Title: Faerie Child
Author: Tainted Rose Wings
Warnings: OOCness, violence, angst, language, drama, darkness etc.
Pairings: AragornxArwen (Others are unknown feel free to make suggestions)
Disclaimer: I neither own Harry Potter nor LOTR. All claims go to their prospective owners.
Summary: Waking up in the middle of the forest he doesn't know who he is, where he comes from or what happened to him. All he does know is that he's a child, he's in danger and his ears are pointed. All they know is that Mithrandir needs them to save this boy but upon saving him they get their own shock. What elfling has the ability to shift into a leopard cub and why does he have the family name of a very ancient race of elves that had been lost?
Author's Note: WARNING! COMMENT DIRECTED TO IGNORANT PERSON WILL COMMENCE IN 3…2…1…Soooo I'm thoroughly amused by a person who couldn't even leave a name for me to call out on. First of all 'Guest' I don't recall ever mentioning there being slash or that if there would be slash that it would include Harry. Second of all you don't know what I have planned for this story so please keep your comments to yourself. What's disgusting is your need to judge anything I write or/and decide. There's a saying you should learn 'don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all'. Just to reassure everyone I am not into Pedophiles or anything of the such. I don't plan to have Harry romantically involved with ANYONE until a LOT farther into the story. At this moment the only relationships I'm working on is Harry building his familial bonds as well as Aragorn and Arwen's relationship. So please 'Guest' stick your comment where the sun don't shine and rotate :) End of comment!
ANYWAY! Hi everyone! I'm so glad everyone is enjoying the story. Everyone's reviews have been so helpful and have been really encouraging to me. As the chapters go on more and more information will be revealed and you'll start to understand things a little more. Syllith's namesake will be revealed and just what role he plays in the future in this chapter so hopefully it'll help in understanding things a bit more. Also followers and reviews like you guys are what encourage me to keep writing. So seriously guys thank you sooooo much! I realize I haven't really been addressing any reviews so I'm deeeeeefffiiiinitely going to start trying lol If any of you want to see what my Fey (Seelie and UnSeelie) as well as the Baequimitore (since many were a mix of Elves and Fey) Elves are based off of you can go to sephy_no_ and there is at least 11 or 12 pages there.
Chapter 3
Syllith frowned as he looked at the elder man who sat across from him and Aragorn. There was something oddly familiar about him but little Syllith couldn't be sure. However, the knowing twinkle in his eyes made the child leery of his elder. "Hello Syllith. I'm glad to see you're doing well."
Syllith glanced at Aragorn from where he sat on his lap before saying hesitantly, "Thank you for telling them to save me."
He'd heard enough times from the grown-ups around him that this man, this Istari, was the reason he was there now and why the grown-ups had even thought to look for him. So it was only natural that he thanked the elderly man. He felt a little more courage enter him when Aragorn gave him an approving smile. The older man smiled warmly and Syllith relaxed a little giving him a shy smile in return. "Why don't you show Mithrandir some of the things you can do, ion."
Warmth bloomed in Syllith at Arwen's soft tone and he tentatively raised his hand squinting at it and a bright light slowly glowed from it. It slowly faded away and then he was levitating a feather quill that Elrond liked tickling him with when he started investigating all the different scrolls. He stopped when he heard Mithrandir's thoughtful hum as he watched and Syllith turned into Aragorn's chest to hide his face shyly. Relaxed as a rough calloused hand stroked the back of his head tenderly he sighed softly. "It is definitely magic but it is different from what we Istari use."
Syllith had a random flash back to someone, a woman, calling him a 'freak' and he peaked out from where he had his face hidden in Aragorn's chest. "So I'm…a freak?"
Everyone in the room, including Mithrandir, stiffened in shock and anger at the child's words. "Of course not, child. What would make you ask something like that?"
Said child seemed to hesitate for a moment before he said, "Someone, a woman, used to call me that. She hurt."
Legolas felt pure rage at what the child revealed before he pushed it back, taking a deep breath and schooling his features. He ran a hand through his hair before laying his hand comfortingly on the child's head causing Syllith to relax momentarily. Syllith squirmed in Aragorn's lap, sensing the shift in the room and Arwen took the restless child, he looked at her curiously at her before he asked, "Aren't I heavy?"
Chuckles scattered across the room before Arwen tapped the child's nose, making him go cross-eyed when he tried to follow the movement with his eyes. "No, ion. To us Elves you still feel very much like a babe, barely any weight."
The Elfling made a thoughtful noise before looking at Mithrandir and asking, "So what does it mean? That I have different magic from you?"
The elder Istari seemed to hesitate before he said slowly, obviously picking his words carefully. "From what the Valar have…told me. You were born in a place very different from here. With how many years its been, there's been a lot of mixed blood in your line. Istari-like beings happen to be one of the latest additions to your line."
Mithrandir seemed to hesitate in what he was about to say and Elrond stepped forward, frowning disapprovingly at the Istari. "What is it you are so reluctant to say?"
"Child what is your name?" Syllith looked at him puzzled at his question but decided to answer anyway. "Syllith Caunwaithon Baequimitore…"
Mithrandir smiled and nodded his head like he'd expected that answer, he leaned back and lit his pipe before taking a long drag of it. He took a long pause before he began to speak, "I thought as much. That name 'Caunwaithon' it is only given to the rulers. You are the High Prince, heir to the Baequimitore. There is a prophecy the Valar have kept a secret. It is about a child prince of the Old Ones, what we call the Baequimitore elves, and the return of the Fey Courts. Child, you will go through many trials and before the end you will have to make a choice."
"Mithrandir! He is a child, he does not need you scaring him." Legolas' soft scolding voice caused the elder man to chuckle mirthlessly as he leaned back. "It is necessary. Things are being set into motion much faster than any of us may realize."
Syllith looked between all the adults before he said softly, "What were the Old ones like?"
It was quiet in the room before Arwen began to speak, his emerald eyes on her. "They were some of the most beautiful and wildest elves that ever lived, closer to the Valar than even the High Elves. They were so close to nature, unlike the rest of us they never really got involved with man and for that the Fey loved them dearly. The Fey were the ones that suggested the merging of royal families. However, they were very different from the rest of us, especially after the merge. Fey see things very differently than Elves and other magical creatures, there is no good and bad for them since they were creatures of magic and earth. The Old Ones inherited the Fey's mischievous nature but created balance for them. Where many humans used to be captured and killed by the Fey before the merge it happened less and less after. However, when Sauron's master began the 'Purge' on the Old Ones they were filled with anger and grief so they disappeared and took with them the wild magic that breathed air into Middle-Earth."
"Their appearance was slightly different from the usual elf as well. Since many had begun to be born from Fey, their eyes were a bit more slanted and their ears slightly longer. Your own appearance will change when you come of age although I don't know how." Syllith looked at Mithrandir thoughtfully before laying his head on Arwen's shoulder as he said softly, "I want to stay here…with Ada, Nana, Deada and Legolas." (lit. Father, Mother, Grandfather)
Arwen tightened her hold on the child, remembering when Aragorn had come back to their room smiling from ear to ear. He had revealed what the child told him about seeing them as his parents, Elrond as his 'Papa' which obviously had meant Deada. She still didn't understand what the child had meant by Legolas being 'other'. However, Mithrandir's low chuckles took her attention and the child looked at him curiously before the elder man gently took the child, tucking him into the nook of his arm as he asked curiously, "Child what was the first person you saw when you awoke?"
Syllith scrunched up his nose before shuddering, remembering the nasty creatures. "Stinkies…orcs."
They noticed how the elder Istari's features darkened for a moment before he urged lightly, "And who after that?"
Syllith seemed to pause slightly before looking at the adults around him, glancing between Arwen and Legolas. "I saw Legolas…Legolas was the first one I saw when I awoke,"
Suddenly, the Istari was laughing boisterously and handing the child to said elf. Everyone looked at him incredulously before he said suddenly mirthful, "An amusing side effect of having mated with Fey is that they attained many of their attributes during birthing. So that children would be easily taken care of by nursing maidens for the Fey the child wouldn't be shown to the mother or father first but to the maid that would take care of the child. It is called 'Imprinting' and it creates a sort of bond. Amusingly enough little Syllith has imprinted upon you Prince Legolas."
The room was quiet for a second before soft snickers were heard then full laughs much to the Elf's embarrassed dismay and Syllith's confusion. Legolas was in the current position of a 'nurse maid' but as much as he was embarrassed he wasn't upset with it seeing as he enjoyed spending time with little Syllith. With a little sigh Legolas but a warm smile touched his lips as he tossed Syllith into the air good naturedly getting the boy to giggle as he caught him. "Syl, why don't you find your Uncles and play in the garden?"
Syllith looked at him curiously as he was put down on the ground and asked, "Elrohir and Elladan?"
Legolas nodded in confirmation and the elfling ran to the door before pausing and running back to Aragorn and Arwen, giving them a shy hug before rushing out. They waited till they couldn't hear the echo of his running feet before they faced the thoughtful Istari. "What is it you would not say infront of the child?"
Aragorn watched the Istari carefully as he waited for him to answer his questions. He seemed to sag into his seat before he took his pipe out of his mouth. "Syllith has been here for a total of six days three of which he has spent with you all here in Rivendell. Within those six days something else has awaken, something evil that lies in the land the Fey ruled over with the Old Ones. I fear that soon it will come for the young one. He is meant to be the most strongest of his kind because he is the most unique of his kind. Soon more Old Ones will appear but that will not be until the child makes his choice."
"What choice is it that he must make?"
"That I do not know yet. The prophecy was never clear on what exactly would happen. Just that a child of the Old Ones with Royal blood would appear and he would have to battle a great evil before he is to make a choice."
Everyone was quiet, fearing for the little boy that had grown on them and wiggled his way into their hearts without meaning to.
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Syllith rushed through the halls, shyly saying hello to anyone who called out to him. There were a few who reached out to pet him and he dodged under those hands, apologizing and explaining that he needed to find Elrond's sons. Something in the back of his mind told him that the grown-ups would be talking about him and what Mithrandir had explained but he pushed that thought away. He wanted to play out in the gardens with his uncles and that was what preoccupied his mind fully. At least it was until something caught his eye from his peripheral vision and he slowed to a stop in the empty hall. He looked towards the archway that led into the gardens just in time to notice a firefly dart through them. Syllith blinked, surprised at this before he chased after the brightly lit bug. He glanced around and saw it going around another corner, not even realizing that a tinkling bell like laughter echoed through the gardens. He came up short when he reached a dead end to the maze of a garden. He tilted his head slightly when he finally realized he could hear soft whispering voices.
"Is it him? He is so small?"
"Why do we not take him now?"
"She forbids it till we know it is him."
"Can you not tell?"
"Firelight is right. Look at his eyes. Those are royal colors."
"Shush Brownnose!"
"He is so adorable!"
"Let us hold him"
"Yes! Let us hold the little prince!"
Syllith looked around trying to find out where the whispers were coming from yet he saw nothing but nature. "Hello? Who is there?"
"He hears us! Surely we can approach him!"
"Firelight! Come back here!"
Out of a bush a brightly yet steadily lit firefly shot out towards him or at least he had thought it was a firefly till it came right up to his face. Surrounded by a bright shimmering light was a strange yet delightful looking little creature. Her –cause it appeared to be a she– head was slightly bigger than her body which was covered in a green and pink dress made from flowers, her eyes were slanted and completely black yet wide, her body was thin and delicate looking, the ends of her fingers ended with sharp nails and her teeth were slightly sharpened and on her back were translucent wings. Syllith blinked for a moment before his mind supplied the word 'Pixie' in a whisper as though someone only just told him. He cocked his head to the side and spoke. "Hello…if you don't mind. I thought pixies were part of the Fey and that all fey had disappeared."
The little creature fluttering infront of him grinned toothily and her voice rang clearly like tinkling bells, "Oh we did but then you came. Her queenliness sent us here when we felt one of the Baequimitores return. We are merely…advisors in a way."
The child looked at her confused and asked, "We?"
Suddenly he was being lifted off his feet and with a surprised squeak he looked to see a young…woman? She beamed up at him as she lifted him over her head, swinging him around until he laughed contently. She had long brown hair that touched the ground, a soft light glowed gently around her, her body was a soft brown color with green vine like designs, her eyes much like the pixie's was pitch black but weren't as harsh, her clothes looked much like the bark of a tree and she was graceful. Another like she appeared beside them but she was different, her skin was like a pale green that matched the leaves of the trees and her dress looked like the weeping moss on the willow. They both cooed over him while the pixie huffed in irritation but a rougher voice broke through the three female's attention. "We weren't supposed to show ourselves."
A rather small…dwarf? Stood before them, he had coal black eyes, wore a green suit, a little cap made from felt, he had long nimble fingers and his ears were kind of pointed like the pixies but hers were longer and more pointy. Next to him was a very tiny faerie but he looked like a human being, his hair was a soft brown color, his eyes were a muddy brown and he wore a tiny tunic and pants. Both bowed to the boy before the male who spoke earlier started to again as one of the pretty women let him on the ground. "My name is Buttlebee the Bwca, cousin to the brownies. This is Brownnose the Abatwa. The pixie is Firelight and the two Dryads are Windwhisper and Delia. I apologize for leading you astray but we had to be sure for the Queen that you were the one we'd searched for. It has been centuries since the massacre yet for us it was only yesterday."
The child's mouth shaped a small 'o' in understanding and the two tree women made soft sounds of delight, making the child blush shyly. The…Bwca? Buttlebee shot them a cold look before looking the child up and down and it was Brownnose who spoke up, "He feels different. He is definitely a descendant but he is…exceptionally powerful."
Buttlebee made a soft snorting sound and opened his mouth to speak but suddenly someone shouted, "Syl! Syllith! Where are you?!"
Syllith turned towards the voice, recognizing Legolas' voice and his face lit up. "I am over here!"
He turned around to speak to Buttlebee but no one was there, the only hint that they'd been there was the echoing laughter of Firelight and Dryads but that too faded. Legolas stepped out from behind a bush and spotted him immediately, frowning at the child as he started to speak, "I thought I told you to find –why do you smell of buttercups and rainfall, child?"
Syllith looked at Legolas for a moment, he should tell the elf that he'd seen some fey. Legolas would be so happy but…they didn't want to be seen, he could sense that in the air but…this was Legolas. The small boy bit his lip as it started to tremble before he shook his head. He felt like he was betraying the older elf by not telling him about the fey but he couldn't tattletale on them when they obviously didn't want word getting out. The older elf frowned as he noticed the distress the child was in, shushing him gently as he spoke. "It is okay little one. You need not speak now. Let us go find Elrohir and Elladan. I'm sure they wish to play."
The child nodded his head somberly, laying his head down on the elf's shoulder as Legolas turned to make his way back. Syllith caught sight of a trail of glowing light entering a tree and sighed, a small part of him wishing they'd taken him along.
To be continued…
A/N: I promise that soon the chapters will be a lot longer! I'm juggling a lot of things now so I'm squeezing in as much writing time as I can! Hope everyone enjoyed this! Look forward to seeing a lot more of these faeries.