Disclaimer: I own the plot, though I apologize if it's been done before. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.
There and Back Again
Chapter 1: Lembale
By Jess S
It was early morning, the suns rays having just appeared on the horizon, just barely piercing the leafy treetops of Caras Galadon, mingling with the quiet mist that embraced the ancient trees, which were outlined by tiny, glimmering Elvish lights.
One person, however, had risen some time before, and now stood on a balcony to his personal chambers, high up in the treetops, just watching as the Galadrim woke. He appeared perfectly comfortable with his surroundings, and apparently belonged there.
That in itself was peculiar. For Caras Galadon, often called 'the heart of Elvendom on Earth', was the home of the Elves of Lothlórien, ruled by Lady Galadriel and Lord Cereborn. The Elves, an immortal people, rarely welcomed mortals into their homes, they were gracious hosts, courteous and wise to the point of which most mortals could not comprehend. It was for that reason that humans rarely set foot in the Galadrim. It was the reason Lothlórien's borders were well protected against such an occurrence, both by Elven guards and the stories the Elves encouraged to be spread amongst the mortals, increasing their suspicions and keeping them away from the ancient sanctuary.
Yet this young man, was undoubtedly a man...
At first glance, you could certainly mistake him for one of the Elven race. He bore the same innate grace, elegance, striking appearance and charm the Elves were famed for, but he was undoubtedly a man. He even had the glowing, elegantly sculpted features and carefully proportioned, honed muscles the Elves prided themselves on.
You would then, of course, assume that he was certainly a young man, but not if you looked into his eyes.
Deep, seemingly bottomless pools of emerald, mingling fae lights with soft shadows. Eyes that could pierce your soul, and know all in a glance. Eyes that were filled with many things, a world of knowledge, learned from experience, a wisdom that was rarely seen in mortals, for only one who has viewed many ages could possibly attain it.
Harry Potter, once known as 'the-Boy-Who-Lived', was now a prince of the Elves.
It hadn't been long (relatively [AN: Elven 'not long', not human 'not long'.... I don't know about you, but in my mind there's a difference]) after his arrival that it had become obvious that Harry himself was an immortal, at least in this world.
Lord Cereborn had theorized that it was simply because he wasn't born in this world, so he technically didn't belong here, and therefore would not age.
It was ironic in itself, but the only theory they'd come across in all the time he'd been there. Which was a long time, several centuries, in fact. The theory wasn't entirely correct, proven in the fact that he had grown slightly taller, and his voice had changed while training with his new kin had developed his muscles and reflexes. This, of course, may have simply been the result of heavy training (he'd been obsessed with it for a time; as a way to take his mind off his predicament), and the fact that he'd been living a much healthier life here could have affected him as well.
Not long after he'd been there, immortal to all appearances, Lady Galadriel and Lord Cereborn had made the decision to adopt him, offering a proper home amongst the Elves, a home on Middle Earth. And so, he'd become the Prince of Lothlórien. Not that many people knew of this fact. His identity, and everything about him, was one of the Golden Wood's most prized secrets. Middle Earth, outside of the Elves of Lothlórien themselves, Lord Elrond, his family and his council, no one knew of Harry's existence.
"Valina arin, Elerossë." {Good morning, Harry. [AN: technically; 'happy morning'... I couldn't find a better word!]}
Harry turned, and smiled as the Lady of Lothlórien came up beside him. "Valina arin, heri amil nin." {Good morning, my lady mother.} He replied, bowing respectfully, as he had been taught and felt was proper. Elerossë Tinehtelë was his Elvish name, chosen for him by the very lady who stood before him now, who he addressed as both respected lady and beloved mother.
It had taken some time (nearly two decades), but after a great deal of studying and practice, with the help of his new friends and family, Harry had managed to learn the language and customs of the Elves… And had come to accept them as his own.
"Maar ta le?" {How are you?} Galadriel asked, her silver-blue eyes gazing into his.
That was another thing that was different. Before, no one could really meet his gaze, not so directly, because his glasses always got in the way. However, his glasses had been broken on his rough journey to Middle Earth, leaving him blind. Once they realized that Harry really couldn't see anything, the Elves had endeavored to change that… and succeeded. By the skills of Lady Galadriel and her son-in-law, the knowledge of Lord Cereborn, and the support of Lady Arwen, Harry had obtained flawless vision.
"Maar, hannon le." {Fine, thank you} He replied quietly.
The Lady of Light raised a silvery eyebrow. "A?" {Oh?} She asked, holding his gaze.
After a moment, Harry looked away.
Lady Galadriel sighed, and shook her head, "Feren uume moru mile lyaa, Elerossë." {Please don't hide inside yourself, Harry." She beseeched him quietly, extending her pale hand and gently turning his head towards her, to meet his eyes once more. "Le ista ne sin yana ta ilanwa. Ananta ta er yala qualmele." {You should no by now that it isn't truly possible. And it only brings suffering.}
After a moment, Harry nodded. "Laa, heri amil nin, edhored nin." {Of course, mother, forgive me.}
"Ú-moe edhored." {There is nothing to forgive.} She replied softly, releasing him. "Sii le nyarya nin," {Now tell me,} she continued, "Man ta nwalyale le?" {What is bothering you?}
Harry sighed, shaking his head. "Uya hanya nin..." {I don't know…} he replied, sincerely. "Na nin... wanwa... il... uuwanwa, er..." {I feel… lost... no… not lost, only…}
"Raika men?" {Misplaced?} his foster mother offered.
Immediately, he shook his head, "Illaika," {Not exactly,} he sighed, "Nin... ilista nin..." {I… I don't know…}
Galadriel sighed, offering a sad smile. "Ta ne er teera yana le ne etmen sinome, Elerossë." {It is only natural that you feel out of place here, Harry.} She offered. "En ta ilnat raika o tanya." {There is nothing wrong with that.}
Harry shook his head, "Ista... er ta anwale ilta yana... Vanwa kaimasse o mar ando wanwa nin..." {I know… and it really isn't that… I got over the homesickness a long time ago…}
She continued to watch him for several minutes before sighing, and shaking her head. "Noa nin le faare ampenda e sinome." {I think you may simply feel trapped here.} She raised a hand to forestall his protest, "Ta noore, otorno nin le. Mi anwa, ta er karne le ve Quendelie... nosse nin termara ve martle." {It's quite natural, I assure you. In fact, it only makes you more like us... Some of my people experience a similar feeling.} The Lady of Light sighed, meeting her foster son's vivid eyes, so unlike any she'd ever seen before, a treasure beyond compare, hiding the pain she knew he hid deep within his mind. "Noa nin ta ambapenda thaed le... Renich nin anwa minlû palya le ve mi kenale ilya o Embarenya..." {I think that perhaps travel would help you... If I recall correctly, you once expressed an interest in seeing the rest of Middle Earth...} She offered.
Harry frowned, and, after a pensive moment, nodded.
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"~" {I would be honored to accompany our prince, milady.} Haldir of Lothlórien replied, bowing deeply to the Elven Queen.
Galadriel nodded, smiling slightly. "~" {Very well then...} she then turned her eyes to her foster son, "~} {I hope you find what you're looking for, my son.} She murmured, bending down slightly to place a gentle kiss on his brow, right above his scar. "" {Farewell...}
A short time later, Harry and his friend – and (he suspected) bodyguard – left their home, and proceeded north, toward Imladris, where their quest would begin.
End of Chapter 1.
AN: Yes, I know; unbelievable short... I was going to continue, but that didn't fit the title, (and I didn't want to talk about traveling too much... you'll see them on the rode occasionally [where it has relevance,] but I'll try to avoid it...
I got Harry's name from Chris Wetherell's Elvish Name Generator (), I didn't make it up... I think it sounds pretty cool though... And if you think about it, the Elves would have to give him a name; considering they adopted him and he's lived with them for many centuries. I won't refer to him by his Elvish name, it'll only be used when it has relevance/whoever call's him it is talking in Elvish. (Btw, that site is pretty cool. You give it a name and it changes it into and Elvish name... I don't know how, it just does. There's also a link to a 'Hobbits Name Generator', which I found very amusing... Some of the HP characters names are really funny in both languages...)
Response to Reviews;
Ox King – Thank you... We won't see much Middle Earth's reaction to 'the young wizard' for awhile, I'll tell you that, but there'll be some in the next few chapters... The reaction of specific people he decides to tell. But, other than that, it's a closely guarded secret (for now, anyway).
Angie – Thank you. ^_^
Sarah – Thanks! LOL, I'm glad. I spent a long time working on that particular part of the chapter. Once he was at Middle Earth all I really had to worry about was translations, it was getting him there that was the problem! Sorry about the wait.
Khari – LOL, gracias. You really think so? I've always liked Galadriel... Mucho gracias, y su inglés es no malo. ¡Mejore que mi español! (It took me nearly half-an-hour to come up with that! How is it? I'm only in Spanish 3 at school and the program isn't that good, so it probably isn't very good...)
I'm glad you liked it. How was this chapter? I know it was short, but it's a start. ^_^
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Jessyka – LOL, sorry about the wait. I know this isn't much of an update, but I'm working on the next chapter, so it should be out soon. LOL, you'd probably have a few problems with Flooing to my house and hexing me; (1) my fireplace is very small, and (2) there's almost always a fire in it... Thank you very much. ^_^
Thanks for reviewing! ^_^ (And sorry for the wait... The next chapter will probably be out soon, because I have a lot more spare time – Summer break!!! :-D)
Translations:
Lembale – Leaving
Umm... I think I translated everything else (in the dialogue), please tell me if I didn't.
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~ Jess S