Title: Antien

Disclaimer: Just thought that I would remind you all that I know none of this is mine. IT belongs to J.K. Rowling and J.R.R Tolkien. Though do enjoy.

Author's Note: Sorry this chapter was long in coming but school thoroughly kicked my butt. And even when I was off school for over a week, [looks at calendar] over two now, I wasn't feeling very creative. But other than that here is the chapter and I hope you enjoy it and as always though I don't ask of it often do leave a review!

Chapter XI:

James quickly and quietly traveled the empty halls of Imladris. He had meant to appear right outside his brother's room but in his haste ended up in the outside courtyard. James knew that whatever happened was big and he only hoped that Antien was all right.

Their father was just closing the door when James made it. 'Go on in,' Estel said quietly before making his way toward his study.

James opened the door and gasped.

'It isn't as bad at it looks, brother,' Antien said tiredly from his place in the bed. Antien's skin was ashen white with dark circles under his eyes and he looked barely able to lift his own head.

'Then what do you look like, Antien?' Antien's eyes sharpened at the sound of his name. 'Brother, you look like death warmed over! You really scared me! When you wouldn't wake to our touch—'

'He needed to see what he saw and not even touch would change that.' James jumped at the sound of Locien's voice.

'What did you see then?' James' curiosity won out over anger or embarrassment, only to shrink back. 'Or are you not allowed to tell us?'

Locien answered knowing Antien wondered but had yet to ask. 'While it is beneficial to the seer to talk of his or her visions, often it is not for which the visions are about. James? If Antien saw that you say… fell in love, would you want to know?'

James thought about it. 'Yes, I guess.'

'If the vision your brother sees tells of your death, would you want to know?'

James thought about it. 'No, probably not.'

'You see the seer's dilemma?'

James nodded. 'Is that why they have guides?' James asked.

'Yes, but when guides are not needed they are often given a journal or pensive to record the visions.'

'Not that this isn't enlightening or anything, but I am really tired and want to sleep,' Antien whispered almost asleep as it was. James was just turning to leave when Antien whispered. 'You will certainly have a great year, brother.'

James smiled and escaped quietly while Locien once again took to his silent vigil.

… … … … … … …

Locien never thought he would be so happy to return to Hogwarts. Then again this time he didn't have to sneak around and use the secret passages taught so long ago by his brother.

It was a conscious choice not to pull the boy out of Hogwarts and it had mostly to do with a vision that Vayna had the moment the boy was born. So it was settled that Locien would teach Antien how to control his gift when moments allowed, mostly at night, and then serve as Vayna's assistant and substitute when her health was less than conducive to teaching. So that is how Locien found himself in front of a group of sixth years including his student not long after his return.

He looked down at his notes and groaned at what was there. How did she manage to get so far in history in so short a time?

'She assigned us an era and told us to research and present our findings to the class,' Antien answered, his soft elvish breaking into his teacher's thoughts. 'There was so many of us that no one had the same era, though I think she took vindictive pleasure in giving Merlin's time.'

Mithrandir? He knows about Mithrandir? Locien thought. Just then the bell rang and the class filed in. "Right," he said hesitantly. Then remembered Vayna's advice of not to appear weak in front of the students or they would tear him apart. "My name is Locien Galad and I will be your professor for the day because Professor Galad is not feeling well." He waited for any questions but when there weren't any he continued. "I read over your professor's notes and it seems you have made it to the time of Voldemort." Locien smiled especially when no one flinched. "Since it wasn't very long ago I will ask: what do you know of this time?"

One girl raised her hand and Locien called on her. "We know that Antien is the son of Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived and Chosen One."

"Ah, yes, Harry Potter. That is correct, five points to your house, while that is not what I was really looking for." He looked over the class and waited. Another hand went up and he called on the student.

"We know that Mr. Potter when he was only a year old defeated Voldemort and lived through the Killing Curse."

"And that is what led to the Second Wizarding War," Locien turned to the board and waved his hand and the notes for the class appeared. "I trust that you all read the chapter that was assigned." The class nodded. "Now I guess you will want to hear the story from someone that was there."

He proceeded to tell the story of his role in the final battle and what the history books didn't tell. All too soon to the class the bell rang and the class reluctantly filed out the room until only Antien remained. 'Minneth?'

Antien looked up at his gift guide and Locien was distraught to see tears. 'Minneth? What is wrong?'

'As you spoke… told the story… I saw it in my mind's eye as if I was there. Why?'

'Twas the magic of the telling. Those with great imaginations are able to see such things clear as day. It would have happened the same with Vayna. You are more susceptible to seeing as you are a seer.' Locien smiled. 'Come! It is lunch and I am hungry after dealing with younglings all day.'

… … … … … … … …

Locien slipped into the suite of Vayna and Legolas hoping to check on her before his next class. He found her sitting in the window seat in the parlor with an open book on her lap just looking out the window.

'Naneth?'

She looked up and smiled tiredly. 'How was class, Locien?'

'I spent most of the class wondering how you were so far in history in one semester.'

'I assume that Antien told you.'

Locien nodded his face growing concerned when Vayna did not move to face him. 'Are you all right, Naneth?'

She shifted in her seat. 'Today is particularly bad, ion.' She struggled to stand and Locien had to help her to an armchair. When she was settled her looked him straight in the face and asked the question he had dreaded since his return. 'How long do I have left, Locien?'

He stood there gaping for a moment before turning and attempting to leave but she grabbed his arm stopping him. 'How long?'

He slowly sat on the floor at her feet suddenly exhausted. 'Naneth… Naneth, I can't.'

But she wouldn't let up. 'Locien Galad, how long do I have left?'

'May… maybe June.' He stood and fled the room hoping that if he left it wouldn't happen. But he knew fate wouldn't let that happen.

… … … … … …

Antien stepped out into the cold January air and made his way to the clearing where Legolas held his classes. He was a little early because he had little homework to do during his free period and decided that he needed some time outside of the castle alone.

He drifted just outside the wards of the practice grounds just walking and thinking about his classes and life at Hogwarts and despite the ups and downs wouldn't trade any moment, even when most of them ended with him in the Hospital Wing.

He reached the gate to the practice ring and whispered the spell so he could enter. It was then that he realized that there was a warming spell on the clearing to make it comfortable during the winter though mostly so that the winter cloaks wouldn't hamper their movements. He looked back to the castle and noticed that some of his fellow students were on their way and sighed knowing that his alone time was coming to an end.

This was his first class with Legolas since before Christmas because of his episodes and Locien forbidding him to return right after vacation ended.

"Well, lookie here. Isn't it the teachers pet that has finally decided to join us." Antien didn't even turn to face his tormentor, who he knew to be Gregory Goyle the third grandson of the known Death Eater. "Was the work out too much for you?"

"Need I remind you, that you were the one that went to the nurse after the first day complaining about muscle camps when I watched you not do the cool down exercises and then complain to Professor McGonagall to be dropped from the class?" Antien still didn't look at his attacker but knew and struck just as he attempted to physically attack him. He managed to pin him easily. "Need I also remind you that I have been training since I could walk and you for barely 5 months." The boy under him squirmed and tried to throw Antien off but wasn't able to. "Do you yield?" The boy nodded and Antien allowed him to get up as he retreated to the other end of the field. He wasn't surprised at all when Legolas appeared and both took house points and gave a thorough tongue lashing for the boy that attacked him.

"Are you all right?" Elladan asked coming up behind him.

"Yes. He is just a bully that needed to be put in his place." Antien sighed and turned to the rest of the class. "It is just so hard because I See where they will all be by the end of the year and not all of it is good. Least of all for Goyle."

"Then why want to tell them because it seems that, and I am citing Goyle for this, that they bring it on themselves."

"They do and that is what is so heart breaking."

Legolas calling them may have ended the conversation but not Antien's thoughts.