The Wizarding Prince of Twilight

Chapter 16

Year 440 of the First Age

Miracles, Truths, and a New Dawn

The thunder clapped and the lightning flashed across the sky. The noise rumbled across the earth and almost shook the foundations of the stable he now lay in. He was snuggled up against a smaller black stallion with a white stripe that ran across the center of it's face. This mare almost looked like the lightning that danced across a pitch black sky. Not a surprise seeing as this was the foal bred by Neomíre before he passed five years ago. It broke his heart to see the stallion pass but such was the nature of life and death. He would know seeing as he was the Master of Death. When one life ends another comes to take its place and so on goes the cycle. The lightning shaped mark running across the mare's face almost reminded him of the lightning bolt scar that once decorated his own forehead. It felt so strange not having it now but he certainly didn't miss it. Just like he didn't miss speaking parseltongue. After defeating Voldemort in his last life he found that the ability had disappeared. Most likely dissipating along with the fractured soul shard that broken existence had accidentally integrated into his own soul. Master of Death he may be but he didn't want to try and comprehend what would happen to someone who had fractured themselves so badly. If the beings of power in his old world been as merciful as the one here, would they have tried to save Tom Riddle's soul or what was left of it? Maybe if time travel were not so volatile and unpredictable he would have tried to change Tom's childhood from the mess that it was. 

Would he have been saved? 

Would things have been different?

Or maybe if someone reached out. If Dumbledore had just taken the initiative to intervene rather than just watch like a skulking old man than maybe things would have been different. If someone had just tried and reached out then maybe things would have been different. Sadly for all his hypotheses it was most likely things wouldn't have changed. Delphini had tried and it nearly tore the fabric of reality apart. Heck, some of her reasons weren't even malicious seeing as she just wanted a father, but the harsh truth was that Tom could have probably never been that. For all the maliciousness she was capable of, in the end she truly believed that Voldemort would change if he just saw her and recognized she was his. But the tragic reality was that...it wouldn't have because by the time he fractured his soul he was just incapable of knowing or giving love. Tom was already crafty and devious by the time he was five years old. He would have needed special help if anything were to have changed. Special help that of course nobody bothered to give because it wasn't convenient for them. Sigh, he'd been thinking about his past life a lot lately. The comparisons to this life and the last becoming seemingly endless due to the events that had occurred a month ago. One thing was for certain though. 

His disappointment in the Valar had hit a new Zenith. 

The realization and truth he'd discovered on his latest travel visit had been so intense he couldn't bring himself to speak to anyone for a week. By the time he'd finally garnered enough will to speak to anyone he had settled for seeking comfort in these crossbreeds. Animals were funny in that way. They couldn't speak words but just their presence could serve to quell the emotional turmoil he was now carrying. He thought about going to the lily patch and speaking to the deity but he was afraid he might lose his temper should he start venting about this latest discovery. Besides, he had no doubt it was Eru that led him to the truth in the first place. Honestly, it was still too surreal that being able to talk to them was an actual thing.

Oh bugger....what a month....

He was sure Celebrimbor, Maglor, Fingon, Celegorm, and his grandfather were endlessly worrying about him right now. Though to be fair their worry is quite justified given what he had to do to clean up ANOTHER mess the Valar had left behind. Now don't misunderstand, elves and humans are no saints either but this particular mess was just unbelievable. They have one job and they continue to fail so spectacularly. Seriously, if you're not sure of something than just ask! It's not like becoming the Master of Death came with an instruction manual but at least he could put together what was and wasn't alright. You don't just neglect your responsibilities because you think it'll just fix itself when the world is remade! That is negligent, stupid, and cruelty that stems from unbelievable naivety. 

I really hope that message reached Mandos because if they still don't get it then someone is getting turned into a guinea pig!😡

The doom wasn't enough huh? 

Do I have to hex someone to never sit in a chair again for it to really sink in that none of this is okay??

His mental tirade was interrupted when the foal, well younger stallion, woke up from its nap and snuggled his head. In fact all the horses in the stable had picked up on his unease this last month and taken to forming a pile around him. Their warmth helping to ease the sadness that was now plaguing his mind. Honestly, how could he be such an idiot. His latest stunt had caused such a light show his relatives were left gobsmacked for several days. It was obvious they were already having a hard time understanding his magic but this latest incident would have had anyone else thinking he was an angel or something. 

Which he isn't!

He most definitely isn't!

He'll fling himself into eagle dung before he ever lets someone call him that.

....yeesh...just the idea made his skin crawl. 

There were 10 years left before the Dagor Bragollach and by the time the battle was over he was definitely gonna owe his family, still weird to say, some very serious explanations. Harry/Lómion already knew that ósanwë wasn't gonna cut it for this explanation. Oh no, not even close. Sure, he could show them some of the memories and feelings of his previous life but the problem is that they just wouldn't understand what they were seeing. Besides, for all the love he has for them this just wasn't something he wanted to emotionally repeat. If what happened this last month was anything to go by then he just wasn't ready to show all emotion his past life had garnered. He had moved on, mostly, from it and didn't need his mental healing tarnished. That life was over, but the memories and feelings would stay with him forever. There was sadness but there was love as well, so much love that it made him tear up just to think about it. He's not just Harry James Potter anymore. No, he's Maeglin Lómion now and he has a family that is owed the full truth. Their patience this last decade had touched his soul beyond words. Merlin, he couldn't believe how well Celebrimbor had taken this latest incident. Heck, he couldn't believe he had a cousin he actually got along with! Their comfort during this last month and respect to leave him alone when asked had truly made him realize that he wasn't alone anymore. Eru was right and he was an idiot for being a little shit....well mostly. Sorry, but you don't challenge a marauder and expect nothing to happen. Groan, one thing was for certain though. 

He was going to need a Pensieve for the big reveal. 

Now for all his power and knowledge, he had actually yet to manage making a perfect pensieve. It was after all a mysterious item that was discovered by the founders the day the school was built. They couldn't figure out how to make it and he had only managed some prototypes that shattered after a few uses. He had 666 years worth of memories to unload so a faulty prototype wasn't gonna cut it. However, what differed from that world and this was that there happened to be a special ingredient that might make it work. He had already made the bowl by using mithril as the foundation. A gift that was curtesy of his uncle Curufin's connections with the dwarves. Though his uncle did quirk his brow when he made the request😏, nevertheless he didn't harp him for answers (I wonder why👀). The final ingredient though was the tricky part. He needed a liquid that could tolerate the magic and intensity his memories contained. Regular water didn't work as it just bubbled and evaporated from the intensity of the magic. No, he needed water that was already enchanted and capable of showing images.

..Haha.. well lucky for him there happened to be such a water here in middle earth😈. 

Rumors said that Melian was capable of showing visions of the past, present, and future through a special spring she oversaw in Doriath. Sound familiar? Yup, that's right. That's the same ability Galadriel wielded when the third age came around. No surprise she learned such a trick from her teacher. She must have collected some of the water before the kingdom fell and incorporated its traits into the mirror she had in Lothlorien. A very nice trick indeed, given he'd be taking some of that water for himself when the time came. His uncles might not appreciate it but at some point he was going to have to get into Doriath if he wanted to finish this project. 

Now, was he going to show himself to the denizens of Doriath?🤔

Bullocks NO!🙂↔️

Was he going to send someone with a missive requesting the item?🤔

Nope! 😁

Oh, maybe he was going to try and negotiate some sort of trade? 🤗

Uh....No😇

He didn't have time for that so the solution was obvious. He was simply going to sneak in, take some water and get out before anyone noticed🤭. Besides, if the Valar couldn't see him with his cloak on then there was no way a maia could either. Also, he might as well see what Doriath looks like before it all goes to hell. He'd never verbally say it, but he had to admit he was curious about what this "forest of the thousand caves" looked like and why the book had made such a big hype about it. His thoughts were interrupted when another bout of thunder sounded and a deluge of rain was now coming down outside the stable. The horses around him becoming seemingly unsettled from the noise. He hushed them and starting patting their manes in gentle motions. Sigh, his plans for impending break-ins...cough...cough.....unannounced visits would have to wait. He was getting ahead of himself but at least it wasn't that pressing an issue given the defenses were now nearly complete. They'd be done within the next few months at most. His work time accelerated thanks to his family's aid this last decade.

Sigh, I wonder if I truly do deserve them. This last decade, never mind this past month, had certainly brought more changes and truths to light than he could have ever imagined. 

It was a few months after his 112th begetting day that he found the courage to ask his uncle Maglor about the famous elf known as Cirdan the shipwright. Yes, before anyone asks he is actually called that during this period rather than his original name of Nowë. Even in the book Cirdan was always a very obscure character. The books only told him that aside from being the oldest elf in middle earth, one of the only original elves left on this side of the sea, he was the one that held the responsibility of building ships that sailed to Valinor. Harry/Lómion was aware they had to be a skilled fighter seeing as he survived all the major battles throughout the first, second, and third ages. That elf was also the future adopted father of Gil-Galad, the longest reigning high-king in middle earth. In all honesty though, being known for living the longest isn't exactly a great title. More like a title that'd prompt you to find a replacement as fast as possible given the health risks that come with the position!😬

Bugger, monarchies are so ridiculous I'll never understand them.

Though I certainly can't wait to find out who Gil-Galad is actually related too hehehe 😁

Finally an answer to that mystery! Hermione would love it!

....Well at least I know he's not Fingon's son given his uncle actually isn't married😐

Hmm what a fun challenge this is...

Now why was he thinking about Cirdan you ask? The answer was simple. He was one of the only elves in a position of leadership that seemed to have any sense of how to ACTUALLY lead a specific group of people. There was no instance in the books of him really making any poor decisions or being biased against the humans or edain as they called them in this world. From what he knew Cirdan honestly seemed to be an open minded elf that didn't like getting into conflicts but still fought to defend those who needed it. Cirdan and Thingol had once been friends and were both considered "Teleri" or "Sindar" elves. So it was quite surprising to see how Thingol had truly just up and abandoned his friend to the coast, especially when that orc raid hit the year the Noldor came from across the sea. Honestly, how could Thingol call himself kin to the "Teleri" when he himself abandoned the oldest and most revered one to the orcs. Cirdan had not gone and banned a whole language like Thingol did once the kinslaying became public knowledge but then again Cirdan didn't seem to let power go to his head like a certain someone. 

Though then again, this was all an assumption as far as what type of person Cirdan actually is. Prongs seemed to like him though and from what his friend told him it seemed Cirdan was just tired of all this sadness caused by Morgoth. 

Makes sense given all he's had to deal with. 

It must have really hurt when his grandfather just up and disappeared like that.

....Did Thingol ever even contact Cirdan again after he got married? Did Cirdan ever know Eöl? 

Hmmmm....all questions with no apparent answers. 

Cirdan was different, that much was certain. He may have only spent a short time at the coast during his last months of solo traveling but Harry/Lómion could tell there was something different about that elf even from a distance. 

Maybe I'm hesitant because he's old? 

But to be fair I haven't had the best experiences with anyone old....😓

Ugh...Albus...

Powerful Albus Dumbledore may have been but his life was certainly a lonely one. When looking back Harry/Lómion realized he didn't really know Dumbledore until after he had died. How pathetic is that?😥 He learned more about the old man from Bill and Fleurs wedding than he ever did in the six years he knew him in person. He never even knew how that old man managed to find the resurrection stone of all things. The same stone that he was now keeping in a pocket dimension along with the rest of the hallows. That was certainly a fun trick to learn once he turned 350. Though it seemed to be a trick limited to only the hallows. Any other magical object was otherwise stored in his expanding pouch. He was a dumb teenager then who barely knew how to wield magic but now oh no. Not this time, this time he was going to gather as much information as he could before he approached. Just like with Ulmo, he would gather more info before making the first move. First move being asking for information from his relatives. Regardless he was going to need Cirdan's help once the Bragollach and Silmaril quest were over. 

He had discussed the issue with his relatives and the fact remained that there would simply be too many refugees coming from Dorthonion for their lands to handle long-term should they come all at once. In the years following his warning his Feanorian uncles had managed to invite several of the edain clans to their territories and a good portion had already moved to the plains of Estolad. However, there were still those that chose to remain in Dorthonion. The green fertile lands of the area made it favorable for many edain to inhabit the area. His grandfather had more luck seeing as the House of Hador was a good poster for marketing themselves. But there were still too many that stayed in the area. 

Sigh, he might have to enchant them out of there at this rate or port-key them out before the place got roasted 🤦

Harry/Lómion already knew Finrod would let them in but the question was how long could Cirdan support them until they eventually started starving.

Answer: Not long. 

So the best solution would be too warn Cirdan ahead of time rather than just bomb him with a ballon of people suddenly flooding his lands. 

These were his thoughts as he finished his work in the forge and started heading for his Uncle's new office. Apparently, the old one had been wrecked for some reason and had to have....a wall replaced??? How does that even happen?🤨

Anyway, the new office looked the same as the old one with the only change being that the walls had been painted a feanorian red. He didn't mind since it reminded him of Gryffindors old colors. He paused his thinking as he approached the door, the guards and workers letting him pass after giving only a short glance. He approached the door, knocked, and opened it when he heard a soft "come in."

Again there was his now godfather Maglor sitting on his desk and seemingly filing some paperwork. He smiled as he approached Maglor. 

"Hello Uncle, how are you faring? I hope I'm not interrupting?" he said in an affectionate tone. 

Maglor looked up and smiled when he saw him. A genuine smile gracing his face as he stood up and walked towards him. His uncle then wrapped him up in his arms for a greeting hug. 

I love when he does this. 

It feels so warm. 

My fëa hasn't ached since the truth came out. 

"I am well Pitya, and you never interrupt me. Come sit, I'll ask for tea to be brought. Now, what can I do for you?" said Maglor as he let him go, placed a hand on his cheek for a moment, and led him to the couch before calling for tea. 

"Thanks uncle. Umm how do I say this...I guess I was wondering if I could ask your opinion about someone?" he said as he quizically tilted his head and took the now brought cup.

For whatever reason Maglor seemed to look at him for a second. He looked almost nervous about who he was going to ask about. 

Well it's not like I'm asking about Thingol or Manwë 🙄

"Of course Pitya, I just hope I can be of some help. Who is it exactly you are curious about?" said Maglor in a calm voice. 

Well here goes. 

"Well what do you think of Cirdan? You know Cirdan the Shipwright? He's the elf lord that oversees the falas. I saw him once during those 17 months I was traveling before meeting you all. I guess I just want to know what type of person you think he is? Didn't you all save him and his people when you landed in Beleriand. He might have been going by Nowë then?" he said in an assessing tone that highlighted his desire to correctly identify the person in question. 

Maglor's eyes visibly widened at something he said and proceeded to answer. 

"Lómion did you get that information from history books? How did you know that was what he was once called? Very few know that was Cirdan's former name" said his Uncle in a soft voice that almost gave off the insinuation he already knew why he was aware of such information. 

Oops, looks like I did it again. 

"Really? It's not commonly known his name is Nowë? Well that's odd but anyway I just happen to know. I guess you could say it's my foresight in a way. But the point is what type of person do you think he is? Is he resentful of the Noldor after the news of Alqualonde was released? Is he biased towards the edain? Have you ever noticed something...different about him?" he said in a way that stemmed from his former Auror training of collecting effective information. 

Maglor looked contemplative for a moment before sighing and looking him right in the eye.

"Cirdan was indeed angry about the news of Alqualonde but if you're comparing him to some of the elves of Doriath then I would say they are quite different. Cirdan is not one to permit violence nor take a life for that matter. He never struck me as the vengeful type either. I honestly have not seen or contacted him since the Mereth Aderthad. I do not know what he thinks of the edain seeing as I do not believe any of them have made it to the sea yey, but I do doubt he would hold them in contempt unless they openly tried to harm someone. Pitya may I ask why you are inquiring about him? I will admit I am curious" said Maglor in the tone a father would take when worrying their child was up to something. 

Well I suppose that's fair given I did ward their houses without permission...well some of them without permission.

...Oh dear I just finished making all the boulders for Hithlum too😏. 

"Well I was curious. He's the oldest elf in middle earth yet so little is known about him? I know Ulmo favors him and that's made me wary of going near the sea for too long. It's a pity really because I actually like the sea(Ulmo likes that🤩). But I guess what I'm trying to know is something more specific. Do you think he would take in the refugees from Dorthonion if asked? I don't want him getting flooded with refugees without any forewarning and running out of supplies. Edain need to eat and rest a lot more than elves and if the place is only resided by elves than those people are going to starve FAST. Unless Ulmo decides to be generous and throw fish at them (Maybe🤭). But even if he did that wouldn't give them the regular nuturition they need to stay healthy" he said in a very realistic and intelligent manner that wouldn't be seen with most his age. 

Maglor's eyes went wide and his brows quirked upward at what he said. For a moment his face softened and he almost looked...proud? Why would he be proud? Isn't this just common knowledge? 

"Once again Lómion you sound wiser than your years give you credit for. You amaze me pitya but at the same time I feel I should be concerned where this knowledge comes from. Nevertheless I do not think Cirdan would turn them away. He doesn't strike me as the type. I think he's too old to care for such things. Are you perhaps thinking of warning him in a way?" said Maglor in a manner that basically didn't sound like it was even a question. 

Oh you think he's old now....😏

"Well yes I was thinking of warning him and perhaps seeing what everyone else thought before I approached?" he said since for once he actually was.

Well this is certainly new. Normally I'd have just gone and dun it.

But...I don't want to worry them. 

..Merlin...

Am I ever going to get used to this?

Maglor just quirked his brow looking a bit surprised before giving an almost knowing grin.

"Oh? Am I to assume you're asking permission? My how kind of you pitya. Though perhaps it would behove you to seek the opinions of the others first. They may know something that I do not, especially your haru. Oh and pitya, if you do decide to approach please do not alter Cirdan's person without so much as a "by your leave." I fear for Nelyo's health should you do so" he said in an affectionately sarcastic and parental manner that screamed "don't even think about doing something crazy again young man."

Harry/Lómion had the decency to look almost cowed at that statement as he pursed his lips together in slight embarrassment. He then looked away and drank the rest of his tea.

"Yes uncle Maglor, I promise" he said before he hugged his uncle one more time than proceeded to leave and use the next few weeks to follow his advice. 

It had been nearly a month since his conversation with Maglor and everyone pretty much had the same thing to say about Cirdan. Maedhros was especially verbal at detailing how nonviolent Cirdan was and how he just seemed to be wary of trouble finding his lands. 

..Ironic considering his lands would soon be taking swimming lessons from the fish...

...ugh thanks Ulmo😓

His grandfather though did say something very interesting and in truth almost gave him a bad feeling. A bad feeling that told him keeping secrets from said elderly elf may turn into a challenge equivalent to winning the quidditch world cup. 

It was during one of his monthly visits to his haru in Barad Eithel that he decided to ask and his grandfather had responded with a quirked brow and an almost uncomfortable grimace. 

"I will admit I haven't seen him in more than a century but I can certainly say there's something different about him. It sometimes felt like you couldn't keep a secret from him. Twas as though he knew more than he let on. He does have a warm feel to him though. Had I known my own Haru I think he would have felt something like Cirdan. He is a very kind elf Lómion but war has made him weary. I do not think he would be cruel to you though. Nay, he would never harm an elfling and do not even try to deny that my young one. You are young and I will enjoy it while I can. Though I must say, I presume you plan not to approach him as yourself hmm?" said his haru as he gently patted his head. 

They were actually in Fingolfin's personal chambers. It was nighttime and they were alone so he was able to change back from a rabbit to an elf. They were both lying on the couch and he was leaning into his grandfather's side. His grandfather holding him while patting his head. 

This is such a twist...

I haven't done this since my parents but it just feels so right.

Hmm...something he said is concerning. 

"I was planning to send a letter while seeing how he reacts as a falcon. That's my usual go to when I'm not sure of things. But I suppose you already knew that huh. Umm haru...when you say you never met your haru. Do you mean Finwë's father? Why exactly is that?" he said in a somber tone as somewhere deep inside he almost feared the answer. 

His grandfather was silent for a moment and bent his head down to look at him before pulling him closer. 

"...There were stories. Some said they didn't sail and wanted to stay. Others said...that the shadow found them and to what fate occured after I know not. I never asked my father about it since it seemed he didn't want to talk about it. All I know is that your great grandfather Finwë was descended from Tata and Tatië. The second elves to awaken on the shores of Cuiviénen. Twas quite a story that not many now know of. Though probably because it can be sad to speak of those dark days. But I think that's enough talk of such things for tonight pitya. I believe it's time we both get some rest" said his grandfather as he held him close and pulled him to his chest as though trying to lull him to sleep. 

It seemed to work as he fell asleep almost instantly. His grandfather's fëa touching his in an inexplexible warmth. 

Though despite the warmth that now ensconed him Harry/Lómion knew that something was wrong. 

A wrongness that stemmed not just from his Haru's words but at the deep innate feeling that the Master of Death's power would soon be gravely needed. 

Another two months would pass before Harry/Lómion decided it was time to approach the famous shipwright. He had spent the past two weeks thinking of how to approach Cirdan and scouting the places the elf seemed to frequent. His family informing him to NOT cause an incident before leaving on his broom. 

No, he was not stalking an old man. 

No, he was not attempting to be creepy either. 

Rather than follow Cirdan as an animagi he followed him as himself while always on his broom and covered by his cloak. If this were his past life he would have been so happy to be near the sea. He loved taking walks along the coast with Ginny and their children. He even continued to do so during his final days. But he just couldn't do that and risk getting sneaker waved by Ulmo. His tent was pitched at one of the high reaching cliffs that were a bit more inland from the coast. He'd placed several wards around the tent, more so than his usual just to be safe. Bloody hell he's even been sleeping with his cloak on.

Merlin's beard how many times have his twin uncle's tried to sneak away using this thing🤦

I'm having a real hard time believing those two aren't the reincarnations of Fred and George.

Yup, most definetly not giving them brooms!

Well his grandfather was certainly right about his explanation; this elf was definetly different. During these last two weeks there was more than one instance where he swore that elf was looking right at him. But there's no way that could be possible because he was wearing his cloak and had already cast several "silencio" and "notice me not" charms. Hmm maybe he just does that. Well aside from the near panic inducing incidents Harry/Lómion had to say this elf didn't just feel different but also looked different. 

Even from a distance Harry/Lómion could tell that Cirdan was taller than most of the Sindar elves he'd seen. Cirdan looked like he was about 7'4 which was odd for a Sindar or a Teleri in this case. Cirdan also seemed to have very bright silver eyes that seemed to have a hint of iron brown in them. His hair wasn't blonde per say but a very wheatish colored light blonde. It would almost look pale brown under the sun's glare. Though the most surprising of the whole thing was his beard. Yup, one fact confirmed from the book was that Cirdan was the first elf he'd ever seen with a beard. It didn't look too long...well yet. But it certainly did reach past his chin and he seemed to tie it with very small braids. 

He had to say that his short trip here last time certainly didn't do the place justice. The falas was indeed a small territory but it seemed more welcoming than any of the others he had seen. The whole place seemed to be decorated with white wash verandas and homes styled with an open pillar theme comparable to the city of Dubrovnik in Croatia. The isle of Balar, where all the refugees hid during the war of wrath, seemed to be only an hour boat ride away from the mainland. A distance quite similar to Lokrum island in Croatia as well. Plus it did not seem to be an exagerration that Ulmo indeed favored the Teleri. The protection Harry/Lómion first felt in Barad Eithel from the river Sirion was far more potent here than there. It felt like the sea was eminating a pressing force that was determined to push back evil. Those orc boats definetly weren't getting passed that. 

Hmmm no wonder this place stayed safe for so long. 

Wait didn't Ulmo talk to Cirdan at times? Or was that through dreams or something? 

As far as he knew the Valar were capable of communicating with people through dreams though that hadn't happened with him even once. 

....Now that he thought about it, that actually was a bit surprising given all the "bug off's" he's pulled. Well at least he knew his mental protections were working right. There may have been one instance a few years back where he felt someone was trying to get in but it may have been a false alarm (You sure🤭?). No, the only one who could pull that off would be Eru but he'd happily let them in. 

Maybe MAYBE he'd let Ulmo, Namo, or Nienna in but that was doubtful. Ulmo had more of a chance given he was positively portrayed and seemed to be actively trying to help. He almost felt bad for that Vala honestly. He gives good advice but the idiots don't listen🤦. His cousin Orodreth being a perfect example. 

Yes you idiot if a Vala is telling you that death is coming then you should probably listen. For Pete's sake I'm the Master of Death! Just blow the dang bridge for goodness sake and be done with it! I'll even help! One nice "Bombarda" and it's all over. Why would you listen to someone that clearly doesn't know what he's doing?!

I can't believe Turin is even related to Tuor. Sure the guy had been cursed and I'm determined to prevent that from happening but I can't save someone from being stupid. 

Crabbe being the perfect example when he set the room of requirement ablaze using a fiendfyre spell he had never even used before!

Me and my friends were able to save Malfoy and Doyle but it was too late to save him. 

Oh there is no way I'm letting anyone else die from stupidity. If Orodreth ignores Haru when he gets summoned than I'm shooting a "stupify" right at his head! I'm sure Finduilas will thank me eventually.....at least I hope. 

Sorry haru..😥

It's crazy how similar in age his young self and Turin were when all the madness happened. However, one big difference between them was that Harry had amazing friends to help him while Turin didn't. Well he did but then Turin went and accidentally killed Beleg. Merlin's beard he'd really have to keep an eye on that kid if he wanted to prevent all that. Plus Professor McGonagall had put it best. He didn't survive by his wits. Oh no "sheer dumb luck" was her VERY accurate way of putting it and he would never argue about it. 

But getting back to the matter at hand. These last two weeks had definetly confirmed that Cirdan seemed to be a kind elf. From what he could tell he wasn't prejudiced and was open to helping others. One perfect example being when he heard Cirdan gave Aegnor and Andreth their own house right by the sea a ways outside of Sirion. So it was with that final assessment that Harry/Lómion decided to approach the elf on a calm summer afternoon. 

Cirdan's office wasn't hard to access given it had an open air theme and he had a bigger house than the rest in Sirion. It still seemed quite humble for the home of a Lord, but it made Harry/Lómion respect him for that. It really was beautiful and homey given it rested right by the water. 

Yup, definetly not a gaudy prude like Turgon...ugh.

He pulled his usual trick of turning into a Saker Falcon and holding a letter he had written right in his beak. He had been perched on Cirdan's desk for a few minutes before the door to the office finally opened and through it came the oldest elf in Beleriand. 

The elf paused for a moment when he saw him but oddly enough just quitely closed the door behind him before slowly walking towards the desk. Harry/Lómion walked a little closer to him with the letter still in his beak and held it up to him. One of Cirdan's wheat colored eyebrows just quirked up and his head tilted a bit at the sight of the letter.

.....🤨

.......Why does he look like he's smirking?

Cirdan finally reached his hand out and gently took the letter from him. The older elf then did something he wasn't quite expecting. The moment he took the letter, he placed it in his other hand and started stroking the feathers on the top of his head with his now free one. He couldn't help the cooeing "chirp" that came out. Cirdan just had a light smile on his face at the noise and continued to do so for a few more moments. Eventually he stopped and reached for a small jar that seemed to have some snacks in them. Said snacks apparently being dried meat for messenger birds! The older elf fed him a few pieces and he loved it! 

Okay I officially like him! 👍

The older elf chuckled a bit when he saw Harry/Lómion's enthusiasm at the treat. He even spread his wings in delight at the smooth taste the meat had. By the time he finished Harry/Lómion was feeling content when the older elf finally decided to speak in a voice that almost sounded musical and sage like. 

"Well don't you seem to love attention. A very sweet bird you are indeed. I had heard tell of an interesting falcon flitting about. I believe your master was the one who sent a very kind couple to my lands as well as instigated some very interesting changes in the music of Arda. I believe it was a certain Doom disappearing. My Lord Ulmo was quite vocal about that" said Cirdan in an all knowing voice while a smile graced his face. 

....Oh so they noticed that huh😏

Well tough beans.

At least this confirms Ulmo does talk to him.

"Don't misunderstand little bird for the Lord of Waters did not have anything negative to say rather it sounded the closest thing to jubilation I have ever heard from him. He's quite eager to meet this 'mysterious' master of yours who now seems to have graced me with a correspondence. I must say I'm curious to see what this letter says" said Cirdan in a tone that radiated he knew more than he was letting on as he started opening up the letter.

I'm sure he would but I'd like to not get my feathers wet in an emergency escape! 

I seriously doubt he has something nice to say to me...(He does!🤭)

His mental tirade was interrupted when  Cirdan started reading the letter aloud. 

Dear Lord Nowë Cirdan,

It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I hope this letter finds you well. I would first like to start off by thanking you for taking in the couple I sent to your lands and keeping their location secret. It means a great deal to me that they can be happy in peace. Should you ask it of me, I would be more than happy to compensate you in any way I can. You need only send a reply with my friend and it shall be done. 

Secondly I'm afraid my reason for this correspondence is not all pleasantries. I'm not sure if you've heard it from the Lord of Waters but I have foreseen a great battle on the horizon that will leave many without homes or food. Said battle will not happen for more than a decade from now but I felt it prudent to warn you ahead of time. For soon there will be many refugees streaming into your lands as a result of the devastation that even I cannot prevent. I hope you have the heart to take them in and give them safety for a time. The planes of Estolad and Nargathrond will be open to them as well. However, I'm afraid Doriath will not be an option for I have foreseen King Elu Thingol will not take them in nor will he provide them aid.

Cirdan paused in his reading when he read that sentence. He looked as though someone had told him something that broke his heart. Harry/Lómion didn't like seeing him sad. But Cirdan quickly schooled himself and resumed reading. 

I know I ask much of you and that this may be more than your lands can handle for a long period. Should you need aid or supplies you may call for aid from the High King Fingolfin or the Sons of Fëanor as they will most certainly send aid through the secret path of the Noldor. I know you may be angry with them for their past actions but lives are at stake and fighting amongst ourselves will only aid the shadow that stirs in the North. If we start fighting amongst ourselves then we are truly doomed. But if you truly do not wish to contact them than I will bring as much aid as I can through correspondence of my friend. The Sons of Fëanor, Aegnor, and the House of Fingolfin know of me but none else do. 

I would most certainly like to keep it that way. I'm afraid working in secrecy has been paramount to my success and I plead you to trust me when I say you cannot inform others of my existence. Please my Lord do not inform Doriath or any other Arafinwions of my contacting you. For I have foreseen such actions will cause not but hardship for us all.

I want to believe my friend when he told me you were a kind and wise lord that sought to end the strife in this land. I believe you have met him. A certain shining white stag that came to the Havens some years ago. 

I wish you well my Lord and hope you stay safe. 

Sincerely,

The Master of the White Stag

When Cirdan finished reading the letter he moved towards the nearest chair and promptly sat himself on it. For a moment he covered his face with one hand and let out an almost pained sigh. He then pressed his hands to his forehead before resting his elbows on the desk he was perched on. But before he could do anything Cirdan lowered his hands and looked right into his bird eyes with a sad look.

I don't like seeing him sad...maybe this was a bad idea. 

"You know that beautiful stag was the first glimmer of hope I've had in so many centuries. The Master of that magnificent being flooded me with joy I had long near forgotten. Funny given an elf is supposed to have near perfect memory. But forget I did for it has been long since we have had true peace" said Cirdan as he looked at the bird form of Harry/Lómion as though he knew he were talking to a person. 

You can't be expected to hold on all the time when all seems bleak.

...I would know... 

It took so much just to convince Aberforth..

"But do you know something young one. Tis not the knowledge of this impending battle that hurts me. Nay, tis the knowledge that once again Elwë will choose not to help others and abandon the world around him. I waited for him...I waited for him to come when the orcs laid seige on my lands. I waited for him when he disappeared and many went looking for him, only to learn he wedded a maia and that somehow made him privy to becoming a king? A king that hides away and uses the power of his wife to seclude himself in a false safety that could hang by a thread. He hates the Noldor for their sins yet he has committed his own. I do not hate the Feanorians young one for I know they repent their actions. He holds onto anger when all that does is poison the fëa. I have tried to spread my teachings against such behavior but it did not stick until your friend came and that beautiful couple became the representation of what change looks like" said the old elf in a tone that radiated hope but also sadness at the knowledge of what his old friend had become. 

...wait a minute...

What did he just say?

"You know I really should not be speaking such things in front of a child. I would be a horrible adult if I left you with a biased opinion of Elwë. He was a good leader once and a kind elf that I deeply cared for. I truly do hope that one day he will be such an elf again. In addition you need not fear me refusing the refugees. I would be glad to house them should they seek aid. Now, I would reply to your master.......but I believe I am already speaking to him. Aren't I little prince?😉" said Cirdan with a quirked brow and a shit eating grin decorating his face as he looked at the falcon that was now gazing at him with eyes the size of platters.

......

😳

..huh?????

How did he??!! 

"Please do not be afraid Prince Lómion for I mean you no harm. I have been told of your coming by a certain red haired cousin of yours that feared you may 'do something to my person without consent' as he so eloquently put it. He was also quite fervent in telling me to forego consuming anything that could be spiked. It seems your antics have spooked the hardiest of the Feanorians for life. An achievement I must applaud you for" said Cirdan as he leaned his head on his right hand and almost looked like he was laughing at the memory.

What the??!!😳

UNCLE MAEDHROS!!!!!!

"Oh goodness you couldn't imagine my surprise when ANOTHER messenger arrived only a month ago with a letter detailing several apologies should strange events start occurring around my home. I was beginning to question if High King Fingolfin had lost his wits when his letter rambled on about mysterious boulders floating and murderess auras coming from his home. It would seem he was left speechless when his home suddenly became inhospitable on one winters night with no warning whatsoever" said Cirdan in a tone that screamed he was "loving" watching the falcon in front of him drop its jaw and let out a startled "squak" at what he just said. 

Haru!!!!! 

That was one time!!!!! 😨

It's not my fault you weren't home by the time I fell asleep!!

Okay yes maybe Elvion did jump out a window interror 😓 but come on!! He survived didn't he!

"Fear not young prince for your secret is safe with me. I will admit it was not just your family that warned me about you. I'm afraid Lord Ulmo may have mentioned you to me a bit. You see a glowing stag running across his waters was a sight even he would be hard pressed to miss unless he'd suddenly gone blind and deaf all at once haha" said Cirdan as he let out a hearty laugh that might not have been heard for a long time. His feathers were puffing out and bristling while he did. 

Why that....that! 🤯

Oh I'm getting him back for this! 

You better watch out Ulmo because I may very well shoot an "Expulso" right into your bloody ocean! But not before I have a word with myuncle! I mean really it's not like I turned him into a pheasant! 

One time!

One time and all of a sudden your blacklisted for life! 

(It was in that moment that both the Lord of Waters and Maedhros Feanorian suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to FLEE)

By the time Cirdan stopped laughing the falcons feathers had puffed up to the point he looked like a fat chicken. A smile graced the old elf's face as he moved his fingers towards his feathered chest in an attempt to soothe the angry bird. Bugger, it worked too because he started settling down from the affection. 

"Now now young one there's no need to be so upset. You truly have a good heart to worry about this old elf. You've never met me until now and yet you see fit to try and protect those you know not of. Would this world been filled with more of those like you I believe it would be a much better place" said Cirdan as he continued to pet the upset falcon that was steadily calming down at the gentle ministrations. 

Now why does that sound familiar.

Oh right...he sounds like Bilbo. 

...He may be the first nice old man I've ever met in both lives.

"However, be that as it may I feel I must inform you child that the lives of others are not solely your responsibility. Children, and do not argue with me young one because I know you are young, are meant to be protected from the horrors this world can bring. It is not the responsibility of the youth to clean up the messes of the adults. I may not know your exact age but I do know there are those that worry for you on account of your pension to jump into situations you shouldn't have been in to begin with. Please remember young Lómion that you are not alone. You have a family that worries for you and I would be most pleased to lend an ear should you need it" said Cirdan in a tone that radiated kindness and true wisdom that came from care rather than manipulation.

He doesn't sound anything like Dumbledore.

There was never anyone that said that in his old life. 

None of the adults at least. 

Everyone just always said "Harry is our last hope" .....I was just 17....

Why am I only hearing this now? 

The only one who remotely acted like this was Professor McGonagall or.......Sirius..

Bugger this is so different.

It's been seven years already. Shouldn't I be used to this by now. Ugh

If he weren't a bird at the moment he might have started tearing up but his falcon form could only twitch. It seemed Cirdan picked up on his feelings as he extended his arm out for him to perch on. Harry/Lómion got the message and jumped from the desk onto the old elf's waiting arm. Cirdan then started rubbing his head with a finger as he started walking toward the balcony connected to his office. 

"Do not be sad young one for you will see the truth of my words in time. I do not pretend to understand all the secrets of the world but I do know there are those that seek to guide and protect us. No one is perfect and there are just some things we cannot control or do without a little help. Everyone makes mistakes young one, but it is what we do about those mistakes that matters. Now, I believe it's about time you should be getting home. Do give my regards to your family. I believe they shall be pleased I have not become victim to your supposed antics" said Cirdan in the tone a kind old man would take when giving advice and making a joke all at once. 

This guy sounds like a mix of both Gandalf and McGonagall....ooohh what an image. 

Before Harry/Lómion took off from his perch on Cirdan's arm he made a point to jump on the elf's shoulder and cuddle his head in thanks before taking off towards his tent on the cliffs. 

He did not see the smile that graced the elf's face or that it is was soon accompanied by a look of worry. The wind blew his wheat colored hair and a strong sea scent filled his nose. 

"Be well child for I hope your heart does not yield from whatever adversities are thrown in your path"

In that moment a strong wave splashed against Cirdan's home and a mental message from the Lord of Waters was heard in the mind of the oldest elf in middle earth. 

"Yes my Lord Ulmo I certainly hope that child does not come to hold anger towards you as well. Though, I'm afraid we can only wait and see." 

It was the night Harry/Lómion was celebrating his 115th begetting day in the Gap and all his family had come for a small family gathering. He loved these gatherings seeing as they were much more quiet and peaceful compared to boisterous parties that sponsored a horde of people. They did mention throwing a party for him once but he kindly rejected it on account of the reminder of the gaudy fake parties thrown for him in Gondolin. The only ones who ever got him gifts during those days were either Turgon or Idril and they were usually always the same things. Idril always got him pastries or writing quills while Turgon got him forging tools. Of course she stopped getting him anything after the necklace incident. Now, don't get him wrong. He was of course grateful for the gifts considering his birthday was never celebrated for the first 11 years of his life back in his previous world. But his birthdays in Gondolin were indeed nerve wracking considering he always feared for his life, didn't have his powers, and was always subject to the whispers of the other Gondolindrum. Now, his begetting days in Nan-Elmoth were indeed special because his father would always take the day off to spend time with him and his mother. They used to have a tradition of having a picnic out in the forest when the stars were at their brightest in the evening sky. Those were days he would always treasure. Of course such activities started to wane by the time Harry/Lómion turned 55. Though he did hope that maybe one day such days would return. 

Well only of Eöl apologizes of course.

...Apologizes A LOT that is. 

Had he stayed in Gondolin he'd probably be Lord of the House of the Mole by now. A house he didn't even want nor would know what to do with. He didn't want to be in charge of anything. He had enough of it in his last life and certainly didn't want it now. Hah not that Turgon would have cared for his opinion. That elf almost reminded him of Cornelius Fudge now that he thought about it. Both men seemed to have a knack for ignoring reality and condemning anyone that tried to tell them that something dangerous did infact exist. Harry never felt bad for Cornelius. That man let fear consume him and cloud his judgment to the point he let that horrid excuse of a human Umb**** terrorize the school with her medieval tortures. She deserved what she got during her time with the centaurs and eventual imprisonment in Azkaban. Bless Peeves for whacking that hag with a walking stick. She was a horrid person and the living amalgamation of what prejudice could conjure. It was quite shocking to learn that she and her father had abused her own mother and magicless brother to the point they fled into the muggle world and were never seen again. By the time the war was over and the cronies were arrested he was up to his neck in policies designed to change the views of the next generation. Never mind when he was elected the leader of the Wizengamot. 

Yeah no.

He was done with responsibilities.

He'd gladly yeet himself out the nearest window before he got dumped with anything remotely related to politics. That was just one of the many reasons he didn't want people calling him "prince." Yes, he let it slide with Cirdan considering he couldn't really talk but still. 

Though he did ask Erestor during their usual lessons what age elves were supposed to be given "responsibilties." Admittedly Erestor had seemed confused by the question and responded that such things wouldn't be an issue till he was at least over 300. And even then he would be given the minimal seeing as elves needed to enjoy their youth as much as possible before being integrated into the adult world. 

Perhaps he shouldn't have replied to that with the fact that Turgon was planning to have him lead a whole house by the time he has just over 105. If the momentary wide eyes Erestor had that day followed by the loud banging and yelling he heard that night were anything to go by. He thinks it was probably safe to say that Turgon wasn't supposed to be having him do such things. 

Blimey, the original Maeglin from the book had it rough. 

Well at least that gave him another reason to pat himself on the shoulder for a job well done on his immediate evacuation of said toxic pit hole. His begetting days with his current family had always been nice. All of his Feanorian uncles had taken to getting him a wide array of gifts. They would always range from clothes, food, weapons, hand made jewelry (He loved those), animal furs, blankets, paintings, and even musical pieces. His haru and Uncle would go nuts with the gifts to the point their versatility was just staggering. Though he loved the gifts that involved spending time with his maternal family overnight. One time his haru had taken him riding with him under the night sky and he absolutely loved it when they camped out under that starry night. Fingon always told him some of the best stories about his mother while rubbing his ebony furry back and belly. It was so funny to hear how similar he was to her in her penchant for causing mischief. Out of all his relatives it seemed Fingon was the most accepting of the wonders of magic.

Now, while he did plan to be upset with his haru and Maedhros for their little snitching stunt. In the end he didn't have the heart to be mad considering they had bribed his forgiveness out of him using tarts. 

Well it's not a treacle tart but I suppose I'll be the bigger person. Besides they already apologized so I suppose I'll let it go just this once.

His 115th begetting day would also yield one more special surprise and that would be his time to finally meet his cousin Celebrimbor who was otherwise known by his nickname Tyelpe. If there was one word to describe Tyelpe, it was surprising. This elf was not what he was expecting given the limited knowledge he had from the books. Sweet Merlin his appearance didn't even really match what was portrayed in the book. Rather than black Tyelpe's hair was a dark chocolatey brown and contrary to his father's silver he had inherited his mother's crystal blue eyes. It was a rare mix to be sure and his cousin had a very kind face rather than his father's sharp features. For a moment he was hesitant to form a relationship with him given his latest disaster with Idril and what he knew from the book. However, his concerns would soon be metaphorically "Incendio'd" to dust once Tyelpe opened his mouth. He'd forever remember the first thing his elder cousin said to him.

As soon as Harry/Lómion's eyes met the sky blue one's of his cousin, the elf had immediately speed walked towards him with a bright smile on his face and said. 

"So you're the cousin who turned my Atar blue! That was an amazing trick!! It was so funny I nearly fainted. Please tell me you can teach me...umm but don't tell Atar though" 

He couldn't help it. He let out an indignant snort and started giggling so hard it sounded like a tinkling bell was echoing in the room. As soon as he started Tyelpe immediately covered his mouth in embarrassment while the rest of his relatives looked so happy to hear the sound. 

Needless to say, they got along swimmingly after that. Following that night Harry/Lómion found that they were so in sync with each other you would have thought they were twins. Tyelpe was an absolute curious Nelly that didn't fear learning new things. He was absolutely sure this elf would have been sorted into Ravenclaw given his absolute pension for seeking knowledge and innovating things to ethical heights. One thing did stay accurate from the book though, and that was the fact that Tyelpe was a genius smith like his father and grandfather. Contrary to Idril, Tyelpe never hounded him to act like a "prince" and never harped on him to show him new magic tricks. 

Well he may have never asked but what could he say Harry/Lómion had a penchant for...experimenting 😏

The year following his initial meeting with Tyelpe, he'd taken to showing him how to ride a broom. 

In secret of course. 

After he showed his relatives his broom that first time, he did offer to teach them but they had downright refused. Well everyone except Celegorm, Fingon, and the twins🤦. He may not have showed the twins how to fly but he did teach Celegorm and Fingon a thing or two. Fingon almost landed on his head the first time he tried while funny enough Celegorm never fell off...though there was one instance where Huan started chasing him because he thought the broom was a toy or something. That bloody Goliath almost ended up chewing his Nimbus into oblivion. 

Now why were they keeping Tyelpe's flying lessons secret you ask? 

Well if you'll recall there was a certain incident a few years back that may have caused Curufin to fly out a window and nearly break his neck. 

In hindsight it was Curufin's fault for messing with something he didn't understand but Lómion can't really judge. He's pulled enough stunts in both lifetimes to be permanently exempt from judging others in any sense. They usually did their flying lessons whenever Curufin was away on business with the dwarves. Things were going fine until three months after starting their lessons in an empty section of the forest they heard a loud "Eh hemm."

They were frozen solid when they looked behind themselves to find their Uncle Celegorm giving them a "busted" look while Huan sat beside him and was wagging his tail in delight. No doubt delight at the gobsmacked and pale looks decorating their faces. 

The one time I don't bring my cloak!

That blasted dog and his nose!

"Well well what do we have here Huan. Two naughty boys going for a flight with seemingly no adult supervision. Tell me Tyelpe. I don't suppose my brother is aware of these little lessons is he? I seem to recall him developing a certain fear of flying following an incident with his smock and Lómion's broom" said his Uncle Celegorm as an unimpressed look decorated his handsome face followed by a quirk of his brow that screamed "really?"

"Well Uncle...you see..the thing is.." said Celebrimbor as he scrambled to try and think of a feasible answer.

Are you joking? Isn't this elf supposed to be older than me?! Come on I could have thought of over 20 excuses by now! (Experience from dealing with Snape🤣)

"Save it. I know Lómion's been teaching you how to ride that thing. I hope you know your father may go ballistic if he finds out. Honestly, if you were going to pull a stunt like this couldn't you have at least done it outside the Pass. I don't know if you're aware Tyelpe but your littlest cousin seems to be an expert at being hidden when he wants" said his Uncle as he stared right at Harry/Lómion with a look that screamed "don't think I've forgotten all the headaches you've caused me you little sneak."

Harry/Lómion had the decency to feel cowed as he looked down in embarrassment. 

"So what now? Are you gonna tell Uncle Curufin?" he asked as he stared at his silver haired uncle in anxiousness. However, rather than lecturing them his uncle began sporting a toothy grin. 

"Tell Curvo? Hahaha oh no. What would be the fun in that? Besides I think it's about time I get more practice in with this thing. You never know when it might come in handy. Plus, I know you two goblins will just figure out a way to practice even if I did. So I might as well be in on this and be the responsible adult that oversees this training" said Celegorm as he came closer and nabbed the Nimbus from Harry/Lómion's hand. 

I knew there was a reason I liked this elf.

No wonder him and Nana got along so well.

This elf is a wild marauder in the making.

And so time passed and another six months went by before they were all subsequently caught. Of all the ways to be caught doing something you weren't supposed to it just had to be in that specific manner. His famous "luck" really liked to be the bane of his existence now matter the lifetime! 

The three of them were flying over the castle in Himlad when Tyelpe suddenly found it prudent to let go of his broom in an attempt to try a new trick. 

Now before I continue let me just go over the three most basic rules of flying. 

Rule #1

When first riding a broom it is very important to NEVER let go of said broom.

Rule #2

When riding a broom NEVER let go of the broom even if you've been riding the thing for several years!

Rule #3

And this is the most important one. NEVER let go of your broom for ANY reason whatsoever because you will probably fall and DIE! 

You know why these rules are so important?

Because each one says one specific thing. 

DON'T LET GO OF THE BLOODY BROOM! 

And what did Tyelpe do? He let go of the bloody broom🤦. Can you guess what happened next? Of course he started falling like a bloody stone. Luckily before the poor elf could crush his head on the ground or if he was lucky shatter every bone in his body. Harry/Lómion was able to conjure a luxury memory foam king sized bed for his cousin to land on. His cousin luckily landed on the bed that seemingly popped out of nowhere right at the gates of the castle without any apparent injuries. He had been flying by his uncle and cousin as a Saker falcon when this whole fiasco happened. Unfortunately, his Nimbus ended up crashing right into the stable and startled several horses out of their skins when Tyelpe fell and it was left to soar without a rider. 

So that's it right? Tyelpe's okay and no one was injured. So everything should just proceed like nothing happened right? 

Hahahahaha

Oh no. 

Of course that wouldn't happen. 

Why?

Because it's him and his horrid luck was legendary. 

Why else would he have become so paranoid from EVERY single plan him and Hermione had ever come up with. 

Reason being they all went completely looney within the first five minutes of being put into action! 

So of course as him and Celegrom had swiftly landed on the ground to try and check on Tyelpe, who was now looking a bit peaky from that experience (Well at least he never fell over a 100ft😓). There standing at the gates with eyes the size of platters and his jaw so wide it could have caught flies was his Uncle Curufin. Yes, his Uncle Curufin who had seemingly saw the whole thing and was now looking like he was about to erupt like Mount Vesuvius. 

😳

...Uh Oh...

"You....YOU...." said Curufin as he started going completely red. The veins in his neck and head becoming more visible by the second. Tyelpe, Celegorm, and himself now seriously considering fleeing from the raven haired elf that didn't look like he was about to calm down anytime soon.

"Now Curvo calm down! Tyelpe's fine, nothing happened" said Celegorm in an attempt to placate his younger brother. 

Said attempt failing because if anything it just made him angrier. 

"Calm down?! CALM DOWN! Have you lost your mind!" said Curufin as he started marching towards them and he could have sworn he saw the ground starting to singe. 

"Atar really! I'm fine! It was all my idea! Flying is amazing! It won't happen again, besides this is the only time it happened!" said Tyelpe in an attempt to reason with his father. 

Oh cousin. You sweet ignorant naïve child. You really should have just kept your mouth shut😣.

"THAT'S IT!! ALL OF YOU! INSIDE NOOOOWWWW!" 

Long story short, they all got grounded. Yes, even Celegorm. Please don't ask how that even worked. He thinks Maedhros was somehow involved. Curufin had completely lost it and confiscated his brooms. It's actually adorable how his uncle thought that could stop him, but for the sake of Tyelpe's continued hearing and Curufin's sanity he decided to forego his brooms for a while. 

It's funny how in both lives I've never once been "grounded."

Then again at least he didn't put bars on my windows. 

Him and Tyelpe had been endlessly lectured by all his family members including his grandfather. Maglor and Maedhros went on and on about how they could have gotten themselves killed. They even decided to ramble about how in the world he was even able to make a bed of all things appear out of nowhere. 

"It's called conjuring. I can just make something out of nothing. I can mostly only do it with furniture or stationary though. It's tiring so I don't do it often" he said as he missed the worried glances that graced his relatives faces when he explained that (Oh I wonder why👀).

"Maeglin...I don't think you should do that trick in front of any dwarves or edain for that matter. Okay Pitya?" said Maedhros in a tone of hidden worry at what the implications of such an ability meant.

"Okay I promise" he said and didn't question it since he didn't want to upset them....well more so than he already had😅.

Little did his relatives know this would only be the beginning of the duo's antics as well as the beginning of some strange stirrings in Harry/Lómion's mind. 

It was the year he turned 117 that it started happening. It was now two years since he met Tyelpe and every other night he would start having strange dreams. They were never nightmares but were odd nonetheless. He would feel himself drift off and then dream about laying in the lily field. The feeling of someone gently patting his head being most apparent. A voice always speaking and he knew very well who's voice it was. 

"If thou had the chance to meet thy grandmother in Valinor what would you tell her?"

"If thou had the chance to say a few things to the person you miss the most what would they be?" 

"A question I believe quite prudent for not just thee but also those you love" 

"Tis amazing how a few words like the lyrics of a song can soothe the fëa in ways none else can" 

But before he could have a chance to inquire further on what they meant. The dream would always end with the scent of lilies filling his nose and a gentle hand covering his closed eyes as though to keep away any nightmares. The voice always saying. 

"Sweet dreams little one"

"I will speak with thee again soon"

And sweet dreams he had indeed. They were a mix of the happy times from his past life or from the happiness he'd found in his current. Whatever Eru was asking him to do he most certainly wasn't going to argue about it. Well to be honest it didn't even feel like an "order," more so a gentle prompt or suggestion one would give when an opportunity was approaching. The lilies were such a nice gift and were a perfect stop whenever he flew between Thargelion and Himring as a hummingbird. They always reminded him of both his mother's Lily Potter and Arehdel Ar-Feiniel. Both unyielding women that were elegant but strong in protecting those they loved. 

He'd never known much about his past life's grandparents. They'd always seemed a complete enigma while in this life he knew where they were. However, one of them was a bit tricky to address. He was so selfish. How could he never ask about his grandmother Anairë. The wife of his grandfather and the mother of his current mother as well as his Uncle Fingon. All he knew about her was that she was a Noldor elf and didn't leave Valinor because of either her friendship with Eärwen or because Fingolfin told her to stay due to the danger. 

Hmmm I should really talk to Haru about that...but would he want to talk about her...

Would she even like me?

What if she doesn't want to know me?

Oh Bullocks I'm such an idiot.

Here I am worrying about this when all his uncles probably miss their mother Nerdanel with a ferocity equivalent to a tornado. 

Though those stubborn gits might never admit it. 

I think Tyelpe's mother even stayed behind.

There's no way he wouldn't have something to say to her.

....Maybe I could start with him and Uncle Maglor. 

So it was with that the next few weeks passed with him making numerous trips across the Feanorian territories whenever he was done with his work. He was still literally "grounded" from using his broom but that was fine seeing as he could still transform and apparate if he wanted. Oof good thing he never told them about apparition👀. They might have really lost it (They already have😅). 

He spent more time with Tyelpe and started being more open with him about his childhood and what living with his family was like. It felt so nice to finally talk to someone about it and Tyelpe just had this effect of making people open up to you. 

Well open up to you and not proceed to backstab you afterwards.

It didn't take much to convince him to write a letter to his mother. He played a game of hypotheticals while they worked in the forge and eventually told him to have it on him in case of anything. 

"Does this have anything to do with this supposed foresight I've heard about it? Atar said you enchanted the house because of it. Twas quite a unique feeling when you first did it" said Tyelpe as he was grinding down some coal for their new project. 

"Well kind of, it's more so I just know it'll be relevant at some point. Besides weren't you always saying you missed her and wanted to say something to her" he said as he was setting up space for their new project. 

"Of course I miss her and Atar does too, even if he doesn't talk much about her anymore. I tried to convince him to write a letter but he won't do it. Neither will Uncle Celegorm, I don't think I need to tell you how stubborn my uncles can be. Though your stubbornness seems to have softened them quite a bit. By the way what exactly is this project for and why could we not tell the others? Need I remind you what happened the last time we kept secrets from them" said Tyelpe as he looked at his cousin with a gaze that said "Am I going to get in trouble again for this?" 

"Well thus far I've managed to get one from Uncle Maglor and Uncle Maedhros said he'd think about it. I still have to write mine for Haruni Anairë. And don't worry you're not going to get in trouble if this experiment goes alright. Now as for what it does. I'm trying to recreate something called floo powder. We couldn't do it in the Pass considering your father's always down there and Huan's blasted nose might smell us out. So it's just easiest to do this in the forges here in the Gap where I know everyone's schedules. Besides if this works we'll have an instant transport network to all the Feanorian territories. Imagine, there and back again in just a giffy. Isn't it exciting!" he said as he smoothed down his smock and took the coal powder from Tyelpe. 

"Okay first there were a few words in there I didn't understand. Do you know you do that sometimes? Second, Maeglin how did you even come up with this? Moving from place to place via fireplaces you said?? How do you know this isn't going to just set us on fire? Atar has been twitchy enough as it is since the broom incident" said Tyelpe as they recalled Curufin's angry face with a chill. That elf was without question the most alike in nature to Fëanor.

"Really? Well what can you do, that's just me. Though I'm finding....well never mind. Okay, to be honest I didn't come up with it per say as it more so came to me in a dream. I'll put it that way. Now if we did get burned, which is very unlikely, we have my burn potions so no problems there. Besides I've had worse, I once almost got crushed by a killer tree you know. Crazy thing almost smashed my head when I was 12, and yet here I am" he said as he missed the look of indignation and utter shock that graced his cousin's face. If Harry/Lómion had been looking he would have seen a clear look that screamed "What the hell do you mean you almost got killed by a tree???"(Flying car anyone?😅)

Though all thoughts and assumptions would be halted when Harry/Lómion walked towards the nearest work bench with the coal powder in hand. He laid the powder on the table and with concentration hovered his hands over the dust. He was thinking one thing and that was the matter that made up floo powder. He had actually taken to preferring that method of travel back in his past life since apparition could get fickle when not in your right mindscape. One small headache could lead to you getting splinched and that was a risk one didn't need when hovering over a battlefield. Besides if this worked it would serve as a perfect courier system versus always having to wait for messengers. 

These were his thoughts as he used his powers to steadily transfigure the coal powder into the glittering emerald green that was used back in his old world. Then low and behold, in the time of what could be counted as only a few minutes. Laying right under Harry/Lómion's hands was the glittering powder he had not seen in over 100 years. His cousin coming up behind him and staring at the now glittering dust on the table. 

"That's amazing. Do you really think this is going to work?" said Tyelpe as he stared at the powder in utter wonder. 

"Only one way to find out. Come on!" he said as he took off his smock and grabbed Tyelpe's hand. 

They both quietly exited the forge and started making their way up towards Maglor's office where a fireplace now wait to be used. It was the middle of the night and everyone would be quietly asleep aide from the guards posted outside the fortress. Now, reckless he may be at times but stupid was not one of them (Perhaps thick?🫡). They had made it to the office with no souls spotting them thus far. They slowly opened the door and made their way to the fireplace. 

"Alright to make this work all you have to do is say the name of the destination you want to go to. For this time we're going for some place that has a fireplace within either the House of Fëanor or my Haru Fingolfin's office in Barad Eithel. You just pick a place, speak the name, and drop the powder. Key thing is make sure you don't panic" he said as Tyelpe gulped and swiftly nodded his head. However, before one of them could step into the fireplace and use some of the powder they heard something they would have nightmares of for years to come.

"And why prey tell would you need to not panic?" 

"Indeed Pitya, do tell because I am most curious"

They both froze and violently flinched when they heard two frighteningly familiar voices. Then low and behold, there standing in the doorway of the office was a peeved looking Erestor and a frowning Maglor. However, before anything could be said or done Harry/Lómion had accidentally dropped the whole bag of powder when he'd been startled. As though re-enacting a scene from a movie, the floo powder spilled right into the fireplace and before anyone could even scream the whole place erupted in green flames so bright you'd have thought there was a dragon in the house.

Now, as for what happened next......well this is where it gets interesting. Remember how floo powder required you to state a SPECIFIC place. Well considering the closest thing to a location that was uttered was House of Fëanor and Fingolfin's office. What do you think would happen the moment those flames consumed everyone in the room? 

Maedhros Fëanorion was sitting in his office with a fire going and enjoying a warm drink. It was late eve and he had just finished his work. He was just about to turn in for the night when his office suddenly became engulfed in green flames originating from his fireplace. Before he could even scream or sound the alarm the flames suddenly shot at him and as they did what came barreling towards him was a face full of screaming Maglor Fëanorion. He crashed right into him and they collapsed to the floor in a heap. The flames now dissipating and his little brother now looking like he went lava swimming. His hair and clothes completely charred. But before Maedhros could even speak his now cooked little brother looked him dead in the eye and told him in a voice a madman would take "It was Maeglin." That was all he needed to hear as his little brother then proceeded to faint in his arms as the guards finally burst in upon hearing the noise. 

Celegorm Fëanorion was quietly making some arrows as he laid against Huan on the bear skin rug. He had just finished patrolling for the day and was content in his activities. His little brother Curufin sitting on the couch behind him reading a book as the fireplace warmed the room. This was one of those rare peaceful nights where they could enjoy some peace and quiet. Well that was until said fireplace suddenly engulfed the whole room in green flames. Though what came from the flames had them both screaming their lungs off as a gobsmacked Celebrimbor Curufinwion shot right at his father on the couch with the speed of a rocket. Curufin's book flying into the air and the coach rolling backwards as the impact sent them both back. The flames startling Huan so bad he jumped nearly 10ft into the air and subsequently crushing Celegorm under his weight. The arrows he was working on now crushed to pieces. But before anyone could say anything the suddenly materialized elf jubilantly exclaimed from on top of his father "IT WORKED!! HAHA IT WORKED MAEGLIN'S A GENIUS!!...Oh... Hi Ada..."  The look Curufin Fëanorion beheld at his son as he looked into his child's lightly roasted face finally caused one of the greatest smiths of the Noldor to burst into hysterical laughs, the knowledge of knowing who was behind this finally making him snap. 

High King Fingolfin and Crown Prince Fingon were enjoying some rare father and son time. The fireplace was lit and the moonlight was shining into the room. They had the whole office to themselves and were talking about their latest family member........when said family member decided to make an appearance with an unexpected guest. The moment the High King mentioned Lómion's name, green flames erupted across the entire room. Now rather than the light singeing that occurred in the other locations, the force of two guests coming through caused the whole tower to shake as the force of the flames shattered all the windows in the room. The intensity of the flames also amplifying the screams of one lightly roasted Harry/Lómion and an utterly terrified Erestor. The younger elf flew right into his Uncle and knocked him backwards while Erestor shot right towards the high king with sheer terror decorating his face as they both crashed right into the High King's desk. Said desk now being crushed to splinters from the weight of both elves barreling right towards it. By the time the flames dissipated and the guards had burst into the room. The once former clean office of the High King now looked like a volcano had erupted in it with the culprit now laying on top of his uncle with smoking hair and blackened teeth. Said culprit could only sheepishly look into the smokey and ash smeared face of his uncle. Fingon's face looking like he'd just seen a pig fly "Umm I know this looks bad but I can explain."

As the madness of Harry/Lómion and Celebrimbor Curufinwion had struck again. One of the few witnesses to this chaos was now laughing his ass off as he pulled Telperion's flower across the night sky. Excitement decorating his face at the idea of telling his lover. 

Harry/Lómion thinks it need not be said that what happened afterwards was quite expected. Needless to say him and Tyelpe got in big trouble for their latest escapade. Although to be fair it did take three weeks before anyone was coherent enough to even address the issue. Both himself and Tyelpe had been immediately carried to the healing halls along with Maglor and a beyond shocked Erestor. Although between the four of them Erestor probably got the worst of it. Not only had the poor elf been slammed into the high king and a desk, but he was also now missing his eyebrows. Bloody hell his poor teacher looked like he'd had a run in with pyro maniac Seamus Finnegan. Where once were eyebrows was now gone, and the poor elf was now scared to go anywhere near a fireplace. He only found out later that Tyelpe ended up in the pass of all places while his poor heart father had made a crash landing in Himring. All victims of his experiment condemned to stay in the healing halls of their respective destinations for at least a week. Fingolfin had practically lost it when Harry/Lómion told him that his office being destroyed was the result of one of his experiments gone wrong. His Uncle thought it funny though but that was promptly shut down from the look his haru shot at his son. Aside from Erestor's hair issues, their injuries really were superficial at most. Yes, his hair was charred and he was covered in soot but a good bath was all that was really needed. Floo powder didn't really cause you to get burned unless you were stupid enough to be carrying a gas lighter or something. But of course his uncle and haru didn't listen and made him chug down one of his burn potions. For goodness sake they wouldn't even let him walk! They literally had him carried everywhere until he finally proved he wasn't injured. 

Well at least they know it works now. 

Though I wonder if Erestor will ever speak to me again....yeesh.

His week in the healing halls was followed by the worst lecture he'd ever gotten in both this life and the last. These elves did not hold a candle to the rage session of Hermione Granger or his wife Ginny Weasely. Though to be fair he'd take this over what his mother Aredhel would have probably done to him (oh she' mad😬) or the disappointment that would have coated his father's face (He's shocked😨). Well at least he didn't have to worry about his grandfather and decent uncle actually killing him. Erestor though......his glare without eyebrows had somehow become more menacing then anything he had ever seen before. Oh no....he'll probably have to work very hard in his lessons from now on. 

No more pissing him off that's for sure. 

I think I need to sneak a hair growth into his drinks at some point. 

Though I should probably wait a bit given he's no doubt paranoid about magic now. 

After his uncle and grandfather had finished lecturing him. They demanded to know what in Arda possessed him to try such a stunt and for what conceivable reason. It was his and Erestor's last day in the healing halls when his grandfather and uncle had asked him that. They were mostly alone during their time in the healing halls of Barad Eithel. The only elves stopping by being his grandfather, uncle, the head healer Estelon, and one of his grandfather's other seconds Húriel. Húriel definitely looked like one of the Sindarin elves given she had bright silver hair and brown eyes that were filled with strength. She was most definitely a hunter of great skill. She didn't comment when she'd seen Harry/Lómion's face and just reported to his haru whenever he was visiting him. Estelon though seemed to be the brother of Elvion. Big hint being that they both had blue eyes but while one's hair was brown Estelon's hair was a raven black. Estelon also seemed to take great delight in telling Harry/Lómion how his antics scared the daylights out of his usually stiff older brother. Said elf also being one of the few that knew of his existence and that he was a...ugh prince. He happened to be there when his haru and uncle confronted him. Erestor just sitting in bed and watching the show. 

"Lómion what in Arda were you thinking? Why would you do this? You could have got yourself killed! I don't care about my office being destroyed. It can be replaced but you most certainly can't! So please Hína, why did you do this?" said his grandfather as he pleaded for an answer. His uncle and Erestor waiting in anticipation.

"I...I just wanted to make a failsafe escape plan if it was ever needed. I was trying to make something called the floo network. It was supposed to work like a transport route. You call the name, drop the powder, and then boom you're there in an instant. It would have shortened travel and messenger time by leaps. This only happened because I dropped too much powder and we got transported without a specific place in mind. We really didn't mean for this to happen. I was trying to help and I'm really sorry" he said as he slapped his forehead in indignation. 

Whatever he said seemed to soothe his audience as he heard them all sigh. 

"Lómion as much I appreciate your kind heart. I believe you have done more than enough. Setting yourself on fire is not how I want you to meet the rest of your family. It is a brilliant idea hína but I doubt now is the time to be experimenting with such things. You don't know how many gag orders I had to issue to cover up this stunt. Although I have no doubt the whole city is talking about how my tower suddenly went up in smoke from seemingly nowhere. So from this point forward you are forbidden from experimenting with any new "magical failsafes" without my or your uncles explicit permission. Am I clear young man?" said his haru with an authority that screamed "no more stunts young man."

"Yes haru and I'm sorry. But I have to ask. How are we going to get back? I could just fly.." he said but was quickly cut off by Fingon. 

"No! No flying. No magic. You will be given horses and we will all ride back together. It's spring now so a nice on the ground trip will be good for all of us" said Fingon with a chirp in his voice. That was until they heard what Harry/Lómion said next. 

"One problem with that plan. I don't really know how to ride a horse" he said and in that moment the whole room went dead silent. Including Erestor who now had buckwide eyes at what he just heard. 

Before he could think of why they were acting this way. The now browless elf suddenly said "What? What do you mean you don't know how to ride a horse?"

"Well I was never really taught. I only ever shared horses with Amme or Atar. I can ride bare saddle but not for long." he said as though his explanation made perfect sense. 

"Wait what about when you were in Gondolin. Didn't Turukáno ever give you riding lessons??? Surely you had some form of lessons?? Right?" said Fingon as he pleaded to the heavens for a positive response though sadly he would get none. 

"I did ask him once but he said I didn't need those lessons because there was no need to learn such skills in the safety of the city. I never had any classes in Gondolin. Everyone just assumed I knew everything. I just learned what I could from scratch, that's how I got better at quenya. After the horse incident I didn't want to risk asking for quenya lessons" he said and for once he did not miss the icy silence that permeated the room. He could have sworn he saw murderous glares decorating the three elves faces. 

What the devil?? What's wrong with them??

Why does Erestor look like he's going to kill something??? The guys lips look like he sucked on a lemon. Wait....why is he shaking???

"I see I will have to include more lessons in our itinerary. Worry not, this can be easily addressed. Through no fault of your own whatsoever it seems I will be adding riding to your lessons upon our return" said Erestor as he calmly schooled his face but if you looked closely you could see he was clenching his fists. 

"Umm did I do something wrong? Are you angry at me?" he said and his uncle swiftly sat by his bed and took one of his hands in his own. 

"We're not angry at you Lómion. It's just upsetting to hear you weren't given lessons. Elves are usually given lessons regardless of circumstances. Our people believe education to be a vital part of our culture. I'm proud that you seek new knowledge but as Atar said, no more doing so without talking to one of us anymore. One more incident and we'll be forced to suspend your forge privileges for a while" said his Uncle Fingon as he pat him on the head. 

Though what Harry/Lómion said next might not have been the most ideal statement. But then again his answer was one that stemmed from a lifetime of being starved as a child in his previous life. He would not realize the tornado his words would cause until much later. 

"Oh so I still get to eat regular meals?" he said and if it were modern times he could have compared everyone's frozen forms to the sound of a car skidding and crashing.

Following the floo incident another three years passed and he would soon be turning 120. His friendship with Tyelpe had only gotten stronger despite the mishaps he seemed to drag his cousin into. Though to be fair Tyelpe seemed to love it given he kept saying this is the least bored he'd been in his entire life. Same going for Celegorm who laughed his ass off after seeing Curufin completely plug up the fireplace after his son came flying out of it. The silver haired elf not even caring he got bruised ribs from when Huan fell on him. They never lit the thing again and settled to keeping warm during winters in the forge. Despite Curufin's broodings his uncle always seemed to be glad that his son had someone to talk to. Though he did give Harry/Lómion another LONG lecture session on what was and wasn't considered normal by elven standards. By the time him and Erestor had made it back to Himring and to the arms of a  worried Maedhros and twitching Maglor he had been effectively banned from "experimenting" until the new age. Especially since Maglor's office had been blown to subsequent smithereens in the explosion from the powder. But to be fair, by the time the whole affair was done he did take the liberty of repairing the damage with a swift "Reparo." He ignored the thud that came from behind him when his uncle saw everything sorting itself out and the muttered "Not again" as well. Luckily, in the their two weeks of travel Erestor's eyebrows had seemed to steadily grow back. Though his lack of facial hair did get noticed by his lord who proceeded to laugh so hard you'd have thought he was running out of air. All the while Erestor just stared at Maglor with a look that promised vengeance. 

Erestor did keep his word on teaching him how to ride. A promise that seemed to miff his heart father for some reason whenever he came to oversee the lessons. Erestor also saw fit to revaluate his entire vocabulary when it came to quenya. His whole time in Arda, aside from Gondolin, he had been speaking Sindarin along with some mixed in quenya. Oh he missed speaking English but it seemed some words did indeed come out whenever he got frazzled or wasn't thinking. It turned out that some of the British slang just didn't translate to either of the elvish languages and he was left with a confused audience that required a re-explanation. There was one instance where Tyelpe commented on his odd accent but he just said that was how elves from Nan-Elmoth sounded which wasn't a total lie. They did sound different but most definitely not British.

But if there was one big change that had happened in these last three years it was that his dreams were getting more frequent. 

They always went the same but whenever he woke up a sense of foreboding always followed. It was a strong feeling that told him something was wrong, something bad, and that it needed to be fixed. His heart would hammer so hard upon his awakening, you'd have thought he was waking up from one of his nightmares about Voldemort. Despite defeating him in his first life, the dark lord continued to haunt him until a near century passed. It took that long because his daughter Deplini had brought them back with a vengeance. Had she not killed Craig Bowker with no remorse she might've been saved, but it was far too late to ponder such things. 

This...this bad feeling, it felt like something that violated the natural cycle. Like something that shouldn't have happened did in fact occur and he needed to fix it. The need for those letters suddenly becoming very urgent. He had already finished his own letter to his grandmother along with a little gift. He'd never made anything like it before so he hoped it'd make her happy. His haru told him that she was a strong elleth that never let anyone look down on her. He said that the true reason she stayed behind was to not just be there for Eärwen but also to try and repair the rift caused by the first kinslaying. She was by no means a weak woman and wanted to be the pillar of support for his uncles mother Nerdanel and Eärwen. The mother of his blonde cousins really did have to deal with a lot when he stopped to think about it. Her people had gotten into a fatal mob fight with her husband's family and her children ended up leaving her behind. When you think about it Artanis' reasoning would really sting a mother's heart. From what he heard and read about Galadriel, he knew for certain that this was a female that wanted independence. She wanted power and she wanted authority but those things could be very dangerous when not done in moderation. Ironically, she didn't even get her own realm until the late second age and by then she was probably too jaded from all the death and destruction to be really happy. He could most definitely respect her need for independence, heck look at him, but still the timing just couldn't have been worse (facepalm). So, he decided to write a letter for Eärwen too. Maybe, just maybe hearing about how her sons were doing might cheer her up. Especially upon learning that she was once again a grandmother!

That's right a recent trip to the coast as a hummingbird revealed that Andreth and Aegnor had been blessed with the first peredhel child! 

Their little baby had turned out to be a girl that was currently 10 years old. Andreth had her when she was 40, which is a pretty close call, but nonetheless the baby was healthy and Aegnor would no longer be alone. Andreth was so excited to introduce her daughter to Harry/Lómion when he appeared on their window and had told the little blonde girl that he was a magical hummingbird that blessed their union. That little ball of energy was so sweet he almost wondered if she was a flower come to life. Oh she took after her mother alright and she was so beautiful. Not just beautiful in an aesthetic sense, well her pointy ears were adorable, but in soul as well. 

They named her Sailelde. 

They named her after her mother's elvish name as the wise woman of the edain. As Sailelde gently pet his little head with her finger, he could clearly see that the little girl had inherited her mother's green eyes. A blonde peredhel with green eyes. 

She's so sweet and I'm so glad they can be happy. 

Andreth's only 50 so they still have time. 

In the book she lasted till she was well over 60. 

He could tell Aegnor adored his daughter and he'd heard that Cirdan was fervently protecting them. That was for the best honestly. It would be best to wait until Dior was born before any big reveals. As much as he hated to admit it, the birth of Dior and the line of peredhel in Doriath would certainly ease the introduction of a new race to middle earth. Though to be honest it seemed the denizens of Sirion had already fallen in love with the little blonde fairy that was running about their piers. 

I just hope all goes well in the meantime. My bad feelings have been getting worse. 

It feels like I have to hurry.

That visit was three months ago and the seasons were changing to fall. He'd finally managed to get a letter from Maedhros. So thus far he had ready letters from Maehdros, Maglor, Amrod, and Amras. Tyelpe was at the ready with his letter for his mother and Harry/Lómion always carried his letters for Anairë and Eärwen with him. It certainly was interesting to hear about Nerdanel's fiery spirit from Maglor. She definitely sounded like the elvish version of Ginny considering the woman had once chased Fëanor around the house with his own forge hammer.  

His feelings of foreboding and nervousness had apparently been noticed by his family. His rush to inquire about the letters left them unsettled and clearly wondering as to why he was asking for something so specific. Celegorm had been especially fervent in sticking to him, his hunter's instincts allowing him to sense the unease in Harry/Lómion's heart. His mother's best friend had taken the last month off just to keep an eye on him and had been staying in the Gap with him and Maglor. Tyelpe came with him seemingly for the same reasons. Though the biggest surprise came when Fingon had suddenly arrived by himself a week ago claiming he was having dreams of needing to be here. 

While normally he would have been happy to see his uncle, the timing just couldn't have been stranger. 

The feelings were getting worse.

A strange foreboding. 

He couldn't focus on work or anything.

Then one night another week after Fingon's arrival, when the night had fallen and the stars had come out it happened. 

As he lay a sleep in his bed tossing and turning. A voice spoke in his mind. A voice that he was familiar with and for the first time was filled with something akin to urgency. 

He was surrounded by black and did not lay in the lily field when he heard an urgent message.

"The Northern borders of Nan-Elmoth child"

"Take a Lily with you"

"Hurry little twilight"

He snapped awake with a sharp breathe.

He was in shock for the voice had never sounded like that but he didn't waste time.

As though possessed he immediately apparated to the lily field and with gentle hands took a lily from the garden. He apparated back and swiftly placed it in his bag.

Then with a flick of his hand he changed his clothes, grabbed his bag with the letters & Lily, a bedside mirror and bolted out the door of his room. He was running and heading straight for the gates. His family had apparently heard the commotion and were fervently following him to the forest that laid outside the castle. He was running to the spot he always used to apparate, his family close behind and yelling for him but he couldn't waste any time. They would just have to catch up while he was getting ready. He finally made it to his destination and was swiftly caught by the shoulders by his uncle Celegorm. His uncles Fingon, Maglor, and cousin Tyelpe promptly stopping right behind him.

"Lómion what's happening??Why did you run off like that??" said Celegorm as he tried to get him to look at him.

"I have to get to the borders of Nan-Elmoth. I'm sorry I don't have time to explain but if you're going to come with me than alright. Now please stand back" he said and looked to the mirror that was in his hand with determination. 

He concentrated his power and chanted "Portus" on the mirror. 

With a brief blue glow the mirror had now become a port-key that would take them to Nan-Elmoth and back to the gap when given the command.

"Pitya what did you just do??? What's in Nan-Elmoth???" said Maglor as his went wide at what Harry/Lómion just did.

"I don't know exactly but I had a dream and it's telling me to get there NOW. I think somebody needs help and I'm the only one who can. I'm sorry but there's no time so hold your breathe and grab onto the mirror. Please just trust me" he said and with only a moment of hesitation they all grabbed onto the mirror. 

In a blink the forest around them disappeared and they were spinning. The ground beneath them disappeared and it felt like they were shooting into the air. The mirror being the only fixed thing for them to hold onto. Their hair was flying all over the place and Tyelpe looked like he was struggling to hold on. But then just as soon as the spinning had started it promptly stopped and they were slammed into the ground of an unknown forest. 

Well...unknown to them but Harry/Lómion knew exactly where this was. He could hear his family groaning and sorting themselves from the harsh landing but he couldn't focus on that. No, he stood and looked around him. He knew this place, it was pitch black, but he knew he was surrounded by overrising trees that covered up the sky above them. It was dark around them and it was deathly quiet but he knew this silence. He knew this darkness for it was once his childhood. A feeling of oppression it once held but later became a source of solace. A solace that came from climbing the trees and seeing the faint light of the stars on a moonless night. A forest that blocked out the sunlight and coated the land in an everlasting warm twilight. A forest that whispered things to him when he was but a child. 

He was in Nan-Elmoth.

He was home.

He was home for the first time in 40 years.

But he had no time to wallow in his nostalgia when all of a sudden he felt a presence that froze him in his tracks. 

It was for but a moment but it felt like something was watching him. 

He stepped forward. 

He stepped forward into the darkness, unhearing to the cries of his family. 

He could feel it getting closer. 

It didn't feel malicious...rather...

....it felt like it was in pain. 

...oh no...

There isn't just one.....

Then he saw it. 

There before his eyes. 

To the eyes of the Master of Death was a small twinkling light. 

It was so small you could have truly missed it. There right before his eyes was the small fëa of an eldar hiding in the darkness of the forest. As if sensing his presence the little fëa floated towards him as though knowing he was a place of safety. 

"What?....Why is this here??"

Though as soon as this question came to his mind. It would soon be answered as the moment the soul touched Maeglin Lómion. 

He saw everything and it broke his heart. 

Under the shining stars when there was no sun and moon he saw the memories of his great grandfather Finwë's ancestor. 

The soul in his hand was the soul of none other than the second elf to ever wake in Arda. 

It was his own ancestor.

It was him. 

It was Tata. 

In what could be considered a few minutes Tata's memories flashed through his mind. 

He saw the first elves awakening under the starlit sky on the gorgeous shore of Lake Cuiviénen. 

He saw his ancestor developing the language of Quenya with his peers. 

He saw the laughter, music, and joy Tata felt from the first elflings being born. 

He saw the hope and struggles his ancestor endured. 

He saw their lives and their sorrows when their kin suddenly started disappearing. 

He felt their despair when his wife Tatië suddenly disappeared with the others. 

He felt his ancestor's fear when he was suddenly running through the forest with his grandson Finwë in his arms, his son running alongside him. 

He felt the pain of Tata telling his son to flee with his grandson before it was too late. 

He saw them plead to come with them but Tata didn't. 

He saw Tata give what he didn't know then would be his final goodbye to his family as they fled and he faced the umaia of Morgoth. 

He felt Tata lose hope as he was captured and taken to Angband where...

.......

........

No

No

NO

NO!

NO!!

NO!!!!!!NO!!!

PLEASE NO!!!!

He saw what happened. He saw the answer to a mystery that was forever left unanswered in Tolkiens books. He saw the answer and it tore Harry/Lómion apart because it was more horrible than he could have ever imagined. It was a complete violation to all that was good in the world. It was the pinnacle of evil itself and explained why he had been feeling so horrible for now he knew the reason. 

He saw the truth. 

He saw how the first orcs came to be. 

They were not tortured elves.

No, the bodies of the first orcs were but the leftover husks that had been given base sentience from the dark magic Morgoth had polluted them with. 

The bodies of the first elves were turned into chimera like monsters while the owners....

....the owners...oh no..

The owners of those bodies had been ripped from their hroa's in the same manner as a Dementor's kiss. 

Morgoth had ripped Tata's fëa from his hroa and cast it into the nothingness like useless trash. 

His fëa completely sundered from being given a chance to enter Mandos's halls because he did not count among the Valar's "standards" of dying since the body still lived. 

Tata's fëa and the fëa's of all his kin had been left to wonder as disembodied spirits for all these long millenia. They were dead but never given a chance to move on or seek healing. 

No the Valar never gave them the chance.

........

.........

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

The heartbroken scream that erupted from Harry/Lómion's very essence echoed throughout the whole forest. His heartbroken sobs as he clutched the tiny soul of his ancestor to him frightened his family as they stared at him with utter worry. But he couldn't think about it as a million thoughts were running through his mind. 

Monster

Monster!!

Monster!

FILTHY DISGUSTING MONSTER!!!!!

I WILL END YOU FOR THIS!!!!!! 

HOW DARE YOU!!!!!!

AND THEM!!! 

They knew about this! The Valar knew about this and they still let that heinous abomination out! 

....They didn't save them....they didn't help these souls.....why? 

Why???

WHY?! 

WHY!!!

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT THE CHILDREN!!! 

Why didn't they help these souls! Why didn't Namo just have his maia bring them to Mandos?? It wasn't even hard!!! They didn't choose this! They didn't choose for this to happen!! 

Not your standards of dying????

Who the f*** are you to decide that!!

Did you think you could just let the second singing fix this???!!!

They've been suffering!!! They needed help NOW!!! And you all left them!! They were dead you naïve idiots!!! They needed help!!!

They needed you!.....they needed help....

....oh..gods...no...

....I'm sorry....I'm so sorry...

...I'm sorry I didn't come sooner..

......

......

......

No

NO!

I WILL NOT LET THIS BE!

He didn't need to think about it. He didn't second guess himself for even a second. For the crying child that held the soul of Tata summoned a force of power so great it would have torn the whole world apart should its wrath be unleashed. 

His hair turned the brightest silver.

His eyes changed to the deepest glowing emerald. 

The wind cracked, the earth shook, and his whole body began to glow a deep emerald. 

The Master of Death was about to unleash all of his power. 

If what he saw was true than there were more souls than Tata's wondering middle earth and he would not stand for it!

The souls would need someone to carry them to Mandos. He needed help and he knew who to call. 

With his full power he chanted the spell and summoned his friend. 

Please.....Prongs

I need you now!

"EXPECTO PATRONUM"

In a flash of blue and silver light Prongs burst forth and bathed the area in a light so bright it shocked his audience into absolute wonder and awe.

Where once was darkness was now light and the sadness that filled the soul of Tata was now replaced with hope when it felt the presence of the being of joy that now lit the twilight.

Without hesitation Tata flew towards the stag's antlers and rested himself there. 

But that was not the end to this tale as there were more souls out there. Before tonight was up Harry/Lómion vowed that there would be no wondering souls left in all of Arda. He would save all of them and restore order to what was so carelessly fractured. This would never happen again. NEVER! With that resolve he steeled himself and beckoned his friend to him as his relatives watched on. The glowing stag coming into his arms and snuggling his snout to his master.

"Hello Prongs, hello my friend. I know it's been a while and I'm sorry to ask this of you but I need your help again. You know that little light in your crown well there's more like him and they need to go home. Can you do that? Can you help them go home? It'll be like last time" he said as tears ran down his face. The stag immediately answering with a nuzzle to his cheeks. 

Of course Master! Why wouldn't I!

"Haha alright then my friend. Thank you" 

Before anyone could conceive what the child meant by those words. The trees around them suddenly started to shake and why wouldn't they. For in that moment Harry/Lómion began to glow even brighter. His emerald light bathing the area and from his light a melody to began to play. Twas not a sound ever heard before because it was a song that belonged to only one. It was a song unique only to the Master of Death. A music meant to call the lost souls of those needing his aid. Then for the first time since Harry/Lómion was born, he sang a song of power. 

The trees rumbled, the world ignited, and the foundations of the world burst to life.

Hear me. Hear me all the souls lost across all of Ea. It's time to go home!

A melody of hope, a tune of solace, and a warmth from a peace like no other beckoned the lost back from their sorrow.

His body glowed brighter with every word he sang.

I'm here, I'm here now so please follow my voice. Poor souls that have been lost come to me for I will keep you safe. I promise. 

He poured more power into the world around him.

His arms were outstretched as if reaching out to hold them in his arms. 

He became the hand that would reach out.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I kept you waiting. Please it's safe now and I promise a new dawn has come. It's time to be with your loved ones again. They're waiting for you so please follow my voice. 

His voice echoed his desperation, honesty, and wish to give them the chance they should have had. 

The chance for new life and a new beginning.

The song of power he released was being heard across all of Ea. His plea to the lost souls was being answered. The canopy of the forest opened as though unlocking their ever closed gates and as they did a cacophony of tiny lights started streaming towards Prongs. They knew who was calling them and knew they finally had hope at being free from this unending prison. 

I'll take you back, I'll bring you to where everyone's waiting for you.

No more being left behind.

I won't abandon anyone...ever.

So please.....

please, "come back, I'll take you home"

They were coming from everywhere and as they came Prongs became surrounded by what looked living stars amidst the twilight of the forest. He glowed brighter as more souls came to rest on his crown and his body. For the first time since they had lost their hroa's the souls of Imin, Iminyë, Tatië, Enel, Enelyë, and all their kin who had been lost had finally found a way to rest and be healed. They welcomed the light of the stag and they believed the voice of the one that called them. 

However, what Harry/Lómion was not expecting was the sheer number of souls that had become victim to this cruel evil and injustice.

The souls of the first elves was already over 40 while the one's that came after was nearing a 100.

......

........

........

They left so many behind...

This...this is just too cruel...

He collapsed to the floor and could hear his family crying out "Lómion!" but they dared not approach in fear of the consequences. 

His emerald eyes were shedding tears again because he realized that there was no way Prongs would be able to ferry so many souls alone. 

No...

No he needed more help.

...but he swore....he promised...he promised he'd never use that...

But what choice did he have....

He has to help them....

I can't leave these souls to wallow like this for even a moment longer. I have to get them to Mandos.

Everyone...I'm so sorry...please...please forgive me for this...

With his resolve set Harry/Lómion did what he promised he would never do in his past life. He did what he knew would only cause him and the one's he loved pain should he choose to use it. He did what he knew would harm his heart but he hoped that his reasoning might ebb the pain even a little. 

He raised his right hand from the ground and with his authority summoned the two most known pieces of the Deathly Hallows. 

He summoned the elder wand. 

And then he summoned.....the resurrection stone. 

Even after all these centuries....it still lingers.

He had not seen this obsidian rock since his first life but it had not changed since that time.

Before he proceeded he uttered one last apology for what he had to do next. 

He knew this would hurt his own heart more than anything else, but now he had little choice. 

He let the stone float from his hand, it's obsidian presence relishing in the twilight, and with bated breadth pointed aimed the elder wand. 

It was then in that moment that with the power of these two hallows.....

.......He summoned the Patronus of his friends.....and his family....

Often times one may be asked a simple question.

"If you could see the one you love one more time; What would you say?"

What words could he have said.

What thoughts could he have voiced.

What tears could he have shed that would have done justice to the longing, love, friendship, and loyalty he felt towards all those long past.

The answer...

...was none.

Because he had already long told them.

They came in bright flashes of blue and white.

They materialized as beacons of times he could only play in his mind.

And as they appeared right before his eyes.

For the first time in centuries past.

He could not help but call out each of their names.

...oh..Hermione.

The otter chirped and flew in a circle around him.

Inquisitve, friendly, and carefree

..Cho

The sawn flapped it's wings and gracefully glided above his head.

Empathetic, caring, and kind

...Seamus

The fox playfully yipped and rubbed his leg.

Ever quick-thinking, resilient, and resourceful

Hi...

Hi Luna..

The rabbit swiftly hopped and nuzzled his cheek.

 Intuitive, sensitive, and gentle

...oh Merlin...Ginny

The horse whinnied and gave him their muzzle to pet.

Noble, free, and passionate

..hah they never believed you could do it but in the end you did...

...and what a true Gryffindor you were...

....truly the heart and bravery of a lion

Neville..

The Lion roared and stood tall.

Brave, heroic, and unyielding

...I must say I'm surprised you came..

Albus

The phoenix flared and whistled a melancholic tune.

Virtuous, powerful, but at times alone.

...I missed you...

I missed you so much....

...Sirius

The giant dog barked and energetically ran around him.

Loyal, upright, and the defender of loved ones.

And of course you'd tag along with him aye Moony

You couldn't help but make a flashy entrance

A true pack leader..

Right?..

..Remus

The wolf howled and joined the side of the dog.

Fierce, passionate, and playful

Hello again....

Everyone

As the patronus and joyful embodiments of all his friends and family materialized before him they immediately knew what they needed to do. The summoned beings ran across the forest and the sky where all the lights laid waiting for them. Their ethereal twinkles adding more radiance to the already enchanting beings of joy. Harry/Lómion sensed no anger or disappointment from any of them. But his heart still ached at seeing even just the patronus of his friends and family once again. His body still glowing as they collected the souls but despite the aid of all his friends there was a still a handful of souls left. 

Sigh...well I suppose I really have no choice now...

I knew there was a reason I had to get the lily...

For the first time since his arrival he turned to those that had followed him and with his emerald gaze found his cousin Tyelpe staring at the scene before him in utter reverence and awe. 

I'm running out of time. 

I need to finish this before anyone comes.

"Tyelpe! Tyelpe my bag! The letter please quickly!" he said with utter urgency since he couldn't stop the magic now and reached out his free hand while still holding the elder wand. 

His cousin seemed to sense his urgency as he quickly snapped out of his trance and grabbed his bag. He carefully came towards him, handed him his letter, and held up the bag for him.

With a flick of his hand and a quick chant he "accio'd" the Lily and now all the written letters to him. 

There was one more patronus he had yet to summon and the perfect one who could act as the messenger of the feelings in these letters. 

So he did it. 

As he grabbed the lily and pointed his wand at it, he summoned her.

He summoned the patronus......

....of Lily Evans 

Oh...oh I feel her...Hi mom....

The doe gazed into his very soul with the love of a parent.

It approached and stood before him as though he were her fawn.

It's gaze warmer and heart warming like no other.

A loving caretaker

An unbending defender

But above all...

....a mother. 

He could not control himself as he approached the Patronus of his mother in his former life. She felt like Prongs but so much different. This patronus was overflowing with love and a deep desire to protect. Just like Lily...just like his mothers of both lives..

He could not help it as he put his arms around the beautiful doe and hugged it as though he knew he might not ever have this chance again. 

While still holding the doe Harry/Lómion made his request. 

"Hello there. I know we've never really met but I know who you represent. I...I need your help. See those little lights. Could...could you take them home along with the others? I've also got some letters for you. Would you please get them to their intended? I know I'm asking a lot"

He didn't get any further as the dazzling doe wrapped it's head around his body as though telling him he needn't even ask. 

It also felt like it was trying to comfort him and tell him to stop feeling bad. 

He couldn't stop crying and Prongs seemed to notice as the stag came and nuzzled his hair. 

Before his emotions really made him lose it he swiftly tied the letters to a special pouch and secured it around the doe's neck.

He also took the chance to gently pat Prongs snout and silently tell him to relay a message to Mandos once he arrived.

As the last of the souls were collected by the doe, with great reluctance he let go and stepped back. 

He gazed at the shining embodiments of all his friends one last time.

Their lights now casting a light over the whole forest. 

The oppressive feeling of the forest now totally gone.

There was only one thing left to do but this time there would be one difference. 

So with one command he sent them all off.

"Thank you...Now fly"

And they did.

All the patronus' shot upwards into the sky and released a varage of blue and silver light so bright you'd have thought a meteor shower were happening right in front of you.

As they flew and were nearly approaching the edge of the now opened up canopy Harry/Lómion turned to look at his family. His appearance still holding that of the Master of death.

"Use the mirror, say the spell 'portus' and it'll get you back to the gap. Go quickly before anyone from Doriath comes. I'll meet you home later"

Then before his family could voice any objections Harry/Lómion shot up into the air.

He shot up and was engulfed in the pure white light and smoke of unsupported flight.

He soared through the trees and on the tail of the patornus' that were now heading for the sea. He would only follow as far as the shoreline for he knew this would be his last chance to see off the loved ones of his former life. By the time his friends had reached the sundering seas and he had soared over the Havens of Sirion. Exhaustion would claim him before he barely managed to make his way back to the Lily patch.

However, what the young master of death failed to notice that among the friends he had called for aid...

.....there was one that was missing.

He was a wreck.

He was an utter wreck. 

There was really no other way to describe it.

He'd been locked in his room for the past week and had ZERO intention of coming out. He'd even locked the door with a "Colloportus" and "Unbreakable"charm for good measure. They may be first year spells but they definetly worked when it came to stopping people from manually breaking a lock or destroying the door. He'd barely managed to fly back to the Lily patch when his body and mind decided to completely collapse. Apparently, it was Maglor that found him and had immediately carried him back to the Gap. 

But that wasn't the odd part. Apparently it wasn't the flying white specter that clued his uncle as to his location. No, apparently he heard something about the Lily patch glowing or something.

Well whatever, he was too jaded right now to even care. 

The moment he became even somewhat lucid he immediately asked everyone to leave him alone. 

I mean can you blame him? 

He just summoned and felt the presence of his long lost loved ones. It'd been centuries since he'd seen them and he sure as hell wasn't expecting to feel even a fraction of them in this life. His longing and love for them coming back to bite him with a vengeance. 

This is exactly why the resurrection stone was so dangerous. 

This is why he only summoned their patronus' and not their actual spirits, but then again the spell incorporated so much of their owners it might as well have been them!

Cadmus Peverell was truly a fool when he asked death for such a thing. The stone brought back the soul of their loved ones but it did not make them alive. You could not touch them. You could not spend real time with them. They had nothing to look forward to or dreams to fulfill because their time was already up. Trying to defy death was like trying to defy the sun coming up. Trying to hang on to what is gone just causes you endless pain and longing. It completely destroys your ability to move on while honoring the ones you love by carrying them in their hearts. 

Sirius couldn't have said it better. 

"The one's we love are never truly gone. They live on right here, in our hearts."

And oh bullocks he really couldn't have been more right. Because right now his eyes looked as swollen as a watermelon. He'd cried so much this past week it was astounding he didn't pass out from dehydration. Máriel had definetly tried to break down the door at some point but that didn't work out seeing as he spelled it. He thinks Erestor tried to stab the door with a sword but that didn't work either. Eventually someone tried to pick the lock but the result was frustrated yelling from who he suspects was Caranthir or Curufin. Everyone was begging him to come out but he just couldn't. He left a sign at the door telling everyone to please leave him alone. 

Bullocks the only solace he had right now was that he'd gotten word from Prongs that the souls were all brought to Mandos without issue. The doe had also delivered all the letters and it seemed his grandmother liked the gift he made.

I think Prongs said something about her crying from joy? 

Oh well I guess that's good....ish.

Though I think there was something about some silver haired elf throwing a fit? 

He was also graced with some sadistic satisfaction at the knowledge that Mandos had indeed received his message but a reply wasn't given since Prongs had hightailed it out of there when Namo tried to grab him. 

Well Prongsalso said he ran off before Namo could speak to kind of miff him for making me upset. 

Such a good boy Prongs. 

I should definetly give you a treat. 

Sigh and I was trying to be forgiving to the guy who I'm supposedly the boss of.

Sorry Namo, my patience only goes so far. 

Though at least I know the souls will be cared for and now have a chance at living again. 

None of that trapped in Mandos till the second singing nonsense! 

I'll "Confringo" Mandos' doors to oblivion before I let that happen! 

(In the Halls of Mandos where the Lord of the Halls sat upon his throne and was nursing a headache, another sudden chill ran down the spine of his fana. A quiet "not again" being muttered as it did.)

(In the Máhanaxar where Manwë sat upon his throne an urgency for ANOTHER emergency meeting suddenly besieged his fana).

After all the rubbish that happened this last week, the sadistic glee from that knowledge was the least he was owed after going through so much emotional turmoil. He just laid in bed this past week and did absolutely nothing! He didn't go to the forges. He didn't come down to eat. He didn't even apparate out to work on the shield. Well the thing was almost done anyway, so whatever. He was just too depressed right now to get up. Even for elves, going without eating for a week was pushing it. 

He only ate some of the food his relatives had left for him at the door. His lethargy from the recent clusterfuck had left him jaded to both hunger and thirst. Though he did try for the sake of his relatives sanity. 

At least they were able to use the portkey to get back.

I may not have heard it but I just know someone from Doriath had to have seen that light show (Oh they did🤦).

Well whatever they can be left guessing for all I care. 

....Though it might not have been the best idea to fly over the Havens (It wasn't🙄)

I bet a lot of people saw me....well whatever I'm sure Cirdan will shut them up (He did😅).

There were already several instances this week where he had to use the "Auguamenti"and "Glacius" spells to make an ice pack for himself. His eyes were getting swollen to the point he could barely open them. Not an attractive look he wanted to be caught with. 

Though like with anything something had to give. Besides he already owed his family an explanation for what had happened. Ironic how in the depths of his brooding and wallowing in self pity he was able to realize that he had yet to tell his family about Fëanor's soul fragments. 

Yes, I just forgot to mention that for the past 15+ years.

I'm such an idiot. 

..now that I think about it.

Is there even a point in hiding my magic given what they've just seen? 

Can they get any more surprised? (Hell yes they can😅)

If I'm going to tell them I might as well do it in one shot. 

I don't have the patience to wait for haru to get here.

....I should make a bucket for him...

....just in case. 

With that he swiftly conjured another ice pack and placed it on his eyes as he laid back in bed. He cast a quick "Alohomora" at the door and waited for someone to come looking for him. He'd talk to whoever walked in first while he took a quick nap. 

Bugger, I'm so tired. 

I'll just play it by ear.....now...I....just wanna...sleep...

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…………huh?

Oh...how long did I sleep? 

....

Hmm? Who's patting my head? 

Oh it feels nice. 

Whoever was patting his head seemed to notice he was awake as they ceased their movement and carefully took the ice pack off his eyes. The action making him slowly open his eyes to small slits. His vision was extremely blurry and it took a few minutes to get it in focus. All the while the person in the room slowly helping him up and moving him to what he assumed was their chest. He felt a cup being placed to his lips. 

Oh I guess I haven't really been hydrating myself much have I now.

He slowly drank the water and leaned into the person holding him. By the time he was finally able to open his eyes he caught strands of silver hair. He looked up and saw that there was not one but two people in the room. His cousin Tyelpe was staring at him with worry decorating his face while he was being tenderly held by his Uncle Celegorm. A look of concern creasing his brow. Harry/Lómion just sighed and rather than use words just opted for speaking in their minds through ósanwë. An ability and connection he'd developed with all his family about a year ago. 

"Hi" he said through their mental connection. 

They seemed surprised that he wasn't speaking but opted to reply through ósanwë as well. 

"Hello little chick, I see you've finally opened up your nest. We were surprised to see the door was finally unlocked. Good timing too considering Curvo was about to start making a battering ram to try and knock it down" said Celegorm in an attempt to break the tension. The attempt succeeding as the child in his arms mentally snorted. 

"Sorry to tell you this but that wouldn't have worked either. Sorry, about that by the way but I just really wanted to be alone. I.....I'm sorry if I hurt you all" he said with melancholy in his voice. 

"I think I'm more concerned about you being hurt Lómion. We know you've barely eaten never mind drank any water. Maglor was actually in here too but he left before you woke to go tell the others you finally opened the door. He was worried sick that you were fading. We all were honestly. Nelyo has seen elves fade before and he'd sooner storm Angband by himself than see that happen to you little one" said Celegorm as he held Harry/Lómion closer to him and started rubbing his back. 

"Right...well what happened that night took a lot out of me. Not so much physically but more so emotionally. I needed to work things out on my own. Funny enough it also made me remember that I had to tell you all something. I don't suppose Uncle Fingon is still here? What about haru?" he said as he rested against his uncle and tried to move himself into a better sitting position. Said attempt failing as he just didn't have much strength to move around yet. 

"Fingon has not left since that night and has even been sleeping outside your door since. Maedhros tried to get him to stay in a guest room but he outright refused. Your grandfather is still in Barad Eithel but he's been getting hourly updates from Findekáno. The twins even suggested using swords to try and make another door in the wall but Moryo shut them down seeing as we didn't know where in the room you were" said his Uncle as he began taking a closer look at Harry/Lómion's gaunt looking face while pulling the blankets back around him. 

"Oh bugger I can't believe he did that. Well nothing to be done about it now. I suppose you all have questions about that night?" he said and steeled himself for the perceived storm but was surprised by who spoke next. 

"We have questions that probably could fill hundreds of pages in a book. It almost turned into a game while we waited for you to let us in. But I know you cousin and before you get any negative thoughts in your head. I'm going to say this now and you better believe it. What I saw and what you did that night was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The song I heard that night stirred more emotion in my fëa than any of the songs from Valinor ever did. I dare say the figures I saw that night were more beautiful than even the light of the two trees. I did not think it was strange cousin rather I know you were doing something to help someone even if I know not what it was. You're amazing Maeglin, you know that. I think your heart may be bigger than the ocean itself. I'm not going to demand anything from you. Whatever you want to tell me is your choice. I'm no fool, I know people have broken your trust before. I think I'd honestly just be touched that I've earned enough of your trust that you'd be willing to tell me what your comfortable with. I am your older cousin after all and it's my job to make sure you're alright. I'm so happy I'm finally not the baby in this family anymore haha" said Tyelpe as a kind smile graced his face and honesty permeated his words. 

He...he means that...

"You should listen to your cousin little chick because I share his thoughts. We all do. I might not be the most emotional of my brothers but I can say right now that what I saw that night was just amazing. I've never in all my life seen such a beautiful stag and doe. Dear Eru I've never even seen some of those animals before period. Once you feel better you have to tell me what some of them are. That giant cat was just breathtaking! Now, I know where that sigil on your pouch came from" said Celegorm as his face radiated interest in the patronus forms he'd seen that night. 

He couldn't help it. His eyes teared up and started crying again. But this time it wasn't from sadness but rather from happiness at hearing their words. He burrowed himself in his uncles chest and promptly fell asleep again but not before he heard a "what did you do?!" from a no doubt incredulous Maglor. 

By the time he woke up, cleaned his face, and had eaten a large meal. Well eaten a large meal at the behest of his entire family. They had now all gathered in Maglor's room. Reason being Maglor insisted he be moved somewhere more comfortable while his room was cleaned. They fought with him to go to the healing halls but he had refused. He wanted privacy for this conversation because it was gonna be a doozy. His uncle Fingon sat next to him on the bed looking like he wanted to hold him but he had told him to stay back for the moment. 

"Alright before I get started uncle is haru busy at the moment? Is he alone?" he said as he wanted to know for what he was about to do.

Fingon just looked curious for a moment before mentally checking and then answering. 

"He's in his office and only Elvion is in the room with him" said his Uncle as though he thought it an odd question. 

"Perfect, that makes this easier. Tell him to try and not panic. Everyone I'll be back in a minute" he said and before everyone in the room, he quickly apparated right to Barad Eithel. 

The moment he "popped" right into his haru's office he was met with a loud bang that came from his haru's second dropping the tray of stationary he was holding. Elvion and his haru were now gaping like a fish at his sudden appearance from thin air. 

"Lómion??? What??? What????" 

"Sorry haru I just need a moment of your time. This won't take long. I'll bring you right back when we're done. Fair warning though, you might throw up. Oh Elvion do try to keep this room empty please until we get back" he said as he quickly grabbed his haru's shoulder and in a blink apparated them both right back to Maglor's bedroom in the Gap. 

Though the moment they returned he heard his grandfather scream and then go green. 

Uh Oh...well I saw that coming. 

Harry/Lómion immediately conjured a bucket and slammed it in front of his grandfather who then proceeded to throw up into it. Apparition was never easy for first time users and his poor haru seemed to be among the majority that got sick from it. His uncles looking utterly gobsmacked at their sudden appearance to even notice the smell from his haru throwing up. He'd honestly be shocked if a bug didn't fly right into their open jaws.

By the time his haru was done throwing up he had taken the liberty of grabbing the bucket and casting a "Deletrius" charm to effectively disintegrate the bucket along with its contents. 

His haru was now dry heaving but managed to gather enough of his wits to look him in the eye and practically screech. 

"What in the void was that??!"

"Apparation. My fastest means of travel. Pretty handy when you're in a tight spot.  Though I'll explain it better later. Right now I have something to tell you all. But I'm gonna warn you now, you'll probably not like it" he said and helped his haru to lean back against the wall of the bed they now rested on. 

But before he did anything else he looked at his uncle Fingon. His eyes wondering if it was still okay to lean on him. His uncle just nodded and let him lean on his shoulder. 

The sooner I get this done. The sooner I can get some more rest.

"Whatever you just did aside. Maeglin are you sure you're feeling like you can do this right now. I still insist you get some rest. You've only just eaten a proper meal" said Maedhros as he demonstrated his level headed persona.

"It's fine Uncle. This is important because....because it involves grand uncle Fëanor" he said and that seemed to grab all their attention as they suddenly locked their gazes on him with hyper interest. 

The room went silent and he waited for someone to speak first before starting this very meticulous conversation. 

"What do you mean Lómion? What does Atar have to do with this?" said Maglor as he suddenly had a very grave look on his face. Their father no doubt being an awkward subject of discussion for the high king who now had a tense look on his face. 

"Well the best way to answer that is by explaining to you what happened that night. Please brace yourselves because I'm only going to say it once. I don't think I can handle repeating this" he said and his audience was now looking quite nervous. 

"That night...when we landed in Nan-Elmoth. What did you see me holding?" he asked and waited for someone to answer so he could continue. 

"Pitya all we saw when you got ahead of us was you holding something. It looked like some kind of dim light..." said Fingon as his face suddenly fell at possibly realizing something.

".....It wasn't just a light.....it was him..." he said and he looked at his haru before continuing. 

"It was him haru, the light I was holding...it was great grandfather Finwë's haru......it was the fëa of Tata. That was his lost soul" he said and took a deep breath when in that moment a cold silence permeated the room. His haru now looking very pale before faintly speaking.

"....what?" 

"That's what happened to him haru. Him and nearly half of the first elves to awaken at Cuiviénen. Those dark stories and the rumors weren't the full truth. No it was so much worse. That filthy skulking vile Disgusting WRETCH OF A DEMENTOR! That abhorrent abomination stole the hora's of the first elves and used them to create the orcs. He threw their souls and tossed them to wonder the world. That was them....and they were stuck like that....damn it...I should have come sooner.. if I had just known..." he said as his power slipped out from the rage but then dwindled when he broke down again into sobs at the mere knowledge of this affront. Fingon quickly grabbing him to try and calm him down. 

All the shile his uncles and now his grandfather looking like they were about to pass out from the sheer horror of this realization. Especially that their youngest member had found out first. 

"How? How do you know?" said Caranthir with a look that was trying to even comprehend what he was hearing. 

"He told me. Tata he showed me when he touched me. I saw his memories and felt his fears. They were there in the forest because it felt safer. They were calling me for help when I dreamed of them. I had to uncle. I had to help them. I couldn't just leave them. It was wrong...they shouldn't have been left like that to begin with" he said as he tried to gain control of himself but he was struggling. 

"Lómion I don't understand. Why you? Why were you the one that could help them? What did you summon?" said Tyelpe as he was trying to understand what his cousin could do about this. 

"It had to be me because I was the only one or the only one with any DAMN SENSE that could get them to Mandos. They couldn't stay there any longer. So what you saw was my patronus. He's called Prongs and he's my friend. Well to be more specific in a sense he is me. He's the living manifestation of all the joys and love that makes a person. Don't compare him to other patronus' though because he is different. He chases away all evil and could ferry the souls where they needed to go" he said as he fondly talked about his friend as he tried to control his anger at the Valar's utter negligence. 

"A patronus..that's what that was. But..but there were more...the doe" said Fingon as he remembered the ethereal beings from that night. 

But the moment he did he noticed his nephew had gone very quiet. A look of absolute longing covering his face. Harry/Lómion was blankly staring off and only snapped out it when Maglor called out his name. 

"....she's...she's special. She's very special....she's weak but she is strong. She protects and is full of love. I needed help because there were too many souls for just Prongs to carry. The others you saw....they're....they were my friends....it wasn't them exactly... but their patronus' is who they were as a person. Each representing who they are in spirit. I needed their help and they came. They carried them all to Mandos. Sweet Cersei there was over a 100 of them" he said as he rubbed his forehead. A very serious headache and ache coming his way from the mere mention of his mother's patronus. 

Everyone looked liked they couldn't breathe. His maternal relatives actually starting to tear up at the knowledge of this. They were even more shocked at the the emotional turmoil doing such a thing must have done to the elfling that now lay sick before them.

"I don't understand. How? How could this happen?? You shouldn't have been the one to bear this!" said his haru as he now sounded like he was seething. 

"It had to be me Haru because I had to clean up what those blithering idiots left behind. Don't worry though I made sure Prongs delivered my Message to dear Lord Mandos and the other Valar. Believe me I made sure this will NEVER happen again" he said as a wolfish grin now decorated his face. 

Unfortunately the sentiment was not really shared as his whole family now turned their heads to him so fast you'd have thought their necks got strained. 

"...pardon?? Lómion what do you mean message? You didn't do something bad did you?" said his Uncle Fingon as he started shaking a bit. 

"Well I didn't swear at him if that's what your asking but I did say I'd annihilate his halls and the Máhanaxar if this ever happened again" he said as though he were speaking about the weather. 

In that moment all the occupants of the room sucked in a very deep gasp when Curufin and Caranthir proceeded to go blue and pass out from fright. Maglor nearly close behind as he started violently trembling. The rest of the occupants now bearing dropped jaws and buck wide eyes. 

"You....you....YOU WHAT????!!" screamed Maedhros at the top of his lungs.

"Don't! Don't any of you try to tell me I shouldn't have done it. What they did was inexcusable! They have one job! One job and they continue to do it half-way! They knew what happened to those souls! I will not forgive Namo or the whole pack of them for abandoning those innocent souls! They released that monster without ever claiming responsibility! They didn't let them into Mandos or even send the call because they didn't fall under their rediculous obscure definition of death!! They were going to leave them until the second singing! IF ANYONE HAS ANY RIGHT TO DEEM A BODILESS SPIRIT AS DEAD IT IS ME! THEIR ACTIONS LEFT THE NATURAL ORDER UTTERLY VIOLATED! I WILL NOT HAVE IT! I WILL NOT LET IT BE! AND I MADE SURE THEY KNEW WHAT THEIR ACTIONS WROUGHT" he said as he rose from the bed and started violently pacing. His hair had started turning silver again and his eyes were glowing their bright emerald. His rage was rising and he needed to calm down before he split the whole castle in half.

That was when his haru grabbed his hands and looked him in the eyes completely unafraid of what he was seeing. He pulled him back to the bed and pulled him into his arms in a tight embrace. He even heard Maglor come closer to them and start humming a tune meant to calm the soul. It certainly worked as he started calming down. His hair and eyes returning to normal. He took a deep breath and proceeded to look at everyone in the room. Rather than fear their faces held looks that he was honestly not familiar with but he knew they were nothing negative.

"I can't excuse this. I won't excuse it. They had to know the consequences. They've made too many mistakes as it is. You've already seen who I partitioned to end the Doom but there's more. Do you all remember when grand uncle Fëanor said that if the gems were destroyed then he would be destroyed with them?" he said and the looks he got said it all. 

"Lómion how do you about that? You weren't even...." said Maedhros but paused when Harry/Lómion stopped him. 

"I know because I've seen it but you need to know......he wasn't lying" he said as he pulled himself from his haru's arms and looked his uncles in the eye. 

"He wasn't lying. When he made the Silmarills you all noticed he'd been acting strangely right? He'd get angry at times for just the smallest thing. He'd act like he couldn't really be happy or more violent when he shouldn't have been. It seemed like his sense of reason to any situation had just up and vanished right? He also clung to the gems like they were his lifeline right?" he said and everyone stared at him in shock, no doubt from his intimate knowledge of those times.

"Maeglin how? What are you trying to say?" said Celegorm as a foreboding stared forming in his gut  

"I'm trying to say that when Fëanor made the silmarills. He didn't just capture the light of the trees in them. I don't think he meant to do it but he...." he took a deep breath before continuing.

"He captured pieces of his own fëa as well. The gems really were cursed uncle. They were cursed because three pieces of an elf's soul were trapped inside them, endlessly wanting to back to their original owner. If they had broken the jewels the pieces would have been lost forever. By the time the Valar even noticed this, he was already dead" he said and was almost nervous when he saw the shocked and sheer rage that now decorated his uncles faces. His haru looking like he'd just learned the secret to the universe. 

"Let me see if I understand this right. You're saying Atar broke his fëa, put them in the silmarills, and became erratic because of it. Then the Valar demanded the gems and could have possibly caused irreparable damage to him had they done it. Then they only learn the truth after he'd already died and still didn't say anything. Have I got that right little one?" said Celegorm in a voice that was full of venom not aimed at him. 

"Yes but please don't panic. Before I returned the gems to all of you I managed to get the soul pieces out while still keeping the light in. Remember when I asked Prongs to carry the lights again. It was because I had Prongs take Fëanor's soul pieces back to Mandos. Prongs made it there and delivered the pieces fine. Apparently the only other way would have been to get Eru's help because it seems Namo couldn't heal damage like that. I think he's doing much better now. I'm not sure if I should be telling you this but Prongs told me he saw him on this last visit. Apparently he seemed amused when Prongs ran out of Mandos before Namo had a chance to process my message" he said and for one moment everyone went silent before an odd sounding snort was heard from all his relatives. But just as soon as the sound had come they all proceeded to tear up. 

He was about to freak out when Celegorm suddenly stood from his seat and marched to him on the bed. His silver haired uncle gently grabbed his face and pulled him towards him in a very tight hug. He could feel Celegorm crying into his hair as he felt his uncle press a kiss to his brow. 

Wow he's usually not this affectionate. 

Guess the news made him happy. 

The moment Celegorm released him he was soon besieged by the same treatment from all his still conscious uncles. The twins had nearly buried him in a dog pile when they both hugged him at the same time. 

His uncle and haru finally got their turn to hold him again and were choking on their sobs while whispering along the lines of "You beautiful child" and "endlessly kind heart."

Tyelpe was even tearing up when he finally spoke.

"But how? How Maeglin? How are you able to do such things?" said his cousin as he came over and hugged him as well.

Ah so now it's time. 

Well here goes. 

"The answer is simple cousin" 

"For I am the one who knows both sides of the coin"

"I am the one who knows life and its end"

"I am the bearer of the Deathy Hallows"

"I am the Master of Death"