Professor Legolas

PROFESSOR LEGOLAS

BY JOXIE


Title : Professor Legolas

Author : Joxie

Pairing : Legolas/Harry Potter

Rating : NC17 AU

Authors Notes : HP/LOTR Crossover //thought speak//

Summary : Harry comes into his Veela inheritance and discovers a whole new world.

Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.

Disclaimer : I do not own Lord Of The Rings or Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these writings.


CHAPTER SEVEN

It was sometime in the middle of the night that they made it to the bed. Harry’s Veela had demand total submission from Legolas something the elf had found easy to give. Knowing Harry would do the same for him without a second thought.

Now he lay watching him sleep it reminded Legolas of other times when he guarded Aragorn while he rested. Aragorn who he had loved selflessly and many said foolishly. His love for Harry was less selfless, which made it seem more real and solid.

Harry had little choice but to need and love his mate but that didn’t worry Legolas. Harry’s Veela might be possessive but it was nothing to the feeling of possession Legolas felt towards Harry. He was just better at disguising it.

Harry blinked sleepily up at him waves of contentment enfolded them both. He cuddled up to Legolas and whispered directly into his ear “What was her name?”

“Reagan” Legolas spoke just as quietly enjoying the skin on skin contact.

“Did she inherit much from Arwen” Harry was in the mood to talk and he was still very curious about the long lost daughter of Aragorn.

“It was her curse in the end she out lived her husband, children and grand children. Even in the wizard world they noticed she didn’t age, Reagan became an outcast even to her own family” Legolas kissed Harry on the temple “it was the beginning of the end when her family rejected her.”

There was silence then Harry asked “What happened to her?”

“She went into the muggle world never staying in one place to long always travelling, it was then that I stepped in” guilt shaded his words “she was hurt, weary and far from peace, more importantly Reagan was fading.”

“You helped her” Harry’s faith in him made Legolas smile sadly.

“I tried but Reagan wouldn’t listen she felt betrayed by both her families and doubly so by me. I begged her to return to Valinor with me but she refused. As a half elf it was her right to choose” Legolas took a deep breath “I left her hoping a little time would allow her to think more clearly.”

“The times were bad for both women and witches so I didn’t leave it to long. Never the less when I returned it was to horrific news, in my absence Reagan had been accused of witchcraft and stoned to death” Legolas stopped to gather himself “there is a bitter irony there don’t you think? I never found a body or grave, the Potters mislaid everything to do with her and went back to there claim of purity.”

“She must have been so afraid and lonely” Harry stated.

“Reagan was happy with her husband he was…” Legolas was cut off by Harry.

“Veela and another reason why you didn’t contact her on that first visit” Harry understood very well.

“Jacob was a good man but the Veela would have felt threatened” Legolas was lost in memory.

“Do you believe in God Legolas?” Harry asked curiously.

“Yes I believe in the Lord and his Lady” Legolas confirmed.
“I envy you your faith” Harry whispered almost shamefully.

“You have faith Harry; faith is more than religion you’ll see” Legolas promised him.

Snape was not amused his professor of History And Care Of Magical Creatures was missing along with Potter. He had just spent the morning over seeing all the classes Legolas should have been dealing with. To add to his troubles there now sat in front of him two elves. Who seemed to think it was there right to wander the halls and stairways of his school.

“We are looking for Legolas” the blonde said.

“Aren’t we all” Snape retorted “names gentlemen?”

“I am Thranduil and this is my companion Elrond” the smile that went with the words was quite false.

Snape recognised the names immediately “Your son has disappeared with his mate, I don’t even want to think about what they might be up to.”

“So young yet so prudish” Thranduil shook his head.

“Are there any more of you about?” Snape ignored the last comment.

“I’ve no idea but I wouldn’t be surprised if there were, Legolas is a much loved elf” this time it was Elrond who spoke.

Snape grunted “For his sake I hope not, Veela are not very liberal where there mates are concerned.”

“This we already know and all elves respect the Veela can the same be said of the wizarding world?” Elrond’s tone lacked confrontation but was strong never the less.

“We will leave you to your work headmaster if my son and his mate turn up will you owl us, we have rooms at The Three Broomsticks” Thranduil rose to his feet.

Snape consented and the elves departed his study and the school.

Draco and Blaise were having a liquid lunch one of the many perks of being a head boy or a prefect, that is as long as they didn’t get caught doing it.

There conversation turned to the topic of elves and the rumours flying round Hogwarts. There had been no announcements but everyone seemed to know that Legolas was an elf and that he was not of this world. Everyone also had a view on this new race and some of the speculation was rather wild.

“Elves are very sexual creatures” Draco said as if he knew what he was talking about.

“That’s a nice way to call us randy” Haldir told his companion.

“They don’t seem to have much else to occupy there time with” Draco went on.

“No more wars” Haldir sighed dramatically “or quests.”

“At least there fit for purpose have you ever seen such an attractive race” Draco continued ignoring the fact the only member of that race he knew was Legolas.

“That’s shallow even for you Draco” Blaise grinned.

“I say it as I see it” Draco pouted.

“To be so young and wise” Haldir stepped out of the shadows.

“Who the hell are you?” Draco snapped taken off guard.

“Haldir, at your service” the elf smirked at Draco’s discomfort.

“You think he’s in need of a service” another elf appeared beside Haldir.

“Like father like son” the still smirking Haldir replied.

“I’m not interested in this one he has much to learn yet” Glorfindel returned.

Draco jumped to his feet not sure which comment to take offence at first.

“Calm down boy you’ll course yourself an injury and where would the Malfoy’s be without an heir” Glorfindel cautioned.

“Coursing trouble again Fin” Elrond asked pleasantly Thranduil at his shoulder.

“Just experiencing a little local colour my Lord” Glorfindel replied a sparkle in his eyes.

He didn’t recognize the owl sitting on his window ledge it was nondescript and small. Lucius let it in and removed the letter from its leg; the bird flew away before he broke the seal on the parchment.

The short note was written in a bold copperplate hand -

“Don’t be late, don’t tell anyone and don’t make me come after you. 6.30 The Three Broomsticks Room 7A.”

The only signature was a lone letter G.

Lucius frowned at the summons but anticipation was there just the same. He told himself he would go but only to put the arrogant elf in his place, they were on his side of the fence now and Glorfindel better beware.

6.25 Lucius stood in front of room 7A he counted the seconds as they went by and as his hand clutched the doorknob a familiar voice said “Come in and be welcome Lucius.”

In the room Glorfindel sat by a hearty fire dressed only in a short silk dressing gown. Somehow he still managed to look all that was masculine and powerful he smirked as Lucius closed the door behind him.

“I’m not a dog to be summoned at your whim” the words held little strength and Lucius felt small next to this elf that fascinated him so.

Glorfindel stood and crossed the room, looking Lucius in the eye he ordered “Give me your wand” in a tone of voice that was both a threat and a promise.

“No” Lucius automatically hissed.

“You always get what you want don’t you Lucius but what about what you need?” Glorfindel stepped closer to him.

“I have that to” Lucius defied Glorfindel.

“Then go but mark me once you leave this room you will never see me again” it was a stand off Lucius met Glorfindel glare for glare.

It was Lucius who stopped eye contact first voicing one word “Please.”

“Give me your wand” Glorfindel refused to back down.

“You ask much” Lucius spoke quietly.

“But not too much to get what you need, your wand Lucius” Glorfindel held out his hand stiffly Lucius placed his wand in the open palm.

“I’m not your toy” Lucius flung at Glorfindel.

“You may tell lies to yourself but don’t expect me to believe them. You my pet are a natural follower; at heart you have a talent for surrender. There is a pureness in your need” Glorfindel’s tone was almost gentle.

Lucius laughed bitterly and Glorfindel struck him in the face knocking him off his feet.

“The shame was in him never you” he held his hand out to Lucius “let me warm you with my fire, fight me all you like but yield Lucius you need this.”

Lucius allowed Glorfindel to pull him to his feet “What do you need” he asked.

“Yield to me and you might find out” Glorfindel unbuttoned the cloak Lucius was wearing.

“My fate it seems is to tie myself to mad men” Lucius began to remove his clothes.

“I’m not mad or even human” Glorfindel breathed deeply as Lucius lay his flesh bare.

When naked Lucius sank to his knees eyes fixed to the floor. Glorfindel walked around him then barked “Face up on the bed.”

Lucius didn’t move quickly enough and was sent sprawling on the bed; he threw himself onto his back and glared up at Glorfindel.

“Spread both arms and legs wide” he pinched a nipple hard making Lucius gasp “you can do better than that my pet.”

Glorfindel pulled from the pocket of his dressing gown a handful of white silk scarves and used them to bind Lucius firmly to the bed. His limbs stretched showing his body to its best advantage. There was one scarf left Glorfindel twisted it and pushed it firmly into the beautiful mouth tying it tightly so there was no way Lucius could remove it.

“I met your son today; the apple didn’t fall very far from the tree did it?” Glorfindel double checked the knots securing Lucius to the bed.

With satisfaction he looked down at his handy work, the sight of Lucius spread eagled and vulnerable made him ache pleasantly.

“Still I’d rather have the original and not the inferior copy” Lucius glared impotently at his tormentor.

Glorfindel ran his fingers over the silk white cloth that stopped the fine mouth “You suit a gag you should wear one more often.”

Indignant blue eyes flashed at him “Ah Lucius you should go by the creed it is better to be thought a fool than open your mouth and confirm it.”

Glorfindel unrolled a narrow coil of supple leather and laid it on the bed. Imbedded along its length were mithril needles of many various sizes.

“Such pretty skin deserves adornment don’t you think my pet” Glorfindel chose one of the short needles and tested it against his thumb.

Sitting on the edge of the bed he traced its sharp point along the collar bone before pushing it through the skin and flesh until the sharp end reappeared again. Glorfindel ignored the hoarse cries of protest muted by the gag slowly he continued to carefully place needle after needle along the collar bone.

For a few moments Glorfindel admired his work then leant forward and licked away the beads of blood. That teared from the needles and ran down the pale hairless chest.

“Its all about penetration we both know this don’t we Lucius” Glorfindel reached for the leather strip and started this time inserting needles down the pale chest following the sternum.

“Do you think they will scar, I’m rather hoping they will” another needle was pushed in.

An elegant hand pressed down on the abused bloody flesh and Lucius moaned “These were made by a friend he knew just how much I love my toys” Glorfindel sucked the blood off his fingers. “You surrender so beautifully fighting all the way.”

Glorfindel left the bed and when he returned he had a glass in his hand. Lucius didn’t recognize the liquid in it and he didn’t like the look in the elf’s eye. In a movement to quick for him to see the glass was emptied over his chest.

Lucius screamed as his whole body seemed to be on fire he twisted and jerked against the scarves but they held fast. Slowly his moans of pain became moans of pleasure and he burned with fierce passion. He barely notice Glorfindel untie his legs so lost was he in a world of fire and need.

Kneeling between the spread legs Glorfindel removed his dressing gown and prepared to mount Lucius. He ached to show this mortal that his place was under him in all meanings of the word.

Glorfindel devoured the man riding his body relentlessly asking for everything and taking it anyway. Every muted sound that came from Lucius drove him to fuck the man harder, mark him so all would see and know that Lucius was the property of Glorfindel alone.

This was nothing like love and he loved every moment Lucius was his to command. Fire consumed them both but the world didn’t end, though maybe a new one was created.

Gently he removed the needles one by one cleaning the skin as he went. Lucius recovered slowly and wondered at Glorfindel’s tenderness towards him. Though his jaw ached and the scarves bit into his wrists Lucius was as relaxed as he had ever been.

The needles done with Glorfindel untied and eased the gag out of the blondes mouth. Wetting the lips with a damp cloth, he allowed a few drops of water to trickle into the dry mouth.

“Why?” Lucius whispered.

“I look after my toys Lucius” Glorfindel told him in all seriousness.

He then released the man from the bed, rubbing the circulation back into his tired and sore wrists.

“He left you lying in your own blood and his cum” Lucius closed his eyes in confirmation.

“Make no mistake I am not like him” Glorfindel finished tending to Lucius and told him “move over.”

Lucius did so and Glorfindel pulled the sheets back “Get in.”

Glorfindel dressed quickly while Lucius was sleeping, white sheets twisted about his body. Silently he opened the door and to his surprise found Legolas on the other side of it.

“Again?” Legolas asked curiously.

“I couldn’t resist all that lovely indignation and posturing” Glorfindel cheerfully grinned “remember Legolas remember the burn?”

“I was much younger then” Legolas allowed himself a smile.

“Weren’t we all” Glorfindel conceded good naturedly.

“Where is Lucius” Legolas asked “resting?”

“As he might say himself sleeping the sleep of the well fucked” Glorfindel smirked.

Legolas pursed his lips and winced “Colourfully put.”

“Lucius is a colourful fellow” satisfaction dripped from Glorfindel’s tone.

“Take care Fin, Lucius has done things that nightmares are made of” Legolas paused “he is damaged.”

“My past isn’t so crystal and pure, I understand him and his nightmares are nothing on mine” Glorfindel smiled “isn’t Harry with you?”

Legolas took the change of subject gracefully “He’s back at Hogwarts letting his friends know he is alright and I am about to do the same for Ada and Elrond.”

“I will accompany you” Glorfindel offered and they walked off together.