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Chapter 3

Harry had a perturbed sleep. He was disturbed by terrible dreams, dreams involving Sirius, Cedric, Lupin, and more about Hermione, Ron and Ginny, his Ginny. He woke up with a jolt when he saw the faces of the red head twins, Fred and George Weasly. They were very funny and made others around them very happy. He could not imagine how George is going to live at the loss of his other half, Fred. He was filled with sorrow and started wailing for them. He sat up on the bed and started crying his heart out for George. This time, he didn't felt silly to cry. He heard a song, a slow, melodious and soothing song that eased up his heart as he cried. He cried and let his emotions drain out of him. It felt easy for him now, to let go of his emotions and falling to the song, he felt asleep. He looked at the figure singing the song. It was the woman, who cradled him previously. He felt thankful for her and said "Thank you". He felt comfortable to cry before her. He felt safe and secure in her presence. He slept soundly.

"The song was beautiful, sister", Elladan complimented. "Thank you brother. The child woke up crying. He should have got a bad dream. So I sung him a lullaby." Arwen said. "It was the same song mother used to sing for us." Elrohir recollected. "From the moment I found the child, I cannot side the memories of mother" he continued. The siblings shared the same feeling.

"The kid speaks strange tongue though" Elladan stated after sometime to drag back his twin brother and sister from the gloomy thoughts of their mother's suffering. "One that is not heard of. He seems Dunedain, but to me he seems more." Arwen said. "Do you think he is some relative of Estel?" Elladan said. Arwen was silent. The kid seemed to be with completely different from Aragorn's legacy. But her heart pounded at that remark of her brothers. Is Aragorn safe? He would die before he let the orcs lay their hand on such a young boy. Had this child been of their company? Are they seriously outnumbered and all perished? It had been a little while since she saw Aragorn. She could not stay there and hastened to her father. The peaceful halls of Rivendell and the beautiful walkways now seemed troublesome to her. She rushed to her father and found him in his reading rooms. He was busy studying old scrolls and maps. Arwen approached and said slowly, "Father!". Elrond looked up to see his perturbed daughter. He moved towards her and asked her "What happened my child, Why are you worried?" Arwen sadly said, "Father! If the child happens to be of Aragorn's company," and she could say no more. Her father understood her concern. Estel was his child too. He had brought him up. He consoled her, "Aragorn is now far south, looking after his mother. The company of orcs were from east and should be coming from eastern mountains. Aragorn is not concerned with the child." Arwen satisfied with the answer settled down. Elrond made a pathetic smile. "Aragorn is a mortal. He will be dead, either in war or by slow decay of time. I don't want you to suffer the same fate." He could not say more. He still had not coped up with the loss of his wife centuries back. He is not ready to loose his daughter too. He had treated Estel as his own son and the faster he grew, he was constantly remained of his mortality. Related by blood with more than sixty generations of blood line, Estel was more his son. It was strange that his daughter fell in love with Estel, following her great grand mothers legacy to Luthien. He had no control over whom his daughter choose to share her life with, but choosing such a short life was causing him tremendous grief. Arwen remained silent. The issue had already been discussed.

Harry slowly woke up. Elladan was pleased to see the child looked a bit fresh. His hand and bruises require more care. But the kid is showing signs of recovery. Harry yawned and rubbed his eyes open. It was not his habit, but in this form, he has no much control over his actions. He could not remember if he behaved so in his childhood. He looked around and found one of the radiant persons sitting by his bed. Harry looked at him and not knowing what to do, wished him good morning. It is evident that the person could not understand what he said and so he remained calm. Soon, others appeared around him and they washed him. He had requested it was not necessary and he could clean himself, but he could not convey them that. He was embarrassed on getting cleaned up. He was at madam Pomfrey every year of his student life and hence he is no one new to hospitalization. But cleaning himself was no big deal there. A simple spell would do the task. But now, he knows he is an adult and though he is in a child form, he could not allow others to clean him. Not knowing how to react to the abashment he started crying out. He felt silly now, to cry in front of some strange people, who are very helpful though, just because he could not tell them how he feels.

The healers understood the child's cries as his outflow of his fears for the times with the orcs. They pitied him imagining how harshly he should have been treated. This was the time Harry could look at his body. It was not like the form of Voldemort. He really was in a child's body. His fingers, toes, legs, hands, abdomen all looked alright, though different from his childhood images of himself. He now felt his ears with his left hand and could still find that round. It is not pointed like the persons surrounding him. He wished he could see his reflection in a mirror. He was not feeling comfortable and it felt like being inside some other being. But all his actions, mannerisms were being perfectly executed, like his own body. He felt the same connection, no difference in his body, except that he felt reduced in age. He began to understand that he had not shrunk, but returned to his childhood. He was dressed up in bandages all around his body and was finally covered in white robes. There were few places that were not covered with bandages. Then the healers tried to feed him. Harry protested, he fought to eat his food himself. Though it was erratic, fighting off the people trying to help and save you, but he could not let himself be further embarrassed.

Elladan told the healers, "He is not trusting us. He is still portraying the same behavior he had shown the orcs. It is evident he fought off the orcs when they tried to feed him foul food." They were proud of is behavior but he could not help but contemplate why orcs tried to feed him instead of killing him. What is so special about the kid?

Arwen returned to look for the child and found him fighting off the healers trying to feed him. She took the food bowl from the healers and sat beside him. Harry stopped fighting and looked at her with a blank expression. She started singing and slowly started feeding the child. Harry obeyed her like a little child and he felt nothing to abash in his actions. Elladan and the healers looked satisfied when the kid finally ate. Arwen cradled for a moment and harry burped after that. Everybody laughed and not knowing why he is doing so, Harry laughed too. It felt very long since he laughed heartily. Then he remembered his friends and his family, Hogwarts. Sadness made its way into him and he remained sad. Arwen looking this, lifted him and took him to the garden and started speaking with him. She took him towards each flower and told its name, explained him its fragrance. Harry had remained silent listening to her all the way and was very much distracted from his sadness on seeing colourful flowers. He was looking at the flowers when a group of butterflies flew off them. Harry looked in amazement the scene and clasped his mouth. He laughed loud when a butterfly landed on his cheeks. Arwen pointed at the flower and told its name and Harry repeated it. Arwen then pointed the butterfly and said "Gwilwileth". Harry repeated it.'Funy name for a butterfly!'. Arwen then pointed herself and said, "Arwen" and harry recognized her as Arwen. She then pointed him and remained silent. Harry identified she is asking him to name himself, replied, "Harry". He felt some how intimate to exclude his family name, as in formal occasions. "Harry" Arwen repeated and Harry nodded. They spent some time in the garden and returned back when Harry started yawning. She tucked him to bed, covered him in blanket and kissed on his forehead. She felt happy that the kid is happy. She then proceeded to her father and brothers.

Elrond was in his study discussing issues with Glorfindel, the great elvish warrior and Erestor, his wise council. Arwen and Elladan entered the room cautiously not to disturb them and after sometime, Elladan said, "Father!", waiting for his permission to speak. Elrohir was sent back on guard duties now. Elrond replied, "What is it my child!".

"Father, I want to speak with you about the child." Elladan said looking at Glorfindel and Erestor. "Feel free to speak, Elladan" Elrond replied.

"When tried to be fed, the kid fought back. Though it is a good sign that he fights off, I think he is behaving more in the way he dealt orcs. But I could not understand why the orcs tried to feed him, instead of killing him. Why is the kid special?" Elladan spoke.

All the members remained silent for a while and did not know how to proceed. Then Elrond looked at his daughter and asked, "What do you want to say, Arwen." Arwen replied, "I found out the kid's name is HARRY."

"Harry! I could not think of any Dunedain naming his child like that. It is more like a pet name, a name his people called him rather than his real name." Erestor replied.

Just then a messenger appeared before Elrond and on giving the consent, he said, "A message from the Northern Rangers my Lord!" and gave the scroll containing the message to his lord and stood out. Elrond read the message and looked sadly toward his children. Arwen could hear her own heart beats. He slowly said, "Gilraen passed away. Estel had just sent this." "Oh Estel must be so bereaved." Elladan said sorrowfully. Arwen was feeling uncomfortable. She is happy that Aragorn is safe and on the other hand, she is mourning on the loss of Aragorn's mother. She was not acquainted with her yet and there is now no possibility to meet her. The elves proceeded to pay respect to her in their sanctity. Elrond knew that she was quite a strong independent woman who spent most of her life, after her husband Arathorn passed away when Estel was just two years old, mourning for her husband. He still remember her words when she gave Aragorn in his foster care. "I am giving hope for the Dunadain, yet I keep none for myself." She too was against the union of Arwen and Aragorn, for two reasons. She knew, that if the marriage happens, Arwen has to suffer the same fate as hers, living in grief and mourning for her husband as Aragorn is mortal and no matter he would live longer than normal men, but still is destined to die. The other reason, that Aragorn would loose the aid of elves on this issue. It is true that when they first knew it, they were uncomfortable but they had already seen that. And Arwen had just followed her mother side lineage. Estel is his son, and no matter what happens, he would remain the same. He could never think bad about the brave little boy who went to honour his duty as the chieftain of the northern rangers, the duty of is father. He would always like the boy. That is the reason he had accepted for the marriage, on only condition that he should be the king, either of Arnor or Gondor. For Arwen could not sacrifice her immortality for no less man. That would be his motivation, to take what is rightfully his.

He had sent word for Aragorn to come to Imlardis. His son needs him now. He has to cope up with the loss of his mother. He had not spent much time with her, he was with him as a child and with the rangers the rest. He holds very few moments with his mother. But a mother is a very important person to anybody, elf or man. Also, he could talk about the child with him. As the chieftain, he would have knowledge of the remaining rangers and could possibly detect the child's parents. He could not help but think if there were any other children in the orc holdings.

The day was spent and harry didn't wake up the entire day. The next day, he was looking over the healers removing the bandages of the child. His keen eyes observed that the child's body has several wounds and burns and the greenish eyes bore a lot of sadness. But still, there is little cheer in him. The arm requires some more time to be mended. It is amazing to see the child resisting pain when the healers were dressing. Estel made a lot of fuss when he had to be sent to healers for his training wounds. They would have to hold him, talk to him and console him a lot to be medicated, at that age. But this child seems to withstand pain and discomfort. The child looked back and said something to them. His way meaning it was more of a greeting than a complaint. The chief healer nodded his head and thought of arranging the boy lessons to speak. Arwen was at the boys side the entire time. The kid was behaving well in her presence. Women has a way with dealing kids.

Harry had recouped well and most of his wounds have been tended. He could sense elvish magic working on him. The potions and treatment is mixed with magic and is helping him to heal quickly, though his arm still needed to be bandaged. It had been ten days since he had opened his eyes and he learned the names of his tenders. Arwen Undomiel, Elladan, Elrohir, their father whom they referred to as Ada, is the lord of the land they called Imlardis. He spent much of his time sleeping and Arwen would feed him, Elladan takes him to the garden. He could not avoid thinking of how he ended in such a body, what happened back home. He began thinking he has gone mad and now is at st. Mangos. But the air and magic around him are making him feel he is very real and perfectly sane. He thought it could be a dream, Dreams don't long for days and doesn't have sleeping episodes. Who dreams of sleeping, while already sleeping? The ambiance around him saying everything is real. He could not understand what to consider reality and what is a dream. His dream were mostly haunted by Voldemort and the suffering of his friends whom he considered family.

It was then he saw Bilbo Baggins, the old hobbit. The hobbit was very much relieved to see the kid alive and recovering. Harry's green eyes enlarged in wonder as he saw a very short old man, not even four feet tall. He was very old and had a kind look on his face. His hair white and curly, short legs with excessive hair and feet, much larger than what should normally be for such petite person. He had pointed ears like elves though. He thought he was dreaming. He should be imagining things. He, thinking so, touched the nose of the old man and plucked it. The old man laughed loudly. Not anticipating that, harry hid back in his covers and looked out if the old man felt bad of his act. He is thinking he should be angry but things are not working the way he imagined. So it should be real. Everybody thought it was cute. All he could do is to stay calm and allow others to take his care and to his amusement, he began liking it. He felt ashamed for being such a burden to others, who doesn't know him and feeding on their hospitality seemed much more of a sin without knowing how to pay back. He had not yet learned their language to communicate, doesn't know the culture and the way people worked around. These thoughts were making him restless. So he got out of the bed and tried to walk out Arwen followed him looking amused. He knew his strides are little but he wanted to see things around and learn more of the place. He began looking around and Arwen thought he was looking to be lifted and she lifted him, securing him over her hip. Harry looked bemused and could not speak. Arwen smiled at him and thinking he was tired of staying in the room and wanted some air, began walking across the rooms towards open gardens. Harry was awestruck with the architecture of the place and Arwen could see the amazement gleaming in his green eyes. She had never saw eyes like these. Eyes were black, hazel or blue. She had heard of the red eye of Souron from her father but green eyes, she had never heard of them. And, the boy looked wonderful in green eyes. She looked at him carefully and was happy to find most of the wounds subsided and he has a few scars. But one scar caught her attention. It was odd. It was not like a normal gash or cut. It was different and she could not imagine how he had made that on his forehead. It seemed old. While she was examining it, Harry wanted to say about the scar, but kept silent as he knew he cannot convey it. Just then Arwen heard about Aragorn's entry into Rivendell and hurried towards the main halls, with Harry still in her arms.

She could see Aragorn talking to her father and remained there silently. She was happy to see him uninjured. Harry was looking at the surroundings while Arwen was hurrying to the halls and when they stopped he looked back at Arwen and could see the happiness and contentment in her eyes. He looked at what had caused her that and found a young man, a MAN, though looking untidy and rough and weary. He was happy to learn that there is another person who could be a man. He waved at him with his left hand. Seeing Harry waving his hand, Elrond directed Aragorn to Harry, saying "So the boy knows who you are", with a smile. Aragorn looked at Arwen and the boy in her arms. He is a toddler, no more than five or six years and he was bandaged. Who is this man child and how he ended up here? Did he lost his way exploring the woods and got hurt when searching back his parents? But there were no human settlements nearby and elves don't travel far from their place. He looked at Elrond questioningly. Elrond, seeing the questioning looks in Aragorn's face let out a deep breath and said calmly, "Elrohir found the boy, beaten in an orc camp in the south east, from the mountains and through the forest. He was brought here and nursed him to health. He is a Dunedain and we thought you could tell more about him." On listening he was a Dunedain, Aragorn stared at Elrond in a shock and back at the boy. The rangers were few and were all scattered on the middle earth between the northern kingdom and the way south. Children were carefully guarded and if orcs had laid their hands on a child it only meant the entire company of rangers, his family had perished. Elrond continued "Looking at the robes he was wrapped in, we could say he was from a decent upbringing and thought him to be northern rangers. But he speaks in strange tongue. A tongue I have never heard. It appears like mere babbling, but the boy seems to effortlessly speak it out." Aragorn nodded his head and said, "When the kingdom was sacked, a few of the nobles traveled north. They traveled far and there was little knowledge about them. But the orcs were coming from south east. If the boy is from the nobles of extreme North, Orcs would have been taking him somewhere. It is odd that orcs carry a child that long without killing him." Aragorn then proceeded towards Arwen. Arwen stepped forward and said, "I have heard the news. I am sorry for your loss." They looked into each others eyes and then Aragorn said, "I had not spent much time with her. But was lucky to be with her in her last days". Then he looked at the boy in Arwen's hands. The boy was looking at him. Harry was happy to see a man, but began feeling shy when he approached him. He tried to hid back for some unknown reason. Why he was feeling so shy to meet a stranger? Seeing this, "He is scared of me." Aragorn said. Harry didn't speak anything and when one of the maids tried to grab the boy from Arwen, Harry protested and screamed. When Arwen laughed, he looked ashamed and went along the maid. However, he didn't allow the maid to lift him up. He liked walking down the paths and started exploring the halls. He saw a man after all. So there are normal people. But the man's dressing was different altogether. It looked so medieval. If Ron has saw that, he would be glad to clad his robes. The man had a sword hanging down and so did most of the guards here. What kind of place is this? He strode down the halls and began thinking of what kind of place this is. On one hand, there are glorious pointed eared ones and on the other hand, there is a man in medieval costume. All of the guards had different types of swords and spheres. What kind of people are they? They are definitely kind for they are hosting an unknown person, though he looks and acts like a child. Once again he was troubled why is he in this form. He then remembered the presence of some Angelic beings around him through the fall in abyss. They said, 'not in this form'. Were they really Angels? Had they turned him into a child and threw him in this place. This place and people seem so different that he could swear no one in the world are like them. So is he in a different world? He knew muggle and magical worlds existed side by side, but this is not the case. He could feel it is magical, but the magic was different. So he is definitely not in the place where he could have any association with. He surely is in another world, in an another form. He felt aghast and slowly recovered form that. He felt tired and wanted to sleep. He is getting tired too quickly and he was tired of that. He began walking through the rooms and lost his way. He began roaming down the halls, with good people following him. His tiredness overcame his curiosity and he fell asleep on the cool floor. He didn't know when he was taken back to bed.