Immortalis

by Alcos

When your world dies what can one do? Move on to the next one. This is a tale between worlds, and when two young immortals appear on earth, both running from their own demons, how will they affect the Avengers? How will the Avengers affect them? X-over between HP, LOTR, and Avengers. Will contain some romance, and will contain characters from the Silmarillion, I don't own anything!

1. Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Alcos, scribe of the fan fiction ;) This is my first attempt at a fanfic, and I'm still in the process of writing. Hopefully I'll be able to publish once a week, but with Uni that may become difficult. So, I'll try my best! I would love some reviews, and if you see any errors please point them out. I don't have a beta, so there's likely going to be some problems. WARNING, this story uses characters from the Silmarillion, so if you are unfamiliar with the characters I apologize. Feel free to use wiki/Main_Page to look up anything you don't understand. I will be making some small changes, but the majority of what you read on the wiki will stand for this story. Now, Without further ado, onto the story!

Prologue

Few have heard the tales of the War of Wrath. Few know of the great battles that changed Middle Earth, that sent a great land under the sea. And fewer still know of what truly happened that day. Heroes were not as heroic, villains less villainous. The three Silmaril, thought to be lost, were not quite so hidden as one might think. And among the rubble now submerged in the great westward ocean lay the greatest secret of the First Age. Deep in the sea lay a temple, constructed by the Valar themselves. Within that temple lay a door. Beyond that a staircase that spirals down to the darkest pits of fire. And at the very bottom lay a being, a creature of such immense power that even all the hosts of the Valar could not stand before him. It took the great hero Eärendil, armed with one of the three gems of light, to defeat him. Many thought he was slain, many thought that his life had ended as he crashed into the mountains below. But they had been mistaken. Only the Valar knew the truth. Only they knew that one of their greatest enemies in battle had survived, and only they knew of his true past. And so he slumbered, protected by many miles of water, rock, and fire. His sleep was deep, as Eärendil has pierced him during their final clash. He had driven the light of the Valar into his mind and soul, cleansing the hatchling of the darkness of Morgoth from him. He slept for thousands of years, through the Second, Third, and Fourth Ages of Middle Earth. He slept till the world broke. This is his tale. This is the story of Ancalagon the Black, the greatest of the dragons.