Ezellahen

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Ezellahen

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Disclaimer: The characters of this story recognized from Harry Potter are the property of J.K. Rowling/Warner Bros while those from Middle Earth belong to Tolkien. In the future, two very entertaining characters from CLAMP will also be incorporated. This is a work of pure entertainment and we claim no monetary benefit what so ever.

WARNING: This fanfic is set COMPLETELY in an Alternate Universe. Therefore, we don’t want to hear any complaints later. There will be male pregnancy, elves, wizards OOC and much more.

This is a translation of the fanfic “Ezellahen" (Spanish) by Utena-Puchiko-nyu and Angeli Murasaki.

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Chapter 14: Decisions

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/"What are you thinking so deeply about?"/

Morë smiled at his husband's possessive tone and turned to kiss the elf's lips. Since the wedding Elladan had turned out to be a very affectionate husband…but also very possessive. The wizard even thought the elf jealous of his very thoughts. Especially since, lately, he'd been getting lost in them a lot.

/"I spent the morning with Naurëa; he taught Ezellahen and me a few spells I hadn't known. He studied to be a professor after all…"/ He said, resting his head on the other's chest.

Elladan frowned and caressed his husband's blue-black hair.

/"But that's not what has you like this…will you tell me what's going on?"/

The younger man frowned and looked at his husband with an expression the elf was unable to read.

/"Well…we were doing that when Naurëa stopped and touched his stomach…"/ He looked at Elladan's impeccable tunic and started playing with the edges of the collar. /"We were able to feel how the baby kicked…it was so exciting…"/

The elf sighed in relief and then smiled. So that's it…I thought it would be something more serious, he muttered mentally.

/"Are you trying to hint at something...?"/ He asked, lifting the wizard's chin in order to be able to see those incredible and beautiful violet eyes. /"You wish us to have a child?"/

Regulus bit his lower lip, nervous.

/"Don't you think it's a little too soon..?"/

/"To be honest…yes. We've only been married three months and I would like to enjoy you a bit more before you get pregnant."/ He smiled when he saw his husband's devastated expression, which is why he added, /"But if you want to have a child now, I don't have a problem with it…"/ He strengthened his hold on the younger man. /"You know that I would give you heaven and the night stars if you desired them, love."/

Morë smiled uncertainly and then sighed, resting his head on Elladan's chest once more.

/"I don't want to force you into anything."/

/"You're not. Having a child with you would be something beautiful, it truly doesn't matter if it happens now or later…As long as it makes you happy I don't have a problem it. And just because you get pregnant doesn't mean I won't get make you mine every night…"/ He smiled lecherously.

"Idiot…"

Elladan growled and took his husband's mouth roughly. Regulus offered himself happily, it wasn't long before the elf's hands were everywhere on his body and he found himself being pushed onto the bed. They fell without much ceremony and the wizard opened his legs for the elf to be more comfortable.

"Elladan…" He pulled his mouth away from his lover and stopped his hands. /"It's almost midday…"/

/"So..? Didn't you just tell me you wanted to have a baby?"/ He asked, arching an eyebrow.

/"But…now?"/ Regulus asked, astonished.

/"There are no laws stating what time of day a child has to be conceived, my love."/ Was the elf's simple answer, before he reclaimed his lover's already swollen lips.

The next thing they knew was that it was very hot in the bedroom and that they needed to love each other to satisfy the need that grew within them.

- Some time later-

"Oh, by Merlin…" Remus groaned, twisting upon the bed and crushing the hand that the twin offered him.

Elrohir looked helplessly at the midwife that was tending to his…friend? Certainly, everyone thought of them as such, but Remus and Elrohir, seeing themselves in need, had taken care of each other's hormonal urges a few nights in each other's beds…and they hadn't just been sleeping either.

The first time had happened when the werewolf had begun the 32nd week of his pregnancy. They had been in an isolated part of the garden and the pregnant man had admitted discomfort due to the fact that the pregnancy had him feeling somewhat…excited and was seriously thinking about taking a cold shower. His expression had seemed so lonely and helpless to Elrohir that next thing they knew they'd been having sex right there and then, among the grass and the flowers, where anyone could have walked in on them.

Luckily (good or bad, depending on how you looked at it) that hadn't happened.

They had been embarrassed about how they'd acted and had not talked to each other for the next couple of days. But, eventually, the wizard was the one that took the first step and they had come to a sort of arrangement; they became friends…with benefits.

/"How much longer is he supposed to endure this..?"/ Elrohir asked desperately. /"You just have to cut him and that's it! "/

/ "Shut up, please! I don't need to envision my own bloodied belly, thank you very much!" Remus growled.

/"Forgive me, Naurëa, I'm not much help in situations like this…"/

/"Quite ironic, considering that we've fought many much bloodier and stressful battles than a simple birth."/ Came an amused voice from the bedroom's threshold.

Elrohir turned his head and frowned at his twin brother.

/"Just wait, eight months from now you'll be going through the same thing…"/ He retorted irritated.

This time it was Elladan's turn to frown and he didn't say anything more. Thankfully, the Valar had already blessed the newlyweds with their first child and Regulus was now seven weeks pregnant.

/"Ezellahen is already with your Adar…How are you Remus?"/ Morë asked as he entered the room with a worried look on his face.

"I'll live…" Remus murmured, breathing raggedly after his last contraction.

The whole situation had been somewhat amusing because Remus' contractions had begun in the middle of one of Harry's classes and they had been alone. Seeing his new professor's pained expression and knowing how children were born (his friend Eldarion had told him since the child was already an expert on the subject), he'd panicked, and had ran around screaming all over the house: "The baby's coming!"

Elrohir had been the first one to run into him and the elf had ran all the way to where his friend was in order to help. Regulus had come afterward with his husband and had taken on the task of calming down the child while Elladan went for the midwife.

/"I think we're ready…"/ the midwife said softly.

/"Oh yes! Get him out already!"/ Remus cried out.

The other three inhabitants looked apprehensive when they saw the scalpel in the elf's hand. One of the differences between the race of men and that of elves resided in that though wizards could become pregnant, they had to give birth through surgery; whereas elves became equipped for an actual labor during their pregnancy. As such, in the last stages of pregnancy elves developed a channel between the anus and the penis through which the child is then born.

A few minutes later they heard a strong cry which brought forth sighs of relief from everyone in the room. The baby was a small and pink little thing, with platinum blond hair and aristocratic features easily recognizable to the new mother. The midwife cleaned the baby and then returned it to Remus, who couldn't get rid of the silly smile on his face. He looked at his friend and gestured him to come closer.

"He's beautiful…" Elrohir said in a low tone.

"Elrohir," Remus took hold of one of his hands and the elf looked at him baffled. "His name will be Lucas Lupin, but I want his elvish name to be chosen by you."

The elf's eyes opened as wide as dinner plates and looked at him incredulous.

/"Are you sure..?"/

"Tancave, I am. After all…" He pulled him closer in order to speak into his ear. "You will be like a father to him."

Elrohir looked at him solemnly for a few minutes and then, slowly, an endeared smile formed upon his face.

/"In that case I think he shall be…Cálë."/

(Note: Lucas means luminous or one that shines; in Quenya, Cálë means 'Light')

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Wizarding World
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James looked out the window hopelessly, today made exactly eight months since his friend had left in search of his son in the other universe and he had yet to receive any news from him. More than once he'd questioned whether they'd done the right thing, if they'd done the wrong thing, if Harry was even truly there or if it was even possible to return from that place…or if they had sent their friend to his death. After all, no one knew for sure whether he had even arrived in the correct universe or if it was even a peaceful place.

And there was another thing that worried him, or better put, someone else…and that was Frank. About a week ago he'd begun acting weird, becoming pensive without any awareness of what happened around him, which had cost him becoming injured at work a few times. They had asked him what was wrong with him, but he only shook his head and left. And then two days ago, his attitude had become even more…somber, after a heated discussion with Lucius Malfoy. They had wanted to know what had happened, but Frank only told them that the blond had demanded to know Remus' whereabouts and that he'd refused to tell him anything; it had only been thanks to some co-workers that the 'discussion' had not escalated to more.

"Where are you my son…? And you, Remus?"

In another room

Frank smiled as he listened to his son's excited chatter, telling him everything about how much fun he'd had at the Weasley home. However, he couldn't help his thought wondering back to the one thought he'd had on his mind for almost a month now.

"Remus…" he whispered worriedly.

What James didn't know was that Frank had calculated that it was around this time that his friend and godfather to his son, would give birth, which had him preoccupied. He had no idea if Remus had money, a roof over his head, or food in order to take care of his child properly. Not having any news was exasperating him and to make things even worse, Lucius had seeked him out in order to get information about Remus by any means necessary. Longbottom had been surprised; the blond had actually seemed even more worried than Frank was, demanding to know the whereabouts of his former lover and his child.

Frank, being his soft-hearted self, had to do the impossible to stop himself from telling the near hysterical man the truth. Luckily (or not, depending on how you looked at it), the aristocratic and cool Malfoy had lost his temper and had threatened to curse him if he didn't tell him what he wanted. A few friends had held him back before he'd actually done it and Frank hadn't seen him since that day.

"Dad…are you listening?" Neville asked, frowning at his father.

"Of course I am, son." He caressed the child's brown hair. "What were you saying about Arthur and Molly's oldest boy?"

"Oh…" he furrowed his brow. "I think William is going to get married, because he arrived home with a frightened looking man and said that he was going to have a baby."

Frank blinked.

"Bill….is going to have a…."

A month earlier

Bill bit his bit nervously as he waited inside his lover's private chambers. He had to give his boss as answer about the opportunity to transfer to Egypt in two days. He had talked it over with Severus and, though neither one really wanted to, it seemed that not to accept would be a stupid and very selfish decision, taking into account that it would be a once in a life time opportunity for the younger man.

Which is why the redhead had been so tense these few days and the discomforts that he'd felt, he'd attributed it to nerves. However, this morning he'd fainted at work, right after leaving the restroom where he'd thrown up the small breakfast he'd been able to stomach that morning. Scared, he'd gone to Hogwarts to get checked out by Madam Pomfrey since he trusted her more than some unknown mediwizard from St. Mungo's.

He'd been beyond surprised when she told him that his discomforts had not been due to nerves, but because he was two months pregnant. Bill had almost fainted again when he heard her news, but he'd managed to calm down and had left the hospital wing almost running after thanking the nurse.

Which is why he was now waiting for Severus, he had to tell him about this before he said anything to his boss and before he lost the courage to tell his lover that the potions he'd been taking hadn't worked like they'd supposed to. This changed things drastically and the young man didn't know what to think. On one hand, he was happy to be able to become a 'mother,' he had always wanted a family of his own and he was sure that Severus was the only man for him. But on the other hand, and this was his main fear, he didn't know how his lover was going to take the news.

Will he scorn him and tell him to have an abortion? He could never do that, abortion was something the entire Weasley clan opposed and he won't be first one to do such a thing. But if he had to choose between his baby and Severus…

"What are you doing here, Bill?"

His lover's voice startled him. He felt a strange fear within him and ran to hug the older man, burying his head on his chest.

"Don't make me kill it, please…"

"Bill..?" Worried and surprised, Severus guided the shorter man to one of his sofas and made him sit down. Never did the redhead loosen his frantic hold. "What's the matter, William? You're starting to scare me."

"Don't call me William," the younger man murmured.

Severus rolled his eyes and pulled back slightly from the Gryffindor in order to see his face.

"Are you saying that I will have to look into your mind then?"

"No!" He yelled, frightened. "It's just…Severus…it's about…going to Egypt."

All emotion left the potion master's face and looked at the younger man impassive.

"Have you already informed your boss of your acceptance?"

"No, Sev."

"Well then…?" He pushed, exasperated.

"I don't think I'll accept…because I can't go to Egypt…not now…not ever."

"What..?" Severus asked astounded. "Why not? I thought we had agreed this was a golden opportunity. We will still see each other, Bill. Not as much as we would like, but you know that doesn't mean the end of our relationship…"

"I know that!" He muttered, raising blue eyes to meet black ones. "It's just….something happened that we hadn't counted on."

"And that is…?" He grumbled, already tired of his lover's evasiveness.

The younger man took a few minutes of silence before answering. When Snape was just about ready to shake a response out of him, Bill sighed and looked at him with determination.

"I'm pregnant, Severus. I'm pregnant with our child…and I plan to have it. That is why I can't go to Egypt, the work I would be doing there would be dangerous for the baby."

Severus looked at him unblinkingly; somewhat more pale than normal and Bill couldn't read his expression.

"Sevy..?" He asked tentative. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"By Salazar, Bill." Suddenly, the redhead found himself engulfed in a bear hug. "A child…are you sure?"

"Madame Pomfrey just confirmed it. I trust her." He murmured, raising his gaze. "What are we going to do?"

"Well, you're not going, that's for sure." Bill blinked, surprised, when he saw a smile that he'd have never thought to see on Severus Snape, it was a smile of pure happiness. After all, even though the redhead knew that his partner loved him, he had never been able to truly deaden the bitterness that his past had left in him. But now his black eyes shone with happiness. "And we will have the baby…our child."

Bill smiled back at him and reached for each other with urgency, sharing a passionate kiss. Severus didn't leave his chambers at all that day, even though he still had classes left to teach. Minerva tried to go looking for him to see what the matter was, but Dumbledore stopped her, smiling mysteriously, blue eyes twinkling, telling her that everything was fine and that he would be teaching Potions for the rest of the day.

That day would be the only day Hogwarts students would ever remember Snape not showing up for some of his classes.

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-Middle Earth

/"Aww…look, Grand-dad…He's sucking my finger."/ Harry cried, holding little one-month-old Lucas in his arms. Beside him, Mokona sulked seeing her master paying more attention to the baby than her.

Lord Elrond set aside his book and looked at his smiling grandson. In truth, he didn't understand how Naurëa could have left such a young infant in the care of his hyperactive grandson, even if it was just to retrieve a blanket, he would never leave such precious cargo in the arms of one Ezellahen of the House of Rivendell.

/"He must be hungry…"/

/"He's very cute and small, he looks like one of Eldarion's sisters with his blond hair and all that white skin. He's only missing the pointy ears…"/

/"It's pointed, Ezellahen."/ He corrected instantly.

(TN: the word pointy is one that Spanish speaking children can easily mispronounce/misuse. However, it doesn't really work with English so I have no idea how to translate that. If anyone has any ideas please let me know. Sorry for the interruption.)

/"Aww…whatever, the thing is that his ears are not like an elf's."/ He frowned at the baby and then at his grandfather. Whatever it was the child was thinking about, it made Elrond shift uncomfortably in his seat. /"You never had a baby in your belly, grand-dad?"/

"Lau, ithen. / It was my wife, now with the Valar, who had all of my children."/

/"And you never thought about having one? The daddies and Remus say that it is an 'exuberating' experience, unique and enjoyable. Would you have your own if the situation arose? Mom Eoir told me that, in theory, you are considered a widower and could take another partner if you wanted…"/

Lord Elrond arched an eyebrow and tried to hide his surprise at his grandson's words. Just a few months ago he had been jealous and grumbling when he'd learned that there would soon be baby's around that would take away the adults' attention, but now he was even urging him to have a child. Him! At his age! Obviously, being immortal, he could have a baby if he found a partner, but it was unthinkable that a Lord such as him would even think of having a baby. Suddenly he looked at his grandson with suspicion.

/"Why are you suddenly asking me this?"/

Harry smiled a little too innocently for his liking.

/"Oh nothing, Grand-dad. It's just Eldarion says that since he has so many sisters, almost no one pays a lot of attention to what he's doing…so…."/ He shrugged.

And therefore he can do whatever mischief he wants without anyone noticing, the Lord finished mentally.

/"Well, I'm sorry to tell you that no…I don't plan to have a baby so don't think that just because Elladan and Morë are about to have a child they will forget to keep an eye on you….little trouble maker."/ He declared seriously.

Ezellahen frowned and precisely at that moment Remus returned, followed by his inseparable friend(with benefits), who was delighted to care for and be a substitute father to little Cálë.

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Wizarding World

"I can't believe I'm getting ready to attend Snivellus' wedding." Sirius grumbled as he adjusted his tie.

Beside him, Frank smiled, shaking his head. He had been shocked to learn that Bill was pregnant, but upon learning that the other father of the child had been none other than Severus Snape, he'd almost fainted. Obviously, his friends took it in the worst possible manner, fainting and practically accusing the eldest Weasley child of being a traitor. Molly and Arthur had been surprised but had soon recovered and demanded that Severus Snape marry their son. Knowing the Weasley matriarch's temper, he hadn't refused….not that he'd even wanted to.

"Well, at least Spongy and I can say we got married before Snivellus, Padfoot." James joked.

"Hn." The animus grunted. "I will marry, eventually, Prongs. I just haven't met the right man yet…"

"The right…man?" Asked Frank, arching an eyebrow.

"Yup, I know my true partner, my husband, will be a man." He looked at himself in the mirror. "Something tells me so…."

"Well, good for you then." The Brown-haired said, finishing the final adjustments of his son's tunic. Neville didn't look too happy having to dress formally.

Sirius finished getting ready and looked at his friends with seriousness, so much so that they became frightened. A serious Sirius Black was not a common occurrence.

"And you guys…? Don't you plan to continue on with your lives? Have a husband or wife? More children..? A new love…?"

"No." Was the strong response of both men to all of the questions.

"Oh, come on…you are being irrational." Before the somber gaze of his friends, he added: "Hey! Don't look at me like that! Even I have plans to marry some day!"

"You have never been married or in love, Sirius." Frank muttered.

"If I can fall in love once, then you guys can fall in love once again…"

At that, both men looked at each other and remained silent. They couldn't deny that Black was correct. However, since the death of their wives had been so traumatic they had never really thought in the possibility of falling in love, much less to remarry.

"Are we going yet?" Neville asked, sounding annoyed. "Ron told me to get there early to help him degnome the garden!"

The conversation ended there, but their friend's words had become engraved in the minds of Potter and Longbottom.

The Burrow

Much to the shock of the Marauders, Severus Snape looked spectacular. He was wearing a black tunic, yes…but it had touches of green and it was noticeably made of silk. However, what most surprised them (to not say horrified) was the black hair, straight, clean, and silky, tied back in a half ponytail. To say they were surprised was an understatement; in fact, the three thought that if they had seen him on the street they would not have recognized him.

The only two members of the Malfoy family were also present, the older blond had only attended because, since Severus was so antisocial, he was practically the only friend he had and had asked him to be his best man. On the other hand, Lucius had also come to the house of the hated redheads to see if he could talk with one Marauder in particular and saw Frank arrive, but since he was surrounded by his friends the situation was becoming a little more complicated much to his distaste.

His son, for his part, was very thoughtful, but the blond had no clue what could going through his son's head. Ever since that fight with Remus they barely spoke to one another, and no matter what he did, Lucius couldn't seem to reach his son. This is why he was so desperate to find his love and his child, who should have been born by now.

Thinking about everything he had heard in the course of his godfather's wedding plans and what he had seen upon arriving at the house, Draco had something in mind. With his usual aristocratic air, Draco approached the place the twins and Ron Weasley stood along with Neville Longbottom.

"My father doesn't like you." He stated, looking at the redheads.

Fred and George arched an eyebrow and looked at the ten-year-old from top to bottom. Without a doubt, considering his appearance and attitude, he was a Malfoy.

"Yes, so what?" One of them said. Because Ron had looked at the blond with anger and had not said anything, Neville frowned.

"If my father doesn't like you…I want to be your friend." He smiled sinisterly.

Neville and Ron blinked incredulous before that declaration. The twins however, returned Draco's smile and approached to place an around his shoulder.

"Well, well, well…" Fred said, or was it George? "It looks like we have a new associate for our pranks, brother."

"Yup, you are absolutely right, my dear twin. And look…" they both looked at the child with mischief, who furrowed his brow. "He looks like an angel…he could be agent of many of our pranks….because…who would think that the little Malfoy could ever do something like pranking?"

The twins gave a bone chilling laugh and dragged a scared blond toward the house, mostly likely to plan their next prank. After all, with only two weeks until classes started at Hogwarts and the twins starting their second year, it was the perfect time for a good prank.

To be continued….

TN: Sorry for the delay and for any errors you may find. My computer caught a virus a week and I half ago and I haven't had a chance to write anything until recently. I posted this as soon as I finished it so as not to make you guy wait any longer, so i didn't have a chance to proof read it….sorry again and thanks for all you guys' patience! You're all brilliant! Don't forget to rate or review! ^_^