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Previously in: These Broken Wings

The being raised an elegant hand to his mouth. Shock was written over his passive brow. Indeed he looked stricken. "How? When did this happen?"

So Harry told him everything…

Chapter Four. Things I Almost Remember

Well Harry sort of told the elegant being everything. There was no need for him to tell details that the being didn't need to hear. Harry's sense of dignity was still in tact after all – it would not be proper to divulge in family 'secrets' to this being no matter how benevolent it seemed.

So Harry cleverly danced around the four striped bruises around his neck from where his Uncle had tried to unsuccessfully throttle him. Skipped around the part of his drudgery at the Dursleys and forgot to mention anything more about Voldemort other than he was responsible for his parents' death.

So in fact Harry didn't tell him everything….

Harry knew the being was aware of the missing details. He could see quite clearly he would be accosted sooner or later for more details. And it was something he was not in fact looking forward to.

"Erm… sir… if you don't mind me asking. What are you?"

Elegant eyebrows were raised in response. "I am, like you Master Elerossë, an elf."

Harry's mind boggled and he couldn't help his jaw from dropping. "You're not wearing a pillowcase or a tea towel," he stated before he could stop himself. Harry could have smacked himself in the forehead for making such a stupid comment.

"And why would I be wearing a pillowcase?"

Harry blushed profusely and refused to meet the elf's eyes. "Well you must be a different kind of elf than what I'm used to meeting… You don't even look like any elf I've meet before."

The elf looked mildly bemused. "I'm a Noldorian elf as are you."

Harry nodded pretending that all this actually made sound sense.

"I suppose you want to know why you are here."

Harry nodded. It would be nice to know the reason behind be torn from his world into another.

"I had Gandalf call you. We have much to discuss."

The elf stood with the grace bestowed upon his people and crossed the room with slow steady steps. When the elf seemed too entranced with the beauty of the gardens outside the window to continue their discussion Harry spoke. "And what is it we need to discuss?"

"Elerossë…"

"My name is Harry," Harry interrupted with clenched teeth.

The elf paused and nodded his head. "Harry… listen you must understand. After my wife Celebrian departed from the shores of Adar…"

"The shores of what?"

"Adar," the elf stressed. "Earth… This place."

"Oh," Harry said. "Why would she leave?"

The elf seemed to be restraining himself from rolling his eyes in a gesture of irritation. "She was taken by orc… the ordeal was too much for her and she had the urge to sail to Valinor."

Harry raised his eyebrows so that they were in danger of being devoured by his fringe. "Riiiiggght."

"Imladris was not safe. For some time I thought this realm would crumble. I took advantage of a great friend's presence and he took my youngest child a mere elfling and took him to a safe place. Lenwë grew up knowing of his heritage but spent his time in the world of the humans looking just like his mortal brethren – a glamorie spell apparently. A wizard named Double Door helped hide Lenwë, or rather James, in the wizard world and cast the same charms upon yourself."

Harry choked and glanced to the door half expecting nice little men in little white coats to burst through and restrain the elf. "Are you insane?"

The elf looked appropriately affronted.

Then Harry thought about what the being said. He choked and then gagged almost violently. "Hold on… wait a minute… that means you're – you're – you're…"

"I'm your grandfather, yes."

Harry pale considerably and swiftly stood. Then very slowly he turned and bolted to the door before the older elf could say anything to him.

The steady slapping of his feet on the soft carpet was accompanied by a call of. ""Elerossë…" Harry turned his head to the side and pushed harder ignoring the indigent glances from other elves as he tore past.

Half way to where Harry assumed the exit might be he collided with another dark haired elf who was carrying quite a stack of books. Parchment, books flew into the air. Harry gasped an apology, bounded to his feet once more and was gone in a matter of seconds.

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Erestor sighed at the pile of his precious books that had been flung rudely from his grasp. True the elfling had stopped long enough to utter a hasty apology – but he could have at least have helped him pick up the mess. After all it was he who was not looking where he was going.

Sighing and muttering about the difficulties with the younger, much younger, generation Erestor was surprised when Lord Elrond skidded around the corner.

"Have you seen a young elf going this way… going quite fast?" Lord Elrond demanded not out a breath because that would be unseemly for an elf.

Erestor frowned deeply and pointed in direction in which the other elf had made his escape.

"Don't worry Ada!" another young elf said coming from behind his twin in his wake. Both were carrying their bows and had their elegant swords strapped to their sides.

"We'll hunt…"

"He means track…"

"Him down before he gets into any trouble…"

"He means before he gets too far from Imladris…"

"He can't out run us after all."

Elrond's head snapped from twin to twin as they spoke from each other. He lifted his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Very well El and El."

The twins grinned at each other and they too raced down the hall knocking the books over that Erestor had re stacked during their conversation.

Elrond watched their retreating backs. He could feel a headache coming on, although he wouldn't admit it being immortal… He turned around and decided he could do with one of his tonics… Preferably a really strong dose.

Erestor was left in the hall with his books. "Fine no body help the secretary. He's unimportant yes…"

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The elvish names for Harry and James I left to fate: ie the elvish name generator was used. They're fun to play around with.

And yes this is a take on all the other stories I've read where it is Lily related to some elf of some kind – except that it is James – just to be different.