AN: I KNOW I shouldn't be starting another fanfic after rarely completing any, but I am working on that. Two Strangers, I can't complete the next chapter until i get some reviews. So you COULD call this shameless plugging. But anyway, I hope you can enjoy this in the hope that reviews and critical responses will urge my hand back into writing again. It's been too long.this story has been noted down in full and I have just about all aspects covered. It is an evolving plot that reveals itself piece by piece, so don't expect to be getting answers to many questions till later in the piece.
It will be a long one, but I might be able to wrang out a chapter a week if my moods are up.

Story Warnings: Mostly mental anguish and some gore later on. My reason for making this M is mostly due to me knowing what I am capable of, and I am not a light and happy person in my writing style. Yes I can sometimes portray a positive setting, but the story will eventually contain darkness I would not like younger children to be subjected to. Sorry guys, but it's that simple.

Chapter Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Tolkien and only borrow his creations for my own sick perverted pleasure. And sometimes I'm nice to them.

Summery: In Middle Earth, things are changing. A miracle some say, but it is a curse in other's eyes and the dispute reigns on. In the middle of it all stands a small group of people of all races, seperated by time and distance. But soon, time catches up and the immortals find themselves in the middle, literally, of something far beyond their comprehension. Crossover LotR/Avatar/V for Vendetta aka Earth...but due to it's base being in LotR, I'd rather say the other two worlds are merely an excuse for me to write this story.

Prologue

The world was flat, that was a fact. The stars spinning above were encased in a dome made from air of blue seen by those who walked the lands below. But it was there, it was fact. The sun and moon, named Anor and Ithil respectively were guided above by their carriers; Arien, her firey hand holding the sun and Tilion, holding his moon with unsteady grace. More facts. The Valar and Maia spirits watched over the natural magic of the world, keeping the water flowing and air recurring.

These were facts.

What was not a fact was the possibility of travel beyond the domains of the world, into the Void and beyond. To think there was anything beyond that, beyond time even, was a ridiculous notion and one many had dismissed at first hearing. Except a few.

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Hirgon was named far later in life than was considered normal. His parents, traditionalists to the core, wanted to name him for who he was, not what they thought he could be. The unfortunate thing of naming any child of the Firstborn was the mistake so many had made before, that all names should mean something. Too often the case occurred that those who's names were the complete opposite or were too different from their character would change them, often resulting in many lost links to bloodlines of the past.

The child was called 'Elf' for the first three years of his life, or Edhel as the translation goes. It wasn't until he was halfway through his third year that his mother discovered something unusual about her son.

She wandered the halls of her home, dousing a few of the lights as she passed and leaving small pools of golden light in the moonlit gloom of late night. Sometimes she would stop and straighten a tapestry or wipe an unseen smudge off a mirror with her sleeve. She hummed quietly as she finished up with her patrol and turned to go back to her family quarters. Breathing in the fresh air wafting through the open corridors, she paused at one of the many balconies that overlooked the majestic valley.

The soft spray from the waterfalls seemed to sit like a kind of floating river circling Imladris, the full moon shining strongly overhead. With only a soft breeze, the shadows of trees barely moved and yet one could always hear the slight rustling of air going through their branches. At this time of night, it was the quiet time between the time their Lord and Lady went to bed (which was commonly very late) and the time the early household would wake up.

Leaning out over the stone balustrade, she let her eyes wander and thought, not for the first time, how lucky she was to be in her position. Her husband was a member of Lord Elrond's Council with a comfortable amount of decorations for strategic manoeuvres against the building orc opposition that had led to great victories. Thanks to him, the valley had been saved from total invasion on at least three counts over the eighty years he had been in the Council. He was now a respected member and leader of the newly created military section; the other four members being generals and captains in their own right and the five of them had created the section in the hope to improve defence even further.

She sighed as she thought about the last twenty odd years, though peaceful for once were filled with meetings and patrols, their time together being so spare that it wasn't until Edhel was born that her husband had removed himself from the field and continued work from within his office. This allowed them always more time to see each other, and often she brought their son with her and they would watch him as he would roll around on the floor, chirping in his sweet melodious voice.

He was going to be a fine singer one day, she thought to herself, but it was simply not enough to name him after such a skill. Singing was a major part of their culture, but not enough in her eyes to lay upon someone for their eternal life. One could have called her obsessed for this, but she reasoned it was merely her wish for their child to have a perfect and normal life. Names inclusive.

Coming back to the present, her eyes focussed down on a small rocky pathway. It seemed as though someone was moving along it, a bundle in their arms. She squinted, then gave a little gasp. The hooded figure had placed the bundle on the ground and it had been revealed to be her own dear Edhel, the figure revealed as being his nurse.

She made to call out to them, but stopped herself as she watched with widening eyes at what occurred that night.

For many nights afterwards, Edhel's mother would come past that balcony and watch him and his nanny there on the pathway. It was soon apparent to her that it was the perfect and safest spot in the Valley for a small child to do what he could do. The pebbles of the pathway were smooth and not brittle and had been selected for quality, and with the larger yet also smooth stones lining the path, his skills could spread and evolve. Also it was a generally isolated area surrounded by bushes and trees and it was safe to reason that no one walked the balcony there this late at night. Except a peeping mother.

She watched with curious eyes as his small hands performed miraculous things with the stones. Sometimes he would perform a type of juggling trick, except the stones never touched his hands and were not obeying the simple laws of gravity. Giggling he let them hover, then circle round his head until they would form some sort of crown before falling out of mid air and scattering on the ground.

When this occurred, he often looked ready to cry before his nanny would kneel down next to him and start talking softly. His mother never could hear what was being said, but the process of what followed was always the same. The other woman would pick up a pebble and then let it hover in the palm of her hand. It had been obvious from the start that the two shared the same amazing skills and his mother smiled softly as her boy focussed on the stone now floating in his own hand.

It was into the third week of watching in on these midnight lessons when she made up her mind and went to fetch her husband.

She knew the timetable. The nanny always had waited till she had gone to bed before bringing the child outside. The only reason she had not been in bed that first time, was because she had woken up realizing she had not dampened the lights in the main house. Maerwen would not have been pleased with her and she never did like getting on the wrong side of the head housekeeper. Even though she was practically second to the top, sometimes Maerwen would get into moods where she would be treated like she was when she was still green at her work. The older elf was like this mostly when delegates from other Elven lands would come to visit their Lord, usually she was quite nice. But the Home was her domain and lo forbid it lest a smudge be on a surface for more than two minutes!

About half an hour before the lessons on the stone pathway would begin, she dragged her sleepy husband through the halls of the house. Often she stopped and he jolted awake behind her, before she would pull him further on.

He didn't know what was going on and didn't really have the energy to care. The day had been very long with two humans coming in from a village nearby to converse about trading possibilities. Due to his grasp of Common being so rusty, he found the meeting hard to follow and it had left him with a pounding headache. He vowed to learn that language if it killed him. In any case, he trusted that his wife had something important to show him, and that it should wake him up nonetheless. They reached the balcony after taking many diversions and doubling back a couple of times. About now he was starting to wake up and his curiosity was piqued.

"Now, we wait." Was the soft whisper of his wife.

He stared at her for a moment, then followed her gaze to where he saw merely a pathway down below, and the rest of the garden there. There was nothing else and he looked at her curiously. She said nothing and kept her eyes on the path, he raised an eyebrow and watched with her for few more minutes.

He started getting fidgety and opened his mouth, "Wha..."

"Shh, they are here." She whispered. And then he was silent as they both watched the cloaked figured holding the hand of a small child who hopped and giggled as they approached the bend in the path.

He could see now why this was a good observing place. With the moon shining above and behind them, the eaves of the balcony cast the interior and anyone inside in deep shadow. And yet it lit up that one bend in the pathway below where his son was pulling up gravel and pebbles from the path, compacting them into one solid rock and rolling it around. All this without ever touching them and formulating aeons of creation within mere seconds.

"Isn't it wonderful." Came the soft voice of his wife, her eyes still fixed on the sight below. "A few weeks ago he could barely lift the pebbles, and in the future he can form so many wonderful things. Our son has a gift, and now he can be named." She looked up at him then and her smile faded instantly. "Melethnín, what is the matter?"

His frown deepened and he shook his, motioning for her to be silent as he took her hand and draw her away down another hallway.

He could feel her questioning gaze burn into his back as they walked swiftly and silently though the halls of the widely-spaced house. They crossed two courtyards before he heard her give a small gasp in recognition of where they were heading. The Lord and Lady's quarters lay ahead and he veered left, going instead up to the next level to where the young princes were sleeping.

Eventually they came to the door and she hung back a bit, shaking her head and whispering oh so quietly.

"We mustn't. We are not of the Noble house and I don't even come up here unless I need to fill in for Maerwen, and I know for a fact that she has not gone on one of her odd pilgrimages down to those human places as I saw her just a few hours ago." She gave him a stern look, but he was not deterred and shook his head. He pushed open the door to reveal the large round room that was open along at least a third of the wall. This opening was framed in light see-through curtains that shifted ever so slightly in the breeze and the moonlight, now that they had arced around so that if they looked out the window they would be facing the other balcony, streamed in. It gave enough light to see that the twins had done their usual habit of pushing their beds up close to each other and they could see two mussed brown heads quite close together.

He smiled slightly and heard his wife sigh beside him. They both had experience, both personal and due to hearing other's stories, with the irritation of the two boys always needing to be close to each other. She had sometimes taken over for Maerwen to care for the higher quarters and had seen this personally and had often let them be. The head housekeeper, on the other hand, would separate the beds every morning only to find them back this way every night. She kept doing it though, no matter how often she was told it was a lost cause, but she would not be deterred from perfection and nowadays they simply never mentioned it anymore and hoped the young princes would grow out of it soon.

Considering the boys were in their twenty third year, it now seemed unlikely to be a habit they would drop...ever.

He went inside and moved over to the washbasin set on a low table over to one side. He then motioned for her to watch and dipped his hand in, cupping some water in his palm and moved over to the beds. And then without any warning, he tossed the water over them and she gasped, ready to dash for the door the moment the shock would hit them.

But it never did.

She moved closer to the beds, eyes opened wide in wonder.

The drops of water circled the bed, floating gently and drawing closer together to form a thin solid band of water that moved around just above their sleeping bodies. It glistened magically before her eyes and she felt the arms of her husband encircle her waist.

"Edhel's crown." she whispered, leaning her head on her husband's shoulder as he held her and they watched the new miracle.

Then suddenly the twins shifted position at the same time and the band silently exploded outwards, spraying them lightly, but never touching the twins.

Blinking, he wiped the water from his face and drew her outside, closing the door with a quiet snick. They walked down back to their own quarters in silence, both deep in thought about what they had seen that night.

After they had walked for a few minutes, he sighed and stopped.

"They are not the only ones. There are at least three more accounts, two are children like our boy and the Lord's. One is female and her brother is one of the other two males, but he is much older. In fact he is well past his age of maturity and is one of the trainees for the Boarder Patrol. But his younger sister is merely ten, and the other boy is nineteen." He frowned and leaned up against a wall, staring at his wife thoughtfully. "It has not begun with our son, though do not get me wrong, I find it indeed a miracle. They have been able to move the elements for decades, maybe centuries, but we have yet to find anyone who is older than Beinion."

"Why did you not tell me this before?" She stared right back into his eyes.

He shook his head and they continued walking. "This has been a thing only shared amongst those higher in the Council and those who's children have the gift." He took her hand gently. "I was under an oath to keep it secret, even from you, until Lord Elrond deems it right to expose. But now that you are now also part of this temporary secret, the oath is finally void between us." He kissed her fingers lightly as they stopped again. Her hand came up to brush against his dark locks. "I do not like keeping secrets from you."

She smiled and they continued on their walk, though at a more sedate and thoughtful pace.

Oaths were an engrained importance in their lives, in the lives of all elves as a whole. One of the more famous oaths in history described Fëanor, the maker of the Simarils who made an unbreakbale Oath to find back the three holy stones from the hands of Morgoth. The oath to go against the evil Valar bled into his sons and cursed them all into damnation for the evils they committed in trying to get back the stones.

They swore an oath which none shall break, and none should take, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not.

It was a powerful thing, an oath, and not one anyone would take lightly if made. Privately he wondered how old their nanny was.

Eventually they reached their own quarters and stopped outside the room of their son, watching him from the doorway. The nanny's bed lay a few feet from his with them both breathing deep in exhausted sleep.

"I thought of a name." She said when they lay in bed, letting sleep wash over them.

"Mmm?" he hummed, shifting slightly. "What is it?"

"Hirgon."

There was a moment silence.

"Rock Lord?"

"Yes."

"But will that not rise in competition to the other Lords of the house?"

She hugged him close. "Not with a gift like his."

He chuckled in agreement and they wondered about what the future held for their son, and they each secretly thought of the look on their nanny's face when she heard the name he was to be given. It would lead to many questions for sure, and hopefully more answers.

TBC...

Notes: All elvish I got from this site ht tp://w ww. arwen-undo miel. com /index. html and any mistakes I may have made with it are to be blamed on my ignorance and general inability to find other worthier Elvish sources.

Please review. Leave a critique? Something? It really helps boost my confidence and tells me where I may need to improve. And yes this chapter was quite light and fluffy and we shall see where it leads next. Yours truly, Vana E.