Title: Figlio Perduto

Author: Gia

E-Mail: [email protected]

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: none

Time: Present time.

Summary: [AU] During an outing with his father at the young age of one, Harry has met an elf and is now linked to their brethren. Harry is now a young choir boy, who's singing will do more than enchant others.

Disclaimer: I own not a thing.

Author Notes: Here it is! ^_^ The ELVISH TRANSLATIONS! As you know, since this is already posted, the sequel will be out.. Soon. How soon? I haven't the faintest idea, but I won't take too long!

Unfortunately, I can't seem to remember all the Elvish I've first learned when I began, so I'm afraid you'll just have to making up the meanings for the one I don't remember. -_-;; Sorry!

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First chapter:

"Saesa omentien lle, poikaer. Vanimle sila tiri, cormlle naa tanya tel'raa. Amin dele ten' sen. Uuma dela, Tula, hama neva i'naur. Elen sila lumenn omentilmo. I'narr en gothrim glinuva nuin I'anor."

He pointed to Harry's chest, "Istar"

"Lle desiel?" The elf paused. "Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle. Quel marth."

He leaned forward, and kissed Harry on the forehead. Harry felt a warmth within himself. His head snapped up to meet the elf's eyes when it spoke in English.

"Your power has awoken." With a smile, it ended in elvish. "Namárië."

Translation:

"Pleasure meeting you, pure one. Your beauty shines bright, Your heart is that of the lion. [Can't remember this line]. Don't worry, come, sit near the fire. A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting. The bones of our foes will gleam under the sun ."

He pointed to Harry's chest, "Wizard."

"Are you ready?" The elf paused. "Don't look for trouble, it will come to you. Good luck."

*Skip the English lines* "Farewell."

Second Chapter:

[During the flashback scene]

"Lle desiel? Amin nauva auta yeste."

[The last part of the chapter]

"Young Istar, your voice is developing. Ed' i'ear ar' elenea! Your voice is sweeter than that of our fairest elves. Soon, you will come. Soon."

Translation:

"Are you ready? I will go first."

[The last part of the chapter]

"Young Wizard, your voice is developing. By the sea and stars! Your voice is sweeter than that of our fairest elves. Soon, you will come. Soon."

Third Chapter:

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Fourth Chapter:

"Uuma dela!" he hissed frantically. "Dina, avarier!"

Harry ceased his kicking, opening his teary eyes, and looked up at the towering figure. Harry's eyes had gotten wider, registering the meaning.

"Yallume." he muttered under his breath.

Translation:

"Don't worry!" he hissed frantically. "Be silent, unwilling one!"

Harry ceased his kicking, opening his teary eyes, and looked up at the towering figure. Harry's eyes had gotten wider, registering the meaning.

"At last!" he muttered under his breath.

Fifth Chapter:

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Sixth Chapter:

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Eighth Chapter:

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Ninth Chapter:

"Lle merna aut?" Morwen asked.

Barith nodded. "Khila amin."

Translation:

"Shall we go?" Morwen asked.

Barith nodded. "Follow me."

Tenth Chapter:

He felt Barith falter at his tone, and he took this as his chance to run. He bolted, but didn't expect another person to come out. Lólindir appeared swiftly, immediately grabbing Harry by the shoulders. Harry cried out at the grip, knowing he'd bruise. "Tampa Lólindir! He's going to be hurt!"

Lólindir eyes were compassionate, but he was uncompromising in what he was doing. "Uuma dela." he spoke to Harry, causing Harry to stop in his struggling, and look up at him.

Translation:

"He felt Barith falter at his tone, and he took this as his chance to run. He bolted, but didn't expect another person to come out. Lólindir appeared swiftly, immediately grabbing Harry by the shoulders. Harry cried out at the grip, knowing he'd bruise. "Stop Lólindir! He's going to be hurt!"

Lólindir eyes were compassionate, but he was uncompromising in what he was doing. "Don't worry." he spoke to Harry, causing Harry to stop in his struggling, and look up at him.