AN: First thing, I don't own anything that you recognize from Harry Potter or LotR books.

Most propably this will be slowly updated story, but that deppends. Ther isn't nor will be any shedule for updates.

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Chapter 1

Pain, hunger and thirst. It was all that he could now think of in this forsaken by light place. Even time was a luxury he didn't have, as he have lost any sense of time. The never ending night that he could see beyond a small, barred window didn't help at all in that matter. Never changing dark and heavy clouds moved on the sky that flashed red whenever the near by volcano spitted out lava. This barren and blackened landscape of destruction and despair was now his "home" for what seemed like years, when in truth only few weeks have passed.

Something stirred near a wall of the small cell, under a pile of rags that once were cloths. Well, he wasn't alone, his best female friend ended in this hell with him… at the same time he was glad for her company and wished that she never landed here with him. What once were bushy, brown hairs now were almost black from the grim that stuck to them, they were even in stronger disarray than they should have been normally. She was pale and had dark rings under her still beautiful eyes, she lost weight and looked like a walking, badly beaten skeleton but so did he. He sighed and turned to gaze outside.

"You should sleep, they weren't here for a long time. Something is going to happen." Her voice was tired but he had to admit that Hermione was right, as in most cases. Those creatures, those orcs… were their tormentors. In his short live Harry Potter saw some dark creatures but they were no way close to being as twisted in looks and behavior as those bastards. Well, Voldemort was, even more so. But that was history from another world, literally.

They were in the Department of Mysteries fighting in the Veil room and loosing quickly. The DA members were brave but lacked the skill needed to fight in an all out battle with the Death Eaters. So as quickly as it started the Hogwarts students found themselves hostages, with Harry facing the elder Malfoy on the dais before the ancient stone arch.

"Give me the prophesy Potter and you have my word that you and your friends will come out of this unharmed." Lucius said in a silky voice extending his hand for the glass ball that Harry was holding in his hand.

"Don't do it Harry!" He didn't dare to look around to see who shouted, the situation was bad as it was. He needed more time.

"How do I know I can trust you? You're just a slimy Death Eater bent on killing me for your master." Hopefully he could draw the platinum blonde into a pointless conversation.

"Lets just be done with it Lucius!" It was the insane Bellatrix for once showing some seriousness. Without warning a sickly yellow spell flew from her wand hitting Harry on the side and sending him fling into the Veil.

"NO!" Every one shouted, beside Belltarix who had on her face a look like Christmas came earlier. Harry crossed the Veil with the precious glass orb still in hand.

First thing that Harry noticed was that he couldn't feel his body nor could he move. He just floated surrounded by a endless mass of gray with streams and ripples of other various shades of gray. Then he saw what looked like ghostly figures appearing out of nowhere, when he looked closer he realized with horror that they were silhouettes of all his friends that accompanied him to the DoM.

"Hermione! Ron! Anyone!" He tried to shout but wasn't sure any sound left his phantom mouth.

"No need to scream so loud, mate." Ron answered hastily, fear evident in his voice.

"We are on the other side of the Veil." Said a silent, trembling voice. It was Neville. Harry had to stop himself from snorting. Nevill didn't have to point out where they were, all of them had to have a clear idea of that.

After that there was a long silence as every one of them tried to cope with what happened to them, after all they were supposedly dead. It was an easy conclusion that they all reached. That and also that afterlife sucked.

Time passed as they existed in the endless gray and finally something happened. At first it was a distant black dot to them, but it grew as it got closer. When it got close enough it was obvious that it wasn't simply black, many colors flashed rapidly, they changed and danced forming a sphere of chaotic changes.

"I really don't like the look of it." Whispered Hermione as they floated together to form a group.

"And I don't like the fact it's heading straight on us." Said Harry, for he did fell malice among other warmer feelings emitting from the disturbance.

"We should trust it." Everyone gaped at Luna. Overtime she became quiet person… ghost thing, rarely talking, for here to talk now meant something extraordinary.

"Do you think it's a way out of here?" After Ron asked the question. Luna didn't answer straight away taking her time to seemingly think it over.

"Even if it isn't, what do we have to loose?" And with that statement everyone agreed, they did have enough of this gray ocean of nothing. So they grabbed each others phantom hands, and prayed they were holding the others hands tightly, as they couldn't feel it.

When it hit them it was a sensation similar to a Portkey. It shocked them, as they did feel the pull, the fast, nauseous spinning and changing directions. But it was too much, their hold loosened and they were thrown in random directions.

Harry awoke with a painful groan when he looked around the sight wasn't as welcoming as he would like. It was rather intimidating. High rocky mountains covered in shadow, sharp rocks and deep valleys. And the sky, it looked like light was battling the oppressive dark clouds and it created a twilight zone in which he currently was. When he got up, he immediately know it was a mistake. His body collapsed on the hard ground as he screamed, when intense pain shoot up his leg. Harry cursed silently, used his hands to support himself as he sat up, rolled up his jeans which he wore the night they infiltrated the Ministry and saw how swollen it was. Probably broken.

"Harry?" Came a distant voice and he knew whose voice it was.

"I'm over here Hermione. I think I have broken my left leg." He paused after that, he felt pain. He felt the cold wind caressing his cheek. They were free from that gray prison. The landing could be better, he mused, but it could have been worse.

When he thought about those things, Hermione made it to the spot he was sitting. She looked exactly like in the Department of Mysteries. Without a word she knelt down near him to inspect his leg. He saw how she reached to her back pocket, only to see her face take on a look of fear.

"My wand… I don't have it…" Harry blinked several times, stupid! How could he have forgotten. He searched frantically for his wand, but as well found nothing.

"This is very bad Hermione… we don't know where we are, we don't have wands and we don't know where the rest of us is. At least we are not dead as we thought." He added the last part grimly. He was stating the obvious but he felt better talking about it.

"One thing I know is that we can't stay here. I will help you, just avoid standing on your left leg." She offered her shoulder and he gladly took it. Slowly they made there way down the mountains.

They never saw a pair of yellow, malicious eyes observing them or the twisted and clad in armor creature they belonged to.

In a land distant from the one they called Middle Earth in a land where the memories of ages long forgotten by mortal men were still alive, one of the powerful Valar, defenders and rulers of all Arda frowned as her thoughts covered shadows of worry and doubt. Varda looked at her husband, that sat on his throne atop the Taniquetill mountain.

"I'm afraid that after all the ages, Morgoth has found a way to influence the destiny of Arda once more." Her voice was filled with concern.

"Yes, I have felt it too. He has brought to Middle Earth powerful individuals, humans not from this world. However his taint hasn't reached them as they are not what he sought. We should give them a chance my wife, all of them. So said Iluvatar and so say I." Manwe spoke with faith and confidence in his voice.

"I shall watch over them then and have hope." With that she left leaving the greatest of Valar to his own thoughts.

Luna Lovegood watched with admiration beings that found them in a silent grove in the shadows of a mountain range that was unfamiliar to them, Ronald Weaslay and Neville Longbottom just stared in open awe. The beings were at first glance humans but after a more careful observation they saw pointed ears and what nagged at them from the start. They never saw so beautiful humans, that seemed to radiate an inner light. When they spoke, their voices and language were melodious and flawless for the lack of better word. But of course they couldn't understand a single word.

"I don't think we're back in England." Was the only thing that Ron muttered.

After some tedious talking with hand signs, done mainly by Luna, they agreed to follow the beings to their home.

At the same time on the far east, Harry and Hermione were confronted by creatures that looks screamed "evil". Further more they couldn't understand anything form their harsh and guttural language, but it was clear non the less that they were in deep trouble. Hard to think otherwise when said creatures pointed their wicked swords, spears and bows at them.

"What are they?" Wondered aloud Hermione, she was scared and it showed in her defensive stance and trembling voice.

"They look slightly like goblins, other than that I don't have an idea." With his broken leg he was useless, and without their wands they were defenseless. That much was clear to Harry and he had a good idea what those creatures wanted to do with them. After all he had a Dark Lord and his lackeys hunting for him, he was captured and ambushed at least once… he had some insight on that mater.

"But we will not like what's going to happen soon…" He said in a grim tone. He wasn't going to give up, he just knew what was coming.

In a matter of minutes Hermione and Harry found themselves with tightly bound wrists and even a rope tied around their neck which their captors used as leashes to guide them or rather drag them to an unknown place.

They marched for days in the rocky mountains going further in to the shadow of dark clouds that hung over their heads. In that time none of the creatures cared about their well being, Harry was expected to keep up with the rest with his broken leg thus the one thing he felt was excruciating pain, finally after he fell down for a couple of times the orcs got annoyed and brutally set his bone and made simple casts. Hermione's situation wasn't better as she was a girl and found herself a target of, what was in the orcs minds, elaborate jokes. But to her it was a torture, both mental and physical and she was on the verge of breaking when they reached the Black Gate. For the two teens the sight of the gigantic metal structure was foreboding and awe inspiring at the same time. In that moment a light encompassed them, but it didn't bring hope or warm. What they did feel was a cold, curious presence.

"Harry Potter… the One who Lived…" A voice in his head rasped out, he was momentarily confused until he looked at the source of the light. Fiery eye at the top of a black tower. And it was like in his lessons of Occlumency with Snape all over again. But this time he didn't even have strength to fight the intruder that viewed all of his memories. It lasted seconds but it was enough.

"Interesting… I shall make use of you… but not yet… For now I grant you… the knowledge of the Black Speech…" And then Harry felt a splitting headache. For his weakened body it was too much and he lost consciousness. The last thing he saw was Hermione that collapsed just after him.

When he woke up, Harry wished he hadn't. The room he was currently in was what looked like a medieval interrogation room… or just torture chamber. His best friend was beside him and when he looked around he could see some older Orcs. With disgust he listened to their talk as he could now comprehend their language. Finally when their captors decided on what to do with them at first, in Barad-Dur loud screams could be heard.

Now weeks later sound of heavy footsteps brought Harry from his musings about how they ended in the place they currently were. Hermione stood up and walked to him, no matter how tiered or injured she was she tried to not show weakness to the orcs.

"And I started to think they might actually have forgotten about us…" Harry wrapped his left arm around her thin waste giving her some comfort.

When the doors opened three orcs rushed in.

"Common ya rats… The Eye wants you." What one of the more deadly looking creatures said surprised them. The only contact they had with "The Eye" was when they crossed the border of Mordor, entering through the Black Gate. It gifted them with the ability to talk and understand the language used in this cursed land, but it turned out to be a curse itself… After all how could orcs gain "information" during countless "interrogations" if they couldn't understand their prisoners?

When they left the cell there was another surprise awaiting them. As it turned out a creature they never saw was escorting them instead of the orcs. It was… a Dementor look a like. But it didn't have the chili aura surrounding it, still it did inspire fear and despair.

"Come with me, our Master awaits us." It said in a hissing, cold voice. Though they were angered that it said "our Master" they didn't protest out of fear.

They climbed up the stairs of the tower for what felt like an eternity until they reached the top level where a dark, windowless chamber was. And it was a good thing, their malnourished bodies couldn't have handled more climbing on the stairs. On the side opposite to the entrance was a highly decorated throne made out of gold and obsidian that seemed to suck in all light that dared to fall upon it. On the throne however was a figure made out of shadows that changed constantly, giving it no solid shape. Where the eyes should be however, were two glowing orbs of fire, that looked exactly like the one burning at the top of the tower.

The dementorish creature knelled and bowed deeply before its master, leaving the two teens staring at the shadowy apparition. Finally Harry snapped.

"What do you want with us?" It was a frustrated shout.

"Serve me… Bow before me… And you will not… be tormented by my orcs… any longer." It's voice was emotionless.

Harry clenched his fist, so this is it? All that suffering to brake him, brake them. How could he not seen that? He was a fighter of light he would never…His furious thoughts were disturbed by a sound of knees hitting the stone floor. He looked to his left.

"Hermione? What are you doing?" He asked with honest disbelief in his voice.

"I-I can't take it a-anymore… Any-Anything is bett-ter." She started crying but stayed bowed before the throne.

Almost animalistic snarl escaped Harry's mouth. That wasn't supposed to happen! Not to them! Fate truly was a bitch when it came to him. With barely restrained anger he slowly lowered himself to a kneeling position, he will not leave Hermione alone in this mess.

"I will serve you and I will hate you for what you did to us." His tone ice cold and filled with strongest anger, no… hatred that he ever felt, fueled by weeks of being imprisoned in the dungeons and left at the hands of orcs.

Harry scowled deeply when he heard a victorious laugh.

"We aren't so different then… But serve me well and I will reward you… with the knowledge… on how you can return to your world. Now, you shall go to Minas Morgul, to study our ways… under tutelage of the Witch King of Angmar. Before you begin your journey however, I have ordered to craft something for… both of you." With that from a shadowy corner emerged second demtorish thing. It held a mahogany box in its gloved hands. When it was two steps from them it opened the box and they saw two masterfully crafted golden rings. The left ring had a triangular amethyst as a center piece, the right ring had a kite shaped emerald. They knew witch ring was for who.

As they put them on writing started to appear in fiery letters on the rings, but the glow was unusual, pale blue and poisonous green respectively. It was in Black Speech so Hermione read it out loud.

"Two to rule the Nine, for those long lost, that serve the darkness." After her words were spoken they both could fell something they could only call a pulsing of magic, like a heart beat. They could feel their magic again. More wild, dangerous and more powerful than ever.

But then they felt a chill spreading through them. They could feel how the rings absorbed their magic and more…

"What is this?" Hermione paniced and tried to remove the ring from her finger but when she was holding it ready to pull it off she found she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You didn't think… I would give you your ability to use your power back… just as that. The rings… now contain most of your power… and life force. As long as they exist… so will you my servants. Your rings and by them you… are bound to my will, as I'm the Lord of the Rings."

Harry looked at his ring with disgust. If he understood correctly there was now… more of him inside the ring than in his actual body however strange it sounded. So what did that make him?

"You will leave at dusk… now leave my sight." It was an order they felt compelled to obey and that unsettled them. They truly were bound to Saurons will.

"Follow me." One of the wraiths said as it left the chamber, so Harry and Hermione followed as there really was no other choice.

Soon enough after going three levels lower they found themselves in an armory. Strangely enough they didn't feel as tired or weak as they had after climbing up to the throne room. But that thought had to wait as they glanced around.

It was overall a round chamber, with some odd corner here and there. Rows of weapon and armors stands were lined under the walls of the ancient stone. All of the metalwork was crude but solid looking. It was all lit dimly by few torches placed rather randomly.

One thing thought set Harry's mid ablaze with rage, again. The place was run by two older orcs, it must have shone through his eyes as the vile creatures seemed to panic, before they collected them self and approached the two.

Their escort just backed inot nearest shadow, letting his two new supposed leaders handle this on their own.

"So what do ya want? Looking for trouble, human scum?" One orc said with a sinister smile, that didn't quite reach its eyes. If one looked close enough, you would see uncertain look in them.

Hermione had a good hunch why the were brought here, so did Harry. They glanced at each other and she nodded slightly.

"Our... Lord... demanded that we choose some weapons and armor, if you have a problem with that, go talk to him... mindless idiot." Hermione found out that her voice was rather intimidating even if a bit trembling from the encounter with Sauron, her choice of words... not so much, she had to admit it to herself.

The two orcs looked at her and grinned nastily but said nothing.

"You heard her. Move. Get us a fitting armor before I kill you where you stand." Harry's voice was quiet, cold and full of hatred. Almost as if to back up his words, the air in the chamber started to turn cold, the effect going as far that the floor beneath his feet covered with frost.

That was what got the orcs moving. While the creatures got their measurements Harry was having trouble understanding his behavior. It was so easy to hate those vile things that it scared him. But they treated them like trash, as even less than trash and tortured them for weeks, turn about was only fair, was it?

He doubted because he saw that he scared not only the orcs, but Hermione as well. She knew he meant every word.

Harry was soon distracted as a new voice sounded through the armory.

"You need to wear those." Another two orcs have come with some black bundles, that turned out to be plain black hooded robes with tattered edges, the same that all Nazguls were wearing.

As they fit perfectly a grim realization hit Hermione. They were expected to agree to serve Sauron today or at the very last in the near future.

"You're almost done." One of the orcs said holding to Harry a pair of steel, wicked looking gauntlets, that looked as if someone copied a dragons paw. He took them and put them on. To his surprise the ring just melted through the steel, and could now be seen in all its glory on his steel encased finger.

Another orc handed him his helmet. Now that was something he didn't expect to see and if he had to guess from Hermione's gasp, she too was surprised. The helm was shaped like dragons head with eleven horns curving slightly to the back, also it had numerous smaller spikes and ridges all over it. It was frozen in a snarl, showing off rows of steel teeth.

Without hesitation he took it and put it on. He was unsurprised this time to find that the "dragons eyes" were well thought out. The helm didn't obscure his vision that much.

He turned to look at Hermione, only to find that her helmet was formed to reassemble a ravens head. Her gauntlets, were also inspired by raven it seemed.

"Now, the weapons. You pick them." Said the leading orc as the four of them left the armory in a hurry.

"Harry... It's not the best moment I know, but I'm sorry..." Hermione had to get it out, it was her fault after all. She was the weakest link...

"Don't worry. It will work out in the end for the better... It must..." He added the last part silently. With a wary sight and a clanking sound created by his steeled boots he moved to the weapon racks as did Hermione.

He truly wasn't a weapons expert and the only time he had a sword in hand was in the Chamber of Secrets so he didn't know what to choose. With a shrug he decided he will try something with his powers. So he outstretched his right hand and thought only of needing a weapon that would fit him.

To his surprise no weapon came to him, but one created itself for him. It was a double handed sword, the likes he saw wraith had but his was blackened, with veins of liquid emerald light along the blade, alongside came a matching black sheath.

When he touched the handle... he immediately knew. He would never use it willingly, unless it was in dire need. Quickly sheathing it and buckling the belt to his waist he found Hermione staring at him.

"Even now you do the impossible..." She stood there holding a plain looking short sword.

"We don't know what's possible or impossible here, now do we?"

"Well ok, I will admit that we don't know. But we must if we don't want to land in a deeper mess than we already are... That would be some achievement."

Their wraith escort picked this moment to remind himself to them.

"Now that you're ready, we will journey to Minas Morgul." Its cold voice announced to their dismay.

"What about food, or drink? We haven't had those in... long time..." Even as Harry said that he felt something that he should have picked up faster. He wasn't hungry or thirsty for that matter.

"You don't need that, not any more. You're now one of us... Now come." The Nazgul said before he turned around and started heading to lower levels of Barad-Dur.

"Oh... that's... handy I suppose..." Hermione answer was quiet and filled with sadness. But she did follow, as did Harry.

R&R Please.

So the stage is set. It may seem a bit rushed but I had to get it out of my head and make room for further development.

As of 3.11.2011 Chapter is after some punctuation upgrade.