Waking up from a deep sleep hardly compared to waking up after a hundred millennia. It was unbelievable. He was completely catatonic at first. It took nearly an hour for him to reach a semblance of higher brain function. When he finally reached consciousness, his head throbbing and limbs numb, it was hardly surprising that he didn't realise he had visitors.

Eyes open he barely registered there was someone else there. A cool but relieving hand blessedly graced his brow. He shivered and sank back into the pillows. The quiet muffled voices were like a lullaby and he soon slipped back into, thankfully, a more normal sleep.

Two moons passed before he could wake for a long period of time. His body was 'rebooting' and all of his systems had to get going again, having laid dormant in stasis for so long. He was more connected by the time they next visited, the voices that is.

"Hello, mellon. Hello. Can you hear me?" A light airy voice whispered from his right.

Harry's head turned toward them, he wanted to move more but his limbs currently weren't cooperating. Voice nonexistent he nodded blinking as his eyes tearily focused.

"Hush hush, no need to try and move. You're doing well so far. We'll be waiting but don't worry we're here to help." A different voice spoke, elegantly sounding clearer and louder.

Raising his arms didn't happen so he tried from toes to fingers moving a little at a time, testing his range of movement. Somewhat. His thighs and core weren't forgiving and were especially stiff. At risk of overdoing it he shuffled his shoulders up his pillow in an attempt at getting a better view.

A strong warm hand slid beneath him, lifted and propped him up so he could see more comfortably. He was surprised to say the least. Three transcendent beings were lounged stunningly, around the room. All three were tall and deific in nature. The man next to him had wavy chestnut hair and was wearing a robe-like garment. His trustworthy countenance and warm smile was reassuring to Harry's still addled conscious.

"I, mellon, am Aromez, otherwise known as Orome the Lord of the Forests. By the window is Irmo, the Lord of Visions and Dreams." The raven haired man with the dreamy, ethereal visage smiled knowingly reminding him a great deal of Luna. The pale blue eyes seemed to be looking at something else but what exactly didn't register with Harry.

'I recognise him from somewhere… It's blurry. He looks familiar though. Recently too, it's hazy kinda like a- a dream.' Eyes widening in awareness as he received a wink from the other.

Aromez, turned to the lone female in the room. "This is Este, Queen of Healing and wife of Lord Irmo." A soft smile was sent between the two. "This must be confusing. We hoped that you would allows Este to assess you while we explain where you are now." Harry nodded.

Whispering, unused to speaking after so long, Harry assented. She moved over silently placing her hand over his heart, humming a few bars. It was magical. He could sense a sort of power behind it, not magic but something else-something powerful. It cheered him.

"We are members of the Valar. We founded our home here in Valinor around your domicile. It was already here, hidden between the hills and there is not another isle so close to Middle earth that was not inhabited. We have been waiting to be able to speak with you for a long time. "

The room fell to a comfortable quiet while Este spoke, magically scrutinising his organs. "When we were first singing with Eru, we were recreating the world after the war which nigh on decimated the earth. Countries bombed each other with no regard to civilian lives nor livelihoods. We could only watch, we could not get involved. Nothing was left alive and intact except you and this island. Your wards and the blessing of Eru are what saved you."

Aromez continued as Este became absorbed in her healing. "When we were driven here from Middle-Earth by Melkor we sought refuge here and rebuilt. Unfortunately we cannot return, the bridge was destroyed so the path is only one way. We believe that you, may be able to cross and aid Middle-earth if dark forces were growing. We would not ask it of you right now. We only wish for you to know."

Laying his head back pensively, Harry thought it over with a hum. "I can't agree right now for the future, especially the kind of time difference we are talking about… that would be hasty. I have just woken after all." He murmured.

"We completely understand. It is only a possibility after all. We would each teach you so that you know what you need to survive and aid those in Middle-Earth. Time isn't a problem after all." Aromez smiled. "You'll get itchy feet eventually. The need to experience new things, meet new people and entertain oneself are hard to resist and all of us have explored many times. Things change over time after all. Things are never the same each time. We lament often that we are not allowed to interfere with the future of Middle-Earth but it is as Eru decrees. When you must watch the misfortunes of those you have taught and in turn their descendants. It is painful for us."

Finished, Este moved back. "There is no more that I can do. You are healed. You should be able to move and functions returned within the next day or so. I would like to visit tomorrow to make sure, if that's agreeable." Harry nodded eyes drifting a little. "I also want to hold a small gathering in a few days so you can be introduced to everyone. Plus it will be a delightful chance to see everyone again." Beaming she giggled. "Yes, it will be like old times."

Her gaze met Irmo's and you could sense an exchange between them. Irmo also smiled and Aromez shook his head leaning in conspiringly. "They get like this sometimes. Lovestruck something chronic but we love them for it all the same. We Vala are a family. All of us children of Eru. I have a feeling that you'll soon be among our number. You'll join our gatherings either way, Este shall not allow otherwise." Harry chuckled with another yawn.

"Ah, I'm sorry. For someone that slept for so long I should really not feel so-aaah, tired. Sorry. Aaah, maybe it is time I took a little nap. If it's no problem." Harry said eyes bleary turning into his pillow murmuring. "Ahhh-mmm, I'm just gonna, rest… m'eyes…"

The other two turned to look at Irmo who was smiling softly, noticing as Harry surrendered to the sweet lurings of sleep. "Sorry, it happens sometimes, he's tired anyway…"