A/N: First of all, thank you for the amazing support thus far! Now, I just wanted to answer some review questions: Yes, my story is cliche, read the first A/N. Harry didn't use magic because he's a child and doesn't know how, besides he may not even have magic in his new body (he probably won't, but it's not a for sure decision yet). This is going to be pre-LOTR for a while, but will eventually catch up. Yes, taking an elfling to elves to trade is probably stupid; I never said the people who found Harry were smart. I think that's all I need to answer, for now, ask more questions and if it doesn't spoil anything big I'll answer it in the next chapters A/N.

When Freak woke up, he felt strangely comfortable. It was kind of surprising. Ever since he had gotten to this weird world and had opened his eyes for the first time, he had known pain. Not right away, but quick enough, and he had decided that said pain was all he was going to receive. "Elfling? Are you awake?" Flinching at the voice, Freak opened his eyes instantly, focusing on the one who had spoken to him.

It was one of the males from earlier- Elladan, maybe? They were both there, Elladan and Elrohir. Eyes flickering around, Freak found that he was on a bed. A comfy bed. A comfy, probably bouncy bed. For a moment Freak felt the urge to test that theory out, but he pushed it away- no playing. "U-uh..." Freak looked at Elladan and Elrohir again, biting his lip shyly. "Hi...?"

They both seemed to relax, exchanging looks. "Elladan, you go get Ada," Elrohir offered. "He'll want to know that the elfling is awake." Elladan nodded, but looked reluctant, as he stood and left. Elrohir looked back at him. "Elfling? Are you alright?" Elfling? Why did they keep calling him that? Freak looked down at his body. It didn't hurt, so he nodded in response to the question. "Ah- good. What's your name?"

He finally had a chance to reply to the question! The men had never asked again, but Elrohir was. Freak smiled shyly, sitting up a bit more. "Freak," he replied softly, voice still quiet and gentle. He hadn't expected the reaction he was given though. Elrohir's eyes widened a bit, before darkening with anger and disgust. Eyes widening a bit, Freak flinched back against the sheets.

He made him angry. He made the first nice (it seemed he was nice for now, at least) person he had met angry. Great. This was it. Elrohir was angry, and now he would throw Freak away. Maybe into another forest where he could wander around until more mean men found him. Elrohir probably didn't know he was a freak yet, and now that Freak had told him he didn't want Freak anymore and- "That," Elrohir said slowly, "is not going to be your name. That's a mean name."

Freak's panic faded a bit, replaced with confusion. He looked at Elrohir with wide, surprised eyes. "Mean?" he repeated, and Elrohir nodded. Well, he supposed it might be a mean name if someone wasn't a freak. But since Freak clearly was a freak, it was a fine name for him. Oh no... maybe these people didn't know he was a freak? Well, he should probably get this over and done with then. Reaching up, Freak brushed some of his long hair behind his shoulder, pointing at his ear. "But I am a freak," he spoke quietly, turning to show Elrohir.

Elrohir sighed, and he seemed so sad. Turning, Elrohir brushed his hair aside, showing Freak his ear as well- which was pointed. Eyes widening, Freak's mouth fell open slightly in shock. Elrohir was a freak too? "We aren't freaks," Elrohir explained. "We're elves. You're an elfling, a child elf. It's our species, and it's a great species- we are strong, powerful, smart, fast, and gentle. Be proud to be an elf, young one."

Freak (was he a freak? He had been so sure, but now...) didn't get a chance to answer, because Elladan and the elf (wow) from earlier, the twin's Ada he supposed, walked in. They both smiled at him slightly when they saw him, moving over to sit like Elrohir was. They had a quick conversation in the language that the men had spoken, leaving Freak to stare at them blankly, not understanding their language still. It was pretty annoying.

Finally, the twins Ada turned towards him. "Elfling, I think we need to find you a name," he said gently. "My name is Elrond, these are my sons Elladan and Elrohir. I also have a daughter, Arwen, but she isn't home at the moment. First of all, though, do you know where your Ada and-"

"Dead." He remembered that much from before at least. The image of a green light flickered behind his eyelids when he closed them, so he opened them quickly. He didn't want to think of that.

Elrond looked sad, but not surprised. "Would you like to stay with us for a while then?" he offered. "Until we can figure out where you came from, who your next of kin are, little elfling."

Freak nodded quickly, eyes burning bright. These nice people wanted him to stay with them? Like he was about to say no to that. "Well then, what will we name you?" Elladan asked, tilting his head at the young elf, a smile of his own appearing on his face. Freak looked around at the three of them. Elrohir. Elladan. Elrond. El. The word translated to star in his head. "Elon," Freak said hesitantly, the name just feeling... correct in his head.

He was rewarded with smiles.

Elon wasn't allowed to leave his bed for what felt like forever but was probably only a few days. He had to get better. Getting better consisted of eating and sleeping. The food was really good though, so at least they had that going for them.

He didn't see many people other then Elladan, Elrohir, and Elrond, but he was okay with that. They were nice to him, and he liked them. They asked a lot of questions about his past, and Elon didn't have much to tell them. He felt like telling them about before would be a stupid, bad decision. He told them small things. His parents were dead. He had no family in this world. He had been with the men for a long while.

Whenever they pushed, he just declared he didn't want to talk about it and asked for a story instead- they had the best stories. At one point, he had just quietly asked if it mattered and if he couldn't just stay with them forever.

They seemed delighted by the question but sad at the same time. It was a strange mixture of emotions.

Elon also learned a bit about where they were as well. It was a place called Rivendale, or Imladris. Elrond was actually the ruler there, which made Elladan and Elrohir princes. Which was clearly amazing! It was the home to lots of elves. They knew about Elon, and they really wanted to meet him, which made Elon blush and look down. Did they want to meet him? He wasn't sure why so many elves wanted to meet him, he was sure they could find elves much more interesting then Elon was- just look at the twins, or at Elrond.

When Elon was finally let out of his bed, he really wanted to explore. But first, he was brought to his room- something that shocked him. "It's so big!" Elon cried, looking over at Elladan and Elrohir who laughed at his amazed reaction.

Elon walked around the room, exploring it since he couldn't explore outside. It really was big, way too big for him- he was small. "Only the best for our favorite elfling," Elladan teased, moving over to watch Elon, Elrohir on his heels.

Elon blushed, crawling out from under the bed to look up at the pair. "I didn't think you knew any other elflings," he admitted shyly, making the pair laugh slightly.

"We don't, elflings are rare," Elrohir explained, reaching down to pull the elfling by his feet up. "Hence why you're so important, little one. So we have to make sure that you stay safe." His eyes darkened slightly. "We have to make sure that men kind never touch you again." Menkind? If all men were mean, Elon decided he didn't mind that decision- but he wasn't sure if they were all mean. Maybe just some. Or a lot. Or a little. Who knows?

"I'm not that important," Elon decided quietly, looking down.

Elrohir kneeled in front of him, gently tucking two fingers under Elon's chin and raising it to look at him. "You are that important, and more," he insisted softly. Elladan joined his brother on his knees, clasping his hands with Elon's.

Continuing his brother's words, Elladan spoke with, "important to us. Important to all the elves. You're an elfling... a child, Elon. You're young, and you have an entire life in front of you. A life to do important things, to change things, to help people who need help. You can become a healer, a soldier, a warrior, a prince. A friend. Anything you want to become. You're an elfling, and we love you, Elon."

For some strange reason, Elon felt like he was going to cry. "You barely even know me," he said quietly, voice soft and shaking. He felt fragile in that moment, more then he had before, more then he had with the men. "You can't l-love me. You can't."

"We do," Elrohir insisted, "because you are an elfling, one of us. We protect and love our own Elon. We will find your family, and if it is true they have passed on, then- if you wish -you are welcome to stay here and find one, or even become part of our family with us and Ada and Arwen. But no matter what, we will personally make sure that you are never alone again."

"Never," Elladan confirmed, nodding his head, a fierce look in his eyes as if he were just daring anyone to say otherwise. "So when we say we love you, we really do mean it Elon."

"We're here for you."