Aníron
(I desire)
(A Harry Potter Fanfiction)
AN: Ok so this is my very first shot at writing fanfiction, I noticed there weren't a lot of Tom Riddle Jr. fics out there, and most of them were slash fics. (Not that I dislike slash, I just can't write it.) So I decided to go with an OC as the love interest, it is a sort of crossover with LOTR, but since it really doesn't contain any of the original characters from those books, only mentioned in passing, I figured I could get away with posting it here. Let me know if you disagree. It is rated M for future lemons, so beware… below each chapter is an upload of the featured song, feel free to download and enjoy. I love constructive criticism so please if you feel so inclined to leave a comment, just remember that this is my first. I use a lot of Sindarin in this fic, and have used the program Dragon Flame and the website Arwen-Undomiel(dot)com for most of the translations, although, I'm not a linguistic so forgive my mistakes. Translations will be listed below each chapter. Sorry, I hate long A/Ns, my apologies, it will be my last long one, I promise!
Thanks goes out to my best buddy of 18 years (geez we're old!) and beta Minako!! Love you girl!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own or make any profit from either the Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings franchises/characters ... All respective rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and all respective rights to Lord of the Rings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I just make their characters do naughty things. *dance puppets dance!*
Aníron
O môr henion i dhú:
(From Darkness I understand the night.)
Ely siriar, êl sila.
(Dreams flow, a star shines.)
Ai! Aníron Undómiel.
(Ah! I desire Evenstar.)
Tiro! Él eria e môr.
(Look! A star rises out of the darkness.)
I 'lîr en êl luitha 'úren.
(The song of the star enchants my heart.)
Ai! Aníron.
(Ah! I desire.)
-Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
(The Council of Elrond Assembles)
-Roma Ryan
Preformed by: Enya
Chapter 1-
"The road to hell is paved with good intentions."- Old Proverb
The sun was setting in Lothlorien. The leaves rustled across the grass of the ancient Elven country. The capital had been long deserted by their inhabitants. All was quiet, almost serene except for the sounds of hurried footsteps treading across the grass.
"Im gosta," said a seemingly pretty young girl, with long straight chestnut hair, and sharp grey eyes. She eyed the area with caution. As if at any second a horrible creature might just spring out at her, a wolf, warg or even worse an orc...
How did I even end up here? She thought worriedly. One second I'm following Rian and the next she's disappeared and stranded me. The girl began to pace slowly trying not to make too much noise by crushing the leaves.
I knew I shouldn't have followed her out into the trees, her lips curled into a sneer. We were safer in the city. Let's go for a walk she says! See if I ever listen to her again.
The girl known as Tathar to her people stopped and sat down in a small area devoid of leaves. She was tired of wasting her time by chasing after her vanished companion. Time trickled by slowly as she sat there waiting. She felt hungry and cold. She was annoyed with her situation, and she was obviously lost. She pondered over possible solutions. How much longer her trek back to Gondor would be? If everything had stayed the same since she went on her trip to see the lands of her ancestors.
Her friend Rian had come up with the idea of their little trip. Just to get away and see what all the fuss was about, they had heard all the tales about the elves, hobbits, and wizards. They spent a whole month traveling northwards towards Rivendell first, staying for a few days to explore the abandoned elvish ruins. Tathar learned a lot about her heritage in Rivendell and had been eager to head to Lothlorien to soak in more. They didn't travel alone of course. Tathar's older twin brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, named after some great uncles, accompanied them. Tathar knew better than to rely on them for help for they were waiting for the girls back at the camp they had set up.
Tathar was half Elvish. The blood that ran through her veins not only carried the linage of Isildur the Great King of Gondor, but of the Valar as well. She was a direct descendant of Aragorn and Arwen, a great granddaughter. The gifts of the Valar had jumped a few generations seemingly lost forever when her elvish kin had journeyed across the sea to the Grey Havens. She didn't quite know why the Valor had chosen her to bequeath the gifts and traits of the Elven race. Even her brothers were fully human. She was hoping that maybe this trip she had embarked on would answer some of her questions.
She understood just how different she was; how she would have certain gifts above and beyond a mere mortal. She also bore the weight of immortality and the sorrow she would one day face at the thought of her friends and family passing on.
It was roughly after nine when a noise roused her. Someone was making quite a racket walking through the leaves. Tathar stood quickly as many thoughts ran through her head. Predator or friend? Orc or Rian? Tathar hoped the sound was from her friend, and that Rian had finally come to rescue her from the droning boredom being inflicted on her. She jumped up from her seat and shouted towards the noise to get her attention.
"Rian! Tolo hi!"
Out of the thicket of trees a tall man stepped forward and approached her. He had a long graying beard, dark flowing robes and cold blue eyes, which disturbed Tathar greatly.
He must be a wizard by the looks of those robes he's wearing...
Tathar looked at the old man with awe and trepidation. She knew just what a wizard could do, if the stories of Saruman the White were at all true.
"Suilaid. Pedich Edhellen?" Tathar asked.
He advanced forward slowly an aura of severity around him. His eyes flat despite their color trailed the length of her. Surveying her closely he stopped only a few meters away.
"Not enough, I do speak the language of men though? Are you on your own? A lady should not be left unattended especially at night."
"Unfortunately yes, I seem to have lost my companion. We were travelling south towards Gondor when we were separated. My brothers will be looking for me by now," not wanting to be rude Tathar answered honestly. She also wanted to make it perfectly clear that there would be others looking for her.
The Wizard leaned forward and stared in her eyes, as if seeing something alarming.
"Your eyes, they have too much light in them. How odd. You say you hail from Gondor? I could swear I see Elvish in you, child. Alas it cannot be, they have all ventured away from our world and settled elsewhere."
At this comment Tathar bristled. She was used to such comments, but they never lost their sting. The way this wizard was appraising her was more than a little unsettling.
"I am Tathar of Gondor, Undomiel to my people, descendant of Aragorn Elessar and his queen Arwen. Who may you be?"
The wizard's eyes grew large at this introduction and a slight frown appeared on his face.
"Is that so… Then you are an elf descendant. In this age, yet. How very strange since it is believed that all elves have departed from this land... However, if that is true, then you don't belong here."
He leaned into Tathar, close enough to smell her sweet breath fan across his face.
"Yes I can see it in your eyes; definitely, they have a certain glow to them. Your ears look normal enough though. I wouldn't know what a half breed would look like; it's been too long since I came across an elf. How fascinating."
Taking a moment to gather his thoughts he stepped back and scowled at the slender girl before him.
"You should be with your true people, across the havens. I can help you." he said with an air of solemnity.
Tathar's panicked eyes darted around her looking for any means of escape. Apparently this supposed wizard either didn't take kindly to elves or had an unhealthy attraction to them. Tathar knew she needed to get away before he got any ideas. It was at this moment; tense as it was, that Tathar's friend, Rian, stumbled out of the trees and looked between the half-elf and the wizard. Tathar's mind quickly shouted to herself that she must take flight. She began to shout at Rian to flee.
"Drego Rian! Avo acheno!" Rian began to turn her body towards the woods. Back the way she'd come. She moved slowly, painfully slow. Until Tathar, whose own took legs moved much more assuredly, wrapped her hand around Rian's upper arm and pulled her along. Both girls started running away from the wizard.
Tathar continued to sprint through the woods; Rian right behind her. She could feel the wind and branches brush against her skin leaving deep scratches in their wake. She looked over her shoulder and saw that Rian was starting to slow and that the wizard was gaining on them. She had hoped that he wouldn't pursue them. Tathar had hoped that he would lose interest in them once they'd run away. She had hoped that he was just a crazy old man, a wizard yes, but a mad one.
"Avada Kedavra!"
An eerie green light exploded from the stick he was holding outstretched and hit Rian in the back. Tathar stopped and turned to watch Rian's eyes glaze over and fall to the ground with a loud thud.
"Rian!?!"
Tathar skidded to a stop and ran back to her friend's side. She shook Rian, but there was no response. Rian's eyes were locked in an expression of fear as if that was the last thing she felt before the spell hit her. Tathar dropped down to her knees and wrapped her arms around her friend's body. She kept crying out for Rian to move; that she needed to get up and run. She heard the sound of the wizard's approach and dropped Rian to the floor and scooted back on her knees. She tried to decide whether or not to leave Rian behind, but the wizard had caught up to the pair before she could take any action.
The wizard nearly tripped over Rian's prone body on the floor, he dusted his robes off and stepped towards Tathar, who scurried across the ground. She just couldn't look away from her dear friend's face, cold, and devoid of any signs of life. She was completely horrified. Her mind was almost overtaken by the emotion. Her throat tightened as she tried to keep her tears at bay. Her body prickled all over. Tiny needles picking at her skin as a chill ran through her entire body... When she finally pried her eyes away from Rian's dull blank green eyes to look at the wizard he had a small smirk on his face.
"Don't worry girl, I'm only setting things in order, no use in crying over a useless muggle. Now this won't hurt a bit," he said the word distastefully. He spat out the word as if he couldn't stand to feel it on his tongue.
Muggle, what's a muggle! Why would he call Rian that?
He advanced slowly, treating Tathar as he would a skittish kitten, knowing she might just bolt for the woods at any second. He raised his wand slowly, just a plain polished wooden stick to her eyes, and started to utter an incantation. Tathar couldn't understand those words he was speaking either. For the briefest moment she wondered if maybe it was a dialect from Mordor. If it was then it was surely the blackest of magic. This made her feel even more terrified at what this man would do to her. She couldn't move. Her legs were lead weights and her feet paralyzed. She couldn't will her body to move as much as she tried.
A deep blue color emanated from his wand and hit Tathar on the side of her shoulder, she winced, waiting for the pain to come, but only felt like she was trapped in a whirlwind, a tornado perhaps. Her stomach lurched and she prayed for the spinning to stop, anything to stop the dizziness, but just as she had this very thought she slammed into the ground. She scrunched up her eyes hoping the nausea would pass quickly.
The sounds she heard around her were her first inkling that something was wrong and out of place. It was the sound of many people speaking at once, as if she was in some great hall; although she was still outside. She could still feel a light breeze on her skin. She looked around and noticed that the golden woods that had just surrounded her were cleared. The grass was cropped short and many people were scatted about. The air smelled wrong as well, not as fresh and sweet as she remembered but foul and muggy.
She saw things that her shocked mind could not comprehend. She saw people in strange clothes, women dressed in men's slacks and men wearing bright colored shirts. There were odd pieces of metal and ore moving of their own accord with people seated inside. A couple approached Tathar noticing that she was sprawled on the ground. They thought that maybe she had tripped.
"Are you ok?" an elderly gentleman asked.
A heavy set woman crouched down near…"I think she's fainted, what an odd little thing. Look at what she's wearing, like right out of a movie, don't you think Harold?"
"Yes, dear," clearly his voice was tinged with annoyance at her observation. They'd just found a girl, Tathar briefly thought, who could care how she was dressed. Harold looked up to the heavy set women. "Should we call an ambulance?"
Tathar slowly regained her senses and looked about her. She was in some kind of clearing; it was packed with people, a mass of bodies stretching out before her. She didn't know what to do. Should she ask for help? Ask where she was? What if they would bring her harm, they all looked so strange, in their brightly colored and oddly tailored clothing. She noticed a fringe of trees to the left of her; if she could just reach the trees then she might be able to hide away from view long enough to figure out what to do next. She needed the safety of solitude. The man had said something about an ambulance, she didn't know what that meant; but she didn't want to stick around and find out. She sprang to her feet and dashed toward the trees.
Bent over double she tried frantically to catch her breath. She had a stitch on her side and her legs seemed to be cramping up from all the running. She finally allowed the tears to flow freely. Dropping to the ground with her face in her hands, she sobbed. Sobbed for the friend that she was certain was dead. For all that she'd just experienced. She was sure that she was lost now, never seeing that manner of people before. Their strange appearance puzzled her. Surely she wasn't in Lothlorien anymore.
What did that wizard do to me?
She patted herself down, checking for any injuries, only to find the lacerations on her face and neck from the branches back in Lothlorien. Bits of leaves and debris lodged in her hair. She sighed deeply trying to calm down, her breath shaky. The sound of crunching leaves alerted her to someone else's presence. Her whole body again was rained upon by needle-like prickles. A sense of de ja vu swept over her. Her sanctuary by the edge of the woods was being invaded upon. She spun around searching with wide eyes all around her.
"Ai ennas? Tolo ed!"
A man in similar robes as the cruel wizard stepped forward with his hands outstretched, a polished wooden stick, just as the other, grasped tightly in one hand. This man was younger than the mad wizard back in the forest. He had oily jet black hair, a sharp nose, and black eager eyes. His robes were as black as night, billowing in the breeze. Raising his fingers to his mouth he advanced slowly.
"Shhhhh," he whispered to her with one bony finger raised to his pursed lips
AN: Here is the link to the song "The Council of Elrond Assembles" featuring Enya singing Aniron (Arwen and Aragorn's Theme), Enjoy!
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Translations:
Im gosta = I'm afraid
Tathar = Willow
Rian, Tolo hi! = Rian, Come now!
Suilaid. Pedich Edhellen? = Greetings. Do you speak Elvish?"
Drego Rian! Avo acheno! = Run Rian! Don't look back!
Ai ennas? Tolo ed! = Who's there? Come out!