AN: Thanks so much to everyone who has favorited and reviewed this story, especially williamsangel88, wolfawaken,Soldier2000, and jau0062 for being the first reviewers to this story. Hopefully you all will like where I take it. I have done a fair amount of research for this story, if I screw up any of the Elvish well languages aren't my thing but I'm trying! Canon will, obviously, not always be followed but it will be fun nonetheless!

Chapter One

5 years later on Middle Earth

"Papa, papa!" A young, exhuberant boy burst into the cottage yelling at the top of his lungs. "Come see what atar and I caught for supper." He grabbed his papa's hand and pulled the tall, unresisting man behind him. The boy's jade green eyes sparled with mischief as he regaled his papa with the tale of how his atar had been so focused on something he alone could see that the large fish he had hooked had caught him off guard and he had nearly tipped into the river. Atar, when they reached him, was not nearly as amused as his mate or their son.

"Venno," came an aggrieved voice. "Your son is in major trouble."

"Onya? Why is he onya when you are upset ninya melindo?"

The boy in question giggled. "Papa, atar is mad because maybe the lingwe did not pull him down alone. Am I an Istari papa?" The two men in sea blue robes stared at their son with wide eyes.

"Onya, I think it is time atya and I had a bit of a chat with you."

"Later, after supper melindo, yon needs to eat, he is still a growing boy after all." The cheer that greeted that statement caused both men to laugh, though it was a bit strained with the knowledge of what was to come.

After a meal of baked fish and potatoes the small family settled before the fire. "Onya," the taller began, "it is time you learned some things. I have to say that atya and I do not know if you an Istar, the singular for Istari my boy. We found you in the wild five years ago. But, we suspect you not only are an Istar but also that you are the one whose coming has been foretold. We found you on the night of the Shooting Stars. It is said that one will fall to Middle Earth in a flash of light and without his aid Middle Earth will fall. There is more, but now is not the time for that. You have always know us as atar and papa, but we have other names. The men of Middle Earth call us Ithryn Luin. Or, individually, we are known as Alatar," he indicated himself, "and Pallando," he waved to his husband.

"We were sent here by the Valar in the 2nd Age to combat the forces of Sauron. And, until the last five years we have worked exclusively to this goal for ages of men." He sighed here. "Alas, evil walks strong in this world and we have had our work cut out for us keeping to a minimum the forces Sauron gains from these Eastern Lands. But we have gotten off topic. Sort of. In the last few years there have been stirrings among the dark ones. I think Sauron may be coming back and that you, my darling son, are going to be needed to defeat him."

At this point Pallando entered the conversation for the first time. "Holaleimas you are quiet. What have you to say?" The gentle teasing in his voice as he uttered his nickname for his son seemed to break a sort of dam in the boy.

"I'm adopted? But I thought I was your yon? How . . . why?" He looked between the men with tears brimming in his eyes. "I don't understand."

Alatar knelt before the confused boy. "Raumoquildeo, as your fathers name proclaims Sirdaugion. You are now, and forever, our son. But we did not beget you. Somewhere you have another atar and an ontaril. But, if you are the one of the prophecy then I am afraid they are dead. Pallando and I love you no less for not being those who begat you. You are the son of our hearts. We don't tell you this to hurt you but to begin to prepare you. Maia or not you have the powers of an Istar. We must train you to use them. And when the time comes, we will have to let you go to fulfill your destiny."

"Train me? Will I be able to do all the neat stuff you and atar can do?"

"Perhaps my boy. We will have to see what you have a knack for. And how powerful you are."

"When can we start?" Excitement filled Raumoquildeo's voice.

"Tomorrow maquetimao. Will that be soon enough my curious one?"

Translations:

Atar: Father

Venno: Husband

Onya: my son

Ninya melindo: two parts: ninya possessive my; melindo male lover

Lingwe: fish

Atya: your father or daddy

Yon: son

Ithryn Luin: The Blue Wizards

Holaleimao: apt to babble

Raumoquildeo: quiet storm

Sirdaugion: a mash up of the translations of the meanings of Alatar and Pallando; roughly something alone the lines of son of warrior and ruler

Ontaril: mother

Maia: spirits descended to help the Valar shape the world

Maquetimao: curious