This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction. I know I am not the best writer out there, but I hope some of you can enjoy my attempt.
I do not own Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter
I do not have a beta. If anyone is interested in helping me out, please let me know
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Prologue
Shadows flew across the sun. Trees creaked in the wind. All across the land a chill could be felt as an unseen darkness began to spread ever farther. Not just the Elves and Dwarves could feel it now. Men of all kinds and even the peace loving halflings, those loveable Hobbits of the Shire, could feel something off in the very air.
It was not long after the surprising 111th birthday of old Bilbo Baggins when his nephew Frodo disappeared along with his friend and gardener Samwise Gamgee. Peregrin Took and Meriadoc Brandybuck, the two troublemakers of the South Farthing, too vanished into the unknown. Off on an adventure worthy of Bilbo is what many of the Shire believed. If they only knew how true that was.
Gandalf the Grey, one of the Istari sent to aid Middle Earth by the Valar, was learning a hard truth as the four Hobbits made their way out of the Shire towards the town of Bree. They carried among their number an object of great evil that would shape the future of all Middle Earth. On their heels rode creatures of a similar evil as the object riding to intercept them to deliver said object to their master.
All of this and more was viewed in distant Valinor, home of the Valar, charged with overseeing all Arda. Namo or Mandos as he is also known stood within his halls watching the events as they were woven upon the tapestries hung about by his wife, the weaver, Vaire. He knew it was time to call back his chosen champion.
This champion was not within Arda, but another realm called Earth that the Valar had stumbled upon long ago. This realm was one they had little to do with but continued to watch to make sure nothing ever got through as it had once a long time ago. This one time was the reason that Mandos had sent his champion to this realm to fix what had happened.
Three objects once owned by Mandos had found there way into the hands of three brothers in this realm and they were never meant to remain. Once they had been collected and returned to their creator all connection between this realm and Valinor would cease.
Mandos' chosen champion was a young elf from Middle Earth, the youngest one born for quite some time, gifted the name Ithilwen. She was beloved of the Elves flitting from settlement to settlement not calling one home but all three she chose to spend her time in evenly.
This young elf's parents had been taken from her when she was very young, only a few years. Ithilwen had refused to give up on life and did not join them in the Halls of Mandos. Instead, she clung to life impressing Mandos himself who delivered her to Rivendell, one of the Elven settlements, to grow.
Ithilwen's task was now complete. All that needed to happen now to conclude events lay in Mandos' hands and for Ithilwen to say her farewells.