Harry chuckled and looked to Hermione, and upon seeing her nod, he turned back and said, "Our decision is to head into the world where the world is on the cusp of a war. We would rather not be involved in the war, if it is at all possible."

Death nodded his head, "It is possible to not be involved in the war, but in order to for it to be done, I must revert yourselves into a younger age group and a different race altogether. Let us speak of where you shall be born, and who you shall be born unto.

Nelion (Harry) and Naeriel (Hermione) were seated by their brook, their backs to the Celtic Rune Stone they had long since set in the center of their home. Nelion's father, Maglor, and mother, Ellisar, had long since passed on to the eternal sleep. Not by choice, mind, but by necessity. Naeriel's mother and father were friends of Nelion's parents and had fell in battle, requesting Nelion's parents watch over Naeriel.

In the course of growing up, the two elves of the Fëanor House and of the Ñoldor found comfort and sanctuary in the woods that surrounded them. Lately, however, it had become apparent that the time would be coming to a head and a war was upon the very land they had sought comfort in for so long. As such, after Maglor and Ellisar had died, the two elves found that they must seek help to travel to Rivendell, a place where they hoped to find a new home; one amongst their own kind.

Unfortunately, they were but seventy summers old, and still quite young to be traveling by themselves. As such, they sent their mated pair of Phoenixes, Fawkes and Hedwig, to search and find someone of a pure and uncorrupted heart to bring them to Rivendell.

Although they remembered their previous life, both Nelion and Naeriel remained pure of heart and of the Elven beliefs. They were no longer human, but now purely Elven, and lived and practiced in such ways. They used their bows, their swords, and staves in such ways.

It was a strange experience being gifted with magicks known only to the Istari, but the two Elflings were gifted with such abilities, and their two sets of the Hollows had molded into two staves, with the ability to do magicks along with the original three uses of the Hollows itself. The Master and Mistress of Death had communicated with Namo (Mandos) quite often about such things. He wasn't as bad as many would be led to believe.

Nonetheless, they were also granted the powers of nature and of the elements, but more so these weren't necessarily power over such things but, rather, willingness to work with nature and the inhabitants within it.

Fawkes and Hedwig would have brought them directly to Rivendell, but none of the four had ever been there, and as such were unsure and unwilling to risk the possibility of getting lost somewhere, especially if it brought danger upon them. They were but young Elflings, even if they were seventy years old, it was still quite young for and to an Elf.

Gandalf was sitting on a rock, smoking from his pipe, as he thought of what he learned. He was but a day's journey from Rivendell, but something was telling him to wait. Shadowfax was resting at the lake to the side of the rock that Gandalf was resting on. Suddenly, two flaming creatures, of Avian decent, appeared before him. He sensed great power, but of lightness, of goodness, he had not sensed in a long time.

The Istari, once known as Olorin, sensed the work of the Valar among him. He slowly stood and bowed to the two Avian creatures, "Greetings," he spoke in a tongue long forgotten, "How may I assist messengers of the Valar."

The male creature before him spoke for his mate, "I am Fawkes and my mate is Hedwig. We are known as Phoenixes, legendary creatures of Fire and Light, from another world entirely, but we are here with our bonded; two young Elfling but of seventy summers old," speaking in the same Elder language as Olorin, "We seek aid to bring them to Rivendell. They are still quite young, and too vulnerable to travel alone, and we are but two creatures. Though powerful, we dare not bring such precious cargo alone, and our love for them would not allow for us to endanger their lives."

Olorin looked shocked, "I see," he said simply and feeling dumbfounded, "I will, of course, help. What must I do and where must I go to help these young Elves?"

The Phoenixes seemed to smile and let off a pair of joyful and happy melodies, which lifted the old and wizened Istari, making him feel happy and light, along with much younger, in ways he had not felt in generations.

Hedwig spoke next, "Release the one known as Shadowfax here, and we will take you to them in an instant, and then return the three of you here. Now that we know this position, we can travel much faster, and at much greater distances than you or others may be able to."

Olorin nodded his head, and after walking over to Shadowfax and removing the burden of his belongings, spoke in common language, "I will no longer be requiring your services, noble Shadowfax, please return to your owner and thank him for your use and for your company. I thank you as well, my friend," and with that Olorin bowed. Strangely enough, Shadowfax seemed to understand and tipped his head, and then began the run back to his home in Rohan and his master.

Once Olorin had his belongings safely secured to his person, he turned to the two Avian messengers of the Valar, "I am ready," he spoke in the ancient tongue.

Nelion was sitting on a rock, looking at his hands, as Naeriel was sitting next to him, looking down at her bow. She sighed, "Well, I sense that Fawkes and Hedwig are nearing us, and it seems they have a visitor as well," she smiled; resting her head on Nelion's left shoulder, as he nodded his head.

Gandalf appeared in a flash of Phoenix Fire, a burst from both Fawkes and Hedwig, who both let off their songs in celebration of being with their bonded once more; Fawkes heading over to Nelion's shoulder and Hedwig flying over to Naeriel's shoulder.

Gandalf looked around at the field he was in, seeing a small home in the distance, and plenty of trees around him, along with a large stone tablet behind the two young, but powerful, Elflings in front of him. The thin, vertical stone tablet though was setting off a lot of magic, and was clearly something of ancient, magical design.

It impressed Gandalf so much, it took him a moment to clear his thoughts and then he spoke, "Greetings and well met, I am known as Gandalf these days, but many are my names in many countries. Mithrandir among the Elves, Tharkûn to the Dwarves; Olórin I was in my youth in the West that is forgotten, in the South Incánus, in the North Gandalf; to the East I go not," he spoke in perfect Sindarin.

Nelion smiled and stood, with Naeriel next to him, "Greetings and well met, Mithrandir, I am known as Nelion, son of Maglor and Ellisar, of the House of Fëanor, of clan Ñoldor. This is my betrothed, Naeriel, daughter of Tinuven and Calbes, of the House of Fingolfin, of clan Ñoldor. Tinuven was the son of Argon and Helchel, of the House of Fingolfin, and the clan of Ñoldor."

Mithrandir nodded his head, thinking of the possible waves this may cause in a merging of the House of Fëanor and the House of Fingolfin. The first thought long lost, and the second being a House that Lord Elrond came from.

Once Mithrandir finished thinking he spoke, "I was unaware that Argon was married, but I suppose there was so much that happened during his life, which was not necessarily recorded at the time," he stroked his beard, "yes, quite possible indeed."

Naeriel smiled, "They rushed the ceremony, due to unfortunate circumstances, such as the Battle of Lhammoth, and they married quickly and in private. They conceived my father, who was taken care of by my grandmother, who left to be with her family due to the heartache she felt. She did not know of my father until she was back home, and by then she was so full of heartache that she could not bear to return home."

Naeriel sighed, leaning against her betrothed for comfort, who stroked her back with his free arm, "She raised my father, Tinuven, until he became of age. By then, Tinuven decided to explore the world and meet the various races. He eventually met my mother, and they in turn traveled the world after becoming betrothed then married. Eventually they met Nelion's father and mother, and requested that should anything happen to them, that Maglor and Ellisar take care of me. Unfortunately, my parents died when I was but one years old, while traveling with Maglor and Ellisar."

Nelion smiled, "My parents, especially my father, made many mistakes and, throughout their long lives, had to repay for their deeds tenfold. We both hope to live up to our family's expectations, and to outlive their mistakes. We wish to be amongst our people and, since you are here, I take it that both Fawkes and Hedwig believe you may be willing to assist us?"