Hello my faithful readers =^_^= Here is the promised chapter with our favorite love birds.

Disclaimer: I do not own the pieces of art, but I do own this fanfic.

…He saw a group of elves (or what he assumed were elves) fighting some disgusting black creatures with ugly faces and horrible odor.

Looking at the group of elves his eyes clashed with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen.

To be continued…

…And now.

Prince Legolas silently cursed. They were just returning from the border duty when a big group of orks ambushed them and now they were fighting for their lives. He shot as many enemies as he could, but there were just too many of them.

It was during the slight pause in the fighting when he felt it - a strange irresistible pull. It was calling to something deep inside of his very being.

Before he even realized it his eyes were already searching for its source. It was by a pure accident that he looked up and finally found the source of the strange pull.

High on the branch of the tree to the side of the battle sit the most magnificent and unusual bird he had ever seen. It was black as night, each of its feathers glowing ebony. The patterns covering the feathers were sparkling and flowing like quicksilver. It had a long swanlike neck and startling viridian eyes.

It was that eyes that captured his attention the most: beautiful, intelligent and mysterious, they seemed to hold the world's most sacred secrets in them.

Their intelligence seemed baffling since their owner was a bird, but he sensed no evil from the bird. Being empathic like all elves and being experienced warrior he learned how to look past outer appearance and sense what laid beneath it.

Finally he managed to tear his eyes from this mystery and concentrate on fighting…Little did he know that it would not be that easy to push this being out of his mind or how much he would earn for one look of these bewitching jewels in the future.

(POV change)

The moment their eyes connected his breath hitched and his heart started beating a little faster though he would never admit it aloud. When the blond elf finally looked away he was relieved.

Taking a steadying breath Hadrian took his time to study him.

He had a long golden hair which reached to the middle of his back, his fair skin was a few shades darker then his own and seemed to glow in the dim light of the forest and he possessed the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. He was tall like all elves slightly over six foot, much to Harry's annoyance since he would tower over his own five and seven, and had a lean well muscled body of a fighter.

All in all he looked like a prince from some stupid fairytale, a damn hot one as that, and Harry was forever grateful that birds can't blush, because if he was in his human form he was pretty sure he would be glowing red right about now.

Trying to distract himself from such thoughts he concentrated on the battle instead.

He was startled to notice that while he was distracted elves managed to turn the battle into their favor and were currently finishing off the uglies (his nick name for orks since he doesn't know what they are).

Watching elves fight was truly a magnificent thing, though it made him wonder about his own fighting capabilities and how they measured up to those of the native Middle Earth inhabitants.

He learned a long time ago to be objective of his own abilities since it was a required skill for his continued wellbeing both at the Dursley's and during the war. He knew that his control over his own magic was exceptionally strong; his other arias were not as well covered.

He learned to control his magic at almost subconscious level at a very young age. He was not stupid; he did not need to be a genius to figure out that he was the one in control of all supernatural things happening around him, especially with his relatives always blaming everything on his unnatural freakishness.

It was due to his control, that there was so little accidental magic happening in front of his relatives, all of the times were during strong emotional distress.

Hadrian knew perfectly well that here, in this medieval community he needs all the help he can get. He may be immortal, but he was not invincible, and saw all too well that natives were physically stronger then he was, due to the harsh life of medieval society and rigorous training all the fighters here went through.

Compared to them he was fragile and delicate porcelain doll, so easily breakable. Besides even with his magic he still can be outnumbered and he would have difficulties apparating away from danger, due to unknown terrain.

That did not mean that he was a slouch in any way, if anything he was far more fit and trained in combat then other wizards back in his world. He was as quick and agile as any elf, with perfect hand-eye coordination and lightning fast reflexes of a Seeker.

His slight build allowed great flexibility and he had plenty of stamina thanks to 'Harry-hunting', numerous hours of Quiddich training and lots of dueling practices.

Magically he can go toe in toe with the strongest. Thanks to horcrux hunt he possesses all the skill needed for surviving in the wild, spells can easily help him understand new language and gold is the currency that can be used anywhere. But even with that considerate amount of skill he, no matter how much he loathes admitting it, was still quite delicate.

It may have been presumptions of him, but he always thought that he can put up a good fight and with the help of some quick thinking and magic win, even against elves, not that he met any beforehand.

However watching them now, in a full out battle, he knew that he was mistaken. Yes, he will be able to give them a decent fight, but that was it, since it will still end up with him being pinned to the ground or a tree whichever came first. (A/N: hint, hint )

Leaving his musings for the later date the young wizard concentrated back on what was going on the field, only to let out a startled gasp.

While he was distracted the elves managed to finish off the uglies, but for a great price-their prince was gravely injured.

Without thinking much of consequences of his actions, Harry let out a sad, mournful trill before quickly descending towards the wounded elf and inspecting his wound.

He didn't notice the other elves, who were startled by his cry or the arrows pointed at him, all his attention focused solely on the blue-eyed 'prince'.*

Crystal-clear, pearl-like tears gathered in his emerald eyes before starting to fall down his face, causing a few of the watching elves to gasp.

But those gasps turned into exclamations of astonishment when right before their eyes the grave wound healed leaving no trace behind.

But Hadrian paid them no mind, instead concentrating on those clear blue eyes that were no longer clouded by pain and letting out a joyous trill.

In his inattentiveness he missed conversation going around that's why he was startled when a large shadow fell over him and let out undignified squeak when a pair of strong arms wrapped around him and lifted him from the ground.

'Uh, oh'-Harry gulped before looking up.

A/N: *-Harry doesn't know that the nickname he bestowed on Legolas is his real title.

I am very sorry for the late update, but my computer died taking all the data I had on him with him. I lost all the chapters, plots and ideas I had for all of my stories, so currently they are on temporary hiatus. I'm not abandoning them.

For now I will focus on what I can and concentrate on slowly finishing "A choice to Fight", "Second chances" and "Hidden strength", as for the "Phoenix" and "Gone with the wind" they will have to wait for a while longer, until I finished one of the other three stories. I apologize for inconvenience.

Anyway hope you liked it, please review. Sincerely yours, Eovin.