The Wizarding Prince of Twilight

Chapter 18

Year 426 of the First Age.

Darti and the Dwarves of Belegost

It was just another day for a certain dark haired dwarf. Well it would be more accurate to say dwarrowdam. Yes, contrary to expectations dwarrowdams dams did in fact have beards. Darti was graced with deep mahogany colored locks and beard. Her eyes were a deep blue akin to sapphires. She was quite fair for a dwarrowdam and many were pleased when she finally settled down. However, even with the love of her husband Orin, she could not feel fully at ease. 

Mostly on account of her missing friend Eöl and his cute little elfling son Maeglin. 

Now, while most dwarves would call elves "tree shagging princesses." The same could not be said for those two. Contrary to Eöl's Sindar kin, he was humble and very quiet. Well he was until Darti shared some of her famous Dorwinion wine with him after he had finished a long project. Stingy silver head still wouldn't share much Galvorn with her. 

Can't blame him though I'd horde that stuff too. 

Well at least he shared something. 

Though the moment he started drinking.....well. Tis truly amazing what some people will say when drunk, even elves. But if she were being honest, she didn't like what she heard one bit!

It actually took half her kin and a direct command, more like plead, from her Lord and Uncle Azaghal to stop her from bashing that sorry excuse of a sire with her war hammer. 

Let it never be said that dwarrowdams didn't know how to fight.

I mean really how dare they!

It wasn't bad enough those horrid pigs initially killed dwarves on sight.

Okay granted they were criminals...but still. 

To neglect your own child because he wasn't as "gifted" as his spoiled brat of a sister!

Barzul knular! (Curse them!)

Eöl is a brilliant forgemaster! 

Aulë's beard! Uncle almost had to bribe him for even a sliver of his tricks in a drinking contest!

Many had heard tell of this King of Beleriand and all the nonsense about him establishing a great kingdom. By Mahal, the first time Darti actually met that elf was when she had accompanied her Lord and Uncle Azaghal on a diplomatic trade mission to that horrid forest. Now while the trees and the scenery were nice, it was the residents that weren't. Many of them quietly sneered at their appearance while others just looked embarrassed at their behavior. 

Such first impressions immediately told her that these people were divided. They weren't a united front in any sense. No, these elves, were blinder than bats. 

As for their king...well. He was certainly an interesting site. Him and Eöl had the same silver hair,  well Eöl's was less shiny, but this king was just obscenely tall. Really! The fool looked so big you'd need to have a custom bed made for him (🤣). No wonder these caves had high ceilings! Poor fool would hit his head everywhere if they weren't. Now as for the wife or queen. 

Darti immediately knew something was off about her. 

The little wine session did make Eöl mention her quite a bit. So much in fact that Darti almost regretted giving it to him because well he always said she was....blank? She didn't really understand at first, but NOW she could. 

Eöl said she was a maia?Ainur?...whatever🙄. Anyway. Supposedly she was some sort of divine handmaiden that once served her creators wife's sister??? Something like that. Eöl said these Sindar practically worshipped her and her masters. Darti couldn't talk because her people worshipped Mahal or as the elves called him Aulë. But it wasn't any of that that bothered her. 

No, it was the look on the queens face. That pretty porcelain face that frankly didn't look realistic. Darti took one look at the queen and knew one thing. Something that a fellow female would immediately know. Something that one with strong stone sense, a gift from Mahal, could tell. 

By Mahal, she has no idea what's she's doing. 

She doesn't know how to deal with people or elves at all. 

Yes, as soon as Darti saw Melian and observed how she behaved throughout their meeting. She immediately knew how things had gone so wrong. This being just didn't know how to express care in a standard maternal sense. Well standard by her definitions. Not once did the maia speak during the meeting or engage in the conversation. Darti tried to make eye contact but it was like she wasn't seeing her. It was like this Melian was observing their behavior as though to study it? Darti didn't pick up any maliciousness but she could just tell that this staring and disengagement could probably be seen badly by a child. Never mind Darti was already getting uncomfortable from it and she was an adult! 

By the time the meeting was over and their agreements done. She had bolted out of that forest so fast, she practically dragged her uncle by his beard.

That place was toxic. 

Aulë's beard that place was so...disconnected. 

Not once did they ask for weapons but more so gems and luxuries. 

How can they ask for such things when we're all at war!

Her uncle clearly found those elves disconcerting, but he never outwardly said it before the court. It's like they didn't want to admit what was happening around them. They were so convinced that this "girdle" would always keep them safe. 

May Mahal have mercy when that belief came tumbling down.

Though of course that wouldn't be the end of it. For a time she saw her friend was happy because he had just gotten married and now was a father to a son. 

It was many decades ago when Eöl came into her home carrying the cutest little thing she had even seen. There in his arms was the first elfling she'd ever seen. The little raven haired child was very shy and was clinging to his father's neck. 

Oh Mahal he has his father's dark eyes.

Children were precious to the dwarves, regardless of race, so this little one was no exception. 

"His name's Maeglin. Come now ion come introduce yourself" said Eöl as a rare smile graced his face. The little elfling looking at him and then her with shyness.

Save me he's so cute. 

"Gamut manun Lady Darti, Tan menu selek lanun naman (Good day Lady Darti, may your forge burn bright)" said little Maeglin in perfect Kuzdhul as he was released from his father's arms and toddled over to her. 

It took all her restraint not to coo or very well steal this little darling. Ugh that sneak Eöl was barely holding back a smug smirk at her reaction. 

"Well hello Maeglin, I see you speak perfect kuzdhul. I must say I'm honored and believe you've earned a reward. Tell me have you ever heard of rock candy?" she said and had to bite her tongue when she saw his dark eyes go wide at the mention of sweets. 

Ah, so he was a sweet tooth 👀🤭.

And so it went. Eöl brought his son and she would enjoy her time with them both. Eöl always talked about his son's sharp intuition and clearly inherited gift for the forge. He shared his love and fear for his wife's free spirit. Sometimes he even spouted nonsense about how he didn't think himself worthy of his wife. Eöl always said the thought of losing either of them terrified him out of his mind. His fear of his powers not being as strong as his sisters making him think it would cause him to fail in protecting them. So much so that he never told anyone about them and hid their existence so as to keep them safe. Darti slapped his hand for that comment and told him to stop worrying. 

Though of course her advice could only go so far when her friend changed after a certain incident. 

She'd never forget that day for as long as she lived. 

And deep down she knew she'd never respect Eöl's kin.

Not now or ever.

"I can't believe him! I knew I KNEW I was nothing to them but now I know without question! HOW DARE HE! HOW DARE THEY ASK ME TO RETURN AFTER DEMANDING MY BEST WORK!!" boomed Eöl after he had come for one of his last visits. His mask only dropping when they entered Darti's personal workshop. Darti gazing sadly at her friend. 

"Slow down my sagh(friend). You know I'm not privy to your elvish hearing. Speak slowly so I can understand" she said as she brought out some of her favorite wine. Him accepting a glass as she filled up the glasses for both of them. 

"I hate him. I hate her. I hate all of them! I'm so tired Darti. I know not what to do. The orc attacks are getting worse. I asked 'my king' for leave to expand the Girdle to Nan-Elmoth and HE REFUSED! He wouldn't even allow elves not born in Doriath the chance to stay in Neldoreth! That damn coward said if I wanted to be safe than I should move back to Doriath! HOW DARE HE!!! HOW DARE THEY DO THIS TO ME! My own father demands my best work in exchange for the lordship of Nan-Elmoth and he dares to act like that was nothing?! I did not struggle to get out of that thrice cursed forest just to go back. I will not leave my wife or dare raise my son without his mother! But no those horrid sycophants would truly make me choose. I can't take this anymore Darti!! Never will I regret not telling them about Maeglin or my wife. NEVER! Those disloyal vultures would treat my son the same way they treated me if not worse! It may be true that I do not care for my wife's kin but I love her regardless. My family are the only one's who have ever truly loved me. I can't lose them. The darkness in the north is getting worse. Everyday it tries to encroach upon the forest and I struggle to hold it back" said Eöl with a mix of sheer rage and sadness in his voice. The words "my king" being said with naught but utter disdain. Darti handing him a handkerchief when she noticed some tears. 

By Mahal's mercy I knew this would happen. 

Of all the nonsense I've heard in my years this one takes the stones. 

What kind of parent demands a smiths best work as payment??

Ask a dwarf that and you'll get a guaranteed axe to the face🤦. 

"I'm sorry my friend I truly am. I know I may be biting rocks with this but have you perhaps considered seeking aid from that sister you mentioned?" said Darti as she patted his shoulder. She may have said "mentioned" but in truth Eöl had naught but raged about her. A vein appeared on his head the moment she was brought up.

"Her? Surely you jest my friend. For all the 'power' she wields she is naught but a reckless fool! She has never once supported me in anything. There was a time I did care for her but she has never shown any love to me. Her spoiled upbringing making her utterly beyond the notion of a civil conversation. Every issue that comes my way she says is due to my 'weaker power.' As if that hypocrite can speak when she uses it for nothing! What's the point of having power if you don't use it to help others?? There is a war going on and she acts like nothing is wrong because Melian let's her! It's like I don't exist, all they see is her and her 'beauty.' I will never seek her aid Darti for I know I will get none. She would never support me, my wife, or my son. Honestly, I truly fear what would happen if she ever met Maeglin. You know my child is special, I can feel it" said Eöl as he covered his face with his hands and groaned at the very idea of her meeting his son. 

Well so much for that idea.

Indeed I've not heard good things about her but I can garner a guess given the mother's behavior. 

So much for "perfect elves" 

By my beard what a load of trash.

.....Though he's not wrong that Maeglin is special.

Indeed her friend's assumptions may not be as farfetched as others would think. More than once she'd seen Maeglin notice things that others wouldn't. The child was beyond gifted in forging and sometimes......it felt like there was something else. There were just too many instances when that child seemed to come up with ideas that were quite....well unique. He was very smart for a young elf and far more open minded than his kin. It was like he had experience in such things but whenever she brought it up the child would just tilt his head in question. Maeglin himself would get confused at why he said such things. He was certainly a kind child, that much was for certain. That boy was so kind and affectionate it was almost odd. Sometimes Darti would wonder if this little child thought she was his aunt rather than Luthien. 

Of course I'll never complain about that child hugging me. Anyone who takes issue with it can go shave their beards with a rusted spoon😤.

However Darti didn't know that following one last visit, she would not see that child again. Nor her friend Eöl after he had stormed off during a celebration. 

It had been near almost a century since she'd seen either of them. Though deep down she knew Eöl was gone. The prissy and snobby silver head that showed up at their doors asking about him was all the proof she needed. Of course no one ever answered the pompous tree hugger that was glaring at them in clear disdain. Eöl was their friend, not theirs, and they were lucky they didn't get their heads bashed for stepping foot on their lands without permission.

And so it went. She thought she'd never hear or know of Maeglin's fate. The sadness of such a thought causing her heart to break. Of course she would soon be proven wrong when another of her dwarf friends came asking about a young elf named Maeglin!

It need not be said that she immediately dragged the elf to her workshop and interrogated the coal mines out of him! 

As sad as she was to hear of Eöl's passing, it was still a balm to her heart to know that his child yet lived. A child that was apparently causing quite a headache for these supposed Noldorin Prince's. She couldn't help but laugh so hard she fell off her stool when Curufin told her he supposedly pranked him.

Hahahaha I knew that little gem was special!!

Hahahahaha I never thought I'd see those pretty faces squirm! Hahahaha

Well done Maeglin! Bless you🫡

That was about a year ago and this year she would be turning 134, still quite young for a dwarrowdam seeing as their people could live to well over 300. Her Uncle Azaghal was already well over 250. 

Crazy geezer is too stubborn to die🙄

Not that I want him to of course.

Even if he is a battle hungry reckless fool🤦

I'll shave my beard before I hear of him killing one of those flaming monsters in the north😑.

Though her thoughts would be interrupted when an urgent message came, a message from her Uncle no less. Apparently, some news had just come about that demanded the presence of every dwarf in the whole of Belegost. 

What in the world is going on now??

What's got him so worked up?

Has another message from our creator come through? (Oh another?🤭)

Please don't tell me Mahal has gone and lost another of his workers....

We couldnt even find a wiff of the first one (hmmm👀?)

Everyone was already going mad about not hearing any news from their kin over the Blue mountains. (Pfft😏).

I don't know who thought it would be a good idea to try and dig into a volcano, but whoever did probably had too many hits to the head🤦.

As she and Orin entered the grand hall and her eyes landed on her uncle who was sitting on his throne. His stone crown resting atop his head and his face looking.....

...Oh dear....he's not happy. 

She said nothing as she took her place by his side and her husband at hers. The rest of the royal family coming to take their seats while the halls filled with all their kin. None were excused from this summons it seems as the hall was now filled with every gem miner, toy maker, bard, cook, farmer, craftsmen, scholar, scribe, and noble dwarf that resided in Belegost. 

This must be serious. 

"Welcome all who have come. I know I have torn you all from your work but there was no other choice. My kin, my children, my dwarf brothers and sisters! I have called you all here because word has reached my ear that a crime unencountered has occured" said their leader Azaghal as his red beard almost bristled from the rage that was no doubt coursing through him.

The Dwarves all held their breath for what he would say next. 

Though in truth none could have prepared themselves for what he said next.

"My brothers! Through word of our dwarf friend Lord Curufin I have been made aware."

"That the elves of Gondolin have broken THE UNSPOKEN LAW OF THE FORGE!" 

For one moment nobody spoke. 

The information processing in their heads. 

But the moment it did the hall exploded.

"Imrid Amrad Ursul!!!" (Die a death of fire!)

"NAMIN MEN BURK!" (Kiss my axe!)

"Men Shmek Menu!! (I kill you!!)

"ISHKHAKUI AI DURUGNUL!!!!" (I spit on your grave!!!!)

"Rukhs Shirumund Caragu!!" (Beardless Orc Dung!!)

It didn't stop.

Every curse word that existed in their language was being spoken that day. 

Many mothers didn't bother covering their children's ears for this was a proud part of their mother language, Kuzdhul.

Let them know how to speak of the scum that did this!!!!

Barzul knular!!(Curse them!!)

Mahal give me strength!!! 

Just who was the poor victim?? What poor smith endured such a horror?!

Mahal help them through such a thing!

But Darti would get an answer far sooner than she expected. 

For while her kin were still releasing their rage and no doubt planning the brutal death of the wretches who'd committed such a vile crime. Her Uncle pulled her closer and whispered the name of the victim. 

A victim that she could have never imagined.

A victim that was naught but a child. 

In that moment her Uncle Azaghal told her that the victim of such a crime was none other than the sweet child that had found a special place in her heart. 

The victim was Maeglin. 

And as soon as she heard this Darti swore. 

She swore that when she got her hands on the prissy peacocks that had harmed that sweet child.

She and her war hammer would show no mercy! 👹

Year 441 of the First Age. 

Milya and her Fellow Healers

Milya was a renowned healer well she thought she was....until he came along. Milya was one of the rare elves descended from both the Noldor and the Vanyar. Her distinctive blonde hair and blue eyes were traits she had inherited from her Vanya mother. Her father was a strong Noldor who was in fact a healer. He studied in the gardens of Estë and delighted in plant based herbs and medicines. Both of course had stayed behind in Valinor and she was glad for it. For a time Milya enjoyed her life in Valinor. For a time she was content to learn what was available to her, but that time soon ran out. Her fathers work as a healer was one that was regarded with less enthusiasm than expected. Many did not get injured in Valinor or rather did not get injured in the same regard as the elves of Beleriand.

Now, judge not her intentions as selfish. 

Milya did not follow her Lord to Beleriand on account of a selfish need for fame and a desire to practice her craft.

Nay, it was because of her burning desire to better her skill set so as to save the lives of others. 

Her passion and infuriation hitting a new zenith when she sought to study under the great Valie healer Estë. She was different from her father in that she wanted to learn the treatments needed to regrow severed limbs, to treat the high fevers that were rumored to plague the edain, to learn the proper methods for healing the mind of those plagued by nightmares. She wanted to learn it all because she wanted to help and she thought the Lady Estë would share in her passion. 

Unfortunately, she thought wrong. 

For when she poured her heart out to the valie in a foolish belief that they would be proud of her honesty. She was instead met with a blank look that almost looked like the valie was uncomfortable with something she said. Milya's faith in the valar shattered when the Lady Estë, while not cruelly, calmly told her that such techniques were ones she should not need to learn. Her faith breaking even further when Lord Manwë released that wretch Morgoth with no supervision whatsoever. 

How could such skills not be needed when that heinous creature is running about with no restrictions?!

What fantasy have they fooled themselves into living?

Are they truly so foolish as to believe this foul monster's obvious lies? 

Sadly, Milya would see they were, or at least Manwë was, for when the trees were destroyed and their king was killed without hope for justice her decision was made.

She did all she could to help Prince Maitimo after he was saved from Angband but nothing she did was ever enough. She always hated and blamed herself for what he was suffering.

If I had just learned the techniques. If I had just pushed that valie or even found a willing maiar.

This trend continued for quite some time, that is until a certain princeling decided to turn her whole world upside down. In naught but a single night her lord had been healed of his spiritual pain, all his scars, and the loss of his right hand. The new limb looking as though the old one were never lost.

To the Void with her Lord's orders!

I'm going to find this healer if I have to tear Beleriand apart!! ⚡️

You can run little healer but you can't hide forever! 😈

I'm not the only one that wants to learn your tricks! 😈😈😈

Her fellow healers sharing in her resolve as they took to scouring the lands for the mysterious healer. The ferocity of their search mirroring that of an orc hunt. 

Of course at some point this mysterious healer would indeed be found........but by Eru Ilúvatar what in the world was this????😳

This supposed healer was naught but an elfling! An elfling that was suffering from fëa sickness. An elfling that had fought Morgoth and won???? An elfling that was the grandchild of both the House of Fingolfin and Thingol?? This child was part maia for Eru's sake! A part maia elfling that was without question the incarnation of chaos and mischief personified. This little rabbit enjoyed making fools out of all of them! Her assumptions further confirmed when her Lord had explained to her and Roitaro that the messenger falcon was in fact the new found Prince Lómion in disguise. The child seemingly possessing the ability to change skins; an ability commonly seen among the maiar. 

Ohhhhh....👹 that explains how that accursed bird kept getting away!

Now, while that explained some of it. It didn't explain all of it. It would be one thing if the child had a skill in healing but no this little chaos bringer had an array of skills that just didn't seem to have an end! 

Healing, forging, trade, farming.......magic?

Where in Arda is the end to all this????

She'd never forget the day that crazy little prince enchanted the castle and scared her fellow healer Hiswo so bad he fainted where he stood.

I never knew a ner could scream like that🫣

She had to carry the ner out of the castle on her back. Needless to say that may have killed any potential courtships he had planned. 

Seeing a grown ner getting carried by an elleth does not exactly scream good marriage prospects. 🙄

Never mind screaming like a child before the entirety of Himring. 

That was before we even knew his identity. Hiswo was out for blood because of that. 🤦

Now if she thought that was the end of it than she was sorely mistaken! No, the little maniac wasn't done🤯. Now he decided to create some kind of barrier that was set to kill any enemy forces in a manner she didn't even want to think about. True, it was entertaining to see the "peace offerings" blow up an orc's hands but it still didn't change the facts. 

Think what you want. I enjoy seeing these dark creatures get what they deserve! That doesn't make me sadistic (Doesn't it?😅)

Even if she had these miracle medicines, it still didn't teach her how to make them. Hiswo was even willing to let go of his vendetta agaisnt the little balrog for essentially dooming him to be an eternal bachelor if he just learnt something of this child's tricks! She won't even bring up the fireplace incident😓. How in Arda that happened she would never know. By the time Lord Maedhros carried his cooked younger brother to the healing halls. Poor Lord Maglor was nought but a twitchy mess, all the while mumbling about how this whole incident was that child's doing. The poor bard of the Noldor looked like he was ready to run to that supposedly blessed Lily field and beg the Allfather for answers as to why they gave this elfling all these mad abilities! 

I had to give him a sleeping tonic just to get him to calm down. 

Supposedly the little balrog had the same idea when he finally capitulated into teaching her something. 

For a moment.

For just a moment she thought she could respect this little hell spawn that had made a fool out of every healer in Arda AND Aman. 

I would just LOVE to see the look on Lady Estë's face when she sees this child (She's REALLY confused😂).

Of course he had to go and complete this said barrier without a single word of notice to ANYONE! The panic caused by that barrier would no doubt go down in history as the greatest embarrassment to elves period! To the Void with the benefits!!! By no means is it normal for an orc to just spontaneously combust!

If there was any hope of Hiswo finding his one it was gone now. For as soon as everyone started evacuating the fortress in the middle of the night. An orc head decided to blast right off its owners body, courtesy of the little balrogs magic, fly through the air and land right on Hiswo's head! The high pitched scream he released was so loud you could have confused it with the one released by Lord Maglor. Never mind that he proceeded to faint AGAIN! Milya being forced to carry him yet AGAIN! 

She had no doubt everyone would have laughed if they were not too busy running for their lives! Of course there was no safety given the accursed barrier covered most of the Fëanorian territories! The only highlight to the whole mess being that there were no orcs, goblins, or trolls to supposedly pick them off like flies.

Though there were plenty of corpses all over the place!

Well at the very least he kept his promise about teaching me and the others how to make this "Essence of Dittany."

Twas certainly helpful in healing the cuts Hiswo procured after fainting on a rock. 

A brew that can instantly heal severe injuries. 

He may be insane.

But he's a genius that's practical. 

Though every fiber of my being hates that he hasn't had a ceremony to announce his status. 

I know Lord Maedhros likes it even less. 

A child of such talent, even if they're crazy, remaining unacknowledged was just wrong in every way. 

Especially a prince! Damn the Gondolindrum and their horrid flock!

Though her thoughts would be interrupted by one she knew well and also shared her frustrations. 

"I hope you know this is probably not the last we'll of his antics" said none other than her dear friend Máriel. Her silver eyes looking at her blue in expectation. 

"I'd like to say you are wrong but deep in my bones I fear you are right" she said as she sipped on her wine. Her and Máriel were sitting on the grass. A soft picnic blanket underneath them and the sun shining above their heads. They did not have to worry about orcs for they were on the edges of Himlad that near bordered Estolad. 

Well that little prince's magic was at least good for this. 

I have not had such a respite since Valinor.

Following the activation of this supposed barrier, the majority of the Fëanorians had fled here as a means to escape the feeling of utter annihilation bearing down upon them. It'd been six months since that incident and the lord's had recently moved back into the castles along with half of their followers. The remaining half taking some more time to "acclimate" to said death magic. 

"Do not be too upset Milya. At least the child had the decency to be embarrassed about this incident" said Máriel in the tone of one used to said child's madness. Her face hinting she didn't really mean what she said. 

Oh he BETTER have the decency to be ashamed of that. 

I envy the edain for not being able to sense any of this!

"Well our lord's and High King were certainly not lenient in his punishment nor Prince Celebrimbor's for that matter. The next century of cleaning the stables I believe. Though one would argue that's a bit light for all the havoc they caused" said Milya as she interlaced her fingers and looked up at the sky. The chirping birds serving to calm her temper.

"True but we both know he did it with noble intentions. Even if the execution of said plans left much to be desired. Do remember that I actually live in the same castle as this elfling" said Máriel as she took a deep breathe and sipped more of her wine. 

Indeed you do and by Eru I wonder how you are still sane. 

"I suppose...considering we are able to rest like this because of him. Speaking of that, what excuse did our lord's come up with this time. I doubt the High King and our lord's could simply play dumb after all this" said Milya as she turned her head to her friend and grabbed her wine glass. Máriel letting out a loud sigh before answering.

"Indeed, Lord Maglor confessed that this was all done by the 'Patron of the House of Finwë.' A patron they know nought their identity. Now, how many among our ranks actually believe that. Well, I suppose they'll just have to accept it" said Máriel as she took a deep gulp of her wine. Her tone basically saying "yeah no one believed him but whatever."

Well at least Prince Lómion finally started teaching us something. 

"You know despite his lack of common sense. I cannot help but be concerned about where his abilities end. The few medical techniques contained in that book of his were things I've never even heard of or thought possible. Mistake not my ranting for disrespect for I know he cares for others, oftentimes a little too much. Just where did he learn all this? I do not want to think he learned all this from...personal experience" she said as a serious frown graced her face. Máriel now donning a look of concern and contemplation. 

"I found no sign of such things during the times I've checked him. Though I must agree with you. He speaks as though he has experience but yet that does not make sense. Eru this child is a complete mystery. Honestly, all I care about is making sure he doesn't do anything more crazy. It's bad enough the child passes out from exhaustion and throws magic about as though it's nothing. This latest incident giving a vivid light to my concerns. Dear Elbereth what's next? Books that attack you?..........👀" said Máriel in frustration and then jest. Though the attempt at a jest soon turned to almost horror as her eyes suddenly started going wide and she slowly turned to her friend. Milya looking like she didn't want to think that was possible but very well might be.

No.....no

There's no way that's possible, even for him.

Right?😅

.....

....😐

Right?😰

Year 454 of the First Age

What happens when you don't listen to Harry/Lómion.

If there was one thing Harry Potter hated, it was people dying needlessly. If there was one thing that vexed Harry Potter to no end, it was when people made stupid decisions that could very well get them killed. If there was one thing that could push the famous wizard into decking someone, it was when people made impractical decisions with no sensible reasoning. Such vexations did not disappear once Harry Potter was reborn. For even in this new life Harry/Lómion was not someone that was going to let someone die because they wanted to be a stubborn daft nitwit! Pride and ridiculous feuds could get crushed by a Whomping Willow for all he cared. Your personal issues do not matter when it comes to staying alive and protecting your loved ones! 

I will call Dolores Umb**** a saint before I let that ever happen again! 

Now why was Harry/Lómion so upset you ask? The answer was simple. 

One week ago, while visiting Barad Eithel, he had accidentally eavesdropped....cough...cough....overheard his haru and Uncle Fingon complaining to Elvion about how Angrod and Orodreth were ignoring his requests for a summons. Their supposed disbelief in this "Patron of Finwë" and disdain for the Fëanorian's seeming to be the main cause. The soldiers of Ard-Galen had already been withdrawn and Harry/Lómion had already replaced them with illusions. His most recent trip to Angband (yup you heard that right😅) verified that Glaurung would soon be on the move. If his timeline was right, than there were only five months left before the Dagor Bragollach. He couldn't believe this! 

Are they stupid? Are those pointy ears with supposed sharp hearing just decorations on their heads??!!

There is no way I'm going to let those daft prats get themselves killed! 

Disdain for the Fëanorian's?? Are they mental!🤯 They're your cousins you bloody gits! How is Aegnor the only one with any sense!! 🤦

Yes him Finrod! Not you! 😡

Oh that's not happening. Nope, no and absolutely not! 

I warned Haru what would happen if they didn't listen. Not my fault for what happens now. 

Besides.....I always keep my promises 😇

......

Mwahahahahahaha 😈

Thus, that was how he found himself hovering over the white tower of Minas Tirith. He was on his broom and had his cloak on. The security here was almost embarrassing when compared to Himring. Then again nobody could see him with his cloak, so it didn't really matter. He was hovering by the highest level of the tower, right by the window of his cousin's supposed apartment. Orodreth seemingly copying his uncles in that rank was tied to what level of the tower you resided in. 

...OH!

So that's why Gondor had so many different levels 🤔

The king lived on the highest level while the others lived on the lower levels and so forth. 

Elros and the Numenorians must have copied the design. 

Huh, that explained a bit. 

Harry/Lómion had one reason for being here and that was to knock.....erm ehmm....ferry his cousin and all his people to safety. Said safety being Nargathrond. It would take over four months to attempt a journey back to Minas Tirith and by then there would be no residents of the tower to speak of. Not there or in the majority of Dorthonion😇. For by the time this day was up Harry/Lómion and the majority of the residents would be port-keyed or be enchanted to move to either Estolad or Nargathrond. He'd get Angrod next. 

Wouldn't want to separate the father and son now would I 😏.

At first Harry/Lómion simply planned to cast a sleeping charm across the whole tower. He would then wrap up and port-key all the residents to Nargathrond. It was such an easy and simple plan. There should have been no issues and no reason for Harry/Lómion to work himself up. It was all fine.

....Until the door to the main apartment opened and Harry/Lómion saw his cousin Orodreth's face. 

For his cousin, while still blonde, had a face that was a mix of two people he would never forget. 

One that was a thorn in his side and one that was an utter conundrum. 

Orodreth had a grim face that looked like the elvish mix of Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy. 

It did not help when he opened his mouth😬.

"Truly Uncle Nolofinwë has lost his wits. He plays nice with the Fëanorian's, spouts lies about some 'patron,' and expects me to abandon my lands. Such foolishness is just unprecedented. The siege is holding so why does he demand my presence when it us unnecessary" said his cousin Orodreth with a deep scowl on his face. A scowl that looked like the one Lucius always had whenever he was incensed from Harry calling him a coward. A scowl that also looked like the one Snape carried whenever he called out "Potter." 

Now despite all these detrimental facets working against Orodreth. Any other day Harry/Lómion would have tried to be the better person and not care. He would have exercised his centuries of steadfast fortitude and professionalism as the long revered wizard of the Winzengamot. Any other day that would have been the case. Unfortunately, today......was not that day😬. For the moment Orodreth started badmouthing Harry/Lómion's family. Never mind got caught while doing said badmouthing.

Well he was screwed. 

As soon as Orodreth ceased his incessant yapping.

Harry/Lómion gazed at his cousin with the blankest look he had ever bore. 

(ㆆ_ㆆ)

He was not impressed ￣へ￣

...Some patron huh? ...

Lost his wits eh?

Hmmm I think the one who's gone mental is you bucko 🤨

I may not care about social class systems but I know my haru asked you nicely you rude little......🤬

Well so much for doing this nicely. 

Sorry cousin but I think you need a lesson in listening to those that actually care about you. 

You'll thank me for this later...or not honestly I think I don't care 🤷

Without a single care Harry/Lómion disengaged the invisibility power of his cloak and silently cast a "Finestra" right at his cousins window. The glass silently shattering and allowing Harry/Lómion to zoom right into his cousins chambers. Orodreth not even being given a minute to react when Harry/Lómion then cast a swift "Petrificus Totalus." As soon as the spell hit its mark Orodreth Argrodion froze like a statue and collapsed right to the floor with a "Thud." His eyes rapidly moving but his mouth frozen shut. Just as a precaution because well....he's paranoid. Harry/Lómion cast a "Colloportus" on the door and then a "Muffliato" in the room. 

Wouldn't want anyone eavesdropping on this conversation now would we😏.

His cousin was clearly distraught and downright confused. A hooded stranger had just entered his rooms, froze him, and supposedly spelled the door so that no help could come. 

Though of course he doesn't know the door won't open. 

Hmmm never actually been hit with "Petrificus Totalus" before but I imagine it isn't pleasant. 

Poor Neville.....

Hermione really was ruthless as a kid. 😬

Ron certainly got that right.

Of course Orodreth wouldn't stay frozen for long, nor would he remember any of this.

Well.....most of it. 😏

But for now Harry/Lómion needed to at least get some steam out. 

This right moronic git definetly needs a lesson in humility. 

It was then Harry/Lómion stepped right next to his clearly freaked out cousin and kneeled down a bit. Orodreth's eyes locking onto him in what most certainly was a glare. Of course Harry/Lómion didn't care one bit when he proceeded to pull down his hood. His black hair and full face now showing. Orodreth seemed to put something together because his eyes widened to the full margin the spell would allow. 

Bloody hell so my looks really are a dead give away (Told you!😅).

Well not that it matters now. 

Shouldn't have made me mad dearest cousin. 

"Hello there cousin, yes indeed I am your cousin. I'm sure you've guessed by now who I'm related to but that's not really important at the moment. Oh I also happen to be the patron of the House of Finwë. You know, that pretty little title you seemed to be running your mouth about just now(😬). Yes! I actually do exist!😑. And yes haru did ask you to come because guess what! HE ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT YOU! As impossible as it may be for a stubborn git like you to believe! He actually cares about you! Just because the defense is holding doesn't mean it will forever! Are you seriously foolish enough to risk your family over your damn pride! And as for the 'Fëanorian's' as you so kindly put it😡. They're your family too you know. You both may not be on the best of terms but that doesn't mean they've forgotten you! I've had my fair share of bad experiences with cousins (Dudley😓) but that doesn't mean you abandon each other. It's called being the better person! I mean I've only just met you but that doesn't mean I want you to die! I care about you too you know. I've had enough of needless deaths to last several lifetimes. Bad enough you listened to that idiot and got Nargathrond sacked by a psycho lizard but now you just don't listen period when people try to help you. Well guess what cousin! I'm not letting you get yourself killed😑" said Harry/Lómion with deadly sarcasm at first, followed by emotional frustration, and then finally a deadly look that promised his words were about to be upheld. All the while Orodreth's gaze was rapidly shifting from anger to attentiveness, light guilt, severe confusion, concern, and then nervousness at what that last gaze meant. 

An almost inaudible "hmmmmm!" coming from his frozen mouth. 

Thought he'd soon have more reason to panic. 

"You know I have to say, it's funny how you thought you could just get away with ignoring haru. Not a very smart move on your part. But it's okay cousin because now, guess what" he said and as he did his eyes suddenly held a dark look that promised nothing but trouble. Orodreth almost beginning to tremble when he saw those eyes and heard his next words!

o(^▽^)o

(😈)

"I'm gonna take care of you now! Don't worry cousin, I promise I'll take GOOD care of you!😇"

Orodreth's only possible reply to that was a resounding

"HMMMMMM!"

Before he was subsequently knocked out with a "Stupify."

By the time the sun rose on the next morning the whole tower of Minas Tirith was now completely empty, exactly five months before the Dagor Bragollach.

....Two days later in Nargathrond. 

Greetings King Finrod Felagund, 

I hope this letter finds you well. I realize you may be quite confused at the moment so allow me to answer some of your questions. 

It was recently brought to my attention that your brother and his son decided to disregard the warnings of the High King and remain in their territories, despite an obvious threat on the horizon. I don't think I need to tell you how foolish that was. So as you can see, I took matters into my own hands and may have very well saved their lives. Of course it'd be best not to let these troublemakers out of Nargathrond for at least the next year. I have no guarantee of their safety should you let them out before then. Of course I'm not saying imprison them! Just keep them from doing anything that others might call.....well stupid. Honor and stubbornness don't stop you from turning into a pretty corpse. 

Just some food for thought. 

In the meantime don't worry about them being asleep. They should wake up within the next two weeks. Don't bother trying to let them go back to their territories  because they'll find the lands have been practically emptied. No point being a lord of nothing.

While I do wish these measures were not necessary. I'm afraid I was left with little option when it came to your family's famous stubbornness. I do hope they won't be too angry with me for this, for I do so dislike conflict. 

I hope you stay well King Finrod,

Sincerely,

The Patron of the House of Finwë

PS: I've hidden some scentless sleeping herbs inside the carriage. Just in the event your nephew and brother decide to be a little unreasonable. Just a precaution of course. 

Finrod blinked. 

Then he blinked again.

His sea blue yes were hysterically wide.

His expression almost looking like he was waiting for someone to tell him this was all just an elaborate joke. 

Sadly, it would not be so for when he looked up from the letter the scene before him did not vanish. 

Laying there right before the gates of his kingdom was the entirety of his brother's and nephew's people seemingly knocked out  wrapped up in what looked like travel blankets. They're belongings all neatly packed inside a horseless carriage, which reasonably shouldn't have been able to be there in the first place. The narrow walls and uneven floors of the cave entrance normally not allowing for such modes of transport into the city. 

Even more bizarre was the state of his brother, nephew, and niece. The two ner's looked like they'd been sandwiched inside several blankets and were not in fact having a restful sleep. If they're pinched expressions were anything to go by. Those two were knocked out just at the foot of the carriage while Finduilas looked to be having a nice dream from within said carriage. Her sweet face graced with a smile and an occasional giggle escaping. She looked the most comfortable of this whole lot for she was in fact wrapped with seemingly soft blankets and was bundled up even more than her father and grandfather. 

Finrod just looked at all this in....well he didn't even know what. His guards and people not quite knowing what to do. Though the side glances they were giving him clearly said they were waiting for him to say something. 

Which he wouldn't. 

For he just let out a loud sufferable sigh and gestured for his guards to just bring everyone inside. His peace now ruined since he would soon be dealing with his brother and nephew's endless complaints when they woke up.

The prospect of using those sleeping herbs becoming more tempting by the second. 

However, what Harry/Lómion would not become aware of until much later.

Was that the desertion of Minas Tirith had essentially made it easy pickings........

........for a certain someone. 

Year 449 of the First Age

Harry/Lómion is not your Typical Royal

Twas the middle of summer and the sun was shining with not a cloud in the sky. The southern edges of Thargelion were a bountiful oasis of farm fields and wheat fields. 

It was the perfect place for a fruitful harvest. 

The McCormick Reaper, though initially named the Iron Reaper, was plowing throw the fields at a faster rate than expected. His Uncle Caranthir was blessed with nearly 5,000 acres (~8 miles) of farm land. Such vast harvests would be perfect for the upcoming battle. Never mind that a harvest this big would have taken several weeks to collect. The work time reduced to only a few days thanks to McCormicks Reaper brought to life. Fuintal, Neomíre's foal, was doing an especially good job at harvesting the grain. The corssbreds stamina allowing for a much longer work time of the horse drawn machine.

Oh you are so getting a treat later, you sweet thing. 

Though I'll never understand why Uncle Maglor looked hesitant to use the corssbreds for the harvest. 

I mean they're just absolute kittens (To you!😅).

He was sitting in the drivers seat and slowly making his way back to his Uncle Caranthir's castle. The other farmers also paving their way through the fields at an incredible speed.

Good thing I asked the crossbred herd for their help beforehand. 

Those farmers barely even need to steer.

They'll be getting extra ear scratches and carrots for such a job well done. 

Though his mental praises would be halted when he saw a rider coming up. Said riding being....oh!

"Hi Uncle!" he said as he waved to his incoming uncle that was riding a black/white mare. His dark haired uncle seemingly looking.......surprised?

"Maeglin? You're here?" said Caranthir as he pulled the horse to a stop next to the now 129 yr old elfling. 

"Of course I am. It's such a beautiful day out today. Perfect for farming and trying out the Reaper. It was the perfect opportunity to show the farmers how to use it. Especially with such a big harvest. Goodness I've already gotten a 1/10th of the field done just by myself. Fuintal and his friend have just been the greatest of help. Haven't you, you beautiful boy?" he said with the last part being directed at the black stallion pulling the machine. A jubilant "Neyyyy!" coming from its mouth as Harry/Lómion than proceeded to pet his mane. The horse seeming to adore the attention all the while Caranthir was rapidly blinking. 

"Little one...you harvested? As in you were out here.....working?" said Caranthir with several moments of pause. The words sounding as if they had a hard time coming out. The elfing just gazing at him with a look that said "obviously🤷."

"Well yes. I mean who else was going to teach the others. Besides there's no orcs or foul monster's running about so it's a perfect respite" he said and took a breathe to enjoy the calm breeze coming through the wheat fields. A smile gracing his young face while his uncles cheeks seemed to be getting redder. His dark visage being a stark contrast to the color. 

"Lómion.....you know you don't have to do this right? What I mean is...you do know you're a prince...yes?" said Caranthir with EXTREME caution. His business experience telling him to be very careful when treading sensitive waters. Luckily, Harry/Lómion just quirked a brow at him and answered with a chortle.

"And? Sure Uncle I'm a 'prince' but I enjoy this. This is really so fulfilling. There's nothing better than having a hard day's work and enjoying the benefits. The sunshine puts me in an especially good mood. Besides who else is going to teach the farmers how to use this? Never mind when it comes time to harvest the potato fields. The best way to learn something is through hands on experience. Besides, it's not like they know about the whole 'prince' part anyway. Oh! Since you're out here. Do you want to try this with me?🤩 Who knows, maybe you'll enjoy it" he said with a friendly tone and almost excitement as he invited his Uncle to join him. Caranthir's jaw opened and then closed. Opened and then closed. This process repeating itself at least five times before he finally spoke. 

".......perhaps later little one. Ill see you back at the castle" said Caranthir as he stared off into the fields and patted the child's head before steering his horse back to the castle. The elfling simply shrugging and watching him go with a smile. The horses resuming their work in pulling the machine. 

"🤷 Oh well, maybe next time"

Meanwhile in Caranthir's head as he rode back to the castle....

A prince is farming....

A prince of the Noldor is.....working....in the fields😶

An heir to two great houses is working like a member of the worker class😵‍💫.

Oh Eru Ilúvatar save me from this madness....

Oh dear.....uncle's not going to like this is he?

(Hehehe🤭, Nope!😅)

Year 450 of the First Age

Fingolfin's Gift and a Side Order of Elflings

"Maeglin what did you say?"

Sigh.

"I said this will be my present for haru. It's an aging potion that I plan to use on myself. Basically, it'll make me look like I'm 28 for about two days. Everyone's here in Himring for the secret war council. They'll all be organizing the withdrawal of the forces from Ard-Galen soon so I wanted to give him something before he got super busy. He always goes on about he regrets missing my childhood so I thought this would be the next best thing" he said as he looked at his cousin in question. 

"So essentially this'll make you an even smaller elfling for about two days. Have I got that right?" said his cousin as a 100 ideas of how this could go were visibly coursing through his head. 

"Well, yes. Why? Something I should know?" he said in anticipation and well.....caution; given past incidents😬. Celebrimbor just quirked a brow at him with a near smirk appearing on his face. 

"You know what, I'm just going to let you see what happens😏. And for the record cousin, you are still a child if we're talking specifics" said his cousin as a knowing and shit eating grin decorated his face. 

It would only be three days later after Harry/Lómion drank the potion, would he know what his cousin meant. 

Now before we continue let me just list a few things about elfings that our dear wizarding prince....may not have accounted for😅.

Fact #1

Elflings younger than 50 need a CONSISTENT source of affection to nurture their fëa. The action being equivalent to newborn bunnies needing to frequently suckle on a mother's milk. In this case it's A LOT of hugs and cuddles.

Fact #2

Elflings younger than 30 sleep A LOT. Of course they usually don't remember sleeping so much given they're still growing. 

Fact#3

Elfling's are rare among the Eldar, baring Fëanor's sons, because it takes a lot to give birth to an elf. They are infrequently born and usually not within the same generation. Hence if an adult elf sees an elfling, everything else is not important. 

Fact#4

When it comes to hogging and protecting an elfling. All logic goes out the window of the highest floor. Elves love children to the point they will tear you to shreds and stare you down like a helpless lamb if they think they can protect and cuddle a child. 

So what do you think would happen the moment Harry/Lómion surprised his grandfather and Fingon in their guest rooms as a 25 yr old elfling? 

The answer is simple😌

It turned into an all out dog fight. 

"Come on Uncle let us have a turn!"

"Oh Eru he's so cute!"

"How did he even do it?"

"Who cares! He said it'd last two days so we have to enjoy it!"

"Back off, he's my pup too"

"I'm his heart father so I should put him down for a nap!"

"No, he fed on my fëa first so I should do it"

"Wait your turn Russo. He's my blood nephew so I hold him first!" 

And on and on it went for the next two days until the potion wore off. 

Harry/Lómion spending the first night cuddled in his grandfather and uncle's arms until he was subsequently cuddled the next day by almost all his Fëanorian cousins. 

His baby self never voicing a word of complaint as his fëa just sucked up all the affection with unhidden contentment. 

Though it would be a week after he changed back into an adult....well older child. That Tyelpe would never stop teasing him about how his antics delayed the whole meeting on account of everyone wanting to cuddle the only elfling in Himring.

Year 441 of the First Age

Sailelde's Birthday Adventures

Sailelde knew she was different from most elves. Her ears were a bit shorter than her Ada's and her Nana seemed to be changing while he didn't. However, she couldn't really care because her parents loved her very much. Even her heart grandpa Cirdan always played with her. The boat masters always smiling at her whenever she came by. Sailelde loved the people of the Falas because they were so nice and very kind. They taught her a lot about patience and keeping an open mind. They even taught her how to fish because Sailelde loved the sea! She loved how big it was and how it was so blue. Sometimes she would go and collect sea shells and give them to her Nana. 

There were even times when she thought she felt someone watching her whenever she played in the water (Oh?🤭). Though it never felt bad. More, it felt like the person watching was telling her they were keeping her safe. Cirdan always said it might be Lord Ulmo or one of his maia. But she'd never seen one of them so who knows (Ulmo🤗). 

She had just turned 11 today! Her Ada and Nana took her for a walk along the beach. She even got to eat a cake and play with everyone. Her Ada, Nana, and Cirdan even got her presents. 

She was so happy!

She loved them so much!

It was nighttime now and she had just kissed her Ada and Nana goodnight. 

Today had been a good day but deep down she wished she could see the magic hummingbird or stag again. 

She'd especially never forget that beautiful glowing doe. 

She felt so warm. 

She felt like when Nana gives me a hug or kisses me goodnight. 

She'd hugged and slept with her parents a lot after that night. 

Her need to bask in their love, a warm reminder of a child's need for love and the love they give their family. 

She was laying in her bed, her window open as the sound of the sea was quickly lulling her to sleep. Her toy bear tucked tightly in her arms. 

She was almost in Irmo's realm when she heard a familiar "Meep."

Sailelde's green eyes immediately snapped open. 

Her head quickly turning to the window. 

Where there sitting on the windowsill...

Was the magic hummingbird!!

Sailelde's face lit up with pure joy and excitement. 

Her little face coming closer to the bird while her bear was clutched in her arms. 

"It's you! Mister Hummingbird you're back!" she said with childlike wonder as one of her little fingers pet the little bird's head.

The magical bird letting out happy "Meep Meeps" as the bird leant into her touch before it suddenly hovered and revealed it was sitting on top of a letter. 

Sailelde just looked at it in confusion before looking at the now hovering bird. The cute little thing now ticking her nose with his small beak. 

She couldn't control the tinkling giggles that escaped her mouth before she finally spoke "hahahaha that tickles! Mister hummingbird is this for me?." 

The little bird responding with a bob of it's head and an excited "Meep! Meep!"

Sailelde took that as her excuse to open the red and gold embroidered letter. The contents making her gasp in joy.

Happy 11th Birthday Sailelde,

This our first time being officially introduced but I believe you and your parents have met my glowing friend. A certain white stag that wouldn't stop talking about how adorable you are. A night of magic I once gave your parents and so tonight I will do the same. 

Seeing as it's your special day allow me and my little bird friend to take you on a special adventure. 

A special adventure...

Under the Sea😉

It would be the moment Sailelde read the last part of the letter that the little hummingbird began to sing.

And the moment it did.

What happened next would be something Sailelde, her parents, and all the Falas would remember for ages to come. 

The hummingbird that was Harry/Lómion began to hum, a soft bell like melody coming from his now glowing body.

Simple lyrics

Simple tunes

Yet each was filled with a magic meant to bring life and joy.

The scenery around Sailelde changed. 

For where once was her room was now..

BLUE

She was a top a glowing SEA

An Endless and beautiful blue.

Her eyes were wide and her smile huge.

She was floating.

She was laughing.

The bird kept singing by her side.

It almost sounded like a siren singing a merry tune for sailors at sea.

Now she was no longer alone!

Her parents were there.

She giggled so hard when she saw their faces.

The little bird sang the high note of a soprano.

It was so in tune the whole sea around them echoed the crescendo. 

They were no longer floating.

They dived!!

They were all under the sea.

A school of fish surrounding them in an endless stream of blue and white.

Her parents were watching in awe and wonder.

She was swimming and chasing the fish. 

The little bird still at her side. 

Then the tune changed again.

Another crescendo

Another hymn 

The school of fish swiftly grew in number and surrounded her. 

The light of what should have been the sun pierced through the waves in blue streams of marble white light.

She was so entranced by the magic that she almost failed to notice her bear now seemingly coming to life and pulling her up.

The little bird changing the tune one more time. 

It let out a subtle trill before releasing another high note.

Bubbles surrounded them.

Sailelde, her bear, Aegnor, and Andreth were now inside iridescent blue bubbles that were almost giving up a beautiful violet glow.

The bubbles outside the one's that carried them taking on different shapes. 

A hammer

A toy

A musical tone

The shapes unending and ever-changing. 

This was the most magical scene Sailelde had ever seen. 

Even Aegnor and Andreth who had been peacefully sleeping before they were pulled into this were now laughing as their daughter floated towards them.

They were rising out of the sea. 

They were back in the scene of blue. 

The vast midnight blue sky above and the endless blue sea beneath them. 

The glowing hummingbird let out one last Siren's call.

"Ahhhhhh"

Before the magic finally ended and they were all back in Sailelde's room. 

Her toy bear now back in her arms and no longer alive. 

Sailelde let out a high pitch and jubilant..

"That was amazing!!! Thank you! Thank you Mister Hummingbird. Please tell your master thank you!"

The little bird that was Harry/Lómion cuddled her little head in reply and let out a loud "MEEP" before flying away into the night sky. 

A mental grin all over his face from finally giving someone a night of true magic. 

One that all children should have been made to enjoy. 

Though this would not be the last time Harry/Lómion visited Sailelde.

No, it would not be because for each year until she turned 16 Harry/Lómion would sing her a special song before finally giving her a golden locket. A locket that held numerous protections and a moving portrait of her parents and herself. A gift that Sailelde would cherish for all eternity. For by the time she turned 16, she knew the gift was from....a certain relative. 

However, what Harry/Lómion did not realize was that for each time he sang to the little elfling. 

He had unwittingly been singing a song of power.

A song of power that was heard by all the denizens of the Falas and the Lord of Waters.

A song that once again brought joy to not just their intended recipient but all around them. 

Hello Everyone!

Yes! That's right, it's me!

Marsflame18😉

I first want to thank everyone for their patience and all the support in writing this fic. 

As you all can see I've broken the fourth wall and will continue too.

Tehe. 

Now before this chapter comes to an end I believe I promised you all a small special sneak peak of what the future holds for our dear wizarding prince of twilight. 

So here it is!

Enjoy!😉

Year 536 of the First Age

He knew this would happen. He just knew this was going to happen. But what could he do? Easy Answer, deal with it.

Though....

"Change him back!"

Here we go🤦

"Lómion Irission YOU CHANGE HIM BACK THIS INSTANT!!"

I suppose I can't blame him for freaking out. 

Good thing Haru is still talking with Finarfin. 

Yeesh...

These were Harry/Lómion's thoughts as he sat in the war tent. The present relatives all looking a mix of horrified, gobsmacked, and outright proud of his actions. The numerous sets of twins snickering as though they were villains.

I'm both surprised and not. 

I knew those toddlers had a sneaky side. 

But.....he looks....

As for the elf tied to the chair.....well he looked like he was in an internal debate of whether to laugh, panic, or stay quiet. 

His eyes both blank and wide as saucers.

Sigh.

This was going to be a LONG day.