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Adult +
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Chapter 3: Small Surprises
Disclaimer: The characters of this story recognized from Harry Potter are the property of J.K. Rowling/Warner Bros while those from Middle Earth belong to Tolkien. In the future, two very entertaining characters from CLAMP will also be incorporated. This is a work of pure entertainment and we claim no monetary benefit what so ever.
This is a translation of the fanfic “Ezellahen" (Spanish) by Utena-Puchiko-nyu and Angeli Murasaki.
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Ezellahen
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WARNING: This fanfic is set COMPLETELY in an Alternate Universe. There will be M-preg, elves, wizards OOC and much more.
Reading Guide:
-Normal writing: narration
-Dialogue: “Regular dialogue”
-Character thoughts: 'character thoughts' (and sometimes used for word emphasis, etc.)
-Elvish tongue: /"Elvish"/
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Chapter 3: Small Surprises
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“See, mommy Eoir!”
The elf was horrified to see that the he was showing him a spiky looking insect the young child held in his hand. Harry was covered in mud and was playing next to the tree they had chosen to make camp by that day.
“Drop that thing, child!” He exclaimed, running to the child to make him throw it away. “Ah, damn it,” he cursed as he felt the insect bite him.
“You are an idiot,” his brother laughed. “That insect is very temperamental. Almost like a Balrog.”
/“But it didn’t do anything to Ezellahen.”/ He muttered under his breath while sucking on his injured finger and looked at the insect with resentment as it returned arrogantly to its tree.
“Mommy ’urt?” Harry asked as he neared Elrohir.
“Yes, baby. That bug bit me,” he frowned. “And I’m your daddy.”
“No, Eoir mommy,” he smiled.
“No, I’m your daddy.”
“No, mommy,” Harry smiled brightly; he grasped Elrohir’s finger and started stroking it. “Haddy fis it. Bad bug!” He muttered frowning.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he smiled despite everything.
“Oh…'mommy',” cooed his brother at Elrohir.
“This is all your fault,” he said coldly, while giving Elladan a an icy glare for his mockery.
It had been two weeks ago that Elladan had the 'marvelous' idea to teach this to Ezellahen. For the child, Elrohir was now his 'mommy' and Elladan his 'daddy.' Something which Elrohir could not get out of Harry’s head, since the child was now happy to have someone to call mommy and daddy. Thus, the ‘mother’ twin ended up let him carry on, he couldn’t resist eyes that watched him so adoringly, and he had to admit, even though it sounded humiliating, he loved hearing how his child called him 'mommy.'
“Oh come on, I know you, mommy Eoir; I know you melt every time he calls you that. I fell the same way as well,” he smiled, looking at Harry confused expression. “Shall we get going again, little one?”
“Yes, daddy Dan, ho’sy!” He cried, throwing himself at his daddy’s arms.
/“Yes, horse!”/ (#See translator’s note#)
Elrohir growled imperceptibly and started to pack up. They only had one more village to search through and they were under no illusions of finding Harry’s parents there either. It was obvious that there had been something strange with Harry’s arrival to Middle Earth. Still, they had decided not to discuss it until after they had exhausted every possibility of finding the child’s family among the human race.
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Lord Elrond blinked at his adopted son’s happy smile (Estel (Aragorn) current King of Gondor) and the dreamy one on Legolas (Prince of Mirkwood). He thought he had heard wrong…though such a thing was improbable. But by the Valar! This had to be a joke!
/“Excuse me...?”/
/“You heard correctly, my Lord. Legolas and I are going marry.”/ He said hoarsely. “And it has to be soon because…we are going to have a baby in a few months.”/
The half-elf dropped himself unceremoniously upon the couch. Where had he gone wrong? First, his twins go missing for three months to go who knows where, and if the reports were correct, with a child in tow. Now, here stood his adopted son with the only son of the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil. And the reason why…? Because they had let their non-adolescent hormones run away with their actions. Still, there was no doubt that he saw love in Aragorn’s gray eyes and in Legolas’ blue ones. They loved each other, the baby merely reinforcing the sentiment.
'Only my Arwen was obedient. My other children turned out…wrong. Maybe it was due to the lack of a mother’s influence. Ah…Celebriän, how I need you.'
“Adar?” asked Aragorn with a bit of worry in his voice.
Elrond looked at the men standing before him and perceived that they were watching him with apprehension and worry. He took a deep breath and then focused on the young men.
/“If what you want is my blessing…”/ He paused dramatically, “…then you have it.”/ He smiled at the future parents.
They returned the smile, a whole lot calmer than when they had fist shown up to speak with him. The truth was Legolas had been scared stiff to go before him. Lord Elrond scared him a lot more that his own his grumpy father; while Thranduil was quite predictable, Lord Elrond was not. This was why he had put off this visit for as long as he could, though his love kept assuring him that everything would turn out well and that he had no reason to fear his Ada.
It was finally decided that today would be the day, Legolas was already three months along and will soon start showing. A fact which had Aragorn delighted, since his subjects were clamoring for an heir to secure the throne of Gondor and because the thought if seeing his blond elf pregnant simply enchanted him.
Male pregnancy among elves was in no way a common occurrence. Such an event required of many conditions being met. For example, the elf had to be of royal blood, it was almost like a safety mechanism to ensure a monarch’s bloodline against the lack of an heir, if a king’s sexual preference turned out to be homosexual. Another important factor was that the elf’s partner had to be his perfect match. They had to be made for each other and their love sincere, for only then would a pregnancy be possible. It was quite ironic that Legolas’ other half turned out to be the man that had been engaged to his daughter for so many years.
/“Thank you, Lord Elrond.”/ Legolas said amiably.
/“We already started the preparations in Gondor, but we wanted to come see you personally. By the way…”/ He said looking around. /“Where are Elladan and Elrohir?”/
The half-elf stiffened his lips and furrowed his brow, effectively scaring his guests.
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“Daddy…Haddy hung’y.”
Elladan looked at Harry through half closed eyes. It had not even been half an hour since he had eaten two apples and he was asking for food once again. It seemed that they were going to need to incorporate meat into his diet in order to truly ease his hunger. They had been trying to slowly accustom Ezellahen into an elvish diet but it was obvious that his human stomach needed something more substantial to appease it. He sighed and left the child with their packs while he went looking for some small animal to cook for him. Elrohir had gone to the last human village to inquire about the Potters.
Harry sat besides their traveling packs and started playing with the wooden toy figures his daddies had carved for him. He smashed them together as if they were fighting in battle, incorporating sound effects for his enjoyment, just like he had seen his daddies fight against the ugly monsters which they ran into from time to time.
Seeing proof of the scouts’ reports with his own eyes did nothing to lessen Glorfindel’s shock at seeing the young human child playing next to the traveling packs that belonged to the princes of Rivendell. He blinked, unsure of whether to approach or not. He looked around but could find no trace of the twins. He frowned. How could they leave the child alone…especially when there were loose orcs still around?
He walked over to the child and was shocked at the bright green eyes that met his gaze.
/“Alassea Ree, ithen.”/
Ezellahen looked at him in confusion; he saw the pointed eras, the long blond hair, and beautiful smile. He wasn’t ugly, like those other monsters, so he didn’t think he could be anyone bad.
“Hi, ’m Haddy!” he cried, getting up off the floor.
“Good morning, little one,” he repeated, this time in the common tongue, seeing that the child spoke it…after a fashion. “Are you alone?”
“A’on?” he repeated in confusion. “Daddy Dan!” he cried for his father.
Elladan returned in a matter of seconds, worried at the sudden cry from the youngster. Carrying with him a pair of dead rabbits, he paled, seeing who it was that was standing beside the green eyed child.
“Glo…Glorfindel?” he whispered.
“I have been searching for you for the past three months,” declared the blond haired elf. He turned to Harry. “Want to tell me what this child is doing among your things? And what is this about, by the Valar, that he just called you daddy Dan?”
“Well Glorfy, you see…” he started, his mind working furiously, trying to come up with a convincing enough excuse. “This child is with us…because…”
“I couldn’t find anything again…” They suddenly heard someone say, sounding as if he seemed to be feeling something between happiness and resignation. “Glorfindel!”
“Mommy!”
“You two owe me a very good explication right about now.”
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-Rivendell: A week later-
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Elrond, Legolas and Aragorn were sitting around the table eating breakfast in a demure manner, when a messenger alerted them that the princes Elladan and Elrohir had arrived at the elf city accompanied by Glorfindel. The three of them rose to meet with them. Legolas felt nervousness overwhelming him once again since these twins where going to have a lot to say in regards to his delicate condition.
However, his nervousness was forgotten as soon as he saw the older twin carrying a human child in his arms. The child was no older than two years old and was enthusiastically sucking a thumb while he looked around the grand eating hall with curiosity. Legolas could not help the warmth that grew in his chest imagining that one day his own child could be just as beautiful.
Lord Elrond, for his part, was horrified to see the tender hold his son had on the child, and he definitely did not like the determined look on his face either. Aragorn was torn between surprise and anticipating the entertainment that was sure to come, judging from the look of things.
/“Aiya, Adar!”/ Greeted Elladan, insecure about how to address his father after seeing the impassive expression on the half-elf.
/“Who is that infant?”/
/“Eh…”/ he looked at his brother for support.
/“This child is Harry Potter, father. But we have named him Ezellahen.”/ Elrohir said calmly.
/“What is he doing with you?”/ Elrond inquired with narrowed eyes. /“I want a convincing answer. And I trust he’s not the result of some indiscretion from you with someone of another race.”/
/“What are you trying to tell us with that?”/ Muttered Elladan, offended. /“Is it that we not allowed to look at people of other races; that we can only look among elves?”/
/“Of course not, I would be a hypocrite to say so. However, you two are princes and cannot be having children all over the place.”/
/“It’s not anything like that, father. Harry is our son.”/ Elladan said proudly.
Unfortunately, his words were exceptionally misinterpreted by those present. Lord Elrond paled and Aragorn had to rush over to halt his fall since the half-elf had almost fainted.
/“Adar!!”/ exclaimed the sons of the Rivendell Lord as they ran to his side.
/“Did you say ‘our’ son?”/ He looked at Harry, who returned his gaze smiling while still sucking on his thumb.
/“Yes but…UGH!!”/ Elrohir said with a disgusted expression. “He is our son, but he is not ‘ours’ in that sense! How could you think such a thing, father? What is going on in your head?”/
/“What?”/ Cried Elladan, finally getting over the shock. /“Who do you think we are...?”/ He looked at his twin and repressed a shutter. /“That would be like fucking myself! I am not that much of a narcissist!”/
/“Oh really? And why do I have to be the one the bottom?”/ Elrohir questioned a bit offended.
/“Because you are the more feminine of the two of us! The more maternal! I know you like getting a lot more than giving!”/
/“Don’t say such things in front of Harry!”/
/“But he doesn’t even understand!”/
/“Regardless…! You should..!”/
/“Enough, both of you!!”/ Roared Lord Elrond. /“Tell me why you have a child with you, now!”/
The other occupants in the room could not believe what they were witnessing. Lord Elrond had lost control, the twins were discussing private information for anyone to hear, and the young human child simply smiled while holding on to his mommy’s ear in a distracted fashion. It was a habit he had gotten used to because he so loved his parents’ pointed ears.
/“Well, you see daddy…”/ began Elladan submissively.
An hour later, while Harry ate a bit of meat accompanied by a few vegetables and orange juice, the twins finished telling their account of the events that lead to the adoption of Harry as their son. There was no doubt left in their minds, if the child was indeed alone in this world, that they were going to take care of him, in fact, they already loved him as if he were their very own.
Their father did not seem very happy with this decision. He had just gotten over Legolas’ and Aragorn’s shocking announcement, which included a progressing pregnancy, and here these two were telling him he had a new, suddenly magically appearing grandson already about a year and a half old!
Legolas had taken charge of feeding the infant. He almost wept, seeing how Harry responded to each of his attentions with a blinding smile. Aragorn was sitting next to him, taking notice of his partner’s interaction with the child, being careful to memorize their behavior for future reference.
“You cannot simply decide to keep the infant, Elladan.” Lord Elrond said with his typical patience.
“We know that, Adar. However, we have already looked through all of Middle Earth for his family and have not found anyone. We cannot just abandon him in the middle of the forest where we found him.”
“Besides, we are already in love with him. It would be no hard task to raise him as part of our family,” contributed Elrohir.
“You are not capable of raising a child.”
“Of course we are!” they exclaimed offended. “We have been taking care of him for the past three months and I don’t believe we have made many errors. First time parents don’t know how to care of their first born either,” added Elladan.
“In any case…he have to grow up at some point and start our own families, raising Ezellahen would be like training for the future.”
Elrond didn’t know his own sons anymore. It was well known by the elves of Rivendell that these two took joy in leisure, pranking, and battle. The words marriage and children had not been in their vocabulary for a few centuries now. Aragorn suppressed a smile, seeing the face of his Adar, as did Glorfindel. Legolas was still in his own little world, attending to Harry with devotion.
“The child is not a toy or an animal you can just practice with.”
“We know that, daddy!” Exclaimed Elrohir exasperated. “We will not abandon him, Adar; we love Ezellahen very much and we promise to take good care of him.
“All right. He may stay, but only you two will be in charge of every one of the child’s needs.” He acquiesced watching the small figure perched upon the legs of the Mirkwood prince.
“Mommy, poo-poo.”
“It’s your turn, Elladan.”
“But I changed him last time!”
To Be Continued…
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Translator notes: I apologize for the horrible baby talk. I had a hard time translating these into an English equivalent and I’m afraid this was the best I could do. If anyone has any suggestions please share!
# The original word used literally meant “by way of riding a horse” but it just doesn’t translate in a way that will fit with Elladan’s response. Basically, Elladan is asking if he’s ready to continue on horse back (though the specific phrase is never used) and he repeats the word in elvish in order to teach it to Harry. #
Elvish side-notes: /Adar/Ada/ ; father/dad, and /Aiya/ means "hail", as a greeting
And yes, I do realize the elvish phrases used are Quenya (if anyone out there notices the difference), while /Adar/ is Sindarin (and /ithen/ as well I think?), but since that is how the authors wrote it… (shrugs)
I’ll just leave things how they are though the inconsistent language usage bothers me a little, maybe it’s just me that finds it weird...probably because I’m a languages major…
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This is a translation of the fanfic “Ezellahen" (Spanish) by Utena-Puchiko-nyu and Angeli Murasaki.
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Ezellahen
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WARNING: This fanfic is set COMPLETELY in an Alternate Universe. There will be M-preg, elves, wizards OOC and much more.
Reading Guide:
-Normal writing: narration
-Dialogue: “Regular dialogue”
-Character thoughts: 'character thoughts' (and sometimes used for word emphasis, etc.)
-Elvish tongue: /"Elvish"/
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Chapter 3: Small Surprises
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“See, mommy Eoir!”
The elf was horrified to see that the he was showing him a spiky looking insect the young child held in his hand. Harry was covered in mud and was playing next to the tree they had chosen to make camp by that day.
“Drop that thing, child!” He exclaimed, running to the child to make him throw it away. “Ah, damn it,” he cursed as he felt the insect bite him.
“You are an idiot,” his brother laughed. “That insect is very temperamental. Almost like a Balrog.”
/“But it didn’t do anything to Ezellahen.”/ He muttered under his breath while sucking on his injured finger and looked at the insect with resentment as it returned arrogantly to its tree.
“Mommy ’urt?” Harry asked as he neared Elrohir.
“Yes, baby. That bug bit me,” he frowned. “And I’m your daddy.”
“No, Eoir mommy,” he smiled.
“No, I’m your daddy.”
“No, mommy,” Harry smiled brightly; he grasped Elrohir’s finger and started stroking it. “Haddy fis it. Bad bug!” He muttered frowning.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he smiled despite everything.
“Oh…'mommy',” cooed his brother at Elrohir.
“This is all your fault,” he said coldly, while giving Elladan a an icy glare for his mockery.
It had been two weeks ago that Elladan had the 'marvelous' idea to teach this to Ezellahen. For the child, Elrohir was now his 'mommy' and Elladan his 'daddy.' Something which Elrohir could not get out of Harry’s head, since the child was now happy to have someone to call mommy and daddy. Thus, the ‘mother’ twin ended up let him carry on, he couldn’t resist eyes that watched him so adoringly, and he had to admit, even though it sounded humiliating, he loved hearing how his child called him 'mommy.'
“Oh come on, I know you, mommy Eoir; I know you melt every time he calls you that. I fell the same way as well,” he smiled, looking at Harry confused expression. “Shall we get going again, little one?”
“Yes, daddy Dan, ho’sy!” He cried, throwing himself at his daddy’s arms.
/“Yes, horse!”/ (#See translator’s note#)
Elrohir growled imperceptibly and started to pack up. They only had one more village to search through and they were under no illusions of finding Harry’s parents there either. It was obvious that there had been something strange with Harry’s arrival to Middle Earth. Still, they had decided not to discuss it until after they had exhausted every possibility of finding the child’s family among the human race.
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-Rivendell
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Lord Elrond blinked at his adopted son’s happy smile (Estel (Aragorn) current King of Gondor) and the dreamy one on Legolas (Prince of Mirkwood). He thought he had heard wrong…though such a thing was improbable. But by the Valar! This had to be a joke!
/“Excuse me...?”/
/“You heard correctly, my Lord. Legolas and I are going marry.”/ He said hoarsely. “And it has to be soon because…we are going to have a baby in a few months.”/
The half-elf dropped himself unceremoniously upon the couch. Where had he gone wrong? First, his twins go missing for three months to go who knows where, and if the reports were correct, with a child in tow. Now, here stood his adopted son with the only son of the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil. And the reason why…? Because they had let their non-adolescent hormones run away with their actions. Still, there was no doubt that he saw love in Aragorn’s gray eyes and in Legolas’ blue ones. They loved each other, the baby merely reinforcing the sentiment.
'Only my Arwen was obedient. My other children turned out…wrong. Maybe it was due to the lack of a mother’s influence. Ah…Celebriän, how I need you.'
“Adar?” asked Aragorn with a bit of worry in his voice.
Elrond looked at the men standing before him and perceived that they were watching him with apprehension and worry. He took a deep breath and then focused on the young men.
/“If what you want is my blessing…”/ He paused dramatically, “…then you have it.”/ He smiled at the future parents.
They returned the smile, a whole lot calmer than when they had fist shown up to speak with him. The truth was Legolas had been scared stiff to go before him. Lord Elrond scared him a lot more that his own his grumpy father; while Thranduil was quite predictable, Lord Elrond was not. This was why he had put off this visit for as long as he could, though his love kept assuring him that everything would turn out well and that he had no reason to fear his Ada.
It was finally decided that today would be the day, Legolas was already three months along and will soon start showing. A fact which had Aragorn delighted, since his subjects were clamoring for an heir to secure the throne of Gondor and because the thought if seeing his blond elf pregnant simply enchanted him.
Male pregnancy among elves was in no way a common occurrence. Such an event required of many conditions being met. For example, the elf had to be of royal blood, it was almost like a safety mechanism to ensure a monarch’s bloodline against the lack of an heir, if a king’s sexual preference turned out to be homosexual. Another important factor was that the elf’s partner had to be his perfect match. They had to be made for each other and their love sincere, for only then would a pregnancy be possible. It was quite ironic that Legolas’ other half turned out to be the man that had been engaged to his daughter for so many years.
/“Thank you, Lord Elrond.”/ Legolas said amiably.
/“We already started the preparations in Gondor, but we wanted to come see you personally. By the way…”/ He said looking around. /“Where are Elladan and Elrohir?”/
The half-elf stiffened his lips and furrowed his brow, effectively scaring his guests.
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“Daddy…Haddy hung’y.”
Elladan looked at Harry through half closed eyes. It had not even been half an hour since he had eaten two apples and he was asking for food once again. It seemed that they were going to need to incorporate meat into his diet in order to truly ease his hunger. They had been trying to slowly accustom Ezellahen into an elvish diet but it was obvious that his human stomach needed something more substantial to appease it. He sighed and left the child with their packs while he went looking for some small animal to cook for him. Elrohir had gone to the last human village to inquire about the Potters.
Harry sat besides their traveling packs and started playing with the wooden toy figures his daddies had carved for him. He smashed them together as if they were fighting in battle, incorporating sound effects for his enjoyment, just like he had seen his daddies fight against the ugly monsters which they ran into from time to time.
Seeing proof of the scouts’ reports with his own eyes did nothing to lessen Glorfindel’s shock at seeing the young human child playing next to the traveling packs that belonged to the princes of Rivendell. He blinked, unsure of whether to approach or not. He looked around but could find no trace of the twins. He frowned. How could they leave the child alone…especially when there were loose orcs still around?
He walked over to the child and was shocked at the bright green eyes that met his gaze.
/“Alassea Ree, ithen.”/
Ezellahen looked at him in confusion; he saw the pointed eras, the long blond hair, and beautiful smile. He wasn’t ugly, like those other monsters, so he didn’t think he could be anyone bad.
“Hi, ’m Haddy!” he cried, getting up off the floor.
“Good morning, little one,” he repeated, this time in the common tongue, seeing that the child spoke it…after a fashion. “Are you alone?”
“A’on?” he repeated in confusion. “Daddy Dan!” he cried for his father.
Elladan returned in a matter of seconds, worried at the sudden cry from the youngster. Carrying with him a pair of dead rabbits, he paled, seeing who it was that was standing beside the green eyed child.
“Glo…Glorfindel?” he whispered.
“I have been searching for you for the past three months,” declared the blond haired elf. He turned to Harry. “Want to tell me what this child is doing among your things? And what is this about, by the Valar, that he just called you daddy Dan?”
“Well Glorfy, you see…” he started, his mind working furiously, trying to come up with a convincing enough excuse. “This child is with us…because…”
“I couldn’t find anything again…” They suddenly heard someone say, sounding as if he seemed to be feeling something between happiness and resignation. “Glorfindel!”
“Mommy!”
“You two owe me a very good explication right about now.”
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-Rivendell: A week later-
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Elrond, Legolas and Aragorn were sitting around the table eating breakfast in a demure manner, when a messenger alerted them that the princes Elladan and Elrohir had arrived at the elf city accompanied by Glorfindel. The three of them rose to meet with them. Legolas felt nervousness overwhelming him once again since these twins where going to have a lot to say in regards to his delicate condition.
However, his nervousness was forgotten as soon as he saw the older twin carrying a human child in his arms. The child was no older than two years old and was enthusiastically sucking a thumb while he looked around the grand eating hall with curiosity. Legolas could not help the warmth that grew in his chest imagining that one day his own child could be just as beautiful.
Lord Elrond, for his part, was horrified to see the tender hold his son had on the child, and he definitely did not like the determined look on his face either. Aragorn was torn between surprise and anticipating the entertainment that was sure to come, judging from the look of things.
/“Aiya, Adar!”/ Greeted Elladan, insecure about how to address his father after seeing the impassive expression on the half-elf.
/“Who is that infant?”/
/“Eh…”/ he looked at his brother for support.
/“This child is Harry Potter, father. But we have named him Ezellahen.”/ Elrohir said calmly.
/“What is he doing with you?”/ Elrond inquired with narrowed eyes. /“I want a convincing answer. And I trust he’s not the result of some indiscretion from you with someone of another race.”/
/“What are you trying to tell us with that?”/ Muttered Elladan, offended. /“Is it that we not allowed to look at people of other races; that we can only look among elves?”/
/“Of course not, I would be a hypocrite to say so. However, you two are princes and cannot be having children all over the place.”/
/“It’s not anything like that, father. Harry is our son.”/ Elladan said proudly.
Unfortunately, his words were exceptionally misinterpreted by those present. Lord Elrond paled and Aragorn had to rush over to halt his fall since the half-elf had almost fainted.
/“Adar!!”/ exclaimed the sons of the Rivendell Lord as they ran to his side.
/“Did you say ‘our’ son?”/ He looked at Harry, who returned his gaze smiling while still sucking on his thumb.
/“Yes but…UGH!!”/ Elrohir said with a disgusted expression. “He is our son, but he is not ‘ours’ in that sense! How could you think such a thing, father? What is going on in your head?”/
/“What?”/ Cried Elladan, finally getting over the shock. /“Who do you think we are...?”/ He looked at his twin and repressed a shutter. /“That would be like fucking myself! I am not that much of a narcissist!”/
/“Oh really? And why do I have to be the one the bottom?”/ Elrohir questioned a bit offended.
/“Because you are the more feminine of the two of us! The more maternal! I know you like getting a lot more than giving!”/
/“Don’t say such things in front of Harry!”/
/“But he doesn’t even understand!”/
/“Regardless…! You should..!”/
/“Enough, both of you!!”/ Roared Lord Elrond. /“Tell me why you have a child with you, now!”/
The other occupants in the room could not believe what they were witnessing. Lord Elrond had lost control, the twins were discussing private information for anyone to hear, and the young human child simply smiled while holding on to his mommy’s ear in a distracted fashion. It was a habit he had gotten used to because he so loved his parents’ pointed ears.
/“Well, you see daddy…”/ began Elladan submissively.
An hour later, while Harry ate a bit of meat accompanied by a few vegetables and orange juice, the twins finished telling their account of the events that lead to the adoption of Harry as their son. There was no doubt left in their minds, if the child was indeed alone in this world, that they were going to take care of him, in fact, they already loved him as if he were their very own.
Their father did not seem very happy with this decision. He had just gotten over Legolas’ and Aragorn’s shocking announcement, which included a progressing pregnancy, and here these two were telling him he had a new, suddenly magically appearing grandson already about a year and a half old!
Legolas had taken charge of feeding the infant. He almost wept, seeing how Harry responded to each of his attentions with a blinding smile. Aragorn was sitting next to him, taking notice of his partner’s interaction with the child, being careful to memorize their behavior for future reference.
“You cannot simply decide to keep the infant, Elladan.” Lord Elrond said with his typical patience.
“We know that, Adar. However, we have already looked through all of Middle Earth for his family and have not found anyone. We cannot just abandon him in the middle of the forest where we found him.”
“Besides, we are already in love with him. It would be no hard task to raise him as part of our family,” contributed Elrohir.
“You are not capable of raising a child.”
“Of course we are!” they exclaimed offended. “We have been taking care of him for the past three months and I don’t believe we have made many errors. First time parents don’t know how to care of their first born either,” added Elladan.
“In any case…he have to grow up at some point and start our own families, raising Ezellahen would be like training for the future.”
Elrond didn’t know his own sons anymore. It was well known by the elves of Rivendell that these two took joy in leisure, pranking, and battle. The words marriage and children had not been in their vocabulary for a few centuries now. Aragorn suppressed a smile, seeing the face of his Adar, as did Glorfindel. Legolas was still in his own little world, attending to Harry with devotion.
“The child is not a toy or an animal you can just practice with.”
“We know that, daddy!” Exclaimed Elrohir exasperated. “We will not abandon him, Adar; we love Ezellahen very much and we promise to take good care of him.
“All right. He may stay, but only you two will be in charge of every one of the child’s needs.” He acquiesced watching the small figure perched upon the legs of the Mirkwood prince.
“Mommy, poo-poo.”
“It’s your turn, Elladan.”
“But I changed him last time!”
To Be Continued…
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Translator notes: I apologize for the horrible baby talk. I had a hard time translating these into an English equivalent and I’m afraid this was the best I could do. If anyone has any suggestions please share!
# The original word used literally meant “by way of riding a horse” but it just doesn’t translate in a way that will fit with Elladan’s response. Basically, Elladan is asking if he’s ready to continue on horse back (though the specific phrase is never used) and he repeats the word in elvish in order to teach it to Harry. #
Elvish side-notes: /Adar/Ada/ ; father/dad, and /Aiya/ means "hail", as a greeting
And yes, I do realize the elvish phrases used are Quenya (if anyone out there notices the difference), while /Adar/ is Sindarin (and /ithen/ as well I think?), but since that is how the authors wrote it… (shrugs)
I’ll just leave things how they are though the inconsistent language usage bothers me a little, maybe it’s just me that finds it weird...probably because I’m a languages major…
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