Le Melin, Beloved Consort (Aragorn)

Chapter Two, Meeting the One

Chapter Two, Meeting the One

Drowsy emerald eyes snapped suddenly open, and a frown full of confusion marred beautiful features as Calén woke up suddenly from his peaceful slumber. A light, warm breeze danced through the room coming from the window above his bed, caressing his warm cheeks, and ruffling his hair which had fallen out slightly of the best braid he kept it in for bed. He sat up and looked around his room in confusion, wondering what had women him up in the middle of the night.

He soon found his answer as he heard a whisper on the wind, that made him leave his warm bed in search of the whisper. He froze when a bright white light materialised in the light of the moon heading for his window. He watched frozen in his awe as it formed into a shape he knew all to well.

It was the shape of a stag, but not just any stag; it was the stag of his late father. Calén's heart beat increased erratically in his chest feeling like it was trying to pound a whole through it to escape. Calén's breathe caught in his chest as the form cleared finally, leaving no doubt in his mind that it was his father. The majestic creature bowed it's armoured head at Calén. "Prongs?" He whispered. The stag hit the floor I front of his bed; his front hooves making no sound as they hit the wooden flooring that wasn't covered by the plush white rug. He threw his head back and galloped soundlessly around Calén's room once before exiting. "Wait!" Calén called after him. Without giving it a second thought Calén took off after the stag, his bare feet barely making a sound in the dead of night, as he sprinted through the many passage said of Caras Galadhon in hot pursuit of the stag.

Calén reached ground level, breathing hard with the strain and looked frantically around in search of the silver costed stag. The moonlight that broke through the dense branches of the Mallorn trees painted bright silvery circles on the vibrant green grass, and Calén gasped when he saw the stag glimmer as he stopped in one of those rays, it was if every star known to man was trapped inside the majestic creature along with the moon and the sun for Calén had never seen something gleam as brightly as the stag did then. Catching a glance of Calén the stag huffed before turning around, strutting slowly down a path that was covered in grass, and Calén followed after it at a slower pace then he had been before.

Looking around Calén realised it was the path that he rarely travelled opting for the higher grounds of Caras Galadhon and along the riverbank of Anduin. It seemed to Calén at least, that many shadows lingered here, and he felt as though something was crawling up and down his skin sending shivers down his spine. A chill settled around him, seeping into his bones and he wrapped his arms around himself to preserve some of his warmth, he licked his suddenly dry lips in anticipation in what was to come. He didn't knew how long he had walked or how far he went, but he found himself standing on the edge of a small clearing that was covered in small, light blue flowers.

Moonlight shone upon the clearing bathing it in a Mercury glow, and in the middle of the clearing stood Prongs looking almost corporeal in the light of the moon. Calén hesitantly made his way toward the stag, it didn't move. It just observed Calén with its pale gaze. Calén stopped a foot in front of the stag his arms crossed over his chest, not knowing what he should do for it had been a lifetime since he had seen the majestic creature that stood before him. As if sensing his indecision the stag huffed once more and leaned his head forward towards Calén.

Eyes widening in wonder s the stag nudged his hand asking him to pet it, the young Elf couldn't stop his lips from titling upwards into a smile as he hesitantly lifted his hand to the stags head, softly petting it. Feeling braver Calén took a step closer to the stag as he caressed it between the large antlers. The stag was as tall as Calén if not slightly taller, which was no hardship. It's body was strong from all the muscles that lined the creature's powerful body, causing Calén to think that the stag wouldn't even feel his weight if Calén mounted him, if he was allowed to that is. "I thought I would never get to see you again, Prongs," he whispered tenderly his thrust feeling rather tight as continued to stroke him. "I'm no longer Harry Potter, as such I don't have my magic anymore, though I still have all of my memories, including the bad ones unfortunately." The stag huffed in what Calén thought was meant to be comforting as he threw his large head over Calén's shoulder in a make shift hug.