Return to truth
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Got that? I have zero, zilch, nada. So I can't say I own anything, besides this plot. So bye-bye!!
Warnings: Slash in the form of HP/SS, SB/RL, L/A, GG/SS. Some swearing, and some mentions of violence later on.
Authors notes: God this plot bunny has been annoying me for so long it is not even funny! It actually popped up one day as I was reading my Lord of the Rings books and I thought to myself... 'hey, wouldn't it be cool if it turned out that some of the people are, or were elves, and were the last surviving members of their race still in Middle Earth?'. And so it developed from there. I hope you enjoy what I have so far, and remember... feedback is the greatest gift you can give to an authoress, so please read and review!
"You stupid man!"
Severus shouted at Sirius Black, who was standing at the front of the hall.
"Why in the name of the valar did you tell him that!?"
The that to which Severus was referring to was the fact that Sirius Black, who had just been released from Azkaban had just told his godson that he could not stay with him during the summer break because it would be 'to dangerous' for him to stay there at Black manor.
"Elves are not meant to deal with being hurt in this way. Did you know that if this has affected him as badly as I think it has he could very well die?! Did you know that?!"
he questioned madly. This fit was causing quite a stir, attracting the attention of the remaining teachers in the great hall
"We could both die you fools! Both me and my mate if his heart is not soothed."
He finally stormed out of the hall, but stopped quickly for a moment in front of the headmaster. "Elvellon(elf friend) we are leaving this place"
he stated clearly.
"My mate and I are leaving for the undying lands before the week is out."
Albus gazed at him sadly and returned
"You will be rejoining your family I take it?".
He nodded and tersely replied
"It is time. My lord father will be expecting us."
A melancholy looked suddenly floated upon his features, portraying the image of a sad being who has seen to much pain and sorrow in their life
"We are the last of our people to leave this Middle Earth Albus. The elves will be gone for a long time to come. Arda is now in your hands Elvellon, treat her as we have."
Severus then let the hall, greatly saddened at the loss of his friends, yet the fire for his love kept him moving towards him and their friend, the lord of the horses, Shadowfax. Coming up silently behind the younger elf he wrapped his arms around his chest and pulled him tight to his heart. "Dear one, they know we are leaving now."
Harry nodded, then turned around to press his face into Sev's chest.
"We shall be sailing towards the west, as it has been foretold for centuries."
came a muffled voice from his chest.
"Melamin, lle naa vanima"(my love you are beautiful)
he looked down at his life mate with soft eyes.
"Come, you mustn't hide your self now, we are who we are, and you.....lle naa ikotane mell a'amin corm, ta nagera amin a'tiro lle ve'sina."(you are so dear to my heart, it hurts to see you like this)"
He looked with nothing but pure adoration upon his lover of over a thousand years.
"Come"
he motioned to the young man as he let him go
"Come to my chambers and we shall return to our natural state together, and we shall prepare for our trip"
Harry looked up at his lover with trust shining through his eyes and nodded as he was once again pulled into an embrace as the began to walk towards the castle. They took a secret path which they had discovered my years ago when they were still new to this castle, and it ended up outside of a secret entrance to the Slytherin dorms. By the time they had reached his rooms, Harry had resolved to show up all those who had begun to scorn him for the way he was living his life. He was an immortal creature, he was millennia old and he had enough tricks to last him till the end of time and beyond.