Chapter 2- Nilmonya
Sara gently strolled along the cobbles of Diagon Alley, she nonchalantly glanced at the productively proud children skipping and gasping at the very nature of their surroundings. She sighed; she had never counted her son among them. All Aiden seemed to aspire to do was increase his competence, she remembered his first word had been 'macil'; she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something seriously wrong with him.
"Sara!" Sara smiled graciously at the bubbly essence of Molly Weasley.
"Hello Molly." Sara tried her best to not let the disappointment at Aiden's absence leak into her words.
"Where's Aiden, is he looking around the shops?" Molly grinned excitedly. Sara took a breath; she had dreaded this question ever since her son had declared that he never wanted to leave the house.
"He's not here, and incredibly stubborn." Sara tried to let her words come out as thinly layered as possible, but she couldn't help the slight crack in her steady tone.
Molly's eyes glinted intuitively, "Oh, that's a shame, I was looking forward to introducing him to Ronald, they're both going to start Hogwarts soon and he's rather worried about it, I thought perhaps they could help each other get through the first nerves." Molly spoke the last words in a warm tone, despite her mutual disappointment; nothing could ever fully shadow her benevolence.
Sara stared at Molly with strained eyes; oh dear, Aiden would have to be around other children soon, she felt a slightly skewed empathy for Ronald Weasley if her son were going to be his helper, the only thing that never seemed to pass through Aiden's fiery mind was altruism.
"Um… I'm not sure he would be the best choice." Sara stretched the sides of her mouth in an attempted smile.
"Why not? I'm sure he's as kind- hearted as you my dear." Molly furrowed her brow pitifully.
Sara sighed.
I really wish.
Fëanor sat at his desk, occasionally glancing at the scribbled drawing on the table, but his mind was in Arda. He always wondered what happened after he came here, he was not meant to leave the world as men did, what had Nienna done?
He was dragged out of his trance to the sound of a gentle fluttering of wings, he gazed out of the window of the Surrey town-house he lived in, a inquisitive owl was perched on the windowsill gently pecking at the glass.
"Nilmo!" Fëanor enthusiastically un-hooked the lock and gazed at his beloved friend, although all the men in this world made his mind race with confusion, the rest of the creatures were quite beautiful.
The owl fluttered in and dropped a red wax sealed envelope on the ground before perching on Fëanor's shoulder.
" Mana tanya Nilmo?" Fëanor had taught his friend Quenya when they both had young bodies, it helped retain his first tongue instead of confusing it with the incredibly confusing language of this place.
Nilmo swooped down and intelligently plucked the seal free, revealing a neatly folded piece of parchment. Fëanor crouched to the floor skeptically his penetrating gaze inspecting the surprise letter.
He gracefully plucked the letter from the envelope and unfolded it.
Fëanor grinned smugly; his ticket to the advantage against Morgoth, for the letter was his invitation to Hogwarts, the school his parents had talked about throughout the whole of his time in that world.
"Hiruvanyë Melkor, Nilmo." Fëanor felt that familiar arcane fire rise from his heart, the fire that distinguished him from the rest of this world. He smiled madly at Nilmo, who merely ruffled his wings.
Author's note
I apologize if my Quenya grammar isn't perfect, I'm still learning, but here are the translations for the Quenya in this chapter (this is what I wanted them to say):
Nilmonya- My Friend, Nilmo- Friend, Macil- sword, Mana tanya?- What is that?, Hiruvanyë- I will find (btw if it's wrong please PM me and tell me the corrections if you know more than my limited Quenya vocabulary)
