Chapter 4-Return to Truth
Harry smiled as he ran towards a running stream which came from beneath Hogwarts, it was beautiful, with it's sparkling waters and the slight noise it made as it rushed along the smooth pebbles that lined the bottom of the waterbed. The mist parted as he ran though it, and Severus laughed at the sight of his lover looking so youthful for once. It had been too long since he had last seen him like this. Harry knelt at the edge of the water and dipped his hand into it.
"Cold"
He shuddered as he quickly removed it. Hearing laughter behind him, he turned and glared at his lover with twinkling eyes, that had always seemed to glow with mischief.
"And pray tell, my dear elf lover, what do you find so amusing?'
He asked in a mocking tone, that lacked all malice. Severus slunk foreword, in an all together very sensual way that he knew drove his lover insane, and when he reached him lent forward and whispered into his ear,
"You my sweet Harry. Do you have any idea how amazing you look in this spot? Or even how long I have been waiting to see you here, with me again?"
Harry smiled and in a purring tone responded,
" I take it you like what you see Severus?"
He then moved in the direction of the pavilion, holding his head high and doing his best to make his lover restless. Finally he got tired of walking, and then sprinted the final few meters to the marble steps of the building. The gentle breeze ruffled the gauzy material of the drawn back curtains. Everything in here reflected the golden age of the elves, when they had been in their prime. Harry had been Ithildin, godson of Elrond, and the son of Glorfindel. He was an elf with a noble upbringing. Severus was Uail, son of Halidar. He had been born and raised in Lothlorien as a healer.
The two had met, by accident when Ithildin had accompanied his god sister, Arwen , on a visit to her grandmother Galadriel. Uail had been out, walking down one of the many paths, when he caught sight of the vision that was Ithildin of Rivendell. The young elf had been kneeling by a flower bed, and had been weeding in between the plants. Deep ebony hair framed his pale face and bright green eyes, which he had even they, stood out in a stark contrast to his sculpted features. Uail had fallen in love the instant he had seen Ithildin, kneeling among the flowers. He had, in the end approached him, and introduced himself. And the rest is, as they say, history. Severus was reminded of that very moment as Harry stopped at the foot of the stairs, and as the younger man/elf turned around he fell in love, all over again.