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Warnings: slash, OOC, angst, future Mpreg
Chapter One, A New Life Blossoms
The elves of Lothlórien has ever seen the sky so dark as it was now; a dark liquorish black that few stars that resided in the sky could barely be seen. For they have never glowed so dimly as they did then, nor the wind be so still and calm but yet carry that sense of foreboding that made everyone on edge. The whole essence of the forest be it from the golden leaves high up in the trees or the lush green grass that crunched beneath your feet with the mornings dew; screamed of an innocent life filled with so much pain, loss and strife.
The shadows seemed to cling to everything and seemed to seep into your very skin for never had they been so dark in Lothlórien. The air was close and heavy, and the songs were quiet, lost in the quietest of wind. There was no sound of the forest dwellers through the trees for no hawks flew high above the treetops; no rabbits hopped in the high grass seeking shelter from predators. No deer wandered through the forest foraging on the leaves and berries that grew upon the bushes; no birds sung their songs in the trees and no owls hooted in the canopies above.
Something was seriously wrong within the depths of the fair forest, and the Lady of this beautiful forest was awake searching through her Realm in a frantic search. Her crystal blue eyes shone brighter then the brightest star on the clearest of nights; her porcelain skin glimmered as if it was made out of the rays of the moon itself, her golden hair shined like rays of the sun.
Her footsteps though hasty were light as a feather barely leaving a sound as she raced as fast as she could for the person who's heart cried for help, for love. She walked alongside the river that flowed through her forest as gentle as a summer breeze, listening to the whispers in the wind. Her heart clenching tightly in her need to hurry, her mind hoping it wasn't too late.
A whisper of a prayer escaped her coral lips when her eyes caught sight of a small shape by the river. She hurried over to the figure and fell to her knees beside it, her hands trembling as she gathered it into her arms. Her heart clenching as she did so for this was no mere shape it was a body. A body of a small child who trembled from both fear and the cold at her tender touch and hold. Raven black tresses fell around a pale face. Thin Cupid bow lips were parted and slow, pained breaths escaped between them.
The young boy, for she realised he was a boy, a very beautiful boy that they would have trouble keeping suitors away when he was older, was dressed in clothes far too big for him that seemed to drown his too thin frame and were far too thin for the cold nights of late winter, even if they were extremely baggy. Cradling the thin frame in her right arm close to her chest to keep him warm, Lady Galadriel raised her left hand to tenderly caress his brow. She brushed his silky soft hair away from his face, and her heart both danced and broke in her chest when she saw his ears were pointed like that of her Kin.
"What has happened to this Hên!" She whispered as she cupped his cheek caressing it with her thumb. Her mind was suddenly filled with memories that didn't belong to her; memories that held a great world of pain, loss, betrayal and loneliness and of sorrow and death; memories that no child should ever have to feel. She saw great power and darkness, but she also saw love and hope.
With a loving smile she carefully gathered the small child into her arms and stood to make her way back to Caras Galadhon. The child whimpered in his restless sleep curling towards her, seeking her warmth. Galadriel's heart swelled with love for her new son, the new son of Lothlórien. For she had no doubt that her husband and all the Elves within her Realm would love and protect the small boy.
"Fear naught, little one, for you are safe now. Your old life is over and your new life starts today, filled with love and joy." She whispered into the wind, weaving her power around the child held tightly in her arms. "You shall no longer be known as Harry Potter. From this day forward you shall be known as Calénandir of Lórien, and you shall suffer no more."
"Calén? Calén, manke naa lle?" An annoyed sigh followed the question, for the Elf searching for Calén stopped in his tracks, fisting his hands into fists as he tried to stop the worry from over whelming him as he looked around with an annoyed yet worried frown on his face. "Calén, if you do not appear right now, I shall be forced to tell Lady Galadriel that you've gone past the borders of Lórien again, and you know she and Lord Celeborn will not be happy with you!" The Elf shouted into the surrounding forest.
Feeling a presence behind him, the Elf spun on his heel without making a sound, only for his frown to deepen as saw no one was standing behind him. Just as he was calling the wayward Elflings name again as he turned in the opposite direction, his breath caught in his throat when he finally saw the one he was looking for. Calén was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at him with a raised eyebrow and amusement shining in those viridian eyes. "Hello Haldir, your a long way from your post." Calén commented as he pushed himself off of the tree. "Was there an emergency?" Calén asked innocently his head tilting to the side.
Haldir ignored Calén's question as his eyes darted over Calén's lithe form searching for injuries of any sort. "What have we told you about wandering off without telling anyone? And to disappear for hours at a time, do you know how worried you've had everyone gwador?" Haldir asked. "It is not safe for you to wander the woods alone, no matter how well protected our borders are."
Calén sighed and rolled his eyes as the same argument was presented to himself yet again, yes he may be an Elfling and he knew there was darkness growing in the North, but that didn't stop him from wanting to know what lay beyond the borders of Lothlôrien, he wanted to know what other type of creatures and people lay in the other parts of the world. "I'm no longer a young child, Haldir. Everyone else in this forest can wander as far as they please and yet I am the only living thing in Lothlôrien who is not allowed to walk no further than a mile from Caras Galadhon," Calén spoke as he turned lightly on his heel and made his way down the path leading back to the city.
The Elf now known as Haldir caught up with rather quickly and glanced at his young companion and charge out if the corner of his eye, before he sighed and looked down the path. "We only wish to protect you from the evils that spread across these lands, Calén. Ever since Lady Galadriel..."
"I know Haldir," Calén interrupted him. Haldir sighed and pulled his young friend closer than to him as he saw the Elfling close his eyes in obvious pain at the memories of his remembered past that Haldir knew were flashing across his closed eyes.
It was silence for a while as they travelled back towards the city of Lothlôrien, until Calén suddenly broke the tense silence between them. "I remember everything you know." Calén stated refusing to look at Haldir as he felt the Elf's eyes burn into the side of his head. "I do not mean to seem ungrateful, and not do I want to seem as I do not love u all because I do, very much so. But I need my freedom; I cannot and nor do I want to remain trapped within the walls of my room until the end of all days, when we finally take the Grey Ships from the Grey Harbour and sail across the see that the Valinor lands."
"You do not need to remained trapped inside your room until the end of all days, when we finally take the Grey Ships from the Grey Harbour and sail to Valinor, laemîr," Haldir answered causing Calén to turn and look up at him from his messy raven bangs. "Only until there is no evil left on this world that can harm you."
Calén groaned and swatted Haldir on the arm at the teasing smirk on Haldir's face, only to yelp in surprise when Haldir gave him a light shove making him stumble. "Then it seems that I am bound to never see the world and its secrets outside of the forest." Calén grumbled causing Haldir to sigh.
"As I told you laemîr, we only wish to protect you." Haldir told him smiling reassuringly as he held out his arms. He was surprised but pleased when Calén moved into them as he hadn't expected him to but nevertheless, Haldir wrapped his right arm around Calén's shoulders, keeping the not so young Elfling close to himself so he could protect him better from any possible dangers.
It was just twenty-five years since Lady Galadriel had found Calén by the riverbank where she and husband Lord Celeborn had adopted the small Elfling child as their own. Calên was now growing up into a beautiful young Elf. His raven black hair fell in s thick Celtic braid to his waist, with some wild tresses falling into his heart shaped, pale face which accented his out-worldly emerald eyes; that shine brighter than any gem the dwarves could ever hope to forge. His body while looking deceivingly frail, was in fact a firm body that was showed off by his dark green tunic and dark brown leggings that were tucked into thigh high beige boots; formed by hours of running through the vast forest of Lórien, ridding horses, and practicing sword fighting and archery.
Even though he was the youngest Elf in not only Lothlôrien and the other Realms he was already one of the best fighters they had in Lothlôrien, even though there was in fact not one single violent or aggressive bone in his body. Calén was in fact a kind, loving creature that who would not harm a fly. Who preferred spending his days walking through the forest exploring, playing with the animals that dwelled in the first and listening to the leaves singing through the golden leaves of the trees, or sitting in the shades beneath the trees with a thick book in his hands that he would not put down until it was finished.
He loved the nights as well. Quiet nights when he could sit with his Nana and Adar, either listening to his mother Galadriel's songs or singing with her. Even though he could very well take care of himself as he was efficiently trained in combat, his kind and compassionate nature made him stir away from conflict and as a result made everyone around him feel extreme protectiveness over him. Whoever met him no matter who they were, loved him from the moment they met him. Whoever talked to him fell in love with his sharp mind and large heart. Calénandir was the heart and soul of Lothlôrien, and there was no one within this great Elven City that would disagree.
"Haldir?! Calén?!" The two separated from their embrace and turned around to face whoever had called them. Calén's face brightened instantly into a grin that threatened to split his face in two when he saw who it was. "Rumil! Orophin! Alla. It's been too long! I've missed you!" He ran towards the two Elves, who were Haldir's two younger brothers and pulled the both of them into a group hug that caused the two brother to laugh brightly. "You grow even more beautiful every time we see you, Calén! Soon you'll put all the beauty within Lothlôrien to shame," Rumil teased the young raven haired Elf while his younger brother smirked down at Calén. "Your wrong Rumil. He already has, the ladies of Lothlôrien should be more watchful, for there is no greater beauty than Calén in all of Lórien." Orophin said making Calén blush furiously and hide his face in Haldir's shoulder slightly.
Calén shook his head from where ur rested on Haldir's shoulder. "No! There is no greater beauty than my Nana, Lady Galadriel!" Calén answered their teasing, and the two brothers exchanged from while Haldir rolled his eyes at his brothers, he knew he couldn't stop his brothers so he'd might as well join them. " I'm afraid Lady Galadriel would disagree with you, laemîr." Haldir joined them causing Calén to roll his eyes with an exasperated sigh. "Never mind," Calén said. "How are you? Is everything alright?" He asked as they started their journey again joined by Rumil and Orophin. "We're fine, little one and everything is fine." Orophin assured him. "Actually, Rumil and I are planning on asking Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn if they would allow us to take you with us the next time we did our rounds on our borders."
"You are?" Calén asked excitedly. While Haldir huffed and glared at his brothers promising trouble if they ever took Calén with them to the edge of their borders. Before either Rumil or Orophin could answer Calén they were interrupted by a voice behind them. "Calén! You had us worried! Do not wander off like that!" Said Elf had just turned on his heel only to find himself within the arms of Lady Arwen. The three brothers shared a smirk as they saw how pale Calén had gotten after he saw the worry that shone brightly in Arwen's tear-filled eyes. "Don't you dare wander off like that again Calénandir! Especially while I'm alone with you not only will my heart but take the worry but grandmother and grandfather will have my head."
"I'm sorry, Arwen," Calén apologised honestly, his own eyes filling with tears fur he had not meant to worry anyone- as he hugged her back tightly, "I merely wanted to take a walk by myself for a while, and slipped away while you talked with Giladin and Tinuvem. I promise it will not happen again."
Arwen smiled at him lovingly and kissed his forehead before she let him go. "I am not angry with you, sweet one. I was merely worried about you." Calén smiled at her and nodded. "Come now. Dinner will start after Lady Galadriel sees to a man that arrived earlier today. It appears that he is a traveler and he has asked to stay here for a few days, least until he has rested and stocked up his stores."
"You don't know who he is?" Calén asked curiously as Arwen shook her head.
"I haven't seen him, but if grandmother allowed him to stay it must mean he is a good man."
Calén nodded in agreement he knew his Nana would never allow someone into her Realm who meant her people harm, let alone he'd never would have made it past the borders if he was trouble. As they entered Caras Galadhon, they stopped for a short while to bid Haldir farewell since he had to return to his post, now that he knew Calén was in safe hands. Rumil and Orophin parted from Calén and Arwen not long after, making their way to Lord Celeborn's chambers to inform him of their findings from their watch of their borders.
Calén and Arwen made their way side by side to the highest levels of Caras Galadhon where their chambers lied. They passed many Elves on their way, and Arwen could not help but smile and feel proud of the little Elfling when she saw how loved Calén was. She had heard of the story of how Calén came to live in Lothlórien from Lady Galadriel when she arrived to spend some time with her Grandmother. Calén was still an incredibly young Elfling at that time, he was barely 17 summers old, but when Arwen looked into his eyes, she saw years of suffering and pain that no youngling should ever have felt or known. She'd learned about his past life from Lady Galadriel, and it only made her come to love him even more and make even more protective over him. Her stay in Lothlórien was only supposed to be a short one that would last for a few years, and yet she remained here for no other reason than to watch over Calén.
She has grown to love him as though he was her own child, and she knew that Calén loved her just as much. It was remarkable at how much Calén could love given how his past life was marked by pain and loss, his heart was so pure, so full of kindness and love that sometimes it was hard to believe such a creature existed even among the Elves. There was not a soul in Lothlórien or in Rivendell for that matter (as Arwen had told her brothers and Adar all about Calén and she knew how protective they were already over him without actually seeing him) who wouldn't die to protect the young Elf with hair the colour of the starless sky, and eyes which shone like emeralds dancing with light of the moon.
As they finally reached Calén's rooms at the top of the Royal tree not far from his parents own chambers, but far enough for his own privacy. Arwen couldn't help but laugh lightly when Calén tried to hide a large yawn. "Maybe you should head straight to bed, little one, otherwise you might fall asleep at the table. And you know Grandmother and Grandfather will not like that." Calén smiled sleepily at her and nodded his head. "I might," he agreed and moved to hug Arwen lovingly. "I'll see you in the morning, Arwen. Have a good night."
"Rest well, my little one, and dream only of beautiful things, for nothing shall harm you while you're here." Arwen said as she kissed his forehead and hugged him tightly to her chest.
After she left, Calén entered his chambers to ready himself for bed. With a tired sigh, he made his way over to the basin to wash his face and hands before he changed into a comfortable pair of light grey coloured pants and a large, white, long-sleeved shirt which danced around his small frame, as he'd borrowed it from his Adar as it made him feel safe in these dark times. With heavy lidded eyes and shoulders hunched forwards slightly, his posture all but forgotten in his exhaustion, he walked over to his soft bed and crawled under the soft velvety green cover. Before sleep claimed him, his last thoughts strayed to the stranger that arrived in Lórien while he was wandering the woodlands, and his heart filled with hope of hearing new stories about the world he had yet but yearned to see.
Translations:
*Elvish: Hên. English: Child
*Elvish: manke naa lle. English: where are you.
*Elvish: gwador. English: Brother not of blood.
*Elvish: Le Melin. English: I love you.
*Elvish: laemîr. English: emerald.
*Elvish: Nana. English: Mummy/ mother.
*Elvish: Adar. English: Father.
*Elvish: Alla. English: Hail. Literal: good, blessed, fortunate.
*Elvish: Le Melin (for the title). English: I love you.