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Chapter 6: Growing Up
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 6: Growing Up
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In Middle Earth...
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A small black haired child wearing black shoes and a green outfit ran crouched towards the next ‘hideout’ while being pursued by a very bad orc. A medallion could be seen resting upon his chest, the only memento he had of his original family and upon his head were signs of haven worn a crown at some point but it had long since fallen off during his escape from the evil orc. So, after recovering his breath, he extracted one of the small wooden arrows from his quiver and prepared his bow. He raised his head and narrowed his eyes; the evil orc was nowhere to be seen…but he knew it was there.
/“Ezellahen…I know you are here. Don’t hide.”/ The orc whispered sinisterly, silently stalking his prey.
“You won‘ get me, bad orc!” Cried the valiant elfling jumping from his hideout. “Take that!” he cried out. He put one of his small arrows on the bow and fired. Because they were only toy arrows and having little strength due to being only three-year-old, the arrow did not go far; it fell just ten centimeters away from his body.
“That is your defense?” laughed the evil orc. “I’m going to teach you the real meaning of pain.”
Harry cried out and threw down his bow and quiver…but was not fast enough to make his escape. Lord Elrond trapped him between his hands, picked him up, and started tickling him.
“Lau, G’an-dad! Lau! Ezellahen laughed while he squirmed in his arms. (AN- Lau: /No/)
“You are mine now, ithen.” Elrond growled. “And now…on you go to the bathroom…we have played plenty.”
“But, G’an dad…” he whined with a pout. “I ‘ready wash yeste’day…”
“And you are dirty all over again,” he scolded gently. “You have to bathe, Ezellahen. Remember we will be leaving early for Gondor tomorrow morning and there will be no time to bathe then.”
“Gondo? Wit’ Eldadion?” he asked raising his head.
“Tancave,” he sighed, “where the unruly Eldarion is at.”
Ezellahen’s eager smile produced a cold shiver that ran all the way up Lord Elrond’s spine. Those two had only met once again in all this time, but that one occasion was enough to turn the House of Rivendell into a complete chaos. Thank goodness this time they will be residing in Gondor.
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“Daddy…mommy mad at me?”
“No, love…” sighed Elladan. “Mommy is just feeling melancholy. I think we need to find him a boyfriend…” ¬ ¬
“Oh…” he blinked, “mommy wan’ kisses?”
“I suppose mommy doesn’t just want kisses. We elves have certain needs you know. I think mommy just needs someone to fu…” he looked at his young son’s confused face and cleared his throat. “Well, forget about that. He just needs a boyfriend and that’s all.”
“We can fin’ one in Gondo.”
“Maybe…” he finished adjusting the child’s tunic and picked him up. /“By the way, you have to speak in Quenya some more since Grand-dad works so hard teaching it to you.”/
Harry smiled while hugging his daddy’s neck and shrugged.
/”It’ fun to go a’gens G’an-dad”/- he smiled mischievously. (TN- a’gens: ‘against’)
Elladan could only arch an eyebrow when he saw that expression and attitude, so much like his own, on his own son. It seemed that his influence was having a…negative effect after all.
/“Well, you shouldn’t…”/ he said seriously. Even though his twin and he did it all the time, Harry may still turn out to be different. He sighed, “we better go before we’re late.”
They walked until they reached the main doors. The other Rivendell elves that were joining them on the trip were already waiting for them. Elrohir picked up Ezellahen and took him to his mount. Riding was something Harry enjoyed, especially when they were riding fast. It was because of this that he would sometimes escape to the stables were Glorfindel would let him ride a small pony he had received as a present from the hobbits for his first birthday in Middle Earth.
Since the twins did not know their son’s exact birthday date they had decided to celebrate it on the day that they had found him in the forest. The first party was an overflowing wealth of happiness for the House of Rivendell, everyone was invited and the child received many gifts. Among these gifts was Piruru the pony; a few toy bows, arrows, and swords; and many different outfits. Scaring his twin once more, Elrohir had cried halfway through the party when he saw his young son’s precious smile. It was obvious to everyone there that that particular twin needed a boyfriend…but he resisted the idea.
The journey was a long one, come nightfall they decided to make camp in order to rest and sleep for a little while. Unfortunately, there were still a few dark creatures wondering about so a few remained on guard.
“Mommy…” Ezellahen called to Elrohir. /“I wan’ a boyfend fo’ you…”/ he said solemnly.
He arched an eyebrow and took his son to place him on his lap.
/“And why do you want to find me one?”/
/“Ur sad mommy, I don’ like to see you sad.”/
He smiled tenderly, kissing his child’s long hair.
/“Your sentiments are quite noble, Ezellahen. But mommy is looking for the right person, therefore I cannot have just any boyfriend.”/
/“Riht pe’son?”/ He asked confused.
/“Yup, for elves like mommy there is only one person they can be with…I can only have one partner for life, one twin soul, someone perfect for me. Do you understand?”/
There was a long silence while Harry played with the fingers that rested on his waist, he frowned thinking.
“Yes mommy…”/ he said at last, surprising Elrohir. He did not think the child would understand. “Haddy will he’p you fin’ ur twin so’l.”/
“Hantale, Ezellahen.” /Thank you, Ezellahen./
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On the evening of the sixth day they could finally discern the entry doors to Minas Tirith. By this time the city was completely restored, it was as majestic as in times of old, and the elves urged their horses to quicken their gait in order to get there as soon as possible.
They dismounted before the great doors; it seemed that the wizard Mithrandir was already there, smiling quite mysteriously.
“G’an-dad!” Cried Harry, running to the white-bearded wizard and hugging his legs.
(TN: He calls Gandalf Abelo and Elrond Lelo; two childish forms of 'abuelo'. Abuelo is a very flexible term; it can mean grandfather or simply be used as an informal form of address to an elder, but I have no idea how I could show that in English. o_O)
“It is good seeing you again, Ezellahen. You are bigger than the last time we met.”
“Uhu,” he straightened up proudly. “I g’ow fast.”
“So I see, so I see,” he said mussing the child’s dark hair. “Want to go look for Eldarion?” He lowered himself to the child’s level. “I have brought something for you both, a special present.”
The child’s eyes brightened and he smiled as soon as he heard the word ‘present.’
“P’esent!” he cried out and took hold of Gandalf’s hand. “Le’s go g’an-dad!”
The child dragged the adult towards the citadel, while the elves were left frowning. Gandalf’s amused smirk did not herald anything good; he tended to have some very bizarre ideas when it came to gifts.
It did not take them long to find the young prince, they had barely set foot in the citadel when a dark-haired whirlwind ran into them. Harry smiled taking hold of his friend’s hands.
“Eldadion/Haddy!” They cried simultaneously, getting a grimace of pain from the magician.
“Oh, you are already here,” came Legolas’ melodious voice, who arrived with a little two-month-old girl in his arms, the princess of Arnor and Gondor. Her name was Alana, she was just as blond as her ‘mother’ and her eyes were the same dark blue of her grandfather, Thranduil. “Welcome.”
The husband of the King of Gondor smiled, inside however, he was horrified to see that his son and Ezellahen already spoke in that childish speech only they understood, and Elboron was not even in attendance yet. The three of them together where a real powder keg.
“G’an-dad has p’esents, Eldadion!”
“’eally?”
They both turned to look at the wizard expectantly, while the rest of the Rivendell elves entered the Great Hall to greet Legolas and little Alana.
The old wizard knelt using his staff for support and extracted two small crystal urns from the interior of his white tunic. With a wave of his hand these urns lengthened to approximately thirty centimeters long. Two small sleeping animals could be seen inside, one was coal-black and the other a snowy-white.
“Awaken …” Gandalf whispered.
Both…rabbits?...opened their eyes for a moment…then they partially opened their eyes again sporting wide smiles of contentment. With another wave of his hand the small creatures were liberated from their crystal prison and jumped to the flood. The black one had a blue jewel on its forehead and the white one a red one; their ears were longer than those of a rabbit so their ears fell down their sides. They stood upon their hind legs and had short arms.
“Pooo?” they said at the same time, looking confused and yawning widely. They had hibernated for quite a while.
“Wow…” said the children in unison, looking at the animals with admiration.
“These pets are especial, young ones.” The wizard smiled while he caressed the white one’s head. “They are called Mokona, but you can name them if you wish; the white one is for you Ezellahen.” He looked at the white Mokona and smiled. “I want to introduce you to your new master Mokona, this is Ezellahen. I hope you get along well…”
“Poo!” cried the white Mokona, jumping to stand next to Harry.
“Hi…” murmured the child, picking it up and holding it in his arms. The creature was soft and light, like cotton, and it would seem also very affectionate since it was rubbing its cheek against Harry’s.
“And the black Mokona is yours Eldarion.” He introduced them to each other and they got along well also. “Like I said, you are both free to name them.”
The children looked at each other and each carrying their own Mokona on a shoulder, moved to a corner to deliberate.
“What kind of…creatures are those, Mithrandir?” inquired Lord Elrond, who looked at the strange creatures with suspicion.
“Oh,” he smiled crookedly. “They are creations of an old friend who decided to leave them here when she left Middle Earth to go the universe from which our friend Godric Gryffindor came from. In truth, I do not know how she managed it, but she left me in charge of her pets. They will be very useful to the children, as you can see, they are not ordinary pets.”
“What makes them so special?” asked Legolas interested.
“The gems on their heads are the special components. They are magical and through them the children will be able to communicate; no matter the distance, or universe, they will act as communications liaisons for each of them. They will also be able to obtain anything they could want…anything.”
“Well…it sounds…interesting,” murmured Elladan.
“They’re not dangerous?” asked Elrohir with a frown.
“Of course not,” he laughed. “They are harmless, you can see for your self.” He gestured with his hand to observe them.
The white Mokona was on Harry’s shoulder, caressing the child’s head with an ear, while he moved his free arm at an incredible speed. The black Mokona listened to the children’s conversation attentively and frowned at something Eldarion told her, vigorously shaking her head in negation while resting within her new owner’s arms.
The black Mokona finally consented with a smile and the children approached the adults with satisfied grins.
“We god’em,” said Eldarion. “My Mokona ‘ill now be…Ciaran.”
“N mine ‘ill stay Mokona.”
“Good choices,” agreed Gandalf.
“Poo!Poo!” said Ciaran and Mokona in unison, before jumping from their owners’ arms and hopping to the nearest exit.
“Ged’em!” cried the children before taking off running after their pets.
“I hope it was a good idea to give them such pets,” murmured Elrond with a frown. Something told him that many calamities were to come from those children and their adorable new pets.
The evening came quickly and with it came Elboron and his family. The adults could not help frowning when they saw the three children reunited. Elboron was now four and a half years old. Ezellahen was three and little Eldarion had just turned one year and seven months old. The children got along terribly well, to their parents (and the occasional babysitters’) consternation.
“Wha’ happen’?” asked Ezellahen looking at the garden.
“Rained yeste’day, Eze…tha’ why so mush mud,” commented Elboron, looking at the big puddle of mud that was in the middle of the garden.
“Oh…we canno’ play ‘ere,” he said dolefully.
“Poo!Poo!” the children’s pets hopped right past them and jumped straight into the mud puddle. They jumped around happily, splashing specks of mud everywhere and getting their soft fur dirty. The three children exchanged looks and smiled impishly. With an exited cry they jumped in right next to Ciaran and Mokona and started jumping about in the mud. It is quite beside the point that they were all wearing exquisite tunics at the time.
They jumped around happily, laughing gaily, enjoying the simpler things in life; something which some adults forget about with the passing of time. Eldarion was the first one to take the mud into his hands, smiling mischievously before flinging it at Ezellahen; the mud struck the child on the side of his head, leaving him perplexed. Eldarion and Elboron started laughing, at least until the green eyed child retaliated by flinging mud at their faces and thus the grand mud battle had begun.
The adults had left them to play quietly, without vigilance, never imagining the path their play was going to take. The grand mud battle was interrupted to open the way for a bit of mud wrestling, where they all yanked at their already dirty tunics. Elboron was the first one to fall, slipping in the mixture of earth and water. Ezellahen and Eldarion went to help their friend, but when he took hold of their friends’ clothes they ended up falling as well and got covered in mud from head to toe. The three children looked like weird mud creatures, only their eyes distinguishable in all the mess.
Their pets hopped around happily, ‘poopoo-ing’ all over the place, just as dirty as their owners.
Suddenly Eldarion stopped jumping about; he whipped his face with a hand to see better and looked towards his friends with a frown.
“’m hungy,” he announced.
Elboron and Harry rose from the puddle nodding in the prince’s direction and then they rushed to the castle after picking up their pets.
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Aragorn massaged his temples deciding he will not be able to keep on reading the contracts without first calming the commotion that was coming from outside. He sighed in defeat and made his way to the castle’s principal lounge to investigate what was going on.
The sight he was met with made him arch an eyebrow. His son, young Elboron, and Ezellahen were running about with wide smiles on their faces. They were completely covered in mud, just like his immaculate floor, the sofa, the rug, and the walls. There were childish footprints all over the place, as well as of those two …rabbits…though he doubted that his son’s and godson’s (because the twins had decided that Aragorn would be Harry’s godfather) new pets were really rabbits, they still looked like as such. They were so filthy from head to toe (just like the children) that one could not make out their original coloring, not even the gems on their heads were visible underneath all that mud.
He looked to those present. Éomer, Faramir, and Boromir smiled in amusement while Éowyn screamed at her son to stop. Elladan was trying to hold back Elrohir, perhaps telling him that his child was just having a bit of fun and to just let him enjoy himself. Their Adar, on the other hand, looked to be in shock; surely his twins caused just as much chaos in their childhoods. His love was present as well, seemingly torn between whether to laugh or admonish their child.
“Is it possible to know what this is all about?”
The children paused suddenly and all gazes turned to him.
Ezellahen arched an eyebrow and looked at Eldarion, who smiled; then they both nodded in assent to Elboron.
“Daddy…!”
“Uncle…!”
“Ga’fa’the..!” (Godfather)
“Poo…!”
“Poo…!”
After those cries, the King of Gondor saw, horrified, how three brown blobs were coming his way, followed by their pets. He had no time to hide, the children hugged his legs, dirtied his costly and pristine Kingly clothes, and thus caused him to stumble and fall flat on his rear.
He could hear the horrified moans of his servants and the laughter of those that called themselves his friends.
The children laughed and put their hands on the King’s face, chest, and arms, messing him up completely. Aragorn sighed…smiled mischievously, and started tickling them.
The truth was that he needed a distraction from so much work and he was quite grateful to these little angelic looking devils.
To Be Continued…
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Note: This is a so called transition chapter XD It serves to introduce two beautiful things that Angi and I quite enjoy…the Mokinas. They won’t be essential to the fic but rather just a bit of comic relief.
… the next chapter will pertain to Godric Gryffindor’s visit to Middle Earth.
Translator Notes: The authors refer to the Mokinas as “ellas”; in other words, they’re females.
Please review! Constructive criticism is always welcome!
Still looking for a beta, anyone interested? ^_^
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 6: Growing Up
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In Middle Earth...
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A small black haired child wearing black shoes and a green outfit ran crouched towards the next ‘hideout’ while being pursued by a very bad orc. A medallion could be seen resting upon his chest, the only memento he had of his original family and upon his head were signs of haven worn a crown at some point but it had long since fallen off during his escape from the evil orc. So, after recovering his breath, he extracted one of the small wooden arrows from his quiver and prepared his bow. He raised his head and narrowed his eyes; the evil orc was nowhere to be seen…but he knew it was there.
/“Ezellahen…I know you are here. Don’t hide.”/ The orc whispered sinisterly, silently stalking his prey.
“You won‘ get me, bad orc!” Cried the valiant elfling jumping from his hideout. “Take that!” he cried out. He put one of his small arrows on the bow and fired. Because they were only toy arrows and having little strength due to being only three-year-old, the arrow did not go far; it fell just ten centimeters away from his body.
“That is your defense?” laughed the evil orc. “I’m going to teach you the real meaning of pain.”
Harry cried out and threw down his bow and quiver…but was not fast enough to make his escape. Lord Elrond trapped him between his hands, picked him up, and started tickling him.
“Lau, G’an-dad! Lau! Ezellahen laughed while he squirmed in his arms. (AN- Lau: /No/)
“You are mine now, ithen.” Elrond growled. “And now…on you go to the bathroom…we have played plenty.”
“But, G’an dad…” he whined with a pout. “I ‘ready wash yeste’day…”
“And you are dirty all over again,” he scolded gently. “You have to bathe, Ezellahen. Remember we will be leaving early for Gondor tomorrow morning and there will be no time to bathe then.”
“Gondo? Wit’ Eldadion?” he asked raising his head.
“Tancave,” he sighed, “where the unruly Eldarion is at.”
Ezellahen’s eager smile produced a cold shiver that ran all the way up Lord Elrond’s spine. Those two had only met once again in all this time, but that one occasion was enough to turn the House of Rivendell into a complete chaos. Thank goodness this time they will be residing in Gondor.
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“Daddy…mommy mad at me?”
“No, love…” sighed Elladan. “Mommy is just feeling melancholy. I think we need to find him a boyfriend…” ¬ ¬
“Oh…” he blinked, “mommy wan’ kisses?”
“I suppose mommy doesn’t just want kisses. We elves have certain needs you know. I think mommy just needs someone to fu…” he looked at his young son’s confused face and cleared his throat. “Well, forget about that. He just needs a boyfriend and that’s all.”
“We can fin’ one in Gondo.”
“Maybe…” he finished adjusting the child’s tunic and picked him up. /“By the way, you have to speak in Quenya some more since Grand-dad works so hard teaching it to you.”/
Harry smiled while hugging his daddy’s neck and shrugged.
/”It’ fun to go a’gens G’an-dad”/- he smiled mischievously. (TN- a’gens: ‘against’)
Elladan could only arch an eyebrow when he saw that expression and attitude, so much like his own, on his own son. It seemed that his influence was having a…negative effect after all.
/“Well, you shouldn’t…”/ he said seriously. Even though his twin and he did it all the time, Harry may still turn out to be different. He sighed, “we better go before we’re late.”
They walked until they reached the main doors. The other Rivendell elves that were joining them on the trip were already waiting for them. Elrohir picked up Ezellahen and took him to his mount. Riding was something Harry enjoyed, especially when they were riding fast. It was because of this that he would sometimes escape to the stables were Glorfindel would let him ride a small pony he had received as a present from the hobbits for his first birthday in Middle Earth.
Since the twins did not know their son’s exact birthday date they had decided to celebrate it on the day that they had found him in the forest. The first party was an overflowing wealth of happiness for the House of Rivendell, everyone was invited and the child received many gifts. Among these gifts was Piruru the pony; a few toy bows, arrows, and swords; and many different outfits. Scaring his twin once more, Elrohir had cried halfway through the party when he saw his young son’s precious smile. It was obvious to everyone there that that particular twin needed a boyfriend…but he resisted the idea.
The journey was a long one, come nightfall they decided to make camp in order to rest and sleep for a little while. Unfortunately, there were still a few dark creatures wondering about so a few remained on guard.
“Mommy…” Ezellahen called to Elrohir. /“I wan’ a boyfend fo’ you…”/ he said solemnly.
He arched an eyebrow and took his son to place him on his lap.
/“And why do you want to find me one?”/
/“Ur sad mommy, I don’ like to see you sad.”/
He smiled tenderly, kissing his child’s long hair.
/“Your sentiments are quite noble, Ezellahen. But mommy is looking for the right person, therefore I cannot have just any boyfriend.”/
/“Riht pe’son?”/ He asked confused.
/“Yup, for elves like mommy there is only one person they can be with…I can only have one partner for life, one twin soul, someone perfect for me. Do you understand?”/
There was a long silence while Harry played with the fingers that rested on his waist, he frowned thinking.
“Yes mommy…”/ he said at last, surprising Elrohir. He did not think the child would understand. “Haddy will he’p you fin’ ur twin so’l.”/
“Hantale, Ezellahen.” /Thank you, Ezellahen./
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On the evening of the sixth day they could finally discern the entry doors to Minas Tirith. By this time the city was completely restored, it was as majestic as in times of old, and the elves urged their horses to quicken their gait in order to get there as soon as possible.
They dismounted before the great doors; it seemed that the wizard Mithrandir was already there, smiling quite mysteriously.
“G’an-dad!” Cried Harry, running to the white-bearded wizard and hugging his legs.
(TN: He calls Gandalf Abelo and Elrond Lelo; two childish forms of 'abuelo'. Abuelo is a very flexible term; it can mean grandfather or simply be used as an informal form of address to an elder, but I have no idea how I could show that in English. o_O)
“It is good seeing you again, Ezellahen. You are bigger than the last time we met.”
“Uhu,” he straightened up proudly. “I g’ow fast.”
“So I see, so I see,” he said mussing the child’s dark hair. “Want to go look for Eldarion?” He lowered himself to the child’s level. “I have brought something for you both, a special present.”
The child’s eyes brightened and he smiled as soon as he heard the word ‘present.’
“P’esent!” he cried out and took hold of Gandalf’s hand. “Le’s go g’an-dad!”
The child dragged the adult towards the citadel, while the elves were left frowning. Gandalf’s amused smirk did not herald anything good; he tended to have some very bizarre ideas when it came to gifts.
It did not take them long to find the young prince, they had barely set foot in the citadel when a dark-haired whirlwind ran into them. Harry smiled taking hold of his friend’s hands.
“Eldadion/Haddy!” They cried simultaneously, getting a grimace of pain from the magician.
“Oh, you are already here,” came Legolas’ melodious voice, who arrived with a little two-month-old girl in his arms, the princess of Arnor and Gondor. Her name was Alana, she was just as blond as her ‘mother’ and her eyes were the same dark blue of her grandfather, Thranduil. “Welcome.”
The husband of the King of Gondor smiled, inside however, he was horrified to see that his son and Ezellahen already spoke in that childish speech only they understood, and Elboron was not even in attendance yet. The three of them together where a real powder keg.
“G’an-dad has p’esents, Eldadion!”
“’eally?”
They both turned to look at the wizard expectantly, while the rest of the Rivendell elves entered the Great Hall to greet Legolas and little Alana.
The old wizard knelt using his staff for support and extracted two small crystal urns from the interior of his white tunic. With a wave of his hand these urns lengthened to approximately thirty centimeters long. Two small sleeping animals could be seen inside, one was coal-black and the other a snowy-white.
“Awaken …” Gandalf whispered.
Both…rabbits?...opened their eyes for a moment…then they partially opened their eyes again sporting wide smiles of contentment. With another wave of his hand the small creatures were liberated from their crystal prison and jumped to the flood. The black one had a blue jewel on its forehead and the white one a red one; their ears were longer than those of a rabbit so their ears fell down their sides. They stood upon their hind legs and had short arms.
“Pooo?” they said at the same time, looking confused and yawning widely. They had hibernated for quite a while.
“Wow…” said the children in unison, looking at the animals with admiration.
“These pets are especial, young ones.” The wizard smiled while he caressed the white one’s head. “They are called Mokona, but you can name them if you wish; the white one is for you Ezellahen.” He looked at the white Mokona and smiled. “I want to introduce you to your new master Mokona, this is Ezellahen. I hope you get along well…”
“Poo!” cried the white Mokona, jumping to stand next to Harry.
“Hi…” murmured the child, picking it up and holding it in his arms. The creature was soft and light, like cotton, and it would seem also very affectionate since it was rubbing its cheek against Harry’s.
“And the black Mokona is yours Eldarion.” He introduced them to each other and they got along well also. “Like I said, you are both free to name them.”
The children looked at each other and each carrying their own Mokona on a shoulder, moved to a corner to deliberate.
“What kind of…creatures are those, Mithrandir?” inquired Lord Elrond, who looked at the strange creatures with suspicion.
“Oh,” he smiled crookedly. “They are creations of an old friend who decided to leave them here when she left Middle Earth to go the universe from which our friend Godric Gryffindor came from. In truth, I do not know how she managed it, but she left me in charge of her pets. They will be very useful to the children, as you can see, they are not ordinary pets.”
“What makes them so special?” asked Legolas interested.
“The gems on their heads are the special components. They are magical and through them the children will be able to communicate; no matter the distance, or universe, they will act as communications liaisons for each of them. They will also be able to obtain anything they could want…anything.”
“Well…it sounds…interesting,” murmured Elladan.
“They’re not dangerous?” asked Elrohir with a frown.
“Of course not,” he laughed. “They are harmless, you can see for your self.” He gestured with his hand to observe them.
The white Mokona was on Harry’s shoulder, caressing the child’s head with an ear, while he moved his free arm at an incredible speed. The black Mokona listened to the children’s conversation attentively and frowned at something Eldarion told her, vigorously shaking her head in negation while resting within her new owner’s arms.
The black Mokona finally consented with a smile and the children approached the adults with satisfied grins.
“We god’em,” said Eldarion. “My Mokona ‘ill now be…Ciaran.”
“N mine ‘ill stay Mokona.”
“Good choices,” agreed Gandalf.
“Poo!Poo!” said Ciaran and Mokona in unison, before jumping from their owners’ arms and hopping to the nearest exit.
“Ged’em!” cried the children before taking off running after their pets.
“I hope it was a good idea to give them such pets,” murmured Elrond with a frown. Something told him that many calamities were to come from those children and their adorable new pets.
The evening came quickly and with it came Elboron and his family. The adults could not help frowning when they saw the three children reunited. Elboron was now four and a half years old. Ezellahen was three and little Eldarion had just turned one year and seven months old. The children got along terribly well, to their parents (and the occasional babysitters’) consternation.
“Wha’ happen’?” asked Ezellahen looking at the garden.
“Rained yeste’day, Eze…tha’ why so mush mud,” commented Elboron, looking at the big puddle of mud that was in the middle of the garden.
“Oh…we canno’ play ‘ere,” he said dolefully.
“Poo!Poo!” the children’s pets hopped right past them and jumped straight into the mud puddle. They jumped around happily, splashing specks of mud everywhere and getting their soft fur dirty. The three children exchanged looks and smiled impishly. With an exited cry they jumped in right next to Ciaran and Mokona and started jumping about in the mud. It is quite beside the point that they were all wearing exquisite tunics at the time.
They jumped around happily, laughing gaily, enjoying the simpler things in life; something which some adults forget about with the passing of time. Eldarion was the first one to take the mud into his hands, smiling mischievously before flinging it at Ezellahen; the mud struck the child on the side of his head, leaving him perplexed. Eldarion and Elboron started laughing, at least until the green eyed child retaliated by flinging mud at their faces and thus the grand mud battle had begun.
The adults had left them to play quietly, without vigilance, never imagining the path their play was going to take. The grand mud battle was interrupted to open the way for a bit of mud wrestling, where they all yanked at their already dirty tunics. Elboron was the first one to fall, slipping in the mixture of earth and water. Ezellahen and Eldarion went to help their friend, but when he took hold of their friends’ clothes they ended up falling as well and got covered in mud from head to toe. The three children looked like weird mud creatures, only their eyes distinguishable in all the mess.
Their pets hopped around happily, ‘poopoo-ing’ all over the place, just as dirty as their owners.
Suddenly Eldarion stopped jumping about; he whipped his face with a hand to see better and looked towards his friends with a frown.
“’m hungy,” he announced.
Elboron and Harry rose from the puddle nodding in the prince’s direction and then they rushed to the castle after picking up their pets.
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Aragorn massaged his temples deciding he will not be able to keep on reading the contracts without first calming the commotion that was coming from outside. He sighed in defeat and made his way to the castle’s principal lounge to investigate what was going on.
The sight he was met with made him arch an eyebrow. His son, young Elboron, and Ezellahen were running about with wide smiles on their faces. They were completely covered in mud, just like his immaculate floor, the sofa, the rug, and the walls. There were childish footprints all over the place, as well as of those two …rabbits…though he doubted that his son’s and godson’s (because the twins had decided that Aragorn would be Harry’s godfather) new pets were really rabbits, they still looked like as such. They were so filthy from head to toe (just like the children) that one could not make out their original coloring, not even the gems on their heads were visible underneath all that mud.
He looked to those present. Éomer, Faramir, and Boromir smiled in amusement while Éowyn screamed at her son to stop. Elladan was trying to hold back Elrohir, perhaps telling him that his child was just having a bit of fun and to just let him enjoy himself. Their Adar, on the other hand, looked to be in shock; surely his twins caused just as much chaos in their childhoods. His love was present as well, seemingly torn between whether to laugh or admonish their child.
“Is it possible to know what this is all about?”
The children paused suddenly and all gazes turned to him.
Ezellahen arched an eyebrow and looked at Eldarion, who smiled; then they both nodded in assent to Elboron.
“Daddy…!”
“Uncle…!”
“Ga’fa’the..!” (Godfather)
“Poo…!”
“Poo…!”
After those cries, the King of Gondor saw, horrified, how three brown blobs were coming his way, followed by their pets. He had no time to hide, the children hugged his legs, dirtied his costly and pristine Kingly clothes, and thus caused him to stumble and fall flat on his rear.
He could hear the horrified moans of his servants and the laughter of those that called themselves his friends.
The children laughed and put their hands on the King’s face, chest, and arms, messing him up completely. Aragorn sighed…smiled mischievously, and started tickling them.
The truth was that he needed a distraction from so much work and he was quite grateful to these little angelic looking devils.
To Be Continued…
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Note: This is a so called transition chapter XD It serves to introduce two beautiful things that Angi and I quite enjoy…the Mokinas. They won’t be essential to the fic but rather just a bit of comic relief.
… the next chapter will pertain to Godric Gryffindor’s visit to Middle Earth.
Translator Notes: The authors refer to the Mokinas as “ellas”; in other words, they’re females.
Please review! Constructive criticism is always welcome!
Still looking for a beta, anyone interested? ^_^