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During the summer after fourth year, Harry unwittingly makes a wish... which takes him to another world. He needs to find a way home, but he also has to decide where his home really is... LOTR/HP Discontinued for Revision. THIS VERSION WILL NOT BE CONTINUED.
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There and Back Again
Prologue: Blow Out the Candles
If you traveled to Privet Drive, in Surrey, London, you'd probably find the place rather dull. Exceptionally so... For there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. In fact it was probably the most normal street you'd ever see... To all outward appearances, the house on number four Privet Drive was no exception.
But, it was an exception.
For inside this two story house with it's perfectly coordinated gardens and it's frightfully dull shutters, lived the Dursley, who were perfectly happy within it's walls... and their nephew, Harry Potter, who'd never been the least bit happy there.
Granted, Harry's life was somewhat more pleasant there now, as he now had the smallest bedroom to himself, instead of the cupboard under the stairs, where'd he slept every night for the first eleven years of his life. Another plus was that Harry was now allowed to keep his school things, and do his homework, in his room, so long as he never spoke of it or anything like it outside that room while in the Dursley's residence.
Now... most would find that idea rather strange.
One, it meant that Harry wanted to do his homework, and two, it meant that his relatives didn't want him to. That was undoubtedly the polar opposite of the situation most children, and teenagers in particular, find at home...
But Harry wasn't a normal teenager, as you might be able to tell from walking into his room. For his bedroom, with all of his belongings inside, didn't fit in with the rest of the house anymore than Harry himself fit in with the Dursleys.
There were an extraordinary number of unusual things in his room. A large wooden trunk stood open at the foot of the bed, with a cauldron, broomstick, black robes, assorted spell books and similar items inside. Rolls of parchment took up a large part of his desk, and a large, empty cage took up the rest.
Seem odd yet?
Well, there actually a very simple, yet very complicated explanation for all of this.
Harry Potter, was a wizard. An under-age wizard, which was part of the reason he had to stay with his relatives every summer when he wasn't attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The other part of that explanation was that Harry wasn't a normal wizard either. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, who had been responsible for the Dark Lord Voldemort's first downfall, and one of the few who believed that that same lord had returned. He couldn't really think otherwise, he had seen it. He had been needed as part of the magical ceremony to create a new body for the Dark Lord's spirit, the only thing that had survived his first meeting with the Potter's child. Which was why Harry himself had been needed, many, including Voldemort himself, believed Harry to be Voldemort's greatest enemy, and as such, his blood was needed to reform the Dark Lord's body.
Harry had just barely managed to escape death at the newly resurrected Dark Lord's wand, but the one who had accompanied him, the other Hogwarts Champion, Cedric Diggory, had not been so lucky...
At the moment, Harry was staring at the clock on his nightstand, which currently read 11:45 p.m. This was, in a way, a tradition for Harry. For it was presently the 30th of July, and his birthday was fifteen minutes away.
This tradition had really been rather pointless in his youth, as the Dursleys would never make it an enjoyable experience. If he was lucky they'd forget, and wouldn't have to listen to them talk on and on about how grateful he should be to them, while they handed him more hand-me-downs.
But, when he'd started attending Hogwarts that had changed. Now, his friends always made it somewhat enjoyable, because they always made sure he heard from them, and they always sent him rather touching gifts...
Harry suddenly looked away from the clock, and out the window, to see what appeared to be a veritable flock of owls soaring towards his window. Needless to say, he was startled, but nonetheless opened the window all the way and jumped back as they flew in.
The first few, among whom he could see his own snowy white owl, Hedwig, flew in and perched themselves atop Hedwig's cage, which was on his desk. Harry quickly dashed over to the desk and scooped the many rolls of parchment off, and pulled out the chair, so some could land there. He dumped the parchment in his trunk, to find two owls perched on the rim, and the other's had landed on his bed, most of them on the rails. One perched on the windowsill.
A moment later, all was silent.
Harry stared at his late night visitors. He recognized a few of them. His own owl, Hedwig, was perched atop her cage beside Errol, the Weasley families main owl, Hermes, Ron's older brother (one of them); Percy's, and Pig, who was the only owl who hadn't landed, and was instead flying around his room, up by the ceiling, excitedly. Another owl looked like one of the Hogwarts' messengers, and another looked like a Ministry owl... but the... seven others he didn't know.
Shaking his head, he went and relieved Hedwig of her relatively heavy burden. A letter and a package. Opening it, he smiled, and began reading.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! How has your summer been so far? I do hope your relatives aren't treating you poorly. I've been exchanging letters with Victor for most of the summer, and I've been following the Daily Prophet – to keep myself up-to-date in the Wizarding world (and make sure that 'Beetle' keeps her word). Would you like me to send you a subscription?
How has your scar been lately? Are you sleeping well? If you aren't, you should probably write the Headmaster, and ask him for some dreamless sleeping potions and what-not. I'm sorry if I sound like a worry-wart, it's just that there's only a month left till school starts, and, as much as you don't like staying with your relatives, you should try to enjoy the holiday – and I doubt that's really possible if you can't get a decent night's sleep.
I do hope you like your present... I made one for Ron too, I know both of you are always saying that I put far too much emphasis on learning and what-not, but this should be incredibly useful... if it works... (It's basically every book in the Hogwarts library, enchanted into one, single book. Madame Pince even let me include the Restricted Section!... but don't tell anyone, okay? –Ron in particular!) If there's anything wrong with yours, owl me.
Ron suggested that we meet up in Diagon Alley again, the third weekend of the month. Can you make it? Will your aunt and uncle let you come? I really hope you can. If not, I'll see you on the Hogwarts Express on September first!
Love from,
Harry glanced at the magical tome and shook his head. As peculiar as he found it, he could only imagine what Ron's reaction probably was... Still, she was right, it could be very useful... although how she'd managed to convince Madame Pince to allow it was beyond him...
He smiled, shaking his head before turning to catch Pig and relieve him of Ron's package, then he relieved the other owls he recognized as part of the Weasley family (Errol & Hermes) of their burdens. Afterward, he unfolded he letter Pig'd been carrying,
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday!
How's your summer been? The Dursley's haven't been too rotten have they? Mum and Dad said you I could invite you to the Burrow for the last two weeks of the month, that way we can go to Diagon Alley together. If you want, I could try to convince them to let you come earlier... Shouldn't be all that hard. No offense, but they really don't like you're relatives! Well, anyway, don't let them get you down!
Did Hermione really send you that big book for your birthday? It's awful strange (don't tell her I said that!) I can't get mine to work... Anyway, I hope you like your presents, everyone wanted to send you one, I hope you don't mind, but I think my families decided to adopt you... Ginny made us all color the ribbons differently, to tell you know who they're from without having to worry about tags (they're usually a waste of time (the tags) – they fall off during delivery 80% of the time!)
White – Mum & Dad
Red – Fred & George (be careful when you open that one, they actually found someone to back Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, so they've made a bunch of new stuff for it, and I'm not sure how safe it all is...
Gold – Me
Orange – Percy
Pink – Ginny
With... I don't know what owl's they'
Dark Green – Charlie
Light Green – Bill
They're notes with the packages too, but, I honestly didn't want you to be too shocked by whatever Fred & George sent you... some of the presents they've given me for my birthday...
Well, anyway, hope to hear from you soon!
Harry shook his head, and, chuckling, turned to the first package. He smiled and picked up the box with a white ribbon. Upon opening it, he found a package of fudge, and another package, which held a chocolate-frosted cake with the words 'Happy Birthday Harry!' decorating the top. When he opened the cake box, fifteen candles appeared on the cake and lit themselves, and he could hear the Weasley's singing, with the volume obviously turned down – she'd probably figured that it'd be rather late when he got this, and didn't want him to get in trouble with the Dursleys.
"Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday deeaar Harrry...
Happy Birthday to you!"
He smiled, touched more deeply by what was probably a combination of rather simple charms than most would willingly admit. Seeing that the candles didn't melt, so they wouldn't harm the cake, he placed it on his bedside table.
Still smiling, he picked up another present, this one was a small box with a pink ribbon, 'Ginny...' Harry recalled. Carefully undoing the delicate ribbon, he peeled back the a small wooden box, which was actually very appealing in itself, as the carvings in the wood work were rather impressive. When he picked the box up a key appeared in the keyhole along the side, so he turned it, then opened the lid. Inside, was what looked like a small crystal ball. Curious, he carefully removed the ball from it's cushioned container and was somewhat surprised when a transparent version of Ginny's head appeared inside the globe.
"Hi Harry!" she smiled, "This is an Alitum Globe... it's like a penseive, but easier to travel with. Ron mentioned that you might be having trouble sleeping because of nightmares, and I thought this might help. I have one, it helped me after my the Chamber..." she blushed, "I hope you like it! To use it, all you have to do is get into a comfortable position, hold it in both hands, in front of you... take deep breaths, and just... think. I know it sounds crazy, but it really does work! To look back at what went into the globe you just hold it in front of your face, in the palm of one hand, and say, 'Reminiscori', then it will show you everything from the most recent one, backward until you tell it to stop. To stop it, you just say, 'Cease'... Actually, to start it, the first time, you just say 'Reminiscori' but you should add a password, so you say 'Reminiscori' – whatever your password is. That way, no one can look at it without your permission... To change the password, 'Abeo password – what your current password is,' then you say 'password – what the new password is." she smiled, "I hope you like it, bye! And Happy Birthday!"
Then the ball was clear once again.
Harry stared at it for a few minutes, rather awed, before smiling. It was a very thoughtful gift, and it must be pretty good, considering how quickly Ginny seemed to recover from the Chamber of Secrets.
Still smiling, he carefully placed it back in its box, locking it, and placing the key in the compartment that had appeared along the side.
He then turned and picked up another present. It was Percy's present – orange ribbon – and it looked and felt like a book. Unwrapping it, he found that it was just that. But it wasn't quite as dull as he'd originally expected, one was a book on Pre-Auror training, 'Constant Vigilance!' by Alastor Moody. Because of Crouch Jr., Harry had never really met the man who was supposed to teach DADA last school year, but judging from the act Crouch held as an imposter to look unsuspicious, Mad-Eye Moody would have probably been a pretty good teacher. Who knows? Maybe they'd have the actual Moody for DADA in fifth year. But it'd probably be pretty interesting to see the man's opinions of his former job. Another book seemed to be an Apparition-prep book.
Setting the book aside – it didn't have a card, just a bookmark that said 'Happy Birthday' –, next to Hermione's tome, he picked up another gift.
This one had a rather odd shape, that and the red ribbon left no doubt in Harry's mind that this was the twin's gift. He got up and walked to the middle of the room, sitting down on the floor and setting the gift on the floor before cautiously undoing the ribbon and pulling back the parchment wrapping. Inside he found a collection of boxes that 'Weasleys Wizard Wheezes!'.
Going through them, Harry grinned. The twins seemed to have sent him a bit of everything. Fake wands, trick sweets... you name it, they had it! Shaking his head, he picked up the note that was on top of them.
The Founders, Inventors and Managers of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, would hereby liked to wish our 'anonymous patron' a wicked birthday, feel free to use these to ensure it is!
Sincerely ~ Fred & George Weasley
PS; Don't worry, we haven't forgotten our promise! We'll buy ickle Ronniekins a new robe when we go to Diagon Alley at the end of the summer! ^_~
Harry chuckled, before turning to another owl, this one was... a rather strange one. The present it was carrying was from one of the Weasley's; a small box with a light green ribbon – which meant that it was from Bill. He quickly unwrapped the small package, to reveal what appeared to be a miniature trunk, with a glowing red button on top.
He offered the water dish to the owl, who hooted gratefully, then turned back to the tiny trunk.
Harry looked at it for a moment, then – ignoring the little voice in the back of his head – he pushed the little red button.
The button went dark, then the whole trunk began to glow, it rose out of his palms, into the air, and a moment later a gleaming, regular sized trunk was on the floor in front of him.
The Boy-Who-Lived blinked, before opening the note that accompanied the trunk.
Dear Harry,
I thought this might come in handy. It's a Gringotts' trunk – bottomless and weightless! It can take just about anything, and you can make it shrink to any size, from any size you want... it's weightless no matter what you put in it, and you'll never have trouble finding stuff inside it! It also ha
- Watertight/proof & it will float
- Fireproof (if you were stuck in a burning house you could climb into it and shut it and come out fine! There's a key to the latch on the inside, so you wouldn't be stuck there...)
- There's a 'notice-me-not' feature you can activate too... Basically it just means people would see it, but they wouldn't pay it any mind... So if someone broke in your house to steal stuff (Muggle or Wizard) they wouldn't even think to look in the trunk or take it! Only people who are looking for it specifically would really notice it.
- Umm... Oh yeah! You can tell it to change the crests whenever you want to, to. So if you want it to look like a Hogwarts trunk now, you just put your wand in the key hole, and picture the Hogwarts' crest in your mind, and it will change from the Gringotts crests to that... If you want to change it afterwards, you can.... You probably should change it from the Gringotts' crest... the Goblin's are very suspicious creatures by nature, so it's just easier to try avoiding conflict... You can come up with a personalized crest too... You can make one yourself, or let it think of one, just put your want and the keyhole, and think of... either what you want the crest to be, or you.
Hope it helps. Happy Birthday!
Sincerely,
Bill Weasley
PS: There's a chain mechanism inside it, for when you want to shrink it down to locket size, it'll come out so you can wear it.
Harry stared at the trunk, more than a little awed. Now that would certainly come in handy! He shook his head, thought about a minute, and then started moving his other belongings from his Hogwarts trunk and around his room, into his new trunk.
Half an hour later, everything was inside that trunk, with the exception of the parcels each owl still carried, and the birthday cake, which was now on top of his closed school trunk.
He then turned to another peculiar owl, it was a relatively large owl, around fifteen inches (38.1cm), with a wingspan of about forty inches (101.6cm). It's feathers were a deep shade of brown with darker markings all over its body, and it had dark brown tufts near the center of its forehead and a light brown facial disk. It blinked at him with large yellow eyes as he offered the water dish to it (Bill's owl had already left), before hooting in thanks and bending over to drink.
He then opened the package it carried, which was also from one of the Weasleys, it had a dark green ribbon – so it was from Charlie. He pulled the note out, and read.
Dear Harry,
How are you? Doing well I hope. It's been a bit dull down here, I think the Dragons are hibernating or something – the hot weather sometimes knocks them out for awhile... Anyway, Happy Birthday! I thought these might come in handy, and they're pretty cool too! ^_~
Sincerely,
Charlie Weasley
PS: There's a personalization charm on them, so they'll reshape themselves and grow or shrink to fit you as soon as you touch them. Plus, they're spelled to grow with you – and they can endure almost anything!
Harry blinked and then began unrolling the paper package.
Inside was a pair of dragon-hide boots, gloves and what looked like a wand holster. He picked the boots, which looked rather large, up, and almost dropped them when they began to shrink. A moment later they looked like they'd fit him perfectly. When he picked up the gloves and the wand holster, they did the same thing.
Harry shook his head. He had to hand it to the Weasley's they sure knew what could come in handy! These weren't cheep, but Charlie probably had the advantage of working with Dragons too...
He shook his head, carefully placing the items in his new trunk. Then, he decided to try personalizing the trunk, like Bill had said. He pulled out his wand and put it in the keyhole, and closed his eyes, trying to think of what he pictured himself to be like.
He didn't see it, but after a moment the trunk began to glow again, and the medal crests began to change. Finally, they turned into a golden lion, with a silver snake wrapped loosely around it's neck, H.P., which were embossed atop them in a white-gold, and a deeper, golden lightning bolt was behind all of them.
Harry opened his eyes a moment later, and frowned upon seeing the lightning bolt... it seemed he could never escape it...
With a sigh, he willed the trunk to shrink, and it turned into a necklace with a miniature-trunk/locket on it, just like Bill said it would, and he snatched it out of midair with little difficulty (thanks to his Seeker reflexes) and put it on. This was helpful for one thing at the moment, at least now he didn't have to worry about the Dursleys taking his stuff away. They hadn't been that bad so far, but they'd threatened to lock it up a few times. He walked back over to his bed again, picking his birthday cake up along the way, and set it on his bedside table.
He glance 11:55... In five minutes, he'd be fifteen.
Before he could think of anything else, he doubled over as waves of raw pain erupted from his scar. He knew what this was, his scar – a remnant from his first encounter with the Dark Lord, on the Halloween night after his first birthday, when he'd survived the Avada Kedavra curse, cast by Voldemort himself – was, as far as he could tell, a permanent connection to the Dark Lord. Whenever V nearby, exceptionally pleased or exceptionally angry, Harry felt it through his scar. But that knowledge didn't help him.
The pain was worse this time. It got worse every time it happened. He hadn't told anyone that. He also had yet to tell anyone that Voldemort himself knew about the link, and had become accustom to 'playing' with him from time to time.
This, undoubtedly, was Voldemort's idea of a birthday present...
He fought it... he couldn't let him win...
He heard the clock beeping faintly. Midnight. He was fifteen years old...
He had to make his wish...
On his birthday cake...
He staggered slightly as he pulled himself over toward the head of the bed, until he was sitting right up by his bedside table, looking down at his birthday cake.
He could just barely see it through the pain, a collection of tiny, flickering lights.
"M-Make a wish, Harry..." he muttered weakly to himself, and he did...
He wished the pain would stop… he wanted to be some place he could feel loved…
And before he could finish that thought, the pain from his scar intensified, so that he could see or feel nothing else, but as he was dragged into that pain... he just barely managed to heave a great breath in, and blow…
The candles' flames flickered, and went out... and then the candles themselves started to glow...
Harry didn't see the candles glow…
He didn't feel himself rising off the floor...
Lady Galadriel sighed as she made her way into the grove where her mirror lay dormant, as it had, in truth, for many ages. It was truly only force of habit that brought her back every day. Habit, and duty.
Embarenya had changed long ago, and it would undoubtedly do so once again. But, for now, both the Mirror and the world it viewed were, for the most part, hibernating.
She moved over to the fountain on the far side of the pool, picking up the silver pitcher and filling it, she then walked back over to her mirror, slowly pouring the crystalline liquid in with an ease and grace bought by centuries of practice. When it was properly filled, she set the pitcher aside, and stood in front of the mirror again.
Galadriel gazed into its silvery depths awaiting any images it might offer. It showed some of the past she knew, and some of a past she did not...
After a short time, she shook her head, and began to draw back from the mirror, a new ripple broke its surface. She blinked in surprise, returning her attention to its surface, as the image began to clear.
A moment later a happy, young, human family appeared in the silver cast. A young woman with brilliant red locks and green-eyes, and a young, raven-haired man with a peculiar contraption on his face, playing with a beautiful baby. The child had the father's hair and the mother's eyes. They sat in an elegantly furnished living room, laughing and smiling.
The Lady of Lothlórien smiled softly as she watched what appeared to be a typical evening for the young family. However, that smile, was quickly replaced by a frown.
The Mirror usually allowed her to view the setting before the actual event that was important, at least when it was as clear as this. The images were rarely clear, but anything as clear as this, was important. And this wonderful scene of a perfect, happy family, was the perfect setting, for a tragedy...
The Lady Elf was drawn out of her thoughts as both of the child's parents in the vision looked up, apparently having heard something, and the man rose to his feet, the woman quickly following, holding her child protectively.
The man moved out of sight, and a moment later a look of alarm crossed the woman's face as she spun around, and the vision switched to show the young man in front of her, turning as she closed the door. Then the vision switched back to the woman as she held her child tightly, as a burst of green light slammed the door open.
That light, Galadriel sensed, had been an evil spell, which was only confirmed by the grief and terror in the young woman's eyes as she, after placing her child on the floor, partially hidden, turned toward the door face as a new man, a dark man, entered.
This man was indeed very dark, and very evil.
Evil enough that the Lady of Lórien momentarily wondered if this was a vision of long ago, and this a family that Sauron had taken care of personally.
But no, it couldn't be. As evil as the man was, he didn't seem as evil as she remembered, and knew, the Dark Lord of Mordor to be.
Furthermore, the home these people lived in looked nothing like any home she'd seen in the world of Men.
'So it must be a vision of the future... or another world.' She though, fighting to remain emotionally detached from the first interesting vision she'd received in decades...
As strange as it may sound, Galadriel had occasionally been offered glimpses of other worlds, but they'd never been as clear, or terrible, as this.
All this flew through the Immortal Queen's mind as the woman pleaded with the dark man, clearly begging him to not harm her son.
The dark man listened to the dark man for a moment, evidently finding her pleas quite amusing, but when she turned toward a nearby table – to grab a slender, willow stick, Galadriel noted – he raised a long yew stick he'd been carrying. The dark man then annunciated two words with practiced precision, a cruel smile was the only feature on his face that wasn't shadowed by his hood.
A burst of green light, identical to the one that had blasted the door down and undoubtedly claimed the life of the young man who'd been guarding it, erupted from the end of the stick. Only this time it charged at the young woman, surrounding her and charging through her while spinning her around, to reveal a look of complete agony on her lovely face. A moment later, the green light faded, and the young woman fell, dead.
Galadriel's eyes widened as the man then turned to the infant who'd just witnessed his – she wasn't sure how, but she knew it was a boy – mother's death.
Once again, Harry was surrounded by that familiar, thick, white fog, which was pierced only by his mother's desperate pleas.
His father's voice, "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! I'll hold him off!–"
The sounds of someone stumbling from a room – a door bursting open – a cackle of high-pitched laughter –
His mother's voice... "Not Harry! Not Harry! Please – I'll do anything–"
"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now..."
"Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy..."Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead–"
"*Avada Kedavra!*"
His mother's scream of agony...
"Le ve laa, mae govannen, Heru Elrond, Heri Arwen," {You are, of course, most welcome, Lord Elrond, Lady Arwen,} Lord Cereborn nodded, to them, smiling as he led his son-in-law and his granddaughter toward the grove, where he knew his lady undoubtedly was. Gazing into her mirror.
"Hannon le, Heru Cereborn, Haldir," {Thank you, Lord Cereborn, Haldir,} Elrond nodded, "Nyar nin, maar ta–" {Tell me, how is–}
Suddenly a scream of pain and anguish came from not far ahead of them, followed shortly by an eruption of deep green, light that felt incredibly dark to the four elves.
This of course woke all of the nearby populace, but the four who'd first heard it paid them no heed as they hurried toward the scream's origin.
They were more than a little surprised, when they came to the grove where the Mirror resided, to see the Lady of Lothlórien kneeling by her mirror, her expression one of sheer torture, that deep green light rising from her Mirror.
"Melda nin?" Cereborn called, as he hurried down the steps, followed closely by his arms commander (Haldir) and their visitors.
Slowly the green light faded and the mirrors surface smoothed over, completely blank. Just as serene and perfect as it had always seemed in dormancy.
"Man ta raika?" {What is wrong?} Cereborn continued, catching his wife as she fell away from the Mirror's pedestal.
The Lady's deep gasps were all that broke the utter silence that held the clearing for the next several minutes.
Arwen stared at her grandmother, stunned.
Galadriel had always seemed so… immortal… untouchable… but now…
Now… the Lady of Lothlórien was quite disheveled, sweat coating her brow, which was tense and creased with pain and worry. Her skin was pale, far more so than usual. And it was her eyes that truly frightened the Lady of Rivendell.
Galadriel cerulean orbs, always filled with incredible compassion, understanding and wisdom, now held pain, worry and confusion.
"Galadriel?"
The Lady of Lothlórien struggled for a moment, before managing to force her eyes open.
"Galadriel?" Cereborn repeated, "Melda nin? Na le maar?" {Are you all right?}
"Laa, melda nin," she shook her head, closing her eyes a moment. That had been awful! And he was only a child! 'Seldo!' {A child!} She fought back the tears that rose to her eyes at the thought. Her own daughter had departed for the Gray Haven not long before now, and there would always be some part of her that missed her.
There was more to it than that though.
The Elves longevity did not come without a price. And that price was in the precious few children born to them. While the birth of a child was an almost common occurrence to the other races of Middle Earth, the Elves rarely enjoyed that blessing. Each century a precious few youths were born to the immortals, and as such, the Elves were very protective of their offspring. Children meant more to them then any other race could possibly understand...
All Elves shared a bond with nature. An empathy with it that bordered on telepathy and some, Galadriel among them, even managed to achieve that ability as well.
But all Elves had that ability within their families, making them able to communicate without words or any external signals. It was this gift that often made other races think the Elves uncaring toward one another. But that couldn't be farther from the truth. And it was a gift that the Elves treasured almost as much as they treasured their children. For it gave them the ability to understand and protect their kin on a level that other races couldn't begin to comprehend…
But on the rare occurrence that an Elf was killed, their family and friends felt that death on that same level. Which then became a level of torment no other race could understand, nor should they ever want to….
Galadriel was drawn out of her thoughts by a faint tugging at the back of her mind, which had gone numb after witnessing that atrocious vision and experiencing the child's torment. It took her a moment to recognize it, and it gave her quite a start when she did. She knew what it was. She knew everything that came to pass into and within her wood.
There was someone new in Lothlórien. Someone who she didn't recognize, but felt she should, for they felt quite familiar…
From that, the sorceress started once again. For there was only one person that this could be.
"Galadriel?" Cereborn asked again, shaking her slightly, then stepping back quickly as she leapt to her feet. "Melda nin? Man ta raika?" {Beloved? What's wrong?}
The Lady of Lothlórien didn't appear to notice his question, nor did she acknowledge their presence as she hurried from the grove with astonish speed. (AN: Especially when taking into account the clothes she wears!)
Cereborn, Elrond, Arwen and Haldir looked at each other, puzzled, before hurrying after her.
After what seemed to the young wizard an eternity of pain, he was finally released.
Harry didn't have any strength whatsoever. He couldn't stand any more then he could open his eyes. Consequently, he fell to the ground, completely unconscious.
His brain, exhausted and distressed, didn't even register that it wasn't his bedroom floor that he fell to, but the riverbed of a stream, not far from the moss-covered ground of the very old, magical forest it flowed into.
Cereborn, Haldir, Elrond and Arwen were growing more puzzled and more worried as they sped after the Lady of Lothlórien.
They weren't far from the forest's edge now, which was evidently her intent. That, in itself, was puzzling, for the Lady hardly ever left the wood.
The Lady had not slowed down at all, and in her almost panicked haste they couldn't manage to catch her.
Galadriel was breathing in short gasps, which were quite uncharacteristic of her, as she reached the forests edge, and stopped, her eyes scanning the area.
She didn't even notice when the four who'd been trailing her barely managed to stop themselves in time to prevent a collision.
What she did see, was the body of a young boy, in rather unusual clothes, surrounded by several curious items.
She hurried over to them, taking no notice of the four winded elves behind her, or the others that were not far behind.
"Man ta heri tyarole?" {What is she doing?} Arwen asked, still breathing heavily, as they watched her grandmother step out of the forest and glide over to the river side. She blinked, "Man ta yana?" {What's that}
Cereborn sighed, "Ta veela nosse nin arwan sinya mellon..." {It looks like, we have another guest.} He replied, before following his wife, the others in his wake.
When they reached Galadriel and their 'new guest', they found the Lady of Lothlórien kneeling by his sighed, murmuring words of healing while cradling the young boy's head in her lap.
"Atan?" {A human?} Arwen murmured, surprised.
The others nodded in agreement.
"Man Atan na sinome?" {What would a human be doing here?} the Elven princess shook her head, "E kena nin seldo!" {He looks like a child!}
"E ta seldo..." {He is a child…}
The others jumped, surprised at the Lady's sudden speech.
"Ista nin i chên, melda nin?" {You know him, beloved?} Cereborn asked with a frown.
"Ista nin," {I do,} Galadriel nodded, "E ta selda, dan Ilatan..." {He is a child, but not a Human…}
"Hwaet?" {What?} Arwen blinked, "Dan… Man naan er e na?" {But... What else could he be?}
"E ta Istar." {He is a wizard.}
"Dan..." Arwen shook her head, "Dan, e na... seldo e–"{But, he's... a child... He–}
"E ilta o Embarenya..." {He is not of our world...} Galadriel replied softly. "Mi ?nnor, na limbe kuruvar, ar e esse istima uuve nessa...."{In his world, there are many wizards, and they begin training very young....} She stopped, and turned toward the bed where their young charge lay.
A moment later, the boy moaned, and seemed to struggle with opening his eyes.
When he managed it, the Lady of Light smiled gently, and greeted him. "Welcome to Lothlórien, Harry Potter."
End Prologue.
AN: Hi! That's all for now! ^_^ How was it?
Just I try when it comes to Elvish, but I am by no means fluent. Most of this I'm using a dictionary for and fudging a little bit... One thing that annoys me to no end, however, is that there is no Elvish word for "yes". I find that extremely annoying. If you know of one please tell me. I haven't been able to find it.
Anyway, I hope you liked it! ^_^
Translations:
Reminiscori – to call to mind/recollect/remember. (Latin)
Abeo – to change (Latin)
Embarenya – Middle-Earth
Melda nin – beloved
Dan – but
Man – Interrogative "what"
Hwaet – Surprised "what"/specific [I may be wrong about that...]
[Did I leave any out that weren't translated?]
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