Foolish Love

Chapter Three

Twenty Fife years had weathered the lands, trees fell and grew and grew from new, Birds got born and birds died, and finally, the dark King went with his two Elling Children and his self-bred Basilisk Aiba to the great King Thandruil that had a son himself, in the Age of Viola.
Aiba, as great as the great Dragon Smaug, carried the white Chariot on its Back, and Hadrian Black, King of the Dark, sat there with his two young children, both having now the Looks of Teenagers, maybe 14;15.
How wondrous it is, the aging Progress from Elves.
Lands wide and green glowed in their Glory, and the Man that was Death smiled as he knew, the earth that bore so many lives was born from the bones of his Late Loved Ones: Its magic was one with the ones he had lost, so many years ago.
"Father dearest, I wonder, why we now leave our great Homes, as King Thandruil never had wished for us to visit his Kingdom. Why now, after all those years?" asked Meliodas curiously, his raven-black hair long and silky, his eyes sparkling with intelligence. Viola nodded at that her head as well, her curled soft hair bouncing softly as she sis so, and Hadrian gave them a kind smile as he chuckled amused. "My dear children, I simply wanted for you to finally see the world outside, and maybe, make friends with a few of your kin. I know you have been lonely down there in our mines and the palace, the children of my Kingdom are still so very young. You need friends of your age, and Prince Legolas would be just right.
And about our Visit, We have been invited by Elrond to join. Thandruil knows nothing of this."

"So, practically we are surprising someone who most likely won't be pleased with us being there?" questioned Viola, looking up in bewildered innocence, her imagination playing wild. "What if he decides he doesn't like you and brings us War for our Mistake???"

Laughing, the dark King calmed his Kids down and shook his head in Amusement, having heard a similar response from his dear Friend Orion only mere Hours ago. "Calm down, my children, there will be no war, and no Life shall be in Danger. Have I ever lied to you?"

The Prince and Princess both shook their heads, and silent was it during the Ride on Aibas Back, that carried them over mountains, through seas and thick dark Forests.
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As Aiba arrived at the Heavy oak gate of Mirkwood, Elrond awaited him with Thandruil on his side, a friendly smile on the elder Elven Lips, as Hadrian emerged from the dark insides of the white chariot, followed by his two heirs, and deep was their bow to the two elven Kings, that showed them respect the very same way.

"King Elrond. I thought it was supposed to become a Surprise Visit, yet there is your Friend, Thranduil, King of Mirkwood."

Elrond bowed his head again, slightly, and excused himself, while Thandruil raised a brow, leading Hadrian inside, not sparing the great Basilisk a glance, that vanished into the far woods within the blink of an eye: "Do you really think that a Serpent as great as yours would go unnoticed? I had my Orders for the Army on the tip of my tongue, until my foolish friend of old days hushed me and told me of you to be a friend, mightier as Magick itself, mightier than our gods.
Though, who you are, he did not say."

"These are my Children of Elven blood, Meliodas and Viola," introduced Hadrian his heirs with pride, as the King had turned to look at the Strangers Face."And I am Hadrian Remus Black, a Warlock, older than the world itself or any of your gods. Call me Death, if you wish, however, I do prefer Hadrian or Harry, King of the World beneath Stone and dirt, the Underworld."

Thranduil nodded, barely giving away his true feelings about that, however, in his eyes Harry could clearly see the Fascination and fear. The latter, Harry did not like and wished to show that he meant no harm.
So they followed the Elvenking into his Palace, where they were greeted by a Boy as big as Viola, with bright blue eyes like Thandruil and even lighter hair.
"Ada! Who are these People that walk behind?"

The male royal Elf sighed, and introduced his son, Legolas, to Harry and his Children. The dark King bowed his head friendly. "Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. I am Hadrian, King of the Underworld, and these are my heirs, Princess Viola and+ Prince Meliodas. "

Thranduil pushed his son to the other children to play, and Viola took Legolas's hand, then ran with Meliodas on their trail down the corridors. Harry smiled pleased, as they reached the Great Hall, seeing that the children weren't with Elrond and his little daughter, so he took the word, as peace was becoming a constant part of the scene: "I hope of Friendship and Peace.  I mean no harm and am willing to pay with goods, jewelry, and... Magic."

"You are sensing it." stated the Elvenking, and Hadrian gave him a sympathetic smile. "The dark of the Dragons Curse may one day take its toll on your mind, its aura is already corrupting part of your soul. Of course, I can sense it. May I?"

The platin-blonde obliged, and Hadrian's hand pressed cold on Thandruils hot skin, feeling through the Illusion, tracing the lines of the invisible scars: Thranduil wished to flinch but as king, he shall never show weakness, something that Harry both understands and despises. He let go of the King's Cheek and sighed. "If you fear of showing your people of how badly injured you really are, how about I heal you in a separate room? You can take Elrond with you if you need a sense of Safety."

The Elf glanced over to Elrond, that was playing with the children, and shook his head no, leading Harry through a small corridor up a tower, where he presented his empty chambers.
Hadrian ordered him to sit and let the Illusion fall, and Thranduil did just that, his crystal blue eyes Never leaving Hadrians deep Emerald ones as he was getting healed no matter how badly it stung, or the blood that was oozing from the rotten parts that were being cleansed.

He just got lost in those green Eyes Of the Man that was Death, of his soft touch, and his powerful Magic Aura he was able to see fill the room like a heavy cloak, deadly and cruel, yet mesmerizingly soft on his soul, cold and warm all at once: It left him breathless, to a point, where he found his breath hitching in reality, as he felt the dark that he had suffered for years, vanish, without leaving a trace.

Hadrian smiled and gave the Elvenking a bow, as said Elf rubbed his Facehalf that suddenly was just like the other: no burning marks, no pain, no illusions. And his one eye that had used to be almost blind, saw clear as never before: A tear slipped down his cheek, and the King closed his eyes, just holding his now healed complete face, while Harry stood quietly only mere feet away, his Aura still comforting the blonde in a way the Elf could only describe as lovely: for he felt even his heart healed.

And as he opened his eyes again, they overlooked the world with a new perspective