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AN: for those that said they couldn't read it, I'm and very sorry and have tried to correct it. If it needs more work do not hesitate to tell me and I will try to make it better than it is. Review again if need be. Once again I am sorry for the way it was typed.
Chapter One: Wishing Myself Away:
In number 4 Privet Drive a battered and bruised Harry Potter sat on his bed in the smallest and untidiest room in the house, staring at the clock counting down until his birthday. The clock showed 11:45 so there were 15 minutes left until his birthday officially began. Harry doubted that it would be any different from the last 14 birthdays he had at the Dursley hosehold before. At this point in time he was not even fully aware of his surroundings, he was covered in blood that stuck to his back and clothes. The reason for this: Uncle Vernon had once again decided that he needed a lesson. He had been whipped by his uncle's belt, starved and raped, everyday for a week. His aunt had burned his feet with a red hot pan and Dudley had used him as punching bag. As he stared at the clock now showing 11:55 there was one thing going through his head. ' I wish I was somewhere I will be loved unconditionally', yes that was the mantra repeating itself throughout his head after the betrayal of the wizarding world. Hermione and Ron has turned their backs on him saying that he was a lier and attention grabber, Dumbledore had continued to say that Harry had to go back to his uncle and aunt's house for the summer no matter how much he begged, Snape was continously making snide remarks about him and saying generally the same things his former best friends had said.
As the clock struck 12:00 he closed his eyes and though happy birthday to himself before drifting off into unconsiousness. Little did he know that his wish was granted as a white light surrounded his body. It continued to grow and groq, brighter and brighter until it flashed and then died down leaving an empty bed and lots of blood splattered on the sheets and floor. In Middle Earth things were starting to get worse. The orcs had been multiplying and Elrond's children has split in different directions. His twin sons had come home though and Aragorn or Estel as he was called by the elves was on a mission with the rangers. Arwen was still in Lothlorien with her grandmother due to her naneth's sudden departure to valinor. She knew her ada missed her but it was too painful for her to stay in Rivendell so soon after said departure. In Rivendell itslef it was a normal day so far. Elrond was in his study, Glorfindel was teaching the younger elves to use the bow and arrows and swords, Erestor was in the library and the twins were pranking. In the forest not far from Rivendell Estel was one his way home when a flash of light blinded him.
When he opened his eyes again he was shocked by what he saw. An elfing was in front of him so badly injured it was a miracle he was still alive. His eyes were closed and from what Estel could see his whole body was covered in wounds. He made quickly toward the elfling intent on taking him to his ada in Rivendell to be healed up. The elves treasured their young more than jewel and gold due to the fact that elflings were rare in the world of Middle Earth. The elves paid for their longtivity with few children. He assessed the childs wound and found his back and chest to be the worst of the cuts and bruising, several broken ribs, broken left left and right arm, and a severe concussion due to several hits to the head. His horse was close by so he gently picked up the elfing after doing what he could for the young one and put him on the horse then got up behind the elfing to keep him steady. He was two days ride from Rivendell and he had decided that he would ride throughout the whole two days without rest because while elves are immune to disease and illness, elflings were not. It was fatal for a elfling to become ill. He once remember his ada telling him that once Elladan and Elrohir had wandered off and gotten ill. He and the healers worked with them for a week to make them better praying that their strength woulf return that was taken away from the fevers they had. Estel rode and rode at the fastest pace his horse could handle and not once did the elfling stir for him.
The male elfling, he had discovered stayed limp in his arms and he worried for the young one. Two days of travel and Estel finally reached Rivendell. He was tired but took the elfling to the hall of healing while Glorfindel who had spotted him went to get Lord Elrond. When his ada did arrive he was told to go and clean up, eat something and then get some rest. He wanted to stay with the elfling but he knew he would just be in the way so he did as his ada wished. For days Elrond and Glorfindel worked on the young one and when Estel saw the young one again he was still unconsious but looked a lot better. His ada had told him not to tough the elfling who flinched away from contact because he had been raped. They would have to wait for the elfling to wake before they found out the whole truth. They had described the elfling as beautiful and indeed he was with his long golden blond hair and his emerald green eyes. Glorfindel had checked the young one eyes for damage and found none. He was a rare beauty that would be well looked after when he was healed. It was later in the second week they remembered they did not know the young ones name.