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T.A. 3018
“Lord Elrond.” Draco greeted as he walked into the garden that he knew was a particular favourite of Lord Elrond’s. The night where he had to give his answer to Lord Elrond regarding the fellowship has arrived.
“Draco.” Lord Elrond greeted him back, eyes gazing upon the moon serenely. Draco went to stand beside the lord and stared up at the night sky with him. There were no constellations he recognised, the stars here were very different from the ones at home.
“Have you come to a decision Draco?” Draco savoured the way his name rolled off of Lord Elrond’s tongue in his baritone voice, he may never get to hear it again.
“I have.” Then there was silence. Lord Elrond’s insistence of never forcing him to speak was one of the traits that Draco particularly liked, which brought him to wonder when exactly he had started liking the elf lord that way, he never even noticed.
“I will miss Imladris.” Draco spoke, giving him the answer he sought in other words.
“It will still be here when you return.” Lord Elrond replied, still looking at the twinkling night sky.
“I may not return.” Draco felt tears well up in his eyes. In the Wizarding War there was never a proper battlefield until the last battle where he had fallen, he didn’t know what to expect this time round, whether if it would end the same way or not.
“You will Draco. You will lend your powers in this war against evil and you will be victorious and return home.” to me.
Home. It was strange. But over the years, Draco had started calling Imladris his home, the place where he could rest and recuperate. And now he was leaving his home to go to war, and as his last home, he may never return.
No. His last home was gone the moment his father had crumpled to the ground in a green light and his mother had suffered the same fate moments later. This was his home now and he would try his best to ensure its safety and fight as bloody hard as he could to come back to it, to come home to the Lord of his home.
“Do not despair, Draco, child of the stars, the Valar has given you their blessings, and their blessings are not something to take lightly.” Lord Elrond turned his face to look at the boy, so young compared to the long lives of elves, but already an adult in man years.
He felt deep sorrow at sending Draco off to war, it was a different sorrow from sending Estel off to war, his adopted son. He did not know why. He had come to care dearly for the boy in his stay, he wished to wrap him up and never let him be showed the darkness that ever grows over their world, but alas the boy himself had already seen more than his fair share of darkness, and there was nothing to do but provide him comfort in the aftermath of such evil.
He lifted a hand to brush away the tears rolling down the boy’s cheeks, he pushed the odd feelings away and regarded the boy as he would his sons, he would take his time to understand the feelings after.
Draco looked, truly looked at the generous elf that had taken him into his home and nursed him back to health and taught him the language of his race and given him a place to call home. Lord Elrond, name meaning Star-dome, Draco thought he was aptly named for he felt as if he could see the delicately shining stars in Lord Elrond’s eyes.
Draco chuckled to himself, at least he had something to connect himself to the elf lord, children of stars that they were. He would later in his journey look towards the stars for guidance and remind himself the feelings of home.
“I will try, Lord Elrond.”