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Chapter 5: The Truth About the Arrival
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 5: The Truth About the Arrival
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A week after the wedding of the year, the guests had left the kingdom of Gondor, leaving their good wishes and felicitations with the newly weds; everyone promising that they would return for the birth of the child still growing within Legolas.
Sadly, once again in Rivendell, Lord Elrond and his company received news of sightings of Orcs in the borders of the elvish city. Knowing that his best warriors were his own sons, the half-elf had no other choice but to send them. However, there was a problem…Ezellahen.
/“It won’t be for too long, right?”/ Elladan seemed apprehensive.
/“It is not far, son. I just want you to take control of the area and exterminate any Uruks that you might find there.”/
/“All right…but what about our son?”/
/“I will stay with him, Elladan.”/ Murmured Elrond. /“You must go do your duty; I will take care of the child.”/
He frowned upon noticing the skeptical and distrusting looks of his sons. He had raised all three of them, including Estel! How dare they doubt him?! He was quite capable of caring for a human child.
/“All right father. We will travel to the borders of Rivendell and we’ll see what will happen. We are entrusting you with our son.”/ The gleam in his Elrohir’s eyes clearly warned him to take care nothing happened to the child.
Lord Elrond looked at Elladan, a bit taken aback, but Elladan just shrugged his shoulders. His brother had been acting this weird since they had found Harry in that forest. It was Elrohir’s ‘maternal’ instincts acting up.
-Two Days Later…
“Take care of yourself, my child,” whispered Elrohir with watery eyes. “Daddy and mommy (he had already accepted his child calling him mommy) are leaving for a few days and will be back as soon as possible to be with you again, okay?”
“Mommy go?” Harry whined with a pout.
“Oh, ithen…” the twin gently hugged the infant. Since they had found him two months ago the child had forgotten his real parents little by little and was now very attached to his adopted ones. “It will only be for a little while, we will return soon.”
“Yeah, sweetie. Your grandfather will take care of you,” argued Elladan.
Harry’s eyes shone as he looked at the ‘elder’ who had his back turned to them.
“G’an-dad?”
“Yes, Ezellahen,” Elrond said calmly, now used to being addressed as such (much to his sorrow). “We are going to have a lot of fun together.”
The twins exchanged looks. Fun was not a word often associated with their father’s personality. But they had to give him the benefit of the doubt…
“Well, Ezellahen. We will see each other soon.” Elladan kissed his check and mussed his black hair, leaving it in a bigger state of chaos than usual.
“I’ll miss you, ithen,” murmured Elrohir, very reluctant to let go of the child’s small body.
/“The horses are ready…”/ said Glorfindel entering the room where all the farewells were taking place.
“Right…” Elrohir took a deep breath, looked at Harry and kissed his cheek. “Let’s go now or I won’t be able to leave at all.”
The fair elf rolled his eyes at the twins’ histrionics. The truth was that it was very easy to grow fond of the child and he completely understood how hard it was to be separated from him. But it wasn’t this big a deal…Once the twins mounted their horses and left, the elf turned to his Lord.
/“Do you have need of me, Lord Elrond?”/
The brunet glared daggers at him. This was just too much; not only his sons (his very own blood), but now one of his very best friends doubted him as well!
“No.” He growled. “Come, Ezellahen.”
He picked up the child in his arms and walked to his study. Once there, he sat the child in one of the study’s many armchairs. The child’s eyes wondered curiously about the place, showing particular interest in the glass and mithril figurines it contained.
“I think the most convenient thing for now would be to start with your elvish vocabulary, Ezellahen. Quenya in particular,” he sighed at the child’s confused look. “Well…” he sat next to the child. “I want you to repeat after me. We will start with a simple ‘Hello.’ Can you say, ‘Aiya?’ ”
“Aiya! Aiya G’an-dad?”
“Aiya is ‘hello,’ little one. From now on, to greet me you must say: ‘Aiya, G’an-dad.”
The child shook his head, his young mind not really understanding what his grandfather was talking about. But he liked that weird language the adults tended to speak in, especially when his mommy sang him to sleep, the voice and the music where very beautiful.
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/“My Lord Elrond, Istari Mithrandir is here.”/ Announced an elf, interrupting the luncheon the half-elf was sharing with his adoptive grandson.
/“Mithrandir?”/ He smiled. /“Tell him to come in…”/
A tall and elderly looking man entered the room, dressed completely in white and carrying a strange staff in his right hand. His smile was amiable and his eyes sparkled seeing Harry’s curious face, the child’s mouth was butter stained from the bread he was eating and he had a fruit-juice mustache on his face.
“Maara tulda coanyanna, Mithandir. Tula ar o elme haara.” /Welcome to my home, Gandalf. Come and sit with us./ The elf greeted him courteously.
The wizard approached Lord Elrond and wrapped him up in a hug.
/“It has been a long time since we last saw each other, Lord Elrond.”/
/“Indeed, why did you not attend Estel’s and Legolas’ wedding?”/
“I fear I had too many important commitments from which I could not free myself in time. I stopped at Gondor a few days ago, to congratulate the newly wedded couple, and also to give my apologies.”/ He smiled and looked at Harry. /“Who is this handsome youth?”/
/“Oh, pardon my discourtesy.”/ He took the child from his seat and placed him upon his lap. /“This little one is Ezellahen, my children found him in Fangorn Forest a few months ago…”/ He looked at him with a serious expression. /“I wish to discuss this event with you, Gandalf.”/
“Oh, hello Ezellahen.” He leaned over him and ran a hand through the jet-black hair.
“Aiya!” Cried the child, smiling enchantingly.
After a plentiful luncheon Harry began yawning, letting his grandfather know it was time for his usual nap-time. Feeling slightly embarrassed by the presence and amused smile of Gandalf, Elrond rocked the child in his arms, singing him an elvish lullaby until he fell asleep. He then walked, accompanied by Gandalf, towards the child’s room in order to put him to bed.
/“It is strange seeing you do this. I thought that after Arwen left to the Grey Havens, knowing how your sons were, you were never going to have the opportunity to hold a grandchild in your arms.”/ Commented Mithrandir.
/“Apparently…my sons will never stop surprising us.”/ He murmured. /“I would like to discuss the means by which this child came into our lives, Gandalf. Will you please come to my private study?”/
/“Certainly, lead the way.”/
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–Private Study of Lord Elrond
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/“A white light you say...?”/ Murmured the Istari with a furrowed forehead, stroking his white beard with one hand and holding a pipe with the other.
/“Exactly. Afterward they heard crying and there was Ezellahen. My sons went searching through all the human villages and could not find any relatives or anyone that could provide any information regarding the child…Which is why they are so confident that his appearance came about through magical means.”/
“Mmmmm…”
The elder pondered in silence for a few minutes, considering what this information could come to signify. The half-elf waited patiently, knowing that his friend needed time to deliberate before coming to a conclusion.
/“I am afraid however, my good friend, that if this is indeed the way of things, then this is not the first occurrence of its nature…”/ said Gandalf after some time.
/“What do you mean?”/
/“About two thousand years ago a young man appeared near Lothlorien. Just like in your sons’ narrative, an intense white light was seen and when it died-out in its place there was a young man, no older than twenty human years of age. He introduced himself as Godric Gryffindor…he was an Istari.”/
/“But…how…?”/ He murmured in shock.
/“He possessed the ability to travel through different worlds if he wished to. These expeditions required a great amount of magical power and strong concentration. Godric informed us that before arriving he had been experimenting with a new spell in order to facilitate travel and it was because of it that he ended up in Middle Earth.”/
/“This is why Lady Galadriel suggested I discussed this with you…”/ He whispered to himself. /“What happened with the young man?”/
/“He did not know how to return, therefore I invited him to reside with me for as long as he needed until he found the means to go back to his world. Godric was a powerful Istari; he held vast knowledge which he in time came to share with me. I learned many things from him; he was a very courageous and audacious young man, almost like your twins.”/ He smiled. /“We showed him the ways of the sword and a few elvish tricks here and there. He never did stop marveling at the elves’ knowledge.”/
/“I’m assuming he returned to his own world…”/
/“Oh, yes. In fact, he was with Lady Galadriel, near to the basin in which she makes her predictions, when he felt someone calling to him. A luminous spark formed suddenly, which quickly transformed into an intensely bright light that completely enclosed him…then he disappeared. We believe that his spouse, Salazar Slytherin I think he was called, found a way to bring him back to his world at that moment, we never saw him again after that. A real pity…”/ he sighed nostalgically.
/“Mithrandir…you tell me that Gryffindor must have used great quantities of magic to arrive in our world, but if so, it still does not explain Ezellahen’s ability to do the same.”/
/“The most probable explanation is that someone else did it for him.”/ His forehead furrowed. /“I was able to sense some magic in his small body…especially coming from that scar.”/ He said solemnly.
Lord Elrond’s countenance took on a serious demeanor as well.
/“We were able to detect it as well. However I do not believe it to be a problem.”/
They remained silent for a few minutes, processing these new revelations. Gandalf could easily see the severe expression on Lord Elrond’s face.
/“What worries you my friend?”/
The half-elf raised his head and sighed.
/“That child has awoken an unusual affection from all of us, similar to the effect Estel had when he got here. I believe there would be great sadness in this household if someone were to come claim him or if he suddenly disappeared without a trace.”/
/“I do not believe that is something you should worry about at this moment. Godric was an exceptional wizard and not even he was able to return by his own means. If there is anyone waiting for the child somewhere, they will have to exert a great deal of effort in order to have the child by their side once more.”/
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He frantically walked the corridor, making sure that no servants or councilors saw him. This was simply a small setback, nothing that he could not handle.
/“My Lord…”/
Lord Elrond started and looked at the elf maiden that addressed him; he had not noticed her presence near by.
/“Yes, Mirels, what is it?”/
/“I just wished to know if young Ezellahen will be taking his evening bath so that I may start the preparations.”/
Lord Elrond shifted feeling a bit uncomfortable.
/“He is still taking a nap, I will let you know later on so that you may have everything ready.”/
/“As you wish, my Lord.”/
She retreated immediately to continue her other duties while the half-elf returned to his frantic pacing. He had simply gone to the library for a book, leaving Harry asleep on one of his study’s spacious armchairs, but he had gotten sidetracked for about twenty minutes chatting with Gandalf and when he came back the child was no longer there. He had already been searching for over half an hour and he was beginning to despair. The House of Rivendell was a large place and there were an infinite number of possibilities Ezellahen could have chosen to investigate. He almost reminded him of that Godric Gryffindor Mithrandir was talking about two days ago.
At his young age Harry already showed a strong interest in his surroundings, intelligence and curiosity were some of his other qualities, and it was precisely these which made everyone that met him quickly become fond of him.
“Lord Elrond…” someone called.
/“I am busy at the moment, Glorfindel.”/
Lord Elrond ignored the other elf while he entered a very dark room and then shook his head thinking it impossible for his grandson to be there.
/“I thought you would like to see what I have in my arms.”/
He turned his head rapidly and sighed with relief. Harry was in the blond-elf’s arms with a few smudges of mud on his face and clothes and some sticks in his hair. He smiled like only he could, as was Glorfindel for he knew it was no happenstance that he had found the child in his domain.
“Oh, little one. You scared me half to death,” groaned Elrond as he moved to take the child in his arms.
“G’an-dad! Me horsy!” he said, looking quite happy and hugging his grandfather’s neck with his small arms, mud and all.
“Where was he?”
“He came to visit me at the stables. I heard Asfaloth neighing and went to investigate. That is when I saw this mischievous little thing playing with the horse’s mane.” He rumpled the jet-black hair affectionately.
“No touchi’!” Grumbled the child, pushing that hand away from his head.
“Alright, I’m sorry.” He smiled and then arched an eyebrow in the other elf’s direction. “Would you like to tell me why I found him in the stables unsupervised?”
Elrond had the good grace to look ashamed.
“It was a slight oversight,” he murmured. “And I sincerely hope for this incident to remain between the two of us, Glorfindel,” he added gazing earnestly at him.
“All right, all right,” he conceded lifting both hands. “I swear upon my honor that your sons will not learn from me that you lost their child. You are lucky nothing happened to him…”
“Hantale.” /Thank you,/ grumbled the half-elf before leaving with the child in his arms, straight to the Rivendell baths.
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“Mommy Eoir!” Harry raised his arms, waiting for his ‘mommy’ to pick him up.
“My son!”
Father and son could not help rolling their eyes upwards when they saw how Elrohir ran to Harry and enveloped him in a dramatic embrace.
“It’s not as if we were gone for years,” whispered Elladan.
“How are you, my treasure?” Elrohir murmured with tears in his eyes. “Mommy missed you so much, I couldn’t wait to see you and hug you again.”
“Aiya, mommy!”
The twins blinked at their father.
“Ezellahen belongs to our royal house and someone has to educate the child.” He looked at his sons reproachfully. “I have been teaching him a few things. It is better if he start learning now.”
“You’re right,” commented Elladan while approaching his brother. “How are you, champ? Did you miss your daddy Dan?”
“Uhu, daddy Dan,” said the child stretching his arms to be carried by the other twin.
“How did it go?”
The twins exchanged looks and sighed.
“They were at least a score, but we were able to handle them without difficulty. We did leave a few guards. We selected the best warriors we have so that they would be able to take care of it if others were to come back,” said Elrohir.
“It will be hard, but if we continue as we have, we will be able to eradicate those disgusting creatures from Middle Earth,” said Elladan through clenched teeth.
“Daddy Dan…?” said Harry inquiringly.
“It’s nothing, ithen,” he smiled at his little one. “Did you behave yourself while we were gone? Did you cause mischief or scare your grand-dad half to death with your escapades?”
The twins looked questioningly at their father, who swallowed while trying his best to not look guilty.
“Everything was perfect,” he lied. “I am surprised you do not believe me capable of taking care of him without incident.”
Glorfindel, who was coming to greet his friends, scoffed and rolled his eyes. Really, sometimes Lord Elrond could act like quite a teenager trying to preserve his pride. And he was always asking why his sons were the way they were.
To Be Continued…
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–Translator Notes: Well it looks like life decided to give me a good kick in the teeth. I apologize ahead of time for any more errors and awkward wording you might encounter in future chapters. I would still like for a beta to read through this after I am done and hopefully make it better.
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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 5: The Truth About the Arrival
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A week after the wedding of the year, the guests had left the kingdom of Gondor, leaving their good wishes and felicitations with the newly weds; everyone promising that they would return for the birth of the child still growing within Legolas.
Sadly, once again in Rivendell, Lord Elrond and his company received news of sightings of Orcs in the borders of the elvish city. Knowing that his best warriors were his own sons, the half-elf had no other choice but to send them. However, there was a problem…Ezellahen.
/“It won’t be for too long, right?”/ Elladan seemed apprehensive.
/“It is not far, son. I just want you to take control of the area and exterminate any Uruks that you might find there.”/
/“All right…but what about our son?”/
/“I will stay with him, Elladan.”/ Murmured Elrond. /“You must go do your duty; I will take care of the child.”/
He frowned upon noticing the skeptical and distrusting looks of his sons. He had raised all three of them, including Estel! How dare they doubt him?! He was quite capable of caring for a human child.
/“All right father. We will travel to the borders of Rivendell and we’ll see what will happen. We are entrusting you with our son.”/ The gleam in his Elrohir’s eyes clearly warned him to take care nothing happened to the child.
Lord Elrond looked at Elladan, a bit taken aback, but Elladan just shrugged his shoulders. His brother had been acting this weird since they had found Harry in that forest. It was Elrohir’s ‘maternal’ instincts acting up.
-Two Days Later…
“Take care of yourself, my child,” whispered Elrohir with watery eyes. “Daddy and mommy (he had already accepted his child calling him mommy) are leaving for a few days and will be back as soon as possible to be with you again, okay?”
“Mommy go?” Harry whined with a pout.
“Oh, ithen…” the twin gently hugged the infant. Since they had found him two months ago the child had forgotten his real parents little by little and was now very attached to his adopted ones. “It will only be for a little while, we will return soon.”
“Yeah, sweetie. Your grandfather will take care of you,” argued Elladan.
Harry’s eyes shone as he looked at the ‘elder’ who had his back turned to them.
“G’an-dad?”
“Yes, Ezellahen,” Elrond said calmly, now used to being addressed as such (much to his sorrow). “We are going to have a lot of fun together.”
The twins exchanged looks. Fun was not a word often associated with their father’s personality. But they had to give him the benefit of the doubt…
“Well, Ezellahen. We will see each other soon.” Elladan kissed his check and mussed his black hair, leaving it in a bigger state of chaos than usual.
“I’ll miss you, ithen,” murmured Elrohir, very reluctant to let go of the child’s small body.
/“The horses are ready…”/ said Glorfindel entering the room where all the farewells were taking place.
“Right…” Elrohir took a deep breath, looked at Harry and kissed his cheek. “Let’s go now or I won’t be able to leave at all.”
The fair elf rolled his eyes at the twins’ histrionics. The truth was that it was very easy to grow fond of the child and he completely understood how hard it was to be separated from him. But it wasn’t this big a deal…Once the twins mounted their horses and left, the elf turned to his Lord.
/“Do you have need of me, Lord Elrond?”/
The brunet glared daggers at him. This was just too much; not only his sons (his very own blood), but now one of his very best friends doubted him as well!
“No.” He growled. “Come, Ezellahen.”
He picked up the child in his arms and walked to his study. Once there, he sat the child in one of the study’s many armchairs. The child’s eyes wondered curiously about the place, showing particular interest in the glass and mithril figurines it contained.
“I think the most convenient thing for now would be to start with your elvish vocabulary, Ezellahen. Quenya in particular,” he sighed at the child’s confused look. “Well…” he sat next to the child. “I want you to repeat after me. We will start with a simple ‘Hello.’ Can you say, ‘Aiya?’ ”
“Aiya! Aiya G’an-dad?”
“Aiya is ‘hello,’ little one. From now on, to greet me you must say: ‘Aiya, G’an-dad.”
The child shook his head, his young mind not really understanding what his grandfather was talking about. But he liked that weird language the adults tended to speak in, especially when his mommy sang him to sleep, the voice and the music where very beautiful.
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/“My Lord Elrond, Istari Mithrandir is here.”/ Announced an elf, interrupting the luncheon the half-elf was sharing with his adoptive grandson.
/“Mithrandir?”/ He smiled. /“Tell him to come in…”/
A tall and elderly looking man entered the room, dressed completely in white and carrying a strange staff in his right hand. His smile was amiable and his eyes sparkled seeing Harry’s curious face, the child’s mouth was butter stained from the bread he was eating and he had a fruit-juice mustache on his face.
“Maara tulda coanyanna, Mithandir. Tula ar o elme haara.” /Welcome to my home, Gandalf. Come and sit with us./ The elf greeted him courteously.
The wizard approached Lord Elrond and wrapped him up in a hug.
/“It has been a long time since we last saw each other, Lord Elrond.”/
/“Indeed, why did you not attend Estel’s and Legolas’ wedding?”/
“I fear I had too many important commitments from which I could not free myself in time. I stopped at Gondor a few days ago, to congratulate the newly wedded couple, and also to give my apologies.”/ He smiled and looked at Harry. /“Who is this handsome youth?”/
/“Oh, pardon my discourtesy.”/ He took the child from his seat and placed him upon his lap. /“This little one is Ezellahen, my children found him in Fangorn Forest a few months ago…”/ He looked at him with a serious expression. /“I wish to discuss this event with you, Gandalf.”/
“Oh, hello Ezellahen.” He leaned over him and ran a hand through the jet-black hair.
“Aiya!” Cried the child, smiling enchantingly.
After a plentiful luncheon Harry began yawning, letting his grandfather know it was time for his usual nap-time. Feeling slightly embarrassed by the presence and amused smile of Gandalf, Elrond rocked the child in his arms, singing him an elvish lullaby until he fell asleep. He then walked, accompanied by Gandalf, towards the child’s room in order to put him to bed.
/“It is strange seeing you do this. I thought that after Arwen left to the Grey Havens, knowing how your sons were, you were never going to have the opportunity to hold a grandchild in your arms.”/ Commented Mithrandir.
/“Apparently…my sons will never stop surprising us.”/ He murmured. /“I would like to discuss the means by which this child came into our lives, Gandalf. Will you please come to my private study?”/
/“Certainly, lead the way.”/
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–Private Study of Lord Elrond
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/“A white light you say...?”/ Murmured the Istari with a furrowed forehead, stroking his white beard with one hand and holding a pipe with the other.
/“Exactly. Afterward they heard crying and there was Ezellahen. My sons went searching through all the human villages and could not find any relatives or anyone that could provide any information regarding the child…Which is why they are so confident that his appearance came about through magical means.”/
“Mmmmm…”
The elder pondered in silence for a few minutes, considering what this information could come to signify. The half-elf waited patiently, knowing that his friend needed time to deliberate before coming to a conclusion.
/“I am afraid however, my good friend, that if this is indeed the way of things, then this is not the first occurrence of its nature…”/ said Gandalf after some time.
/“What do you mean?”/
/“About two thousand years ago a young man appeared near Lothlorien. Just like in your sons’ narrative, an intense white light was seen and when it died-out in its place there was a young man, no older than twenty human years of age. He introduced himself as Godric Gryffindor…he was an Istari.”/
/“But…how…?”/ He murmured in shock.
/“He possessed the ability to travel through different worlds if he wished to. These expeditions required a great amount of magical power and strong concentration. Godric informed us that before arriving he had been experimenting with a new spell in order to facilitate travel and it was because of it that he ended up in Middle Earth.”/
/“This is why Lady Galadriel suggested I discussed this with you…”/ He whispered to himself. /“What happened with the young man?”/
/“He did not know how to return, therefore I invited him to reside with me for as long as he needed until he found the means to go back to his world. Godric was a powerful Istari; he held vast knowledge which he in time came to share with me. I learned many things from him; he was a very courageous and audacious young man, almost like your twins.”/ He smiled. /“We showed him the ways of the sword and a few elvish tricks here and there. He never did stop marveling at the elves’ knowledge.”/
/“I’m assuming he returned to his own world…”/
/“Oh, yes. In fact, he was with Lady Galadriel, near to the basin in which she makes her predictions, when he felt someone calling to him. A luminous spark formed suddenly, which quickly transformed into an intensely bright light that completely enclosed him…then he disappeared. We believe that his spouse, Salazar Slytherin I think he was called, found a way to bring him back to his world at that moment, we never saw him again after that. A real pity…”/ he sighed nostalgically.
/“Mithrandir…you tell me that Gryffindor must have used great quantities of magic to arrive in our world, but if so, it still does not explain Ezellahen’s ability to do the same.”/
/“The most probable explanation is that someone else did it for him.”/ His forehead furrowed. /“I was able to sense some magic in his small body…especially coming from that scar.”/ He said solemnly.
Lord Elrond’s countenance took on a serious demeanor as well.
/“We were able to detect it as well. However I do not believe it to be a problem.”/
They remained silent for a few minutes, processing these new revelations. Gandalf could easily see the severe expression on Lord Elrond’s face.
/“What worries you my friend?”/
The half-elf raised his head and sighed.
/“That child has awoken an unusual affection from all of us, similar to the effect Estel had when he got here. I believe there would be great sadness in this household if someone were to come claim him or if he suddenly disappeared without a trace.”/
/“I do not believe that is something you should worry about at this moment. Godric was an exceptional wizard and not even he was able to return by his own means. If there is anyone waiting for the child somewhere, they will have to exert a great deal of effort in order to have the child by their side once more.”/
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He frantically walked the corridor, making sure that no servants or councilors saw him. This was simply a small setback, nothing that he could not handle.
/“My Lord…”/
Lord Elrond started and looked at the elf maiden that addressed him; he had not noticed her presence near by.
/“Yes, Mirels, what is it?”/
/“I just wished to know if young Ezellahen will be taking his evening bath so that I may start the preparations.”/
Lord Elrond shifted feeling a bit uncomfortable.
/“He is still taking a nap, I will let you know later on so that you may have everything ready.”/
/“As you wish, my Lord.”/
She retreated immediately to continue her other duties while the half-elf returned to his frantic pacing. He had simply gone to the library for a book, leaving Harry asleep on one of his study’s spacious armchairs, but he had gotten sidetracked for about twenty minutes chatting with Gandalf and when he came back the child was no longer there. He had already been searching for over half an hour and he was beginning to despair. The House of Rivendell was a large place and there were an infinite number of possibilities Ezellahen could have chosen to investigate. He almost reminded him of that Godric Gryffindor Mithrandir was talking about two days ago.
At his young age Harry already showed a strong interest in his surroundings, intelligence and curiosity were some of his other qualities, and it was precisely these which made everyone that met him quickly become fond of him.
“Lord Elrond…” someone called.
/“I am busy at the moment, Glorfindel.”/
Lord Elrond ignored the other elf while he entered a very dark room and then shook his head thinking it impossible for his grandson to be there.
/“I thought you would like to see what I have in my arms.”/
He turned his head rapidly and sighed with relief. Harry was in the blond-elf’s arms with a few smudges of mud on his face and clothes and some sticks in his hair. He smiled like only he could, as was Glorfindel for he knew it was no happenstance that he had found the child in his domain.
“Oh, little one. You scared me half to death,” groaned Elrond as he moved to take the child in his arms.
“G’an-dad! Me horsy!” he said, looking quite happy and hugging his grandfather’s neck with his small arms, mud and all.
“Where was he?”
“He came to visit me at the stables. I heard Asfaloth neighing and went to investigate. That is when I saw this mischievous little thing playing with the horse’s mane.” He rumpled the jet-black hair affectionately.
“No touchi’!” Grumbled the child, pushing that hand away from his head.
“Alright, I’m sorry.” He smiled and then arched an eyebrow in the other elf’s direction. “Would you like to tell me why I found him in the stables unsupervised?”
Elrond had the good grace to look ashamed.
“It was a slight oversight,” he murmured. “And I sincerely hope for this incident to remain between the two of us, Glorfindel,” he added gazing earnestly at him.
“All right, all right,” he conceded lifting both hands. “I swear upon my honor that your sons will not learn from me that you lost their child. You are lucky nothing happened to him…”
“Hantale.” /Thank you,/ grumbled the half-elf before leaving with the child in his arms, straight to the Rivendell baths.
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“Mommy Eoir!” Harry raised his arms, waiting for his ‘mommy’ to pick him up.
“My son!”
Father and son could not help rolling their eyes upwards when they saw how Elrohir ran to Harry and enveloped him in a dramatic embrace.
“It’s not as if we were gone for years,” whispered Elladan.
“How are you, my treasure?” Elrohir murmured with tears in his eyes. “Mommy missed you so much, I couldn’t wait to see you and hug you again.”
“Aiya, mommy!”
The twins blinked at their father.
“Ezellahen belongs to our royal house and someone has to educate the child.” He looked at his sons reproachfully. “I have been teaching him a few things. It is better if he start learning now.”
“You’re right,” commented Elladan while approaching his brother. “How are you, champ? Did you miss your daddy Dan?”
“Uhu, daddy Dan,” said the child stretching his arms to be carried by the other twin.
“How did it go?”
The twins exchanged looks and sighed.
“They were at least a score, but we were able to handle them without difficulty. We did leave a few guards. We selected the best warriors we have so that they would be able to take care of it if others were to come back,” said Elrohir.
“It will be hard, but if we continue as we have, we will be able to eradicate those disgusting creatures from Middle Earth,” said Elladan through clenched teeth.
“Daddy Dan…?” said Harry inquiringly.
“It’s nothing, ithen,” he smiled at his little one. “Did you behave yourself while we were gone? Did you cause mischief or scare your grand-dad half to death with your escapades?”
The twins looked questioningly at their father, who swallowed while trying his best to not look guilty.
“Everything was perfect,” he lied. “I am surprised you do not believe me capable of taking care of him without incident.”
Glorfindel, who was coming to greet his friends, scoffed and rolled his eyes. Really, sometimes Lord Elrond could act like quite a teenager trying to preserve his pride. And he was always asking why his sons were the way they were.
To Be Continued…
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–Translator Notes: Well it looks like life decided to give me a good kick in the teeth. I apologize ahead of time for any more errors and awkward wording you might encounter in future chapters. I would still like for a beta to read through this after I am done and hopefully make it better.
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