Title: Faerie Child

Author: Tainted Rose Wings

Warnings: OOCness, violence, angst, language, drama, darkness etc.

Pairings: AragornxArwen (Others are unknown feel free to make suggestions)

Disclaimer: I neither own Harry Potter nor LOTR. All claims go to their prospective owners.

Summary: Waking up in the middle of the forest he doesn't know who he is, where he comes from or what happened to him. All he does know is that he's a child, he's in danger and his ears are pointed. All they know is that Mithrandir needs them to save this boy but upon saving him they get their own shock. What elfling has the ability to shift into a leopard cub and why does he have the family name of a very ancient race of elves that had been lost?

Author's Note: As many have brought to my attention many people refer to the Mirkwood Prince as 'Legolas' and I've recently been writing it as 'Laegolas'. I've seen people write it both ways but if you all feel more comfortable with 'Legolas' I will definitely leave it as such :P Thank you everyone who has reviewed! So happy you all like it so far :) As to set pairings I only have Aragorn and Arwen but I have an idea for another just need to see how the story plays out. Also thanks to all my avid lurkers who followed and favorite the story! Lol you all make this worth it ^_^ Also I want to give a special shout out to Larisya and OlivineW for such great and curious reviews. This does take place Post books and yes Syllith is a bit girl-ish but it's not a completely Elven name that's why. As things go on more will be revealed and hopefully the twist I'll have will be approved by you all.

Chapter 2

When Syllith woke up from his exhausted slumber he was in a soft bed with unfamiliar surrounding but everything was really bright and pretty. He sat still for a moment, just drinking in the beauty of the place before he slipped out of bed, recognizing the fact he was wearing newer clothes. He tilted his head to the side and listened closely, only catching bits and pieces of conversations. Wary of the place he was at and the memories of the night before still fresh in his mind, Syllith peeked around the door into a long hallway trying to find anyone he recognized. Maybe even the pretty guy elf, the one they'd called Legolas. He slowly slipped into the hall and hid behind a column before checking to see if the coast was clear. When he saw no one was coming after him or yelling, he took a few braves steps into the open and went searching for his rescuers. After a few seconds of looking and listening he finally heard a familiar voice speaking Sindarin in one of the rooms.

He peeked around a door to see the four people who'd found him and was about to step in the room when he heard the man's, Aragorn's, next words. "I do not know how this is even possible. The Baequimitore have not lived since the first Great War, before even the time of Isildur and Sauron."

Syllith huddled behind the door and listened to what they spoke about well aware they were talking about him. Nervousness and suspicion were a haze over his mind as he eavesdropped on their conversation. This time it was the woman's, Arwen's, voice that spoke up in answer to her husband. "Many things we had thought were impossible are once again becoming possible. Look at the Return of the Ent Wives and once more we have dragons returning from this land. Lady Galadriel has even gained some power back. Why should it not be possible that a race of elves we had believed to be extinguished were merely in hiding?"

"She has a point Estel. Should we not be talking to the elfling though? Ask him where he came from and how he got there last night?

"Cause your attempt went so well last night, Hîr vuin?" The soft question had a slight protective edge in it and Syllith recognized it as Legolas' and the voice he'd reacted to was Arwen's father, Elrond. "Ada, stop. Leave the child be." (Hîr vuin lit. Most beloved lord/my lord)

"I understand Aragorn's unease. After all, if one of the Baequimitore has returned then there is a chance the courts will come back. No one has ever seen the Seely and UnSeely courts since the massacre. If that happens then that could mean Middle-earth is returning to the old ways."

Legolas' voice was thick with emotion and it hurt Syllith to hear the longing in his voice. The child leaned against the door more heavily to better concentrate on what they were saying, trying to understand what they meant by 'the courts'. However, as he put more weight on the door it swung open causing him to land on the floor with a soft 'oomph' before scrambling up and looking at his feet. Tears already brimming in his eyes at the thought of getting in trouble, they would hurt him now for listening. There was a soft titter, followed by a few chuckles and before he realized it, he was being lifted up and placed on someone's hip. He fidgeted for a second before looking up and meeting grey-blue eyes. Without thinking he laid a hand on his whiskery face and scrunched up his face at the ticklish sensation before starting slightly at the low rumbling laughter that erupted from the man king. He blinked and watched his slightly aged face transform to something younger when he laughed and a small shy smile touched Syllith's lips. Eased slightly he clung to the man's tunic as he walked back to his seat near his wife, Arwen stood by his chair and smiled down at the child. Syllith looked over at Legolas and saw a strange look pass over the elf's features. Without thinking he lifted up his arms towards the pretty elf, a silent request that seemed to light Legolas' features as he leaned forward and took the child from Aragorn's arms. Syllith snuggled into the elf prince's shoulder and sighed as warmth spread through him. He liked Aragorn and Arwen but Legolas felt special for some reason, from the moment he'd first laid eyes on him through the bush something seemed to click. Legolas tightened his arms around the child a little more and sat back in his seat as Aragorn watched on in amusement.

"Were you listening long, ion?" Syllith blushed lightly at Aragorn's amusedly curious question before speaking softly. "Only since you began to speak of how some kind of elves haven't been alive since before a war."

"That's right. You said you family name was Baequimitore, correct?" The child burrowed deeper into Legolas' safe arms at Elrond's question and peeked up at him shyly. "Yes. That's what he said my name was."

Aragon and Arwen looked at each other in confusion before she came forward patting his head and he sighed in contentment. He never had so many people be nice to him at least it felt as though he'd never had so many people be nice to him. His sigh came out almost like a purr as he relaxed even more before she asked, "Who is 'he' little one?"

Syllith's face scrunched up as he tried to recall, bringing up the memory of the scared sounding voice. When his eyes glazed over and another memory surfaced. . "You are Syllith Baequimitore now. You must go to either Mirkwood or Rivendell. There will be people there who will help you. You cannot stay here any longer, ion. You must go."

"Bu-But! I won't leave you! You are Nana's brother, the last person who is family! I won't abandon you!"

"Syllith! You are all that is left! You are the last link, be it as weak as it's gotten. Go! I will find you!"

"No!"

"This is no time for your hero complex to kick in. You are no longer Harry Potter!"

Syllith shuddered as the memory ended but still he could see no face but now he had another name to ponder, Harry Potter. Did he have two names? Why? The child looked up at Arwen in confusion before speaking. "Why do I have two names? Uncle called me by another name when he was trying to get me to go and I sounded different."

Arwen looked at the three men before kneeling infront of Syllith. "The family line you come from, little one, always had two names because one was there true name and so it had more power. Do you know which your true name is?"

Syllith gave her a thoughtful look before he said softly, "The other one. H-"

"Don't say it." The child flinched at the sharp tone in Elrond's voice and hid his face in Legolas' shoulder. He missed the three looks shot at the Rivendell Lord in the process. "What he means, little one, is that it is best if you keep that name secret and not tell anyone."

Syllith looked at Aragorn and nodded his head somberly. The King smiled warmly at the child and was rewarded with a shy smile in return. "Syl, do you remember where you lived before you go here? Or how you got here?" (Syl lit. Faerie)

Emerald eyes looked into blue and the child ducked his head shyly. "No. Only that I lived really, really far and that uncle sent me here."

Everyone was quiet for a moment before Syllith was passed on to Arwen whose face he watched closely. Without thinking he asked, "Are you really an elf? You glow like you're an angel."

This got a pleased blush from the woman and a few chuckles from the men. She nuzzled his cheek in an affectionately motherly way and for a moment he remembered another woman doing that to him. He wrapped his arms around Arwen's neck and laid his head down on her shoulder just as his stomach growled. He blushed lightly causing them to laugh outright. "Come little one. Let us get you something to eat, yes?"

Syllith looked at Aragorn and smiled, stretching out his arms and happily relaxing into the older man's hold. The adults switched to common language and the child relaxed in the arms that carried him as he looked around Rivendell. His eyes rested on Legolas and he watched his expressionless face yet his passionate body language before laughter filled the halls. Syllith wiggled up Aragorn' grip and looked over his shoulder, watching as more elves appeared. Someone patted his head tenderly and he looked at Arwen as she smiled at him. As though to mimic her he laid his hand gently on her head and she watched him for a moment, puzzled by the solemn look on his face and the warmth that seemed to fill her before he looked down at her belly. "I hope he grows up big and strong like you and Aragorn."

There was a quiet unease that filled them all at the child's words before Arwen asked, "You know?"

Syllith looked at her curiously, "Don't you?"

A slow smile touched Arwen's lips and she took him from Aragorn's arms. He was slightly surprised when she held him tightly to her. He blinked before returning the hug and resting against her shoulder. "You are the first of many gifts to bless us, Syllith."

The child looked at Elrond and smiled warmly even though he didn't really understand what the high elf meant. However, all serious thoughts flew out his head when he was treated to a feast. The grown-ups laughed and rejoiced when Syllith's face lit up and for the first time he looked genuinely happy. They spoke quietly as Syllith ate, stopping only when he asked them a question or spoke quietly. Legolas glanced at Syllith when he noticed a lull in the child's voice, only to see him dozing lightly in his seat. The prince smiled and got up, picking up the child and feeling warmth fill him when Syllith curled closer in his embrace. He looked up at the other three in the room and said softly, "I will put him to bed. He has tired himself out already."

Arwen and Aragorn nodded, soft smiles on their faces while Elrond waved a hand distractedly as he wrote something down on a piece of parchment an elf had brought over. With a soft chuckle the elf prince slowly walked towards the sleeping chambers that Elrond had carefully picked out for the little elfling. He couldn't help but lose himself in thought as he walked with the child, looking down at Syllith's innocent face with awe. Even his first name spoke of his heritage, half elven and half fey but equal parts beautiful. He still remembered the stories his father used to tell him of an ancient race of elves that had married into the fey court, a court that hadn't existed since the Valar first blessed the land and Sauron's master first betrayed the Valar. It had been the first thing Sauron's master had set to destroying and had succeeded with terrible consequences. When the fey courts had left, they took the very essence of Middle-Earth with them and with the Baequimitore's death, the fey would never return. Syllith's name was a show that he was part of that heritage, his first name being part Elven and part Fey. He recalled his father saying that the Baequimitores had ruled a section of the land close to Rivendell where a large lake was located in the center of their territories. His father had spoken of grand parties during more peaceful times and Legolas had an inkling that the child in his hands might just be their little prince. He had no doubt that with the return of this child the Fey would come back to claim him.

For some reason the thought of someone, even the child's kin, taking him greatly caused him pain. As though sensing Legolas' unrest, the child murmured softly and cuddled closer to the elf prince and he smiled at the child. He looked up just in time to stop in front of the child's room door, maneuvering the small body in his arms he opened said door. It was a beautiful room and Elrond had chosen smartly in his opinion. The room itself seemed to be a part of nature as white oak and leaves wound themselves around the room, little round lights hung around like will-o-wisps and the room had enough space to serve as both bedroom and playroom. Legolas gently laid the child down onto the soft white oak bed and for a second Syllith's eyes opened to look at him. Warm but sleepy emerald eyes looked at him with a soft smile before drifting off once again. Legolas sat by the bed for a few moments to watch the child sleep before slipping out of the room quietly.

Legolas found Aragorn, Arwen and Elrond in the council room and he sat down with a soft sigh when Aragorn looked at him expectedly. However, it was Elrond that spoke first as he said. "I think we can all be sure that he is infact one of the old ones. However, for him to be but a child means there are others or at least were others. How could Mithrandir keep this from us?"

"Maybe he did not know until recently?" Arwen suggested softly as she stood near her husband who wore a thoughtful expression. Legolas watched him carefully before he spoke his thoughts aloud, "It wouldn't be a surprise if the child was part of the Royal family and that is why Mithrandir was so insistent upon us getting the child."

"If all this is true…Where are his kin? Where have they been hiding all these years and why have the courts not returned? Why was he left to fend for himself?" Aragorn's voice was thick with feeling. He too had heard tales of what the land used to be like when the old ones had existed in Middle-Earth and desired for the old ways to return before the chaos of war struck. They were all quiet for a time before Elrond spoke again. "I have sent word to Gandalf. Let us hope he comes in time to explain everything to us."

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Syllith looked into the crystal clear water with wonder as he watched the fish come towards the surface with curiosity. He giggled when they scattered at the light touch he gave the water, just as a shadow loomed over him. He flinched and curled up into a ball as fear surged strongly through him but at the voice that spoke that fear vanished instantly. "Ion let us get you some new clothes."

The child glanced up at Aragorn's blue-gray eyes and meekly stretched his arms out in a silent request to be held. The king smiled softly as he reached down for the child, knowing he'd frightened the child accidently and was seeking some form of comfort. It had been two days since they'd found the boy and while he'd warmed up to them significantly he was still very skittish. Not only that but they'd begun to notice the child could do little things that no regular elf could do. Little acts of what they felt were Istari magic yet a focus was not needed. He'd float a piece of bread to him, create a new toy from a rock or even create balls of light when it got too dark for his liking. It had amazed them when he'd first started using this strange magic and at first Syllith thought he would get in trouble but they watched him in wonder. Elrond had begun educating him on Middle-Earth and his heritage while Aragorn and Arwen told him stories but it was Legolas that he loved being around most. The elf always found time to play with him and teach him archery as well as swordsmanship.

The man king smiled slightly when one night he was setting the child into bed and they were speaking softly about his day. He'd revealed that he'd begun to see them as family a little with Aragorn being like the Ada, Arwen the Nana, Elrond being a mix of Teacher and Papa but when Aragorn asked about Legolas the child had revealed that Legolas was 'other'. When Aragorn had tried to get him to explain Syllith merely said that Legolas was special and so he was 'other'. His thoughts were brought out of the memory when Syllith jerked to the side and Aragorn saw he had lunged for a butterfly that was fluttering nearby. Aragorn chuckled and gently brought the child's hands down causing solemn emerald eyes to his. "They're pretty aren't they? Unfortunately, it's best not to catch them or else they won't fly anymore."

Syllith looked at him blankly for a second before looking back at the butterfly and nodding his head slowly in understanding. Syllith blinked slowly before laying his head on Aragorn's shoulder, the king laid his cheek against the child's head and hummed softly. He was content with how well the past two days had gone but he should have known things would not remain that way when suddenly another elf rushed over to them. He felt Syllith stiffen and hide his face in the king's shoulder as he murmured soothing words to the child. "Lord Elrond requests you and the child to meet him in the Council room as Gandalf has arrived."

Aragorn felt the child shiver and frowned but nodded his head, thanking the elf who glanced at Syllith with a wistful look before hurrying off. Sighing softly, Aragorn changed directions and said softly to the child, "We're going to meet an old friend now. Maybe he can help us a bit, okay?"

Syllith looked up at him and searched his face before slowly nodding his head in agreement. "Okay. I'll try to be good."

Aragorn lightly kissed the child's brow and Syllith giggled at the feel of the king's beard on his skin. Aragorn let a hearty laugh pass his lips and began to tickle the child's sides, getting peals of squealing laughter from him and causing his spirit to rise as he walked.

To be continued…