Sad Endings and Unknown Beginnings

By Servant of the Shadows

Chapter Six

Memories//Diary Entries

Parseltongue//Dragonspeak

Author Notes

Thoughts

Warnings: Slash, mentions of gore, violence, Mpreg(MAYBE), OOC, AU, crossover, total disregard of HBP and DH, insanity, insanity and a tendency of irregular updates… Think I got them all… Unbeta-ed, so sorry if there are any spelling mistakes.

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Harry could not remember what had happened, and sincerely that was a not a first for the unlucky wizard. Many times had he awoken with no recollection of what the hell was going on. Today seemed like a perfect example of that fact as he opened his light-sensitive eyes to greet the sunbathed world for the first time in many weeks.

He sighed in content as he turned his emerald eyes towards the open balcony and watched as the clouds passed by. Time flowed like this, his eyes watching nothing and his ears straining to their limit as he listened to the sweet melodies that could only be made by the chirping of birds.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he relaxed himself completely, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he plunged into his hidden memories. Watching each and every one of with a critical eye, he remembered the events that had taken place the day before the last. Coming up to the last one, he grimaced in distaste as he watched himself disgorge blood all over the fields.

It always happened when he overused his elemental abilities. 'Speaking of which…' He thought as he sat up slowly and revealed his arm, the one that had been thoroughly damaged earlier in the week. With surprise he raised his eyebrows as all that was left from the Vortex were black colored scars that danced across his skin in an odd pattern of flames, almost like a tattoo.

He sighed tiredly, adding one more to the collection… The sound of yells from outside his doors called his attention away from his arm, curses soon followed the sound of swords unsheathing and Harry could not help but wonder what was occurring outside his walls. The other fact that called his attention was the reason for posting guards outside his door.

A melodic voice reached his ears and he could not help his body from tingling with the aftershock of the power the elf had applied behind his words, which he could still not hear. He gulped once to get rid of the dryness that had suddenly taken over his mouth. Standing from his comfortable position in his bed, he made his way steadily towards the door.

Once open, he gazed into a peculiar sight. The elf, Legolas, was currently being held off by two spearman who were apparently protecting Harry from the evil being that requested entrance to Harry's private chambers. This information, he had plucked out of said minds before sighing in annoyance.

"It is not necessary to bar all entrance to my chambers…" He said with a hint of reproach. The three males were startled when they heard a fourth voice enter the conflict and as they turned towards the door they caught sight of a pale looking Harry.

"Celembrimbor." They whispered as they vowed before his unclothed feet. Harry frowned at the action as he told them to rise.

"I am not holding a position of power at the moment, so do not vow before me. As I have said before I am not you king anymore…" He whispered as he turned and entered his chambers, leaving the door wide open for the elf to enter. Once he realized that said male was still staring at his back in bewilderment he turned towards him. "Enter, before I change my mind."

The long tresses of gold spun across his figure as he walked inside, viewing the world below with twinkling eyes. "It's so high up." He whispered beneath his breath, not intending the other male to hear.

"I would hope so. I do not fancy splattering myself over the sidewalk of my own town. It would take longer to clean the mess than for me to heal." The raven haired male said, a small smirk over his lips. The blonde jumped in surprised at both being heard and at the words that he had responded with.

"What?" He replied dumbly.

"That it would take longer for the people to clean my intestines from-"He repeated again, wondering if he had hearing problems.

"Yes, I got that part. What I don't get is how you healed so fast when the night we arrived here it seemed that you were ready to be buried." He said irritated.

"What can I say? I'm a fast healer?" He said jokingly.

"Elves are fast healers… You, you are unkillable." He whispered in awe.

"Is that even a word?" He responded a smirk still over his cherry lips. The glare he received in turn made him gulp before throwing himself over the navy sheeted bed. "What you said is true to an extent. I cannot die, nor age." He said as his green eyes stared at the ceiling, a sad feeling entering his being. Nostalgia was it?

"I miss the days in which adrenaline filled my veins from excitement at the fact that I could die at any given moment." He added in a soft undertone, just loud enough for the elf to hear.

"How is that possible? And why did they call you by an elven name? Why did they call you the name only the first king could carry? How did you use your powers?-" He said in one breath, before he had to stop and take a deep breath.

"I could not possibly answer all of those questions seeing as I have already forgotten what you have just asked. Also, a light stroll across that place might speed up my healing process. I might be healed in the outside, but I'm surprised I'm not wobbling from all the blood loss I was sure to have endured." Harry said as he transfigured his robe into something more presentable. A tank top and some jeans.

It did not however, escape his notice that those beautiful sapphire eyes had drifted towards the revealed flesh that had been exposed before. "Now let us go, before we waste anymore sunlight." He added as the elf stood frozen in the middle of the room.

"Do you trust me?" Harry whispered in the slanted ear as he stepped closer to the blonde. At the fast up and down movement that could be named a nod, Harry smiled and grabbed a hold of the petal soft hand and smiled at the blush that he received at the action. Neither of the immortals missed the fact that as their skin came into contact, their world seemed to sharpen and clarify.

Legolas gasped in appreciation of the improved senses before it was abruptly swept away with the feeling of being compressed into a tiny opening. The scene he had been witnessing had changed from the Lord's quarters to the tip of a mountain. Snow dropped steadily around them as Legolas hugged himself in the effort to keep some heat to himself.

The man who had brought him here was a few feet away, still shocked about what he had felt. It scared him, the way that this creature of light affected him. He shivered, and not from the cold, as he turned around and gazed at the man who he had brought here.

"This is like a sanctuary to me. No other mortal, human or not, had ever been here…" He whispered over the slightly howling wind.

"Why?" He asked with his head tilted to the side, his long blonde locks falling over the forest-green robe he was wearing.

"Why is it my sanctuary? Because I can see the land that I have fought so much for, I can see the people that I had saved so long ago and I can view the world I had created with my very own hands." He said as his green-eyed gaze drifted towards the hands that seemed too pale for the amount of blood they had been covered in over the years.

Legolas raised an eyebrow at his change of subject, but he did not speak. As he had half expected, the raven haired beauty turned towards him once more. "Or the question you meant to ask was why have I brought you here?" As before, the blonde did not respond.

"I do not even know that myself…" He whispered past red lips, his eyes still searching his hands. The silence that had followed the revelation was quickly broken as the King of Haleron laughed slightly to himself as he turned his softened glance towards the Prince of Mirkwood.

The elf shivered as the powerful glance landed upon him and his pride was lucky as Harry mistook it for a shiver from the harsh wind that blew across the deserted mountain top. "Shall we go?" He said shortly as he took a couple of steps towards Legolas. He stopped a step away from him and stretched his hand towards him.

The wind tousled his raven locks as he waited for the pale hand to clasp his, a rare shaft of sunlight hit him from behind and Legolas could not help but stare. He smiled at the King before reaching for his hand. He looked just like an angel, and if he could've stared at him for a second longer he would've realized that Harry's lips had turned upwards slightly.

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This time when they popped back to existence they were in warmer climate, or maybe it was just the way his face had heated up when he realized they had still been holding hands long after having been brought back to being. Elf's were not used to such close contact…

Around them the soft waves of a lake caressed a flower filled island. "Where are we now?" Asked the elf in a soft voice, still disoriented from the feeling of being squeezed through a space too small for him to possibly fit, as he looked around him.

"In the middle of the field I assume we landed at." Harry responded as his eyes stared at a deep blue flower.

"This garden rivals even those that are seen in Rivendell." He murmured as his eyes roamed the thousands of flowers that were within the island.

"I have never seen Rivendell myself, but I dare say that this is one of the treasures that my people value the most. It is a shame that they cannot witness it from up-close…" answered Harry, the last words barely a muttering.

"Why is that so?" replied the elf from just behind the male.

Harry started as he turned as gripped the elf by the throat. His eyes widened in surprise as he released the startled blonde before taking a few steps back. "It's not a good idea to sneak up on me, I could end up hurting you…" Harry said as his eyes fell to the ground once more, his eyes showed shame and Legolas could not tolerate it.

"It's fine." He said as he kneeled next to the blue flower that Harry had been staring at for so long. "You did not hurt me."

"But I could've." Responded Harry stubbornly.

"Not badly enough for you to worry about. I am not a flower that wilts under the pressure of the wind, Elerossë. I am an elven warrior…" He responded kindly as he stared upwards. The sky was clear and blue, not a hint of clouds in the sky to dim the happy mood that had settled in his heart.

Harry could feel the heat of a blush over his cheeks as his gaze turned towards the side, escaping the sapphire gaze. He had truly forgotten about that. The fact that he was not dealing with a fragile person, he was even sure he could beat him in several activities. Like running! Harry had never been good at running…

He shook the silly ideas from his mind as he heard the elf stand. "What is that, Elerossë?" He heard the melodic voice whisper. His emerald eyes drifted towards the elf, whose hand had stretched towards the direction of the sapphire statue that was smack in the middle of the flowers.

"Oh, that." Harry said as he stared at the stone replica of him. "That's me." He deadpanned. The elf looked alarmed as he turned towards the male.

"Excuse me?" He asked with confusion on his voice. Harry just nodded. "Are you sure you are feeling well? You do know that you were bedridden for about half a week, it's alright to admit you are not feeling well…" He continued, worry was now the most prominent thing within his voice. He was about to stretch towards and feel his temperature when the emotion that clouded the emerald eyes stopped him.

He could not decipher it immediately, but after a few seconds of staring intently at his eyes he understood it. It was gratitude and a hint of melancholy that could only be brought by love…

His hand dropped from its position in the air. All seemed frozen before Harry took a step back and smiled before fire engulfed him without warning. Legolas could not help but yell as his hand stretched towards the column of flames that was all that was left of Harry.

"Elerossë!" He yelled in fright. He felt as if he had swallowed rotten meat, his stomach burned with the desire to upturn itself and his heart weighted him down. He clutched his throat as he felt the blood leave his face. "Elerossë?" He murmured once more with wide eyes.

A melodic song reached his ears, a song of death and rebirth that only a person who had seen many generations of men fall could understand. Among the flames a dark figure was suddenly visible, wings separated from the main body and emerald eyes snapped open.

The song, Legolas realized, had come from the bird ahead of him. His hands dropped along with his jaw as he realized that the statue was the exact copy of the bird before him. He had been right, Harry had been right.

"H-how?" He asked as his voice cracked. The flames rose once more as he turned back to his usual self, his robe billowed around him and Legolas had to wonder how they had survived the flames. A secret voice at the back of his mind told him he wouldn't have minded if he robe did manage to disappear. He shook his head, feeling like a fool.

"Magic."He said shortly, a small smile over his lips. Legolas narrowed his eyes before turning to gaze at the statue once more.

"Sorry if I scared-" His words were interrupted by a loud bell that sounded across the town and still managed to reach his sensitive ears. Harry smiled as he understood the meaning of the sound. Without permission this time, he grabbed a hold of the elf's hand and Apparated. The sound of the 'pop' was all that betrayed their presence there.

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They landed right into his room, but Legolas had been slightly right about the fact that he was not feeling completely well as his balance swayed and he tripped over air as he appeared from air inside his room. His hand, still clutching the elf, dragged the blonde with him and as gravity took its course. He closed his eyes as they fell, his impulse made him slither his hand over the elf's waist.

His back hit a soft something and as he opened his eyes he realized that he had fallen atop the bed he had been occupying for a few days now. He realized the position they had landed in after a few more seconds as his mind jumpstarted itself from the shock of skin on skin contact.

Legolas, whose hand had been clutched as they fell, was now lying above both their heads; he had blushed profoundly as he also realized their position. His bended legs gave them a whisper of a space between them, yet they were both positioned around Harry's hips.

His remaining hand had mysteriously landed beneath the hem of his black tank top and was now halfway up his waist. The hand that clutched his waist burned him with fires he had never known as they both froze at the situation at hand.

Their impersonation of statues was broken once the doors that led to the outside world were opened. In came the whole Fellowship. Frodo and Sam were whispering to each other while the two twins where gazing around the room in wonder. Aragorn and Boromir came in next and it was a wonder that they were the first to notice the position the two immortals were in.

They froze in their steps which caused Gimli to crash against the two shocked humans. "What? What is it?" He asked as his head popped up from behind the two pairs of legs.

The sight that met him was that of intertwined long locks of blonde and black, flesh could also be seen, but what got him to blush was the fact that their lips were not far from each other. "Um…"

At the sudden silence the four hobbits gazed towards the bed and the awkward position got them as red as their blood vassals could permit. Next came in the two guards that stood outside his doors and at the sight, smiles broke across their faces.

"It seems that the King has finally settled down!" One of the yelled as he clapped. "Roy! Alert the staff, let's have a feast tonight!" He yelled as the other guard smiled and nodded before running off.

"Wait, no!" Harry yelled as he blushed and let go of the elf's hand. "It's just a misunderstanding!" He yelled again as he leaned on his elbows, not thinking it through. The action brought his face a couple of inches closer from the blonds and he could not help but notice the smoothness of his lips.

The elf, startled, yelled in surprise at the sudden nearness before flinging himself backwards. "It is, it is!" He muttered in elfish as he panicked. A second bell resounded across the streets before being followed by a second ring.

Harry sighed and groaned as he heard the cheers from the crowds that had formed around the building. "Long live the Potter Line!" They yelled, the innuendo brought a blush to both the males involved.

"I fear it's too late…" Harry muttered as his face fell over his cupped hands. He stood from his spot in the bed and sighed once more. "Prepare yourself, for this day has been waited for over a thousand years. Even if it is a fake engagement, shall we get ready?" He said with a sheepish smile over his face, his hand stretched towards the elf in the floor.

The elf could detect a plead of understanding in his voice as well as the note that asked for forgiveness. Legolas blushed as his mind processed the fact that they were now 'engaged', his blush worsened as he realized that a part of him did wish for it and the other was fighting his pride as he heard his friends laugh at the situation that had just befell him.

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Two hours later had both males sitting atop a long rectangle table that seemed to fit the whole town that lived around the castle. Even the maids and the guards were sitting beside the Kings and the nobles. The warmth and the feeling of family brought happiness to the clouded hearts of the Fellowship.

After several toasts and many kegs later, most of the townspeople had retired to their own homes. The drunken guards and flirty maids had also retired and the remaining nobles had long past left to rest their aged bones. The only ones remaining were King Saphriel and the Fellowship of the Ring.

"You shall have beautiful children, I must say." Said the King over a couple of drinks, his reddened cheeks attested to the fact that the liquor had affected him. "I cannot wait for the day in which my… great grandfather?... will be born." He said with a smile on his face as he twirled the liquid that was inside his crystal wine cup.

"He hasn't even been made…" Legolas muttered as his own cheeks reddened from embarrassment, his hand clutching his flat belly.

Aragorn raised an eyebrow at the motion and Gimli could not help but send a comment his way. "So you are the 'woman' in the relationship."He asked through a mug of beer as Boromir stared at the drunken king. Sam giggled at the barb before stilling at Frodo's movement; the ring bearer had long ago fallen asleep atop Sam's laps.

The two remaining Hobbits were merrily dancing and singing around the table, occasionally smacking a soldier atop the head and ignoring all type of conversation. Without meaning to, his mind drifted towards the path that the dwarf had carved across his mind with that simple comment.

He saw a child with slanted ears and emerald eyes, raven locks danced across his pale skin as he laughed and twisted around the tall grasses of Haleron. A smile came over his lips before he realized that he was not the only person involved in the daydream he was currently processing.

Emerald robes billowed in the air a couple of feet away as Legolas suddenly appeared among the flowers and the grass, his muscled stomach was swelled in such a way that was only possible in pregnancies. Harry smiled; he smiled like he hadn't in many years as he realized that it could've been possible...

His mind caught up with the world as Boromir stood with a worried look in his eyes and proposed to carry the King to his chambers, who was well past the swaying point from all the liquid courage he had consumed. Merry and Pippin dropped atop the table, sighing in content as they too readied to leave the halls.

"Good Night!" they yelled as they moved forward and towards the double doors that Boromir had walked out of a couple of minutes ago. Harry responded with a grunt as Legolas nodded wobbly, sleep was apparently taking hold of him.

Gimli and Sam ran out of consciousness a couple of minutes ago from different causes and Harry could not help but notice that only he and Legolas were left. 'Well, only me now. 'He corrected as he noticed the slight snores that left the elfs mouth. He laughed slightly before rising from his wooden throne.

He stretched forward and picked the blonde from his own throne carefully. The wizard had long ago picked the location of Legolas' chambers from the minds of the guards and maids. So he carried him there, doing his best not to wake him. His mind was lost to middle earth as he walked the empty halls, when he finally reached the double doors that signaled the entrance to the first guest chambers he had already made a decision.

The man who convoked strange emotions within him with just a glance, the man who captivated his attention so thoroughly was the prince of a kingdom. He was another race, he was mortal and he was young….

He could not bring himself to corrupt such a clean soul and he would not allow himself to be tempted by another trick of fate. The price that lay in his arms was way out of his league and with great sorrow inside his heart Harry lowered the male onto the pale sheets. He smiled at the elf as he caressed the locks away from his serene face.

He lowered himself and pecked his cheek slightly, just a butterfly kiss before smiling his goodbye. He stood from the bed and made his way to the door and as he closed it, he locked away all the budding feelings that he could not express, those feelings he should not have felt…

Wow… sorry for the crappy and short chapter, but I am suffering from chronic writer's block and no time to actually sit down a write. Thanks for all the support I've received, I would've surely stopped writing if it wasn't for you guys! I still owe a surprise extra chapter to my 100th reviewer, but I'm sorry to say you'll have to wait a little bit more!

Again, thanks for the patience and I'll try to update soon! R&R!!