Divorce, disaster and denial

Ok, this chapter was inspired by a website I found, the address of which I will give you at the end of the chapter.

This chapter is dedicated to GryffindorToy. I love GryffindorToy’s story and I was so happy to find that she had read my story.

If you get the time, read her story. It is really good.

Now, for the next few chapters, I was wondering what Hogwart’s House you would be in. I myself would be a Ravenclaw, hence the reason why Andie is one. I couldn’t resist.

Where would you be, if you had the choice? Cookie goes to the first Hufflepuff I hear from.

Now, on with the chapter.

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Harry lay in bed, Lucius feeling their babies kick.

“Lucius?”

“Hmmmm?”

“Could you teach me some Elfish?”

Lucius looked at him in surprise. “Why?”

“Well, I heard Andie singing to Freddie in Elfish, it’s a really beautiful language. Could you teach me?”

Lucius sat and thought for a few moments. “I’m afraid to say I know very little Elfish. Andie could probably teach you more than I could, but I will teach you the little I know,” Lucius said. He was rewarded when Harry kissed him, deep and possessive.

Lucius sighed and racked his brain for some of the complicated language. “It’s a very complicated language. Most child elves don’t speak fluently until they are about ten. It took Oakarin years to teach me the little I know. Dumbledore spoke it fluently.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Oakarin’s father taught him. Took him about fifty years but he got it eventually. Now, what to teach you? A traditional Elfish greeting, very respectful but can be used in most situations, is cormamin lindua ele lle. It means my heart sings to see thee. You try.”

“Cormamin lindus ele lle.”

“Very good. Husband of mine, I am impressed. You managed to say that perfectly.”

Andie bustled into the room and Lucius held out his hands for his granddaughter. She collapsed on the bed. “I just need a few minutes. She’s quiet. I want adult conversation. Two weeks old isn’t exactly good for conversation,” Andie said. She closed her eyes and Harry smiled.

“Cormamin lindus ele lle,” he said.

Andie’s eyes snapped open and she smiled.

“Cormamin lindus ele lle. Ai’ atar, sut naa lle sina re? Mani nae lle umien?”

Lucius laughed at the horrified look on Harry‘s face and the spluttering coming from his husband. Andie looked at him, waiting for an answer. Lucius composed himself. “Elandili, he knows only the one phrase. He wants to learn the language.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, Harry, you said it so well I thought you spoke it,” Andie said.

“No problem, but what was that you said?” Harry said.

“My heart sings to see thee. Little father, how are you today? What are you doing?”

“Sounded prettier in Elfish. And what did it mean, what Lucius called you?”

“Half-Elf. I am the only one, the only half-breed, so the title became an endearment in the forest after a while.”

“Elandili.”

“You pick it up very fast.”

“He’s a fast learner,” Lucius said, Freddie nestled against his shoulder. “But I can only teach his so much.”

“Well, I’d help you, Ai’ atar. If you wanted me too,” Andie said.

“I’d love you too.”

Andie nodded and got up off the bed as Freddie started to mewl against Lucius’ shoulder. She took her and walked to the door. “When atar has taught you all he knows, I’ll carry on. I have to go feed my a’mael.”

She left the room and Lucius once again lay on the bed next to his husband. “Ai’ atar means little father. It is her term of endearment for you. Atar is father, and a’mael means beloved.”

“You’re right, it is complicated. Can she just switch between both languages?”

“Yes. Freddie will probably be able to do it too. Andie was brought up with both languages, so she is fluent in both. So was Vasili, her mother and Oakarin. There are quite few elves who speak both languages, mixing them together.”

“What did her mother call you? Her term of endearment for you,” Harry asked.

“Melamin. It means my love.”

“How do you say love of my life?”

Lucius sat thinking for a moment. “Mela en’ coiamin.”

“Mela en’ coiamin. I think I got it.”

“Most definitely.”

“Mela, how do you say daughter?”

“Tinu. But for you referring to Andie, it would be vano tinu. Stepdaughter. Son is utinu, so Draco to you would be vano utinu. Son in law is utinu e’ sanye.”

“Does Draco speak it?”

“Very little, and his pronunciation is atrocious. He can say a few things though.”

“So, what’s brother? And sister?”

“Toror’. Quite accurate if you ask me. Sister is seler’.”

Harry smirked. “Vano tinu. Tinu. Utinu, vano utinu. Seler’, Toror’. Utinu e’ sanye. Right?”

“Perfect, mela.”

“What’s a farewell?”

“Aa’ menealle nauva calen ar’ malta. It means may your ways be green and golden.”

“Aa’ menealle nauva calen ar’ malta.”

“Perfect. What next?”

“Ummmm, not sure. Days of the week? Start with Monday,” Harry said, smiling a broad smile, proud of himself.

“Elenya, anarya, isilya, alduya, menelya, valanya, ar’ tarion.”

“Elenya, anarya, isilya, alduya, menelya, valanya, ar’ tarion. Sunday’s different.”

“Yes. The elves recognise that it is a holy day for some humans, so they have a different word for it. It a mark of respect.”

“Oh, ok. What about the months?”

“Narvinye, nenime, sulime, viresse, lotesse, narie, cermie, urime, yavannie, narquelie, hisime ar’ ringare. Starting with January.”

“Narvinye, nenime, sulime, viresse, lotesse, narie, cermie, urime, yavannie, narquelie, hisime ar’ ringare,” Harry repeated, revelling in the warm smile Lucius gave him. “How do you say husband?”

“Verno’. Too much like Vernon if you ask me,” Lucius said, slipping his hand under Harry’s shirt to tease a nipple.

Harry gasped. “I think I’ll stick to calling you mela. Oh Merlin, that’s good,” he breathed as Lucius attached his mouth to Harry’s neck, spelling away both their clothes.

All to soon, Lucius found his foreplay efforts stopped. Harry grabbed his hands and looked into his eyes. “Lucius, mela, fuck me,” Harry commanded, his eyes clouded with passion.

Lucius growled and prepared Harry as fast as he could without causing pain. Harry was still as tight as he had been on their wedding night. Many times Lucius had wondered how his husband did it, but right at that moment, once he sank into his lover, he couldn’t care.

Harry had thrown his head back and moaned as Lucius thrust. He dug into Lucius’ back with his fingernails as he thrust against his prostate.

Lucius was gasping, he knew Harry was nearly there. Harry was clenching around his cock, his legs wrapped round him, urging him on.

They were so close, so very close, and then Harry bit Lucius’ nipple as Lucius wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking in time to their hurried thrusts. They screamed and came hard, Harry’s cum splattering the two of them.

They lay there in silence, both breathing heavily. Harry propped himself up on one arm and looked at his lover, smirking.

“What?” Lucius asked.

“What does ikotane quel mean?”

“Ikotane quel? It means so good. Why?”

Harry laughed. “Because you screamed it out when you came.”

Lucius was stunned. Who knew the Malfoy patriarch screamed Elfish?

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So, what did you think?

I found this website about Elvin phrases and couldn’t resist.

http://www.grey-company.org/Circle/language/phrase.htm

The title of this chapter means I love you, and I do love my readers.

Please review. Next chapter is going to be Lily getting on the Hogwart’s Express for the first time and the birth of Harry’s twins.

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