Updated: 11-02-2009

An: To makes things clear to the last chapter, that chapter was the prologue. There wasn't happening very much just that his ucle was beating him up and raping him and then he ran away and was taken to middle-earth. The reason why he could move when he woke up was because some unown force was giving him strenght and after he fell out of the tornado he was immediatly changed into an elf which caused most of his injuries to be somehow healed. So he had less pain. Also I did want him to be able to move, because I didn't wanted the fellowship to find him immediatly. And I know he didn't show much emotions yet. This will also come in the following chapters. The last thing about if it's going to be slash or mentoring. To tell you the thruth I don't like slash and the reason why it did't say anything in the summary about that is that I don't want to give too much away. It's going to be a story I don't think it's written yet so it's more fun if it's a surprise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. The belong to J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien.

The caves of Moria

Last time in Elflings of hope: A cry from beyond the huge doorway alerted Harry and he heard something coming. He quickly gathered his belongings and scurried off into the shadows. Their he curled into a ball and pull Hedwig to his chest. Lastly, he pulled his cloak around him and made sure his ears were covered. He was already a freak and defiled, he didn't want people to add more to the list if he were to be found.

At that moment nine people entered the room

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Five of them seemed very small compared to the others. Four of the small ones were childlike in appearance, they looked scared and followed behind the others, like ducklings following their mother. The fifth, lead the whole group into the room, seemed to be all muscle, he had a beard and reminded Harry of Hagrid. Only he wasn't large, quite the opposite. He had sprinted to the tomb and cried out in wailing sobs. Harry looked sympathetically at him. He knew what it was like to lose someone close.

His attention quickly turned on an old man leaning on a tall stick, that was heading his way. Harry swore that, for a moment, the man was staring at him. But then, the man picked up an old book that seemed to be falling apart at the seams. He reminded him remarkably of Dumbledore and his stomach made a weird shift, as though trying to jump up into his chest. Too many bad memories came to him when he thought of Dumbledore. It was him who laid him in the hands of his aunt and uncle after all.

To keep his thoughts off such horrible matters he looked to the other men. Two of them seemed normal, though their clothes weren't what he was used to. But, the third left him speechless. His long pale hair was tucked behind pointy ears, like his own. Yet, the more Harry looked at the man. . . person. . . celestial being, the more Harry felt he knew him. However, he couldn't say where from. It was like meeting someone you hadn't seen since you were young and trying desperately to recall their name, so as to avoid embarrassment. He couldn't remember the man at all, but he was so familiar. Harry didn't know why.

The people didn't leave the room as fast as Harry had hoped for. Instead, the old man began reading from the book, the language he spoke was strange and harsh. Unable, to understand him Harry looked to the others and watched their expressions. The expressions on the pretty man's face were easy to read. Fear, worry and excitement. It was enough to scare Harry. But, when nothing happen for a while, they all began to sit down and relax.

After a few hours of watching the quiet talking between the men and playful banter between the children, Harry's body began to ache from being curled up for so long. Slowly, he uncurled his body. Careful not to stretch out too far and show his feet. He noticed the old man glance in his direction, but, by the time he'd laid down with Hedwig on his stomach, he'd looked away. Suddenly, one of the small people sprang up as if he had seen something. He started to gaze around as to search for whatever he had seen. Then his gaze fell on him and they stared at each other for awhile.

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Frodo went to Gandalf to tell him what he had seen. First he had seen something moving that had reflective, big eyes, but it was hastily hidden in the darkness. He'd tried to find it, but found something else. Another figure was sitting in the shadows, watching them. Vaguely he could see a faint glow coming of him, but only his face. The rest seemed to be covered.

"There are things out there. I can feel them in the shadows" Frodo whispered to Gandalf.

"I know, The one that's tailing us is Gollum. He has been following us ever since we entered Moria. The other one was already here in this room when we entered it. It has been watching us ever since. But, I don't think it means us any harm. More like a frightened animal watching us in case it needs to run." Gandalf said.

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Harry watched as the two people conversed quietly. Even so, their voices travelled over to him and once again the strange language flew through his ears, meaning nothing to him. They did not speak for long and soon they were getting the others up, especially the little ones, who had fallen asleep. They moved around packing up and getting ready to move on.

Suddenly a cling-clang sound was heard. It seemed like one of the short people had leaned on a skeleton that had been laying next to a well, which had been in the opposite corner to Harry and it had fallen in. The old man said something to the short one, in a harsh tone, that sounded remarkably like a telling off. Then drums could be heard coming from down the well, then silence followed.

Then the drums were heard again. Only this time it seemed closer. Something was coming closer.

The men in the room all began to prepare for a fight by drawing swords, notching arrows and closing the doors. Harry had heard one of them say something like 'yrchs' or 'oars' he couldn't be sure, maybe 'yorks'. Although, he didn't exactly know what yrchs . . . oars . . . yorks were, only that they were bad.

An arrow shot through a small gap in the door and Harry heard a scream that sounded like a wounded animal. He shivered of the sound of it. He was scared. If those beast came in he didn't stand a chance. The only thing he could do is stay close to those people, even if it meant revealing himself.

First, though, he decided it was best to hide. Looking frantically round the room he noticed a small staircase on the other side of the room. He made his way towards it when the door burst open, in a shower of giant wood splinters and the yorks came storming in.

The men started to fight them off with swords, bows and arrows, but Harry heard something big lumbering towards the main door. He froze in his tracks when the troll came in. The flashbacks began;

Hermione under the sink…

Ron yelling…

The club flying in the air…

A sharp pain in the arm brought him back to reality, one of the little ones, who was slightly fatter than the others had swung the frying pan he was using as a weapon a bit too enthusiastically and had caught him in the arm. Luckily he was too busy to notice what he'd just hit. Harry set off again, dodging and weaving in and out of the yorks and men. Finally, with many a close shave he made it to the top of the staircase.

Looking back at the troll Harry became really scared. The people had fend off the troll and one of the little people had been cornered and hit by the spear the troll was holding and they were now trying to get away from the yorks, all heading towards the stairs. In an overtaking panic Harry flattened himself against the wall and once they had past ran after them, clutching Hedwig against him.

It didn't look like the people had noticed him following, but suddenly he was lifted up in the air when it almost looked the enemy was gaining on him. He yelped startled, and began to struggle. Hands, hands, the hands were everywhere. Touching him, making him feel pain. His breathing began to get erratic. He was hyperventilating.

A strange scent filled his lungs, something so familiar, so …soothing. Against his will he began to relax, putting his head on the shoulder in front of him. He was still breathing hard, but he wasn't panicking anymore. He opened his eyes and turned his head to the man. He noticed the pointy ears, the man had, that had picked him up and it gave Harry a safe feeling.

They ran and ran until fire separated them from the enemy, but still they could fight when an arrow swished by. They ran further, until they reached a bridge. On one point there was a piece missing and they had to jump. Harry became aware of something evil following them. It was covered in fire and Harry could feel the darkness emanating from it.

Harry buried his face in the man's shoulder again, afraid of what was following them. The man seemed to notice, because he looked back and shouted something to the others in a panicked voice.

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As they ran away from the tomb Legolas was the last to exit, taking up guarding the rear. Just before he got on the stairs, something darted down the stairs before him. He notched another arrow, ready to kill the little Orc, but something wasn't right. It didn't run like an Orc, it wasn't crouching low ready to attack. It was limping slightly, as though injured.

He couldn't see much of the child's features, because it was clad in a dark cloak. He did notice the child was holding something. When it seemed like the enemy was gaining on them, Legolas ran forward and picked him up, the child had yelped of surprise. Followed by a lot of struggling. Legolas found it hard to hold onto the youngster at first, but then the child stilled. He was breathing heavily. Each harsh breath making the petite form shudder. He thought about putting the child back down, when he or she put their head on his shoulder.

Legolas carried on running, the child relaxed in his arms. The others had looked back at him in surprise and furrowed their brows when they saw the child, but didn't say anything in their haste to get away.

They had reached Khazad-dûm and jumped over a gap in the bridge when the child in his arms turned to completely bury his face in his shoulder. He looked back to see what had frightened the child and to his horror he saw a Balrog.

"Ai." He yelped stopping in his tracks. "A Balrog is coming." He shouted.

The others stopped to stare behind him.

"Fly." Gandalf shouted, breaking them all from the daze. Once they had reached the other side, they turned and saw Gandalf standing between them and the Balrog.

Gandalf shouted at them again to run. He turned back to the Balrog and began chanted spells and shouting a lot. It seemed to work though since the bridge broke underneath the Balrog and it fell down. Gandalf was about to turn around when a whip wrapped around his ankle and pulled him down.

The last thing he shouted was "fly you fools". Then he too fell into the darkness.

They didn't move immediately, but feeling the child whimper Legolas began running away. Boromir and Aragorn however stood there with their swords drawn. The hobbits didn't move either and Gimli hesitated looking from the bridge to the exit and back. They finally moved when the Orcs started to shoot arrows again.

Exhausted and overcome by grief, they stumbled outside the cave onto a sunny area, out of reach of any Orc arrows. They mourned in silence.

Legolas hadn't known Gandalf personally for very long, but the weeks he had known him, he had begun to see him as a true friend. The hobbits were in tears. Crying their hearts out for the wizard and the others weren't doing much better.

Finally, after some moments of stillness, the question that was finally raised: Who was the child in Legolas arms? In the end Gimli asked him, staring at the lump of quivering cloth that he was clutching to him.

"I don't know. He ran after us when we left the tomb room." Legolas answered simply.

"Gandalf told me that he had been in that room ever since we entered it. That they had been watching us. He said they seems to be more scared than to intend to harm us." Frodo said.

Slowly Legolas put the child down. His eyes were screwed up tightly and his breathing was quick and unsteady. The face shape of the child and the short clumps of blond hair, the same colour as his own, made Legolas assume he was a male. A boy. He was wearing a long robe, that blended perfectly with the rocks, no wonder they hadn't noticed him. Now that he thought about it there had been a oddly shaped rock in the corner of the room, but he hadn't thought much on it, too busy worrying over Frodo.

"Scared he is indeed. ." Legolas finally answered. "He's shaking all over and his little friend in his arms seems to be harmed."

Looking at the bundle in the boys arms, they could see a blue coloured blanket that covered a bird of some kind. The once pure white feathers partly covered in red blood.

"What is it?" Asked Pippin.

"An owl." Aragorn answered.

"Why was that child in there anyway? And what happened to him?" Frodo asked.

"Good questions. Where are his parents, surely no adult would let a child wonder alone in these parts?" Boromir asked.

Legolas quietly approach the child and asked him, but he either was to afraid or didn't understand a word what they were saying. He only seemed to be relaxed in Legolas' arms. If anybody else came near him he shied away. The child shrieked when Sam tried to pull the hood of his cloak down. He seemed to be hiding something.

They didn't questioned him any further, though, as they had to move on, go to Lothlorien.

An: Chapter two of Elflings of hope finished. I hope it's a lot clearer then the prologue. Tell me if something isn't right about it so I can correct it.

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