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Eight: Similarities.
The room Harry appeared in when he returned to Imladris was, from what Harry could grasp on his first glance, an office. A desk was stationed about a meter and a half in away from a large book case. Said bookcase up against the wall that separated the room's two church-like windows. The windows had draped down their edges, long curtains that seemed similar to velvet in Harry's opinion. Their colour was off-white; ivory and the ties that held them back were laced with a glittering thread in elaborate elvish designs. They reminded him oddly of black-out curtains.
Aside from the one behind the desk, there were two other bookcases over all. The other two bookcases ran the entire length of the walls to his left and right, adjacent to the window making them opposite to each other. Though as he walked around, he noticed that the bookcase on the right wall ended about a meter before the end to make way for the door that was there. He noticed that although there were plenty of books around, there were also countless scrolls that had been rolled up and neatly compacted. He could only imagine what was on them… and it even hurt his head to do that.
In the centre of the wall opposite the window stood another door. He assumed that this door led to a corridor outside and the door that he had noticed before led into either a storage room… or Elrond's office. He resolved to ask Erestor on the matter later on.
On each side of the door sat a singular chair with a small table beside it. Why these seemed necessary, Harry had no thought. Shrugging his shoulders in a nonchalant manner, he turned back to face the window. He started walking in the direction of the window to the left and noticed that there was a window seat there too. So with a smile, he took a seat and stared out, down into the Valley where the Elves that inhabit Imladris dwell.
"Why does a forlorn look grace your features Harry Potter?" The soft voice of the elf Harry had come to speak to broke him from his reverie. The half-elf looked up and smiled as he watched his companion approach.
"My thoughts dwell on those I left behind." He let his head fall back against the wall and his eyes fall shut. "My guardian, though he will never be alone, won't have me anymore." He began to speak. "I once told him that I would be there for him at all of his transformations; every morning after, every night before, for the rest of his days. And yet, here I am." A tear slid gently down his cheek but he did nothing to make it seem like he noticed its passing.
"I promised him I would be there for him always and I broke that promise by coming here. I promised others that they would always have me to talk to when they needed; I promised that I would always be there for them… And for naught but a word broken and faith lost."
Erestor ran a hand over Harry's hair and gently pulled him into an embrace. He slipped onto the window seat beside the half elf and held him close.
"I am sure they understand your plight Harry." He tried to sooth. And then a thought struck him. "May I ask you something?" He asked.
"He is a Werewolf." Harry answered before the question was even uttered, instantly knowing it. Erestor's eyes widened.
"I will assume that you are not jesting on such a matter. I admit that I have not been in your realm for two millennia, but from what I saw of the race when I was there… well, the curse of the wolf was not a pleasant ailment to possess. Let us leave it at that." He sighed, still stroking Harry's hair. "How is it that you have come to co-exist with Werewolves in the day and age you are from?"
Harry thought for a moment about the possibility of buttering up his answer but decided against it. "Most don't. Most see Werewolves as the creature they become three nights out of the month. Most don't see passed their blood-thirsty past. But not all. I see Remus as one of the kindest men I've ever had the pleasure of meeting." He smiled at the thought of his guardian.
"He was my father's best friend whilst they were in school. My father, Godfather and another I won't name learned the art of becoming an animagus - the ability to change their form into that of an animal – so he wouldn't be alone and hurt himself every full moon. He is an amazing person, an amazing friend and one hell of a chess player." He grinned.
"I would have liked to meet him." Erestor said gently. He too smiled at the thought of Harry's guardian.
"And he would have liked to meet you." The pair sat at the window in comfortable silence for the next five minutes until Harry stirred and sat back. Turning his body, he moved to he was leaning back against the wall opposite the one he'd been first leaning again… and that wall was now playing host to the Chief Counsellor of Imladris' back. Harry took a moment to carefully look over his companion.
He took in the long, dark hair, the dark eyes, darker-than-most-Elves' skin, full lips and the robes that would have made Erestor fit into the wizarding community with ease. Harry cocked his head to the side and grinned at the elf before him. He saw Erestor raise a questioning eyebrow.
"I was merely thinking." Harry replied to the silent question.
"May I ask what about?"
"I was thinking on how much you remind me of my Godfather. Not simply in persona - although his temper was quicker to spark than yours, you aren't all that different from one another - I meant in looks also. Of course, he was no elf and by comparison, he would seem as graceless as any elf is graceful, but your eyes are similar. The colour of your hair," He got onto his knees and leaned over to take a lock of the dark hair between his fingers and smiled. "the texture is as I remember his to be." His eyes travelled over the Elder's face. "The tone of your skin." He noticed a fraction of a frown form on Erestor's brow and grinned weakly as he ran a finger over it. "Even the line on your brow that forms when you frown."
The elf cleared his suddenly dry throat in an attempt to deter the conversation away from him but the words seemed to become lost as his eyes locked with deep pools of emerald.
"If I did not know any better… and I don't, I would go so far as to say you left Earth those thousands of years ago an ancestor of one of the most powerful families in magical history." He grinned fully at the almost scandalized look working its way onto Erestor's face. "'Restor my friend take not my words for literal meaning as I know not if they are correct myself. I am merely saying what I think. And though the gap of time between yours and my Godfather's generations is extensive, you look too much alike for it to be coincidental."
"I…" Erestor was speechless… and he did not know why.
"May I ask something of you 'Restor?" The dark-haired elf nodded dumbly. "Would it be inappropriate for me to ask of you, a simple kiss?" Now 'that', struck the elf as extremely odd. Had Harry not just explained to him in great detail that he looked uncannily like his Godfather? But unable to stop himself, Erestor nodded.
Harry could see the question in the elf's eyes and resolved to answer it… later. He leaned down further and brushed his lips over those that had been begging to be kissed since Harry had first laid eyes on them.
They felt like the purest silk Harry could ever imagine. Soft, succulent, full and hot. The heat was perfect. The half-elf pressed his lips against the Counsellor's a second time but this time, he allowed his tongue to run a searing path over said Counsellor's bottom lip.
Yes, Erestor had had intimate relations before. Yes, he had kissed and been kissed before. But this kiss had, from its initiation, been different to all he'd had. This was tender, sweet with a fire that was igniting just beneath the surface. He felt something searing run over his bottom lip and did the only thing he brain was telling him to do. He opened his mouth to allow Harry's tongue access.
The half-elf's tongue slipped between the silk walls and proceeded to do battle with its counterpart.
The kiss lasted until the need for oxygen became desperate for Harry. And when he pulled back, he kept their foreheads connected as he breathed in much needed air.
"It was my belief," Erestor began when they had both were breathing at a regular rate. "That you had just compared my appearance and persona to that of your Godfather." He opened his eyes to meet Harry's and found that lined into their depth was mischief and knowledge.
"That I did." Said Harry with an easy grin. Erestor merely raised an eyebrow. "I did not say that I never wanted to kiss him. He was something akin to 'sex on legs'… as we humans say." Erestor scowled and swatter the younger elf on the arm lightly.
The 'Prince' of Gryffindor sat back in his original place, leaning back against the wall opposite to Erestor. "Of course, my kissing Sirius never could have happened." He said as he over-exaggerated a rather innocent sigh.
"How so?" Erestor prompted.
"Well, for starters, Sirius would have never condoned such a thing. I mean, as far as he was concerned, I was James' son and not to be messed with." He grinned, more to himself than to the elf in front of him. "The other reason was that he was Remus' mate."
"Mate?" Harry nodded.
"Yeah, mate. As in a werewolf and its mate. Sirius was Remus'." He laughed to himself as a memory popped into his head. "On one occasion Remus saw me looking at Sirius' backside." He grinned at Erestor. "You have that in common with my dearest Godfather too." He saw the elf scowl and continued. "I noticed him look from me, to where my eyes had been and back to me again.
"He grinned at me with and raised his eyebrow before going over to Sirius and pulling him into a hug. He then proceeded to wind his arms around Sirius' waist and grab hold of the very backside I had my eyes on. All the while, his eyes were locked on me. I just grinned at him as he mouthed 'mine' to me from over Sirius' shoulder." He chuckled at the thought. "I bowed my head in mock-acceptance and stood up… seeing that the hug Remus had initiated would soon turn into something more… explicit.
"I grabbed the book I was reading and walked over to the door of the room. But before I left, I turned back to them, cocked my head and stared at Sirius' arse a little more. At least, until, Remus growled in my general direction. I laughed at him. My laugh seemed to catch my Godfather's attention seeing as he jumped and turned around in the wolf's arms." He said the word 'wolf' with an affection he only held for his guardian.
"He asked me what I was laughing at and I looked from Remus, to Sirius and back to Remus, inwardly laughing all the way. I grinned at him and said "I can appreciate such finery from afar, Remus." /i before leaving the room laughing out loud." Erestor chuckled at his young companion's tale. He would have most definitely liked to meet Harry's guardian and Godfather.
"Would you like to know what I see in you Harry Potter?" The elf asked after not a moment's hesitation. Harry nodded sceptically, not sure he wanted to hear what Erestor was about to say. "Godric Gryffindor." The half-elf scowled
"Don't I know it." He muttered under his breath. "Aye, I am the old coot's heir." It was now Erestor's turn to grin.
"I thought the similarity between the two of you was too great for mere coincidence." Said the elf in a know-all tone. He didn't even correct the double-meaning his words had, confirming Harry's previous suspicions.
The pair smiled at each other and lapsed into another comfortable silence. A silence that was interrupted two minutes after it began by a knock at the door.
"Minno!" Erestor called out to whoever was on the other side of the door as he rose from his seat. Harry remained seated but manoeuvred himself so he could fully see said door. They both watched as it burst open and two bickering Elves waltzed in. Harry grinned as he recognised them as the twins his Grandmother had told him were kin of Celebrian.
"Elladan, Elrohir." The elf barely two feet from Harry caught the twin's attention. They stopped arguing with one another and turned to look at the Counsellor. The twin on the left was about to say something but then saw Harry seated at the window seat.
"Who are you?" the twin asked and Harry rolled his eyes.
"I'm an Orc in disguise." He said sarcastically but with a grin on his face. The twin scowled. Erestor and the other twin both brought a hand up to their mouths to cover their smiles.
"T'was a simple question!" the twin grumbled, his scowl deepening.
"Well, t'was a simple answer… Just, nay a very honest one." His grin broadened.
"Brother, you can be intellectually challenged sometimes." The second twin ducked to avoid the hand that flew towards his head.
"Elrohir!" Erestor said sharply. "Save your violent tendencies for Glorfindel to handle." The first elf, Elrohir, bowed his head mockingly.
"Very well Erestor." The counsellor rolled his eyes.
"What is it you wanted to see me for?" He asked them both and watched as they looked at one another before turning two innocent looks back at him. Groaning, he rubbed his left temple with his fingers. "What did you do this time?" He could already feel the headache forming.
"We did not a thing Erestor!" The second twin, Elladan, said with a bright smile.
"We merely wanted to see your face when you thought we had." Elrohir added with another innocent smile. Harry laughed out loud at them. They reminded him so much of the Weasley twins, he knew he'd enjoy their company.
"'Restor, are you not going to introduce me to your guests?" The half-elf asked as he rose from his seat. Erestor sighed.
"Harry Potter, son of Anéthiel, I introduce to you Elladan and Elrohir, sons of Elrond and Celebrian."
Written by Messrmarauder (aka Ithil hin)