Le Melin, Beloved Consort (Aragorn)

Chapter One A New Life Blossoms

Chapter One, A New Life Blossoms

The elves of Lothlórien has ever seen the sky so dark as it was now; a dark liquorish black that few stars that resided in the sky could barely be seen. For they have never glowed so dimly as they did then, nor the wind be so still and calm but yet carry that sense of foreboding that made everyone on edge. The whole essence of the forest be it from the golden leaves high up in the trees or the lush green grass that crunched beneath your feet with the mornings dew; screamed of an innocent life filled with so much pain, loss and strife.

The shadows seemed to cling to everything and seemed to seep into your very skin for never had they been so dark in Lothlórien. The air was close and heavy, and the songs were quiet, lost in the quietest of wind. There was no sound of the forest dwellers through the trees for no hawks flew high above the treetops; no rabbits hopped in the high grass seeking shelter from predators. No deer wandered through the forest foraging on the leaves and berries that grew upon the bushes; no birds sung their songs in the trees and no owls hooted in the canopies above.

Something was seriously wrong within the depths of the fair forest, and the Lady of this beautiful forest was awake searching through her Realm in a frantic search. Her crystal blue eyes shone brighter then the brightest star on the clearest of nights; her porcelain skin glimmered as if it was made out of the rays of the moon itself, her golden hair shined like rays of the sun.

Her footsteps though hasty were light as a feather barely leaving a sound as she raced as fast as she could for the person who's heart cried for help, for love. She walked alongside the river that flowed through her forest as gentle as a summer breeze, listening to the whispers in the wind. Her heart clenching tightly in her need to hurry, her mind hoping it wasn't too late.

A whisper of a prayer escaped her coral lips when her eyes caught sight of a small shape by the river. She hurried over to the figure and fell to her knees beside it, her hands trembling as she gathered it into her arms. Her heart clenching as she did so for this was no mere shape it was a body. A body of a small child who trembled from both fear and the cold at her tender touch and hold. Raven black tresses fell around a pale face. Thin Cupid bow lips were parted and slow, pained breaths escaped between them.

The young boy, for she realised he was a boy, a very beautiful boy that they would have trouble keeping suitors away when he was older, was dressed in clothes far too big for him that seemed to drown his too thin frame and were far too thin for the cold nights of late winter, even if they were extremely baggy. Cradling the thin frame in her right arm close to her chest to keep him warm, Lady Galadriel raised her left hand to tenderly caress his brow. She brushed his silky soft hair away from his face, and her heart both danced and broke in her chest when she saw his ears were pointed like that of her Kin.

"What has happened to this Hên!" She whispered as she cupped his cheek caressing it with her thumb. Her mind was suddenly filled with memories that didn't belong to her; memories that held a great world of pain, loss, betrayal and loneliness and of sorrow and death; memories that no child should ever have to feel. She saw great power and darkness, but she also saw love and hope.

With a loving smile she carefully gathered the small child into her arms and stood to make her way back to Caras Galadhon. The child whimpered in his restless sleep curling towards her, seeking her warmth. Galadriel's heart swelled with love for her new son, the new son of Lothlórien. For she had no doubt that her husband and all the Elves within her Realm would love and protect the small boy.

"Fear naught, little one, for you are safe now. Your old life is over and your new life starts today, filled with love and joy." She whispered into the wind, weaving her power around the child held tightly in her arms. "You shall no longer be known as Harry Potter. From this day forward you shall be known as Calénandir of Lórien, and you shall suffer no more."