Hell Is For Children By:ThePen23
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or Hell is for children by Pat Benatar
Warning:Talk of abuse.
Harry looked a the fair haired elf.
"Who would do this to a child?" Harry asked, waving his hand at his half elvling body. He looked to be 12 or 13, when really he was 22.
"I once heard a song explaining that. Would you like to hear it?" was the replied the elf got to his nod. He nodded again.
"Of course {young one}" Harry sang, in a cold, harsh, heartbroken, lulbuy voice.
"They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can't see their fear
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child"
Legolas, for that was the elfs name, looked horrifed so far.
"Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh"
Legolas let loose a few tears. Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, and Gimli looked sad, as the half-elfs voice carried to them.
"It's all so confusing, this brutal abusing"
Harry had a knowing tone. That tone made Gimli, Aragorn, Pippin, and Merry shed tears.
"They blacken your eyes, and then apologize
You're daddy's good girl, and don't tell mommy a thing
Be a good little boy, and you'll get a new toy
Tell grandma you fell off the swing'
Frodo, Gandalf, Boromir, and Sam who was hearing, also beganing to cry.
Because Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell Is For Children
And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh
No, Hell Is For Children"
As they had only found Harry less then a hundrad yards from Rivendell, the elves that had come to investgate what was going on with the Fellowship, were now crying.
"Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell Is For Children
Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell Is For Children
Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell is for Hell
Hell Is For Children
Hell Is For Children
Hell Is For Children"
Harry looked at them, standing tall, or as tall as a 4 foot child can while favoring their left leg, as the right had a slash up his leg. He had scars almost everywhere, something his elven blood didn't help with, a black eye, spilt lip, two Sica daggers at each hip, a staff, made of a black wood, and two small knifes in each tattered boot.
"Now do you understand?" Harry walked on, towards Rivendell.