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Title: Drabble 35 - Void 2
Pairing: Harry . Elrond
Fandom: Harry Potter Xover LotR
A/N: Major AU - LotR Fanatics don't flame. Trust me, I know. Void 1 - Drabble 31

Stars.
They were like shooting stars that zigzagged around him as he fell. He wasn't sure how much time passed and as more ticked Harry found that his grasp of the past minutes, hours, days, months, and years were fading until all he knew were the zag of stars.
His wand was clenched in his hand and he could remember his magic. Remember the words that felt foreign on his tongue. A tingle enveloped him and he watched in amazement as his dark hair grew until it flapped in the wind in straight locks. He could feel his clothes shrink and tare as his limbs lengthened and soon his eyes finally allowed the world to brighten and clear the blur he wondered about.
It was a bright light that had him gasping, a white blinding light that made it impossible for him to tell that his journey in the dark void of stars was coming to an end. He had but a moment to take one last breath before he was consumed in icy cold water.
Eyes wide open he panicked as the world was crystal blue water that tossed him deeper into its grip as his body was pushed against slippery rocks knocking the breath out of him. Managing to break the surface with flailing limbs he struggled to grip anything that would save him from drowning but the water grabbed a hold of him and he was dragged under and this time his lungs burned.
He could see through the bubbling surface but it felt as if he was being weighed down by invisible hands. Through the waves as he felt he was sure to die he saw a dark mass and an instinctual fear gripped at his heart and he prayed for death as he was pulled even deeper away from the reaching arm that breached the water�s surface.
It grabbed him and before the world went dark he prayed to the gods that this was the end. He was sure his fate would be secure in death rather than the ugly creature that had 'saved' him.
The stench woke him; there was no describing the sour and bitter smell of unwashed filth that clogged his senses. Crust had gathered at his eyes... no not crust, it was something else. Managing to lift a hand he touched at his face and was baffled by the sticky mess that met his touch. Clamping his lips firmly together he sat up with renewed strength and wiped frantically at his face.
What it was he wasn't sure but whatever it was it stung at his eyes and he could feel clumps from within the slime. Suddenly the back of his hair was grabbed and he cried out as he was lifted and tossed aside like nothing, "Wash yerself Elf."
Water, precious water and he did just that uncaring of the smooth rocks that cut into his skin or the pain that flared as he landed. The water was frigidly cold numbing his fingers but he cared not as he used it to wash his face until he was able to see. The world was a blur but he managed to see just enough to tell him he was in the middle of nowhere sitting in a stream that gushed around him.
The water churned around his thighs flooding the edges and he ignored the guttural swears of the beasts as he washed his hair nearly gagging at the feel of slime and clump that squished through his fingers with a noxious smell. Hair pushed back he winced as he scratched at an ear - a pointed ear. Tracing along the edge his fingers drifted along the plains of his face with wonder... he remember nothing beyond the water trying to swallow him but this felt unfamiliar almost wrong.
Shouldn't his ears be rounded? Shouldn't he have a name at least? A name... what was his name?
The water washed over his chest breaking him from his musings and with another rush he parted his lips and nearly choked on the coolness of it as he realized the funny taste on his tongue. Unaware that the stream with its trickling fresh water had become a river waist deep he submerged himself willing whatever had befouled him to be removed.
Breaking the surface his toes barely brushed the smooth rocks bellow and his sight was much better than it had been and he noticed the crowd of angry beings aiming arrows at him and something in him broke.
With a snarl on his pretty face he raised an arm high in the air and with a fist smashed it on the surface, the effect was immediate. A wave of water, frothed with anger reared upwards and crashed on the shore. Again and again he smashed his arms making loud thundering splashes that shouldn't have been possible but he didn't question how the Orcs (for that was what they were called) were dragged beneath the wave and drowned, their bodies floating down river to be forgotten.
He wasn't sure why he felt such seething anger but he knew something had happened, something he was glad he didn't remember so he swam forward toward the shore where the Orcs scrambled to right themselves or mount their horses. Bare footed he ignored the way the rocks dug into the soft bottoms of his feet and his hair hung limply past his shoulders as a small frog jumped from beneath the inky locks back into the calming waters.
Picking up a stray sword it weighed heavily in his hands but something from within helped lesson the heaviness and glancing at the sharp edge of the surprisingly well taken care of sword Harry moved forward. The others hadn't expected someone so slight of frame to wield the weapon and the first to laugh was the first to lose its head.
He might not have been sure why he felt as if his very body was foreign, he wasn't quite sure what his name was, and he may have been confused why he felt an electric charge along his skin, but he was somehow knew how to wield a weapon he couldn�t recall ever holding before. The way he moved, slicing through armor, blood splattering on his damp skin without flinching, he fought his way through the swelling crowd killing and yelling out his anger.
They taunted and teased him, their words flushing his cheeks and he was sure they were trying to save their hides by making him fumble because how could they know just how appetizing his mouth was. Steel on steel he didn't hear the thunder of hooves on the grassy planes, too consumed with the fight and keeping his grip tight so the sword didn't slip out of hand from the slickness of blood.
An arrow flew over his shoulder and he watched the Orc whose arm was lifted to strike was struck in the fleshy part of the throat and fall with a gurgle dead. Another and another flew over head and he felt the breeze of them and watched as they too imbedded through the shoddy armor and soon the Orcs that were left behind were dead, all except one who hid beneath a shield.
Unable to break the hold of anger that gripped him he moved forward stepping over bodies and the like he bared his teeth as the Orc did the same, mocking the creature. The battle between the two was relatively short, the Orc fought for dear life but in the end the unnamed elf nicked here and there severing an arm and causing the most amount of pain before landing the final blow bringing the monster down.
From behind he could feel the presence of the strangers moving closer and he tensed, would he have to battle these beings as well? The Orc fell to the ground and scrambled managing to grab a short sword that was flung forcing the elf to bend backwards and with the momentum his free hand pressed against the slick earth and he kicked out with his legs doing a perfect flip. This time in desperation a rock was thrown, dodged, another rock, dodged, and another until the Orc was on its feet and running to a horse desperate to be untied from the bark of the tree.
Watching, he could hear the creak of wood bending as string bowed and before the arrows of the strangers could be released he shifted the weight of the swords handle and flung it. It shouldn't have been possible but the sword made a swooshing sound as it spun in air and the Orc gave a cry as with a *THUNK* the hilt pressed firmly against the creatures armored back.
Dead, they were all dead and with no other choice he turned to see a crowd of men sitting primly on horses watching him, eyes occasionally drifting to the massacre of the dead. Beautiful was the word that crossed his mind followed by warriors. Neither was without weapons and he could tell that even they weren't completely lowered.
What could be the leader of the group moved forward and the barefoot elf backed away, he didn't know who these creatures were. "Cease your steps, who are you?" the man called.
"I have no name." the words slipped passed his lips, "Leave me be." without another word he turned on his heel and made the trek to the Orc where a sword jutted out of its back.
"Halt!"
"Madness, bloody madness." an arrow flew above his head, a warning ignored.
"Enough! Can't you see he is but an elfling." the man hissed out to the others behind him as he dismounted. "Please little one come with us." the man moved forward just as the nameless elf pulled the sword from the Orc's body with a squelching sound.
"Little one?" he turned around sword dripping with grime and blood pointed at the... creature. Eyes took in the dark hair pulled back in a braid and a weave of silver, a crown one could describe it as it settled along the brow and above pointed ears so similar to his own.
"By the Valar..."
"I am not little."
"How many seasons do you have elfling?"
"Elfling?"
"Your name please."
He wanted to take a step back but his gaze caught the warm grey eyes that shown with a kindness he had never witnessed. "Name?" he licked his lips and scrunched his nose at the taste of blood not his own, "I have no name, what are you?"
"I'm Elrond of Rivendell, I received word of an elfling lost taken by a pack of Orc's." Elrond couldn't look away from eyes the shade of freshly turned leaves, a hue of green that even now dark with emotion stirred something within him. "I'm an elf as you are. An Elfling... not too young by the looks of it. Surely you must have a name, where are your minders then if you wish not speak with me?"
Grip tightening on the hilt the nameless elf (at last he could at least put a name to himself and his pointed ears) lowered his sword, "I have no minders, no one."
Elrond hadn't lived for as long as he had without learning that patience was a virtue he excelled at but to listen to this elfling blatantly lie to him wouldn't do. "Lies aren't necessary elfling, we are friend."
"Madness, the lot of you are mad if you believe I'll consider you friend. I have no friends Elrond of Rivendell, I have no minders, I have nothing not even a name. Truth is easier than spinning tales." With that Harry tossed the sword to the ground and turned his back to the elf and made his way to the gentle calling of the water.
The stream had remained swelled and ignoring the calls from behind to "Not go near, the waters are cursed." the nameless elf needed to wash the dirt and blood from his body. His clothes were in rags and his body ached something fierce and arms felt as if they were on fire nearly useless. The water soothed his sore muscles and when he waded thigh deep he dived and remained under until his lungs burned. Breaking the surface he ignored the splashes of someone following him and taking a breath, toes barely skimming the bottom, he submerged himself again.
Arms grabbed him catching him unaware and the elfling struggled as a stream of air left him as he yelled. Forced upwards the calm waters had shifted to something less calm. "Release me!" He shouted as his nails dug into the arms of the elf trying to bring him back to shore.
"These waters are cursed." Elrond managed to say before a wave appearing from nowhere swept over his head and forced him down to the grass bottom and still he kept his hold.
With his feet the nameless elf pushed the two up to the surface and he opened his mouth knowing the words that would pass were true but unsure why or how, "Cursed by my hand, release me elf!"
Hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him to shore yet Elrond refused to release his hold of his new charge. Managing to pin the elfling to the muddy ground there was a short struggle before the tired and battered elfling gave up, too exhausted to move. Rolling the young one over he was ready to let loose a tirade of great proportions when stunned disbelief followed by building horror hushed him and those around him.
A face that made him yearn to caress when covered with dirt was something of nightmares now washed clean. Delicate and beautiful, eyes that could draw a man to his knees, perfection marred by the realities of bruises smattered along the chin and throat. Lips that looked kissable were puffy and discolored and the edges of the mouth bruised in a way that brought a weight to the pit of his stomach. There were scratches here and there and what looked like teeth mark on a shoulder and Elrond released his hold as if burned.
An Elfling... they had taken an elfling...
Elrond reached for a strand of hair and leaned in as he pulled it gently toward his nose and sniffed. With a scowl he dropped the wet locks and removed himself from above the elfling. Another handed him a dry cloak and gathering the young elf in his arms he carried him to his waiting horse. "Burn them."
No one spoke a word as horses were mounted and soon the nameless elf let exhaustion consume him and fell asleep. Elrond was furious, he was seething with such anger it clouded his mind and even when he pulled the reigns of his steed once they reached the courtyard he barked out, "Take him to the Hall of Healing."
"Master Elrond." one of the elves that had followed him dismounted and bowed his head slightly, "Will the elfling..." the words eluded him.
"I shall see. Let's pray to Valar mercy was spared."
With examining his new charge lulled into a deeper healing rest thanks to a pot of smoked ash and weeds Elrond gave a heartfelt thanks that the elflings passage wasn't torn or used in the slightest. He went over every inch bathing pale limbs and rubbing ointment on patches of discolored skin. By nightfall word had spread of an elfling on the cusp of adulthood safe and sound and the rumors spread of just how the little one had taken down a whole horde of Orcs.
Was he alone?
No, that couldn't possibly be the truth because no elfling, even as close to maturity, would be left on their own outside of their home.
Peculiar yet was that the elfling had no name... impossible. Messengers on horseback were sent out to the respective colonies of Elves to be sure and it would be some time for word to return to Rivendell and hopefully by then the elfling would be willing to speak.
"Where am I?"
The maiden Elf nearly dropped the bowl of powder as the words, uttered softly her ears twitched to catch them, caught her by surprise. "The House of Healing elfling. I'll call for Master Elrond." Before a protest could be made the elf was gone with hurried steps.
Elfling... an unsuitable name let alone description of himself. An elfling was a child and he was no child, he wasn't small or innocent like that of children, he was something else altogether only he wished he could remember what that was.
/Magic.../
/Water.../
/Little One.../
/Blessed to be chosen by the Valar.../
The words were carried by the wind, spoken with a loving caress to his brow as if fingers drifted along his skin tracing an image that wasn't there. A broken straight line, a bolt of lightning came to mind.
/Harry... precious child.../
His eyes widened and he stared unseeing as the name bounced in his head, a name that felt foreign on his tongue when he tried to speak it aloud but made something in him give off a ding of approval. Harry, his name was Harry. Simple and bland but it was his. No last name just a first which was alright with him, he could live with no memories past drowning and dreams of shooting stars but at least he knew he existed - as Harry, Harry the Elf.
Elrond entered dressed in customary garbs of elves, the fabric was rich in color and kept the cool air of the coming winter at bay. Rivendell was beautiful, the sun always shone but the changes in temperature were a natural part of nature along with the occasional snow fall or shower. "Awake I see?"
Fingers drifted over the side of his face and Harry marveled at the soft touch, "I have a name."
The elf perched himself on the edge of the mattress, "Care to share?"
"I heard it in the wind... almost like a mothers caress." Harry said softly, fingers toying with the silk edge of his sheet. "Harry. My name's Harry."
Elrond watched as those eyes shone brightly, they seemed otherworldly in a way he hadn't witnessed before. After all these years surrounded by creatures that even now were considered by myth this elfling, Harry, could possibly be more. "Where are you from Harry?"
Resting against his pillows he smiled, "I don't know." a sigh escaped lips beckoning him to lean in and caress with his own but Elrond remained steadfast and listened, "I truly do not know and I am content not knowing. I dream of me falling through the stars and knowing not but the embrace of water. What is the Valar Lord Elrond?"
Startled the Elf blinked and cleared his throat, "The Valar are our creators. We worship them and keep them in our hearts until we're able to join with them when we pass waiting to be reborn for a second chance. Have they spoken to you Harry?"
"I don't know, the wind told me I was chosen by them but for what I'm unsure." a moment of silence as the two sat in thought, "Do you believe in magic?"
"It's all around us elfling, there are wizards who are trained and are able to wield such great power."
"Hmm..."
"Harry..." the elfling glanced at him and Elrond felt horrible bringing it up but he needed to know, "What do you remember of the attack?"
"Attack?"
The older Elf gave a nod, "A scout of ours sent word that an elfling had been snatched from the waters and taken prisoner but there was a distance and number which enabled the elf to aid. What can you recall; whatever it is shall not leave this room."
Harry stared at the man, elf, at a lost. "I remember falling. It was so cold it numbed me and I tried to swim to the surface but I was pulled under. I would have rather died than go with them... I was pulled from the water I know that much at least. When I awoke..." Harry's brows gathered in confusion, "I was covered in something foul." Elrond grimaced, thankfully Harry missed it as he continued with his tale eyes oddly unfocussed. "The smell... one of those creatures picked me up and tossed me into the river and I washed myself off."
"It was no river elfling." Harry looked up, their gazes held. "The water was that of a trickle and I watched as it swelled carrying the bodies of the Orcs."
"I was so angry and lashed out. A wave dragged some under and away but something in me compelled me to move. I can't explain it really. It was as if I wasn't there, floating above my head watching myself wield a sword I'm sure I've not done before. I killed them... they taunted me... called me these names and spoke of my mouth..." Harry's fingers touched his lips sure he didn't want to know, he didn't want to think about it so he forged ahead. "Have I thanked you?"
"No thanks needed."
Before long Harry slipped into a proper sleep under the watchful eyes of Elrond who was startled out of his thoughts by a quiet maiden elf going about her business. This - infatuation he had with the boy would need a night�s sleep to consider, if the elfling did belong to another territory he would have no choice but to let the elfling go.
Word came weeks later and yet again Elrond was found spying from his balcony to the gardens below where the young elf was laid out atop a blanket reading through several books, "Some may call you stalker."
"Celeborn!" Turning on heel the two elves embraced, "By the Valar what brings you to Rivendell?"
"Am I not wanted at all times old friend?" Celeborn's eyes laughed, "Galadriel sends her wishes."
"And Celebrian? How does she fair?"
"Pining still." Both elves shared a look, one of understanding. "Suitors have come and gone but still she holds hope."
Elrond glanced out into the open sky that was midmorning and a smile twitched his lips as Harry's laughter tickled their ears. "I'm waiting for another dear friend, there are complications still."
"Ah, the favored elfling abandoned and found battling a legion of Orcs."
"So his tale has reached your ears?"
The two wandered further into the balcony and peered below where Harry had rolled over onto his back book in hand as eyes devoured page after page. "More than... Galadriel saw him in her dreams, beckoned him forward and she will say no more even to me."
Silence descended between the two, an age had passed before Elrond spoke. "His body still holds the marks of his capture," Celeborn spared a glance at his friend, "Their smell faint but..."
"He was..."
"No, not entirely and I'm grateful he has no memory of it."
"He wasn't born of here Elrond; he has no home, no name, no one to protect him." Celeborn's words were quiet as another laugh from the elfling below carried upwards, "The Valar would approve of such a union if you wish."
"When he's matured I will tell him my intensions, that decision has been made. I fear only his rejection, he's still not completely aware of all our ways it will be much more time."
"Time we have, nothing but time. No other elf would dare come for him not when you're clearly interested."
Elrond leaned against the balcony walls, his hair cascading over his shoulders watching as Harry rolled over again legs kicking as a page was turned. He could spend an eternity simply watching. "I'll have him, he will be mine."
Down below a smile hidden behind delicate paper Harry was glad to hear those words because Elrond would be his as well. Patience though and Harry was willing to wait for his maturity if the elf was to do the same.
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