Chapter 32
Draco was wary of testing the confines of his freedom now that he had been granted ability to stay within the kingdom, though he doubted that Legolas would stand for anything less then that. Thranduil had been kind enough to allow him to stay within the realm, and while that was most certainly the case who knew about anything else. He had not really been told all that much. He did not really know whether he was really allowed to go and do...well, anything to be honest. Draco was just so used to having tons of rules and regulations imposed upon him that he was expected and required to follow with consequences that would be given should he refuse, or fail to abide by the regulations that he was give. He did not really know what to do now that he had been granted the ability to stay within the palace, and then nothing more had been spoken on the issue. Sometimes depending on the mood which his father was in, those consequences were incredibly painful and difficult to bear, whilst others they were far tamer. It really just depended, and Draco was still trying to realize that this was a very different time and place then where he was from or what he was used to. The elves had been more then cordial, but at the same time that was nothing that Draco was not entirely used to. It was not something that he had not expected when thinking of the society of the race that lived the longest of all others. In fact, that had been exactly what he had expected. Draco was used to cordial and civility, of course how could he not be. He had been raised within the Pureblood Society and so of course, there was nothing short of strained civil behaviors amongst those who were disliked and clear civil behaviors among those families who were liked and allied among each other within public. Even his father remained painfully polite when it came to the Weasley family, despite how much the two heads of family hated each other, at least to all outsiders who were looking in. Perhaps his father used more...personal insults and such, but such things which head said and actions which he took none would be capable of disputing were what could be considered 'civil' and even the more drastic ones he knew his father would be able to get away with.
Not that Draco could blame his father for his actions with the Weasleys, at least...mostly. He could blame his father for many things, and there was quite a bit that he fully blamed his father for. Things that he would never not blame his father for, and things that he disagreed with his father on (though he may rarely specifically state such things). One of the few things that he could agree with his father on were the bane of existence that was the Weasley family among the Pureblood society. It was as though they had made it their mission to deny all things related to the Wizarding world. For how fascinated that they were about muggles, one would think that they would just ask Muggleborns or half bloods who had the misfortune of being forced to grow within the muggle society. Yet, that was not the case. Then, the head of house, his job was pathetic. He was forced to care for a rather large family, and yet he did not even bother trying to get a job more fitting to be capable of doing something such as that. Their finances were always strained as a result of such a thing.
Yes, whilst Draco may dislike his father severely and while he may hold many things against his father, he knew full well that there were certain things that he could understand his father's detest of. Certain things, even after realizing how wrong his father was in others, he still held onto, because he personally believed them. It was rather upsetting that he shared anything close to the beliefs of his father, and yet it was true. Something that did nothing to help his mental state after all. For why would he feel such things which were similar to the man who had made his life torture in every way possible? It...well it was difficult to really accept that, and yet he was forced to after all. He was not one to shy away from admitting things to himself, even if they were uncomfortable. The fact that he could admit that he and his father share and some viewpoints was already aggravating enough.
Now, after somehow managing to gain Thranduil's approval, at least according to Legolas, which Draco supposed that the young prince would know better then he would whether his father was pleased or not, he decided it was probably best to just stay in the rooms which he had been given. The room itself was not bad, and in fact he was suitably impressed with it. He could admit that, it was rather beautiful, and if he did not feel confined, he would have loved to just stay in the room all day every day. Though, it was not for his desire to just stay there and admire the interior of the room that he stayed within it even if it was a truly aesthetically beautiful room. He was just far too nervous of accidentally breaking a rule that he ad not been aware of, or had not been given the curtesy of being informed of and then having to deal with the consequences of such a thing to really do anything.
Perhaps he was just being overdramatic. He knew it was very likely that if there was anything that he was not allowed to do, or something that he was expected to be doing, Legolas would likely inform him of it, and yet Draco still found himself hesitating to truly cross the threshold and walk out of his room.