A/N: I swear . . . you can cross anything with Lord of the Rings and it will make sense (much to the dismay of the Tolkien estate). There will be a serious dramatic plot as well as romance but I will do my darndest to make sure it does not become a Mary-sue.
Summary: In their first year, the Marauders took note of a shy silent girl who was sorted into Ravenclaw and befriended one, Lily Evans. What they didn't realize was that this girl possesses a big secret that very well could bring about the rise of another dark lord from a time that has since been long forgotten.
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it!
A Prophecy Long Forgotten
Prologue:
There was much rejoicing within the pale white city. For born unto them was the second child of the king, the first princess the city of Minas Tirith had seen in a great long while. There were, of course, the traditional celebrations within the streets: drinking to the newborn's health, flowers laid outside the palace, dancing and socializing well into the wee hours of the morning. The celebrations of the common folk were chaotic compared to the calm that had over taken the white tower.
The queen, Lady Arwen, was beaming with joy and without a doubt radiant. Her skin seemed to possess once more the milky, moon lit quality it had before she had chosen the mortal life with her lord and love, the King Elessar. She was resting in the large canopy bed of the master bedroom carefully nursing the child when her husband entered announcing that there were many guests who desired to see both her and the child.
Slowly they filed in, paying their respects to the queen, the nurse maid, and the half-awake babe. Slowly they each walked forward to get a closer look at the child. First were the Lords Legolas and Gimli. The latter proclaiming that the child had eyes wrought of the purest sapphires he had ever seen. Next, the steward and his wife approached, who were amazed at the calm disposition of the newborn babe. Their own child, Elboron, and the son of the king and queen, Eldarion, had been both very vocal in their first moments in the world. After the steward and his wife departed, those from The Shire approached. The Ring bearer was too weak to make the journey, but two of his kinsmen, his own cousins in fact, had journeyed to the far city for the birth of the second child of the king. Next to approach the bed was the king himself, bearing in his arms their two year old son.
"Look upon your new little sister, ionnin," he murmured softly to the boy who smiled at the child.
"I shall protect her always, ada," he said clutching her little hand and kissing it. This action caused the small being to giggle greatly, thus causing everyone else in the room to laugh.
Finally, the last to see the child were the four most powerful being in the room. First, was the Lord Elrond of Rivendell, Arwen's father. Next was the white wizard, Gandalf. Finally, it was the Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel's turn to look upon the child.
"What have you dubbed as her name?" Celeborn asked lightly.
"We have not decided yet," Arwen replied simply. Lady Galadriel stepped forward.
"May I hold her, my grandchild?" she asked extending her arms. Arwen, without hesitation, handed the child over. Galadriel looked lovingly upon the child, but then began to speak in a very distant tone.
"Much lay in store for your daughter," she began in a strangely haunting and hallow tone, "She will enter into another world, far different from ours yet strangely similar. She holds great power within her; surprisingly it is the same power that is fading from this world, the power of magic," Galadriel's voice became more disembodied, there was a strange glow about her, and the color of her eyes faded into a creamy glowing white, "In this other world she will have her heart stolen by a man, a man with two faces. One face is an intelligent, mild-mannered man. The other is a horrible beast with an unquenchable thirst for blood. She alone shall be able to tame the monster that is lurking beneath the surface."
"She will also see many trials. A prophecy long forgotten shall rise once more and be fulfilled; she alone shall possess the strength to stop it," Galadriel stopped suddenly and her natural demeanor returned. She once again looked lovingly at the small child in her arms who was cooing and giggling happily. Gandalf looked over her shoulder at the child.
"Sairina," he murmured gruffly looking up from the child to the king who nodded almost imperceptibly. Elessar walked over and took the child from her great-grandmother's arms.
"Since the gift of magic thrives within her, she shall be name thusly: Sairina," he said and looked to his wife, "Our little sorceress."
Many gifts were bestowed upon Sairina Telcontar, daughter of the king and queen. There were the typical things such as dolls, little dresses, and many other things of the like. She, however also received strange things as well.
From the great wizard, Gandalf, she received a staff made from the wood of a Mallorn tree. It was finely crafted, and long smooth shaft with small runes etched into it. The top was an intricate design that resembled the look of twisted roots. The Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood bestowed upon her a grand looking glass that also had Tengwar runes running along all the sides. Finally, her grandfather presented her with many, many books from the Rivendell library that possessed ancient Elvin texts as well as ancient spells from ages ago. Her parents were slightly confused by these gifts, but accepted them graciously nonetheless. They had heard the Lady's foretelling of their daughter's future, and they knew that whatever was in the fate for their daughter, these gifts would undoubtedly play a part.
For the next eleven years, these objects in particular always seemed to catch young Sairina's interest. Slowly but surely, over those years, she began to unlock their secrets . . .
Eleven Years Later
It was a warm mid-summer's day. The hazy heat of the sun caused almost all inhabitants of the city to be a bit lazier than usual. Shopkeepers yawned as they kept up shop, children walked as opposed to running through the streets, guards of the tower seemed to slouch a bit more than usual. There was one inhabitant, however, who was taking solace in the cool, musty confines of her personal library. The Princess Sairina was curled up on a lounge chair holding a large dusty tome and quickly but carefully reading though the contents.
While her many younger sisters quickly took up the habits of a usual princess (sewing, weaving, gossiping, shopping in the markets, drinking daily tea with the other ladies of the court, or many other things Sairina would describe as mundane), she found herself drawn to books. Her faceless grandfather, Elrond, had bestowed books upon her, and as she grew she read through them once, and then twice. She was in the process of making it three times when something unexpected happened.
Sairina was not so simple as to not realize that all the books her grandfather had left her were Elvin spell books. While they were a bit of a dry read, she read enjoyed them nonetheless, daydreaming about what she could do if these spells actually worked for her. She was often in the habit of trying the one word incantations out loud hoping for something to happen, just once.
"Galale," she had commanded of a sprig of ivy one day. To her astonishment, the ivy began to spread across the wall. While she was impressed with her ability to suddenly do this, she realized she didn't know how to stop it.
"Daro, daro, daro!" she tried but it continued to spread, "DARO!" This time she said it more forcefully and it stopped as suddenly as it had begun. It was at this time, Sairina realized that she possessed the power of magic.
This was why she was reading through the ancient books for a fourth time, this time she was trying to do the spells that those decaying pages held. She was concentrating so hard on a particularly hard incantation when her door opened and shut almost soundlessly.
"Sulidad, nana," Sairina said without looking up. Her mother sighed.
"Why do you spend all your time locked away in this study instead of outside with your other sisters and your brother?" Queen Arwen asked as she seated herself across from her daughter, "Tomorrow is your eleventh birthday, and I will not tolerate having you locked up and taking your supper in here like you normally do. We have a few guests coming, and it won't kill you to put down one of the old spell book my father left for you." Sairina lowered the book cautiously and looked at her mother. The worry was very evident in her ageless blue eyes.
"Why do you worry so, nana?" she asked filled with curiosity. Her mother sighed again.
"You are half-elvin by my blood, I am just afraid if you stay locked in this room forever, surrounded by books that you may fade to some degree and become a cold, heartless spinster who haunts her father's halls," she finished lightly so as not to bring upset to her daughter. Sairina smiled, a rare sight, and a glow returned to her face.
"Would you feel better, nana, if I were to read outside?" she suggested. Her mother laughed, it sounded like a thousand silver bells ringing.
"Yes, I suppose, but that's not quite what I had in mind," she replied through her mirth and kissed her daughter's brow, "but only if you spend all of tomorrow out and about the palace without a book." Sairina groaned slightly but nodded her head nonetheless.
The next evening . . .
Sairina slammed her door shut so hard that it cracked down the center of it. Never before in her life had she felt so furious, or so embarrassed. She growled and she ripped the soaked and ruined dress off of her and slipped into a dry cotton shift. She wrung her dark black locks as best as she could, but they were doused with a disgusting egg mixture that smelled atrocious.
Her day had been going well, as to be expected. It was her birthday, and she figured that nothing could go wrong. She had been sorely mistaken. Obeying her mother's request she spent the day socializing without a book in hand; this seemed to startle many of the court lords, because at first they had no recollection of who this young girl was. Things were quite well, Sairina welcomed the guest and her day was perfect, until they showed up.
They were known throughout Minas Tirith, and almost the rest of Middle Earth, as The Trastahíl, or the troublesome heirs. They earned their name from King Elessar after they had played a series of pranks upon the lords and ladies of the court about two years ago. They were the sons of the men who held great seats of power.
The ringleader was Sairina's only brother, the Prince Eldarion (who, she guessed, would be lucky to live long enough to be crowned heir to the throne of Gondor, for his childish ways greatly angered their father).
Prince Elboron, the son of the Steward, was the most cunning of the group (from both natural intelligence and from the massive amounts of reading his father encouraged him to partake in), and normally the chief planner of mischief.
Then there was Prince Elfwine, the heir to the throne of Rohan. The young ladies of all the courts found him to be extremely handsome and charming, Sairina found him to be simply disgusting.
The finally there was Prince Alphros, the oldest of the four. He was the heir to the seat of prince hood in Dol Amroth, and he was also known as the 'supplies man' of the group. Dol Amroth being a port city and (Alphros being at the docks nearly every day) he was able to get his hands on some very volatile items, such as the egg-like substance Sairina was now covered in.
Sairina was furious; she couldn't understand why the four boys picked on her so much. All she ever really desired was to be left alone to her studies. She sat down in front of the large ornate mirror her great grandmother and great grandfather, also faceless entities, had given her and began to run a comb through her dark tangled locks. As she was brushing she hummed a wordless tune and let her eyes drift out of focus. While she was in this daze, she suddenly realized that the frame of her mirror was glowing softly.
"Ithildin," she murmured running a finger over the smooth script of Tengwar, "Upon the eleventh year, your eyes will open. Speak of what you are, and the gate will open too." Sairina pondered the curious message around her mirror, "Speak of what I am? What am I?" She had of course heard of the moon letters and how solving their riddles would open their secrets, as the legendary Gandalf had done at the Gates of Moria,
"Ok, speak of what I am," Sairina reasoned, "aranel (princess)." Nothing happened.
"Iell (daughter)?" she guessed. Nothing.
"Muinthel (sister)? Gûl (student)? Brennil (lady)?" she continued to guess, slowly growing more frustrated with every guess. This game seemed to continue on forever, each of her guesses being more outlandish than the last.
"Curuni (witch)," she suggested half heartily on the verge of giving up, and was beyond belief when the silver glass of the mirror began to swirl and dissolve away. What stood before her now was a long passage way, lit by torches with many portraits hanging on the walls. Carefully poking her head through, she looked around. It seemed to be deserted.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," she murmured to herself, grabbed her staff, and stepped through the portal. After she had stepped through the now open doorway, she heard a soft crackling sound. Turning around she saw that the mirror had restored itself, but the same inscription was still glowing brightly.
Sairina carefully made her way down the hall, only the wooden clunk of her staff hitting the floor resounding through the halls. As she continued to make her way down the hall she noticed that the massive paintings on the wall were moving. Several of these paintings actually greeted her kindly. She had reached the end of the hall and heard voices to her right. She turned and looked; standing there was a tall man with silvery white hair and a long beard in blue robes. Two ice blue eyes twinkled behind half-moon glasses that sat one the end of his nose. Next to him was a younger woman in green robes with her dark hair pulled up into a tight bun.
"Miss Telcontar," the old man smiled, "I've been expecting you."
