AN: This is my first HP/LOTR story. Please review! I love to hear feedback. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything HP/LOTR, but my OCs are mine!

Summary: 4 wizards and 4 witches, brought together by a tournament. Brought to a world… along with a mistake. But is it truly a mistake, or a prophecy? Will good prevail? Will love and friendship survive? Or will darkness sweep across this foreign land?

Chapter 1 - Disappearing Lake

Lord Elrond gazed out across the lush waterfalls of his Elven city. Hiding behind the peaceful bronze and coppery hues of trees cloaked in their best Autumn garb was a problem. It had been lingering in the background, polluting his tranquility like a miniscule spot of India ink bleeding onto the edge of a crisp new white piece of paper. He sighed. Rivendell. Frodo Baggins had come bearing the Ring, eventually causing the council that would form the Fellowship. Rather viewed from near or afar, the spot was growing. He lowered his forehead into his hands, fingers rubbing to release the tension he could feel building. As his eyes remained closed his mind began to fall softly into a haze. He began to see the future, a world he had never seen.

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Three platforms constructed of massive timbers each having four tiers stood poised over the glassy surface of a large lake. The lake water lapped peacefully against the sides of the bottom tier as four young people, three boys and a girl, stood waiting for something. On the edge of his consciousness Elrond could hear beautiful voices weaving a complex melody that undulated softly like the tiny ripples on the water. Merpeople. The lake was most certainly a place of Old Magic – he hoped the younglings were prepared for what they were about to meet.

One of the people on the second tier clearly seemed to be the leader of this event. He was tall, wizened and imposing, draped in grey robes. He held what appeared to be a wand to his throat as he made an announcement. "All of our champions are ready for the second task, which will start on my command. They have exactly one hour to recover what has been taken from them. On the count of three then. One… two… three!" Dumbledore's voice roared across the surface of the water followed closely by a loud echoing cannon blast.

Four young people ran off the edge of the platform and dove into the lake. Well, more accurately three did. Each of them pulled out what also appeared to be wands and pointed them at themselves while muttering spells under their breath that caused mysterious lights to flow from the ends. The fourth boy, the youngest of them, was stuffing something that resembled a piece of slimy green kelp into his mouth and chewing it quickly. A larger, older man nearby gave him a forceful shove and he stumbled and dove into the water with the rest of them.

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Lord Elrond opened his eyes, but something told him there was more to see. He closed his eyes again and let visions continue to surround him.

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Now the same young boy had reached four other people, each tied by the ankle floating helplessly under the water. Somehow, presumably the magical weed, the boy had grown gills as well as webbing on his hands and feet. Now he was desperately trying to free one of the prisoners - a boy with fiery red hair. As time passed, an older boy with a bubble around his nose and mouth came and took one of the girls within the group of four. He then swam back in the direction he had come from, not before pointing to his wrist and up at the surface with some urgency. Soon a large grey shark's head attached to the body of a human came and snapped the cord tied around another girl's ankle. They too swam back in the same direction. Despite being left behind by his companions the young boy continued to fight valiantly with the Merpeople to save the remaining boy and an even younger looking girl. Elrond wondered if the other two children were even still alive considering the amount of time they'd been submerged.

Soon the young boy had miraculously managed to fight off the Merpeople. He released both the remaining boy and the little girl from their tethers and began struggling to swim away from the Merpeople. With the experience of many mortal lifetimes Lord Elrond sensed evil, a dark magic passing over the waters. The water began to glow a fiery angry sunset orange.

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Lord Elrond once again opened his eyes, and yet he felt drawn to see this vision through to its completion. This time the familiar sensation overcame him almost before he had closed his eyes again.

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A young girl of about 16 summers appeared to be on a boat, nay, a ship. There was a celebration. She was wearing a beautiful ocean blue floor length dress. Her chestnut brown hair was swept up gracefully and loose curls had escaped framing her face. She had bluish green eyes. She leaned up against the railing of the boat looking out over the surface of the water. A man, about twenty years her senior, confronted her.

"Miss, aren't you supposed to be with your friends? They're at the ball room and this is the Prom on a cruise ship, so it's kinda the place to be." He said it with a laugh. The young girl chuckled with him, and then her face became serious.

"I'm sorry. Am I not allowed out here?" She asked. Her voice had a tinge of worry laced through it. The man looked at her oddly.

"No," he stated as if the sky was blue, "But Shakira, Tina and your date Rob would be worried." The girl mulled over these thoughts but then her eyes snapped back to his face. Confusion and curiosity beamed sharply through her eyes.

"How do you know their names?" She asked in a streetwise manner. The man's eyes widened. He had said too much.

"Oh. Well, they introduced me and, uhhh; they were looking for you, Sydney." The girl named Sydney mulled over these thoughts while looking into the water.

"Did they really say my name?" she asked.

"Yes." The man said a little forcefully.

"What's your name?"

"…Nick"

"Well, Nick, I'm Sydney." She stuck out her hand for him to shake. When he did she could see a marking on the muscles of his forearm. It was a skull, with a snake entwining itself through the eye sockets and the empty mouth of the skull. The young girl noticed.

"Hey! How did you get your tattoo to move-"wait? Move? She looked up at him in fear.

"You are the chosen one." He said in a threatening whisper. He pulled out a carven stick that gave off an ominous glow. Sydney barked out a laugh, but it was a nervous laugh.

"What?" she said in disbelief.

"You are the one, the one chosen to make darkness prevail." He raised the wand. Sydney opened her mouth to let out a scream when he said, "Silencio!" Sydney tried to scream, but couldn't. She clutched her neck and opened her mouth as far as she could. Why wouldn't anything come out? From Elrond's perspective it looked as though every word she'd ever uttered, or hoped to utter, had been siphoned off to another dimension and she'd been left to gasp helplessly like a fish inadvertently tossed from the water.

"Sydney, you okay?" A deep voice rumbled behind her. A handsome young man came out of a doorway wearing a black out fit with a white under tunic. He wore a ribbon shaped into a bow around his neck. "What's wrong?" He had dark brown skin and blue eyes. He watched Sydney He then looked up at the imposter.

"What did you do?" He demanded. The man raised his stick towards the boy and said, "Avada Kedevra." A wave of sickly green light emitted from the end of the stick hitting the boy. He fell to the ground motionless. Elrond saw the light he'd observed in many living things leave the boy's face. He was dead. The girl ran over to kneel next to him, tears streaming down her face. She shook him. Nothing. She looked up at the evil man, fear lurking in her eyes. Clearly she wanted to know one thing. Why? Why all of this?

"Imperio!" The girl's eyes glazed over in a numb pearly white color. The man holding the wand commanded "Jump off the edge. NOW." The girl took off her shoes and looked into the water. "Jump." And she did. He mumbled a spell that turned the water the same acidic orange the lake had been in the last vision.

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Feeling like he was being pulled backwards through the thickness of time Lord Elrond opened his eyes as a familiar voice broke his thoughts.

"What did you see?" Elrond turned to find Gandalf the Grey standing next to his chair. He took a moment to gather his bearings then retold his visions. Gandalf looked down at the elf Lord with a grave expression.

"I know of a great prophecy, one that could effect the outcome of the battle against evil in this world as well as another. These visions – they mean that the prophecy is coming to pass." He said in a somber voice. He started to gather things up abruptly.

"Quickly, grab food, water, blankets, spare clothes, archers… and most importantly healers. We must move with haste."

"What is it Gandalf?" the Lord asked just as Gandalf was about to stride through the doorway.

"They're coming." And with that cryptic remark he continued into the library to search for a map of Rivendell, a map that would help them to locate the disappearing lake between two worlds.

TBC

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