Web of Fate:
By Evenstar of Hogwarts:
Summary:_ The Valar send Glorfindel and Ecthelion to the Wizarding World where they are expected to help Harry Potter kill Voldemort.
Chapter 1: A New Destiny-
Steel clashed upon steel.
Darkness battled against light.
Water extinguished fire.
And the Flower didn't wither in flames.
Smoke and a blood red glow outlined the indigo sky, streaked with crimson as the refugees escaped from the once fair City of Gondolin that was now overrun by Orcs.
The craggy peak of Cristhorn was the cliff where each warrior called his fate. One, a tall demon, clothed in deadly flames. A Balrog of Morgoth was it. The other was a tall, fair Elf with green eyes and long golden hair.
Glorfindel felt a mixture of fear and rage as he faced the Balrog. He knew he had to slay this demon for the safety of his kin. His best friend Ecthelion had slain Gothmog, Lord of the Balrogs by drowning the monster in the City's fountain, before he was pulled down by the weight of his own armour.
Glorfindel knew that his position on the precipice prevented the Balrog from venting its full spleen and fury on the Elf. But he knew he wouldn't stand long against it. He was already exhausted from battling.
The sound of the frightened people hardened his resolve to fight. If the Balrog wanted the people of Gondolin, he needed to get past him first.
"I shall kill you," whispered Glorfindel. "For Ecthelion, Turgon, Tuor, Idril and the people of Gondolin. And most of all for little Earendil.
Both warriors circled around each other in a predatory fashion; each waiting for the other to make the first move.
The Balrog screamed in a battle cry. Glorfindel ducked beneath its fiery breath. He recoiled in disgust smelling the acrid stench of fumes and his own singed hair. In that short time, the whip came whistling down, cutting the Vanya across the right cheek. Glorfindel's head snapped to the left.
Spitting his hair out of his mouth, Glorfindel dodged left as the whip came down yet again. Glorfindel tried hard to stay in the Balrog's great reach.
He dodged again as the fiery sword came downward in what could have been fatal blow if Glorfindel had not anticipated it. Glorfindel stabbed the Balrog's sword arm.
The Balrog roared in fury and anguish as the arm was severed. Black blood dripped steadily from both the wound and Glorfindel's sword. The flaming sword clattered down the unfathomable cliff.
Glorfindel dodged about, managing to inflict minor but pain causing wounds on the Balrog. This time, the Balrog kicked out with its hideous hoof. The blow caught Glorfindel straight in the stomach. He flew around two dozen feet and landed hard on his side, gasping for breath. The stabbing pain told him of broken ribs. His left arm didn't work and his right leg could hardly take his weight.
Spitting blood out of his mouth, he staggered to his feet. Bellowing in victory, the Balrog advanced on him, swooping in for the prey. Glorfindel threw his sword at it. Swift and sure, the mithril missile logded itself firmly in the Balrog's heart.
There was a second when huge black wings flapped frantically to stay aloft. Then the Balrog toppled down Cristhorn.
Glorfindel fell to his knees, exhausted. That was when a huge, fiery claw emerged out of the depths, entangling itself in the warrior's golden tresses. Glorfindel's head snapped forward as the blow broke his neck.
Both of them plummeted downwards. Then, Glorfindel screamed in pain as jagged stones assailed his already broken body. Dizzily, he opened his eyes for the last time, only to see huge, majestic winged figures soaring through the sky.
'The Eagles,' thought Glorfindel. 'Thorondor and his people are here. The people of Gondolin are safe.' Then he closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to take him for the last time.
Glorfindel opened his eyes in a daze, putting a hand to his head. He stared around himself as he stood up. "Where am I?" he wondered aloud.
"In the Halls of Mandos," came a deep voice. Glorfindel whipped around.
Behind him stood nobody but the Doomsman of the Valar himself; Mandos.
"Lord Namo," Glorfindel said, bowing to the Vala.
"Lord Glorfindel," replied Namo, inclining his head.
"Glorfindel, you truly are a valiant Elf. "complimented Namo.
"Thank you, milord," replied Glorfindel.
"However, you have a task to complete," continued Namo. Glorfindel raised an eyebrow.
"There are other dimensions besides Arda. The Wizarding World is one of them. As in all dimensions, there is a Dark Lord there too. Lord Voldemort he called himself. There was a boy, Harry Potter. It was prophesised by Sybill Trelawney that he would be the only one who could kill Voldemort. "
"But, there was another prophesy, made by Sybill's sister, Cynthia. Two Elves from another dimension would help Harry Potter survive. This prophesy speaks of none other but you and your friend, Ecthelion," said Namo.
"Fine. I shall go to the Wizarding World," said Glorfindel firmly.
"I release you from my Halls then. However you shall not go as other Elves have. You will wake up in the Wizarding World. Once there, seek the highly prestigious magical academy of Hogwarts. The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore is both wise and prudent. He shall guide you in your mission. Your friend, Ecthelion will also be sent today. But, be warned, you cannot return to Middle Earth unless you complete your mission." Namo said, turning away.
Glorfindel let sleep take him as he watched the mighty Namo leave, leaving him to face his destiny.
Glorfindel awoke in a dense forest. The trees were huge with knotted, gnarled trunks and looked very old. Glorfindel looked around, his sea-green eyes coming to rest on another Elf.
He was tall, with long silver hair and deep, laughing grey eyes. "Ecthelion!" cried Glorfindel joyfully, flinging himself upon his best friend.
"Whoa!" cried Ecthelion, catching Glorfindel and enveloping him in a bear hug.
"So, Namo told you about this Harry Potter character and that prophesy?" asked Glorfindel.
"Yes. I guess trouble will never stop chasing us, mellon nin!" Ecthelion replied mischievously.
"It doesn't look like it," agreed Glorfindel in an extremely grave voice.
Then the two friends burst out laughing.
"So, let's find Hogwarts shall we?" suggested Ecthelion, regaining his composure.
"Yes," said Glorfindel, pulling himself together.
Both of them walked in silence for some time. The two stopped short as they came to a clearing.
A huge castle loomed out of the darkness. It spouted many turrets and towers. It was perched atop a large mountain. Its windows were a welcome sight, glittering against the twilight. Surrounding the castle was a huge black lake. There was a small fleet of boats on the bank.
Ecthelion stepped into a boat. Glorfindel followed him.
"Er, why are there no oars?" asked Ecthelion.
"I don't know," shrugged Glorfindel. "Perhaps we need some kind of enchantment to go forward."
"Whoa!" shouted Ecthelion. For, on 'forward', the boat had been propelled forward. Glorfindel was looking as bewildered as Ecthelion.
Once the boat reached the other shore, Ecthelion and Glorfindel heaved open the huge door. They made their way up huge, winding staircases, hoping to meet someone who could lead them to Albus Dumbledore.
"Halt," said a strange voice.
Glorfindel and Ecthelion froze.
"Who are you?" asked a woman, stepping out of the shadows. She was wearing emerald robes. A green hat sat atop a tight bun of black hair. She looked extremely intimidating to all.
"I am Ecthelion and this is my friend, Glorfindel," said Ecthelion hurriedly as Glorfindel opened his mouth to retort something undoubtedly sarcastic.
"We are Elves, from the dimension of Arda," said Glorfindel coolly. He smirked as the witch's eyes widened dramatically under her spectacles.
"Come on," she ordered. "I shall take you to Professor Dumbledore. I am Minerva McGonagall."
McGonagall led them up many sweeping staircases until they were face to face with a gargoyle.
"Chocolate Frogs," commanded Professor McGonagall. The gargoyle swung open, revealing yet another staircase. Climbing it, McGonagall knocked on a door.
"Enter," called a deep voice. Minerva swung open the door. A tall, old man was sitting behind a desk. He looked venerable. His long sweeping silver hair and beard, and tall frame made the two Elves think of a wise king from an ancient legend. Kind, twinkling, blue eyes peered at the two of them from behind half-moon spectacles. Both Elves could sense the aura of power that surrounded the man.
"Albus, I found the Elves. I found the objects of Cynthia Trelawney's prophesy," said Professor McGonagall.
Dumbledore's eyes grew as large as saucers. He ushered Glorfindel and Ecthelion to the seats in front of his desk. "You may leave, Minerva. Thank you for bringing them," he said. Nodding curtly, Minerva swept from the room.
"I am Albus Dumbledore."
"Nice to meet you, er, milord," said Ecthelion. Dumbledore chuckled. Ecthelion blushed slightly. "I am Ecthelion. This is my friend, Glorfindel," said Ecthelion.
"Good. I take it you are the two Elves Cynthia spoke of?" he asked. "I will like to know more about you."
Glorfindel and Ecthelion told Albus their whole story.
Glorfindel said, "What we both want to know is about this boy, Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort."
"Very well," said Dumbledore. "Lord Voldemort was the most powerful Dark Wizard. He was once known as Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was an orphan, abandoned by his father. He was a brilliant student. I taught him myself. Yet, after leaving this school, he sank into Dark Magic and resurfaced as Lord Voldemort, terrorising people left, right and centre. A woman called Sybill Trelawney made a prophesy. It said that a boy, Harry Potter would be the one to defeat Lord Voldemort. This prediction came true. At the tender age of one, Harry managed to defeat him. But Voldemort had made Horcruxes."
"Horcruxes," he continued in response to the Elves' questioning look, "are the fragments of a wizard's soul. A powerful wizard, seeking to never die, creates a Horcrux by committing a heinous act. A murder of an innocent. A part of his soul is attached to an inanimate object. It can possess an individual who comes too near to it. Due to this, Voldemort did not die. His spirit fled. But, a part of his unstable soul latched itself upon Harry himself. Making the boy a Horcrux. A part of Voldemort resides in Harry's scar; the one Lord Voldemort gave him. "
Glorfindel and Ecthelion looked thunderstruck. "Sybill's sister, Cynthia, made another prophesy, about two Elves from another dimension coming to our world and help Harry. I could show you if you like," said Dumbledore, walking over to a stone basin.
The Elves nodded. Dumbledore put his wand to his temple and pulled a silvery strand of something neither solid nor liquid, depositing it into the basin.
"This is a Pensive," he explained. "We use it to see our memories." With that, he simply tipped forward. Not knowing what else to do, both Elves followed him. They found themselves falling.
They landed in a small room looking like it belonged to someone's grandmother. There were small tables and chairs everywhere, a lot of cabinets covered with powder blue lace and a powder blue sofa. A woman sat on a chair, talking to Dumbledore.
She was thin and bony with long, wispy brown hair and black eyes. Yet when she spoke it was in a terrible voice, not suited at all for her.
"The Dark Lord shall rise again and The Boy Who Lived will need all friends to survive. Two Elves, from the realm of Arda shall come here. Both strong and valiant, both resurrected. They will help Harry Potter in his mission. The Dark Lord will die forever and only then can the Two Elves return."
Glorfindel and Ecthelion found themselves standing on the cold, stone floor of Dumbledore's office. "So, this is the prophesy in which our destiny is written," said Glorfindel.
Dumbledore nodded sombrely. "Now, you shall live like eleven year old students at Hogwarts. Your task is to prepare Harry to face his destiny. I shall reveal this information to him when he comes to Hogwarts, a week later. You can reveal your identies to my staff, Harry and his few friends. To the rest of the world, it would be a secret. Any questions?" he asked.
"Yes. How on Arda are we going to explain why two eleven year olds are more than six feet tall, trained in sword fighting, horse riding and archery?" asked Glorfindel, sarcastically.
"Ah, for that I shall give you a De-Aging Draught. As for your combat skills, you need not reveal them to anybody except a few select people. I have a feeling you'll still need them," said Dumbledore.
"Too right we will," muttered Glorfindel. Ecthelion snorted. Dumbledore was rummaging in a cupboard. He came up with two vials of a clear liquid.
"Drink this," he instructed.
Both Elves drank it in one gulp and grimaced. Soon, both were shooting downward. In five minutes, the once six feet Elves stood a little above four feet five inches. Both looked full of energy, youth and vigour.
"Excellent." Dumbledore said. "Now for your hair." He reached into a drawer, pulling out a pair of scissors. Both Ecthelion and Glorfindel jumped a foot away from the wizard.
"There is no way in Mandos you are going to chop off my hair," snarled Glorfindel. "Nor mine," snapped Ecthelion. Both Elves had their swords out. Dumbledore looked as if he was about to argue, then thought better of it and put the scissors back.
"Fine. But I shall have to give you last names," he said.
"That's alright," said the two Elves together.
"Hm.. Glorfindel, you were the Chief of the House off the Golden Flower, weren't you? Then you can be Glorfindel Goldberg," he said. Ecthelion snickered and Glorfindel shot him a death glare.
"Ecthelion, you were the Chief of the House of the Fountain. Then you can be Ecthelion Rivera." It was Glorfindel's turn to snicker.
"Good. Now sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us." On that enigmatic note, Albus Dumbledore left them, conjuring up two beds for the Elves.
AN- I am writing this story as Glorfindel and Ecthelion really deserve more recognition. There will be a lot of changes. First of all, I'm not portraying Dumbledore as a thoughtless hypocrite. He will be a good, guiding Headmaster. Glorfindel and Ecthelion will both start helping Harry be more proactive and not prejudiced, especially against Slytherins. Lots of events will be tweaked a little bit. Ron and Hermione will both have pivotal roles, along with the Weasleys. Anyway, READ AND REVIEW!