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Harry had been wandering about for close to two hours now and the sun was about to set. Normally he was a rather patient person but at the moment he was for lack of a better word, pissed. It seemed he had been dumped in a godforsaken forest in the middle of nowhere without even an iota of civilization. Not to mention his magic reserves were frighteningly low so teleporting was out of the question and he was at a place of unknown origins so he couldn't even apparate. Oh joy.
Snap. Every muscle in his body tensed as his eyes and ears tried to pick up the source of the disturbance. Ah, there about 8 feet to his left was a slightly uneven spot in a large maple tree. Straining his eyes harder he discovered it seemed to be a human-like creature. Dressed in soft greens and browns he blended right in with the forest. Even with his apparel assisting him in hiding Harry was surprised he hadn't noticed him before. His senses were extraordinarily sharp. Either the man had been there before Harry had approached or he had very, very soft footing. He slid a throwing knife into his palm just in case and stopped. Without looking in the direction of the person he said softly but clearly, "You can come out, I know you are there."
A small swish was the only noise made as the creature landed on the ground now easily visible. He looked human enough as far as basic anatomy went but something threw this calculation right out the window. He was far too in tune with the forest to be human and he had pointed ears, not to mention he was extremely graceful. As far as he knew no human had naturally pointy ears. He had a look of curiosity on his face and no visible weapons. Slowly as if he wasn't sure Harry would understand him he opened his mouth and said, "You speak Quenyan?"
"What I am speaking is my native tongue." Harry replied not knowing what Quenyan was.
"If that is your native tongue, where do you hail from?" the black-haired person asked. Seeing to harm in this question Harry introduced myself.
"I am Harry James Potter-Black of England"
"I am pleased to make your acquaintance Harry James of England, I am Erestor of the elven village Lindor."
"Would you please tell me where I am at the moment, I seem to be lost." He said as he crossed his fingers and hoped that the elf didn't realize he didn't even know what world he was in anymore, let alone where. His answer did absolutely nothing to reassure Harry.
"We are in Fangorn forest close to the Isen River."
Well shit. Once more taking a risk he asked, "Do you happen to be going anywhere I could follow?"
"I am fleeing more than going anywhere," he answered with a straight face. "However I am fleeing towards an army and if you would wish to accompany me, your intent must be one of joining said army."
An army and Harry thought he had finally quit joining wars. He was so going to hate myself for this later; more battle scars were not what he was aiming for. "Then if you allow it I will accompany you and join the army, Erestor of Lindor." Harry said as he decided that a little help was better than none.
His only answer was an uncertain smile and a slight nod. He headed off with Harry falling in stride behind him. His hope was that whatever army this Erestor-elf was heading towards wasn't the bad side of the fight.
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