So... New story time! This story involves Ouran High School Host Club, Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and Harry Potter, though the last one isn't too necessary to have read/watched.

This crossover includes the following:

Fem!Harry reincarnated is Haruhi Fujioka

Death having a sense of humor

Some prophecy stuff that no one cares about

Some ships (maybe)

Some sad stuff

The Host Club being the Host Club

We are doomed. Don't say I didn't warn you.

In a time of need, they shall come to Middle Earth… First shall come the one who was punished for a crime another committed. Next shall come the Mistress of Death and he who gave his life so she might live. Then shall come the one who unites and leads, followed by the two who are one, the one who is two. Last to come shall be the sword and the shield. When all of them have arrived, the War shall begin and shadow shall hide the stars.

Prologue:

The figure strode purposefully, fighting his way through the crowd. No one noticed him, their gazes locked on the scene placed before them, ogling at the tragedy that had occurred. As if this was some sort of spectacle. Had they any respect, they would have averted their eyes, bowed their heads, mourning the lives that had been lost.

Once he had reached the bloody scene, he sighed. These humans were so full of life and energy, it was a shame how young they joined him. The blonde in the front had died first, attempting to shield his friends. Next had gone the oldest, a strong fellow who had obviously gone down swinging, a few bodies of the attackers laying dead by him, the filth. The little one, the honey blonde, was surrounded by bodies-he had taken six with him in his rage over the deaths of his friends before the fourth gunshot had killed him, though the first one had definitely been painful and fatal. Death always hated when humans went like that, fighting long after lesser men would have gone down. After the honey blonde, a pair of twins had gone down together, holding on to one another, tears staining their cheeks, and the names of their fallen friends on their lips. The next was a boy with glasses, his body shielding another one, even in death.

The person he was shielding was still alive, but she was slipping away, Death could feel it. He knelt down next to her, a hand smoothing back short brown hair. The girl's big and oh-so-familiar green eyes stared at him, tears streaming from them. Recognition flashed through the bright emerald orbs when they met his own grey ones.

"Death." his Mistress whispered, a shaking hand raising to touch his face. He gently took the hand within his own. She looked at the others who had died by her, body quivering in grief and pain.

"Are- Are they-" she tried, interrupted by a hacking cough, blood dribbling from her mouth.

"They will be looked after, Mistress, do not worry. They shall be honored." he told her gently.

"I don't- I don't want to- leave them…" she whimpered.

"I know. Sleep, Mistress. It will all be better when you wake." he told her softly, "Sleep."

Her emerald eyes fluttered closed, obeying his command. His hand touched her chest, feeling the soul begin to leave it. Death looked to the others, her friends who had died bravely and unfairly. An idea came to his mind. Normally he would not do this, but in this case he could make an exception.

So Death collected the impossibly bright souls together in his hand, blowing them into the wind. He watched them depart together into the next world with a small, wistful smile.

With that task done, he stood, ignoring the blood on his clothes. He began walking away, before disappearing from the street into shadow. He had much to do, for Death was always busy.

Yeah... no clue where this came from. Follow, favorite, and review! Thanks for reading, my ducks.