CHAPTER 1
"Grandmother? I am home." Arwen Undomiel yelled up the stairs at 5 Priviet
Drive. She had just gotten back from her trip to Imildras where she had been teaching
several valor elves in the abandoned city.
Arwen is best described as the fairest most beautiful elf since her great great great
grandmother Luthien, and her great grandmother Arwen Eveningstar, for whom she was
named after. Much to her father's pleasure, Arwen had her mother's beautiful face and her
father's dark black hair. Her eyes sparkled no matter what light she was in. Her skin
shimmered like the snow when the sun was at the highest point in the sky.
"I am upstairs Arwen." Arabella yelled back. Arwen walked up the stairs and saw
her grandmother searching through a trunk at the end of her bed.
"What are you doing Nalamdi*"
"I am looking for something Undomiel." She said.
"You received an owl from your father yesterday. It is in your bedroom. I will be
leaving tomorrow for Lothlorien. " She said somewhat distracted.
"Lothlorien? But Nalamdi, you have not been to Lothlorien since I have been born."
She stated, wondering what was going on.
"Certain events have occurred while you were away." She said still distant.
"What is going on?" Arwen asked more urgently.
"I am sure you will find out when you read your letter from your father." With that
Arwen walked to her room and saw a piece of sealed parchment lying on her bed with her
elven name written on the front.
Arewen
Before she opened the letter she thought about the time she spent with her father.
Every summer she would go to Hogwarts and meet her father for the summer holiday.
Some summers, before Voldermort's impending threat he would take her to Imildras and
they would spend days walking through the beautiful forests and streams. They would
ride their horses and he would tell her stories of her mother. Her heart broke every time
she would find her father at her mother's grave, talking to her ghost.
Her mind drifted back to one day in particularÉ
"Deilaina you should see her, she looks so much like you. Everyday she grows in
to the beautiful elf I always knew she would be. Eru! I wish you were here with me. I
have failed you." Severus started to cry.
"Why didn't I see it, why couldn't I stop it!" He yelled in despair. Arwen was
behind a tree listening to him. If there were one thing that she would give her father it
would be to bring back her mother. She wanted her father to be happy more than
anything in the world.
Arwen returned her mind to her room and opened the letter.
My dearest Undomiel,
I know that it has been many moons since I have written you, but over the last
month many events have occurred. Voldermort has indeed returned, Harry Potter has
miraculously escaped him yet again. The Ministry is denying the Dark Lord's return,
which has caused a rift in our alliances.
Your grandmother is being called to Lothlorien to gather her kin, and prepare for a
war. While she is gone I must ask you to watch over Mr. Potter and see that no harm
befalls him. He is the last of the Noldorien, and he must survive, and bring his people
together. You know of what I speak of.
I will be traveling to Imildras next week, and gathering a council. War is coming
and we must all prepare. I am asking you to join me there in August. I await your arrival.
You are and always remain my Meleth-nin*."
Adar*
"Nalamdi! Is this true? Is Voldermort back, truly?" Arwen shouted.
"Yes, Remus Lupin has already paid me a visit at the end of May. After some
convincing on his part I realize that we must prepare ourselves, I must speak with
Celeborn and Glorfindel, perhaps we can call the valor to Imildras." She said with some
sadness.
"One thousand years I have walked this earth and still we must deal with the
darkness of the Noldorien." Arabella stated.
"But Harry Potter is the hope for the Noldorien. His father and mother were
strong in life, they will give him the strength to fight the darkness." Arwen stated.
"I love you Arwen, but remember that you can only find trust in yourself. My
time here is ending you are our Evening Star, you yourself can bring hope!" Arabella said.
*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*
A month later.
Arwen walked to her grandmother's house, one rainy day in July. On her way
there she passed the Dursley's house and saw something amiss. The front door was wide
open and there was no car in the driveway. Intrigued Arwen set her things at her door,
and walked back to the Dursley's.
"Hello? Anyone home?" Arwen called out. There was no answer. She walked in
the entryway nothing seemed over turned or disturbed.
She had never met Harry except for glimpses of him walking in and out of his
Uncle's house. She knew that her grandmother had babysat him when he was younger,
but she was usually in school or in Imildras.
"Hello, is everything all right?" She called again. She listened carefully and with
her enhanced hearing she heard a cry coming from the basement. She tried to open the
door to the basement, but it was locked.
At this discovery, Arwen closed her eyes and concentrated and whispered
something in her native tongue.
"Panta.*" With this the door slowly opened and she made her way downstairs.
"Is someone down here?" She asked.
"Over here." She heard a faint voice coming from the corner. Arwen brushed her
long black hair over her ears and searched franticly for the boy. She reached a very skinny
young boy lying the corner. As she reached him he struggled to breath and passed out in
her arms.
" Utœvienye Estel! Harry, im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin, tolo dan na
ngalad.*" She said in her language hoping her power would be strong enough for him to
hold on. Her voice was faltering. She had never seen someone in so much pain.
Harry inhaled a deep breath and cried out in pain.
"My name is Arwen, I am here to help you. I need for you to relax and hold on to
me, I am going to take you to my house." She explained to him and she grabbed hold of
him and walked as quickly as she could to her house without harming the boy.
Arwen laid him down in the closest bedroom, and examined his wounds. He was
bleeding from his head and leg. It appeared that he may have fallen down the stairs, or
perhaps been pushed.
"Mum? It hurts, make it stop I am sorry, please make the hurt go away." He
cried. Arwen bent over him and held him.
"May the valor protect you." She said softly as a tear rolled down her face.
Arwen laid him down, he was out of immediate harm but his injuries were most
grievous. She did not have the strength to heal him.
Arwen fell asleep in the chair next to his bed in case he should wake . Harry slept
for five hours when Arwen heard him stirred.
"Harry? I need you to tell me if you ate anything or drank anything that you
might have caused your stomach to be so sick."
"No, I throw up everything I eat, I can't keep anything down." He said weakly
looking at the woman's face.
"Harry, I can not heal you, I will have to take you to my father. I need you to
drink this." She handed him a cup.
"I will just throw it up." He sated.
"I know it will be difficult, but it has an herb that will settle your stomach."
"Ok, I will try." He said as Arwen helped prop his head up. Harry swallowed it
slowly taking a few sips at a time.
"That's it, this will slow whatever sickness you have, until my father can aid
you." Arwen brushed his hair back.
"Who are you?" Harry asked after he finished the goblet.
"My name is Arwen Undomiel and I am Arabella Figg's granddaughter."
"Are you a witch?" Harry asked.
"Harry you are still very weak, go back to sleep for a few hours while I prepare to
take you to Imildras." She said standing up.
"Wait!" Harry said.
"Yes, did you need something else?" She asked turning back towards him.
"Thank you." He said softly.
"Your welcome Ellaire*." Harry blinked. He had heard that name before.
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Notes:
* Nalamdi Ðthis is what Arwen affectionately calls her Grandmother
*Meleth-nin Ð my love
* Adar - Father
* Panta - open
* Utœvienye Estel! Harry, im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin, tolo dan na ngalad. Ð
Have hope! Harry, I am Arwen. I've come to help you. Hear my voice, come back to the
light. (This was in the movie)
* Ellarie - Summer Star, similar to Elessar meaning Star stone
"Grandmother? I am home." Arwen Undomiel yelled up the stairs at 5 Priviet
Drive. She had just gotten back from her trip to Imildras where she had been teaching
several valor elves in the abandoned city.
Arwen is best described as the fairest most beautiful elf since her great great great
grandmother Luthien, and her great grandmother Arwen Eveningstar, for whom she was
named after. Much to her father's pleasure, Arwen had her mother's beautiful face and her
father's dark black hair. Her eyes sparkled no matter what light she was in. Her skin
shimmered like the snow when the sun was at the highest point in the sky.
"I am upstairs Arwen." Arabella yelled back. Arwen walked up the stairs and saw
her grandmother searching through a trunk at the end of her bed.
"What are you doing Nalamdi*"
"I am looking for something Undomiel." She said.
"You received an owl from your father yesterday. It is in your bedroom. I will be
leaving tomorrow for Lothlorien. " She said somewhat distracted.
"Lothlorien? But Nalamdi, you have not been to Lothlorien since I have been born."
She stated, wondering what was going on.
"Certain events have occurred while you were away." She said still distant.
"What is going on?" Arwen asked more urgently.
"I am sure you will find out when you read your letter from your father." With that
Arwen walked to her room and saw a piece of sealed parchment lying on her bed with her
elven name written on the front.
Arewen
Before she opened the letter she thought about the time she spent with her father.
Every summer she would go to Hogwarts and meet her father for the summer holiday.
Some summers, before Voldermort's impending threat he would take her to Imildras and
they would spend days walking through the beautiful forests and streams. They would
ride their horses and he would tell her stories of her mother. Her heart broke every time
she would find her father at her mother's grave, talking to her ghost.
Her mind drifted back to one day in particularÉ
"Deilaina you should see her, she looks so much like you. Everyday she grows in
to the beautiful elf I always knew she would be. Eru! I wish you were here with me. I
have failed you." Severus started to cry.
"Why didn't I see it, why couldn't I stop it!" He yelled in despair. Arwen was
behind a tree listening to him. If there were one thing that she would give her father it
would be to bring back her mother. She wanted her father to be happy more than
anything in the world.
Arwen returned her mind to her room and opened the letter.
My dearest Undomiel,
I know that it has been many moons since I have written you, but over the last
month many events have occurred. Voldermort has indeed returned, Harry Potter has
miraculously escaped him yet again. The Ministry is denying the Dark Lord's return,
which has caused a rift in our alliances.
Your grandmother is being called to Lothlorien to gather her kin, and prepare for a
war. While she is gone I must ask you to watch over Mr. Potter and see that no harm
befalls him. He is the last of the Noldorien, and he must survive, and bring his people
together. You know of what I speak of.
I will be traveling to Imildras next week, and gathering a council. War is coming
and we must all prepare. I am asking you to join me there in August. I await your arrival.
You are and always remain my Meleth-nin*."
Adar*
"Nalamdi! Is this true? Is Voldermort back, truly?" Arwen shouted.
"Yes, Remus Lupin has already paid me a visit at the end of May. After some
convincing on his part I realize that we must prepare ourselves, I must speak with
Celeborn and Glorfindel, perhaps we can call the valor to Imildras." She said with some
sadness.
"One thousand years I have walked this earth and still we must deal with the
darkness of the Noldorien." Arabella stated.
"But Harry Potter is the hope for the Noldorien. His father and mother were
strong in life, they will give him the strength to fight the darkness." Arwen stated.
"I love you Arwen, but remember that you can only find trust in yourself. My
time here is ending you are our Evening Star, you yourself can bring hope!" Arabella said.
*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*
A month later.
Arwen walked to her grandmother's house, one rainy day in July. On her way
there she passed the Dursley's house and saw something amiss. The front door was wide
open and there was no car in the driveway. Intrigued Arwen set her things at her door,
and walked back to the Dursley's.
"Hello? Anyone home?" Arwen called out. There was no answer. She walked in
the entryway nothing seemed over turned or disturbed.
She had never met Harry except for glimpses of him walking in and out of his
Uncle's house. She knew that her grandmother had babysat him when he was younger,
but she was usually in school or in Imildras.
"Hello, is everything all right?" She called again. She listened carefully and with
her enhanced hearing she heard a cry coming from the basement. She tried to open the
door to the basement, but it was locked.
At this discovery, Arwen closed her eyes and concentrated and whispered
something in her native tongue.
"Panta.*" With this the door slowly opened and she made her way downstairs.
"Is someone down here?" She asked.
"Over here." She heard a faint voice coming from the corner. Arwen brushed her
long black hair over her ears and searched franticly for the boy. She reached a very skinny
young boy lying the corner. As she reached him he struggled to breath and passed out in
her arms.
" Utœvienye Estel! Harry, im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin, tolo dan na
ngalad.*" She said in her language hoping her power would be strong enough for him to
hold on. Her voice was faltering. She had never seen someone in so much pain.
Harry inhaled a deep breath and cried out in pain.
"My name is Arwen, I am here to help you. I need for you to relax and hold on to
me, I am going to take you to my house." She explained to him and she grabbed hold of
him and walked as quickly as she could to her house without harming the boy.
Arwen laid him down in the closest bedroom, and examined his wounds. He was
bleeding from his head and leg. It appeared that he may have fallen down the stairs, or
perhaps been pushed.
"Mum? It hurts, make it stop I am sorry, please make the hurt go away." He
cried. Arwen bent over him and held him.
"May the valor protect you." She said softly as a tear rolled down her face.
Arwen laid him down, he was out of immediate harm but his injuries were most
grievous. She did not have the strength to heal him.
Arwen fell asleep in the chair next to his bed in case he should wake . Harry slept
for five hours when Arwen heard him stirred.
"Harry? I need you to tell me if you ate anything or drank anything that you
might have caused your stomach to be so sick."
"No, I throw up everything I eat, I can't keep anything down." He said weakly
looking at the woman's face.
"Harry, I can not heal you, I will have to take you to my father. I need you to
drink this." She handed him a cup.
"I will just throw it up." He sated.
"I know it will be difficult, but it has an herb that will settle your stomach."
"Ok, I will try." He said as Arwen helped prop his head up. Harry swallowed it
slowly taking a few sips at a time.
"That's it, this will slow whatever sickness you have, until my father can aid
you." Arwen brushed his hair back.
"Who are you?" Harry asked after he finished the goblet.
"My name is Arwen Undomiel and I am Arabella Figg's granddaughter."
"Are you a witch?" Harry asked.
"Harry you are still very weak, go back to sleep for a few hours while I prepare to
take you to Imildras." She said standing up.
"Wait!" Harry said.
"Yes, did you need something else?" She asked turning back towards him.
"Thank you." He said softly.
"Your welcome Ellaire*." Harry blinked. He had heard that name before.
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Notes:
* Nalamdi Ðthis is what Arwen affectionately calls her Grandmother
*Meleth-nin Ð my love
* Adar - Father
* Panta - open
* Utœvienye Estel! Harry, im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin, tolo dan na ngalad. Ð
Have hope! Harry, I am Arwen. I've come to help you. Hear my voice, come back to the
light. (This was in the movie)
* Ellarie - Summer Star, similar to Elessar meaning Star stone