Title: From Far Away

Author: Jagged Scars

Pairing: Pending

Status: Work in Progress

Rating: M

Wanted: beta reader

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings

Author's note: Sorry for the delay, I was sick for most of last week and couldn't work.

Summery: Harry has lost his reasons to stay in his own world. His magic takes him to a world called Middle Earth. He finds himself in new life and perhaps even a new family. HP/LOTR crossover, will be slash.

Welcome to the second Installment of From Far Away: Rivendell

He was at the bottom of the ocean looking up beyond the surface, lethargically drifting through the murky water. Wisps of color swirled beyond the void, lazily curling like smoke while slowly building in mass and intensity. A low buzz began to rise in the silence like an undercurrent to an on coming storm as the colors weaved themselves into intricate patterns creating ghostly specters. Slowly, an image began to form gaining a vague sort of clarity before pausing in it's incompletion- a deathly stillness to the chaos as the world around his came into focus.

Death.

There was no way he could get use to it. The dominate smell of copper and rot or the blood covered ground. The dull glazed over eyes or the mourning souls that always accompanied the sight, wailing into the night as they begged for another shot at living. Dull green eyes took in the scene, ignoring the way the winds seemed to whispered words of carnage and end into his ears as he swept over the battle ravaged town with a wicked sword clutched tightly in his hand.

Bodies littered the streets, limbs were scattered everywhere, and the winds carried the disgusting scent of burnt flesh. Spells were flung through the air almost carelessly as he felt himself bobbed and weaved through the chaos, firing curses of his own. Wizards and witches fell, no one pausing in their stride as their target was meet or lost in the fight, leaving a stream less chain of magic to light the night.

Faces merged and sounds meshed becoming a indistinctive haze to his mind as he searched for only one person on the field. A flash of blond. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, blood pounded in his ears as muscle slid over muscle in a graceful dance of blades and magic as he fought his way to his comrade's side. A vague feeling of desperation set in the pit of his stomach as he strove forward.

Slowly, he gained ground towards the other fighter, steadily driving the opposing forces back as he moved alone with the Light. Deftly, Harry flickered his sword catching his enemy at the shoulder before cleanly lobbing the head off without much thought.

War was dirty. War was Death. War was End. War was beginning. But most of all war was without mercy or honor. In the battle field it was kill or be killed and those who were honorable died before they even stood a chance to defend themselves. The emerald eyed teen sent a curse off to incapacitate another enemy, rolling out of the way of a spell flying his way while moving to down another opponent.

Finally an order to retreat was given to the other side. A feeling of dread crept through him even as he watch the battlefield clear. His eyes sought out the blond once more. Desperation raced through him, though he could not make his body move the way he wished. He did not want to find the blond, still his eyes searched. He did not want to see what was going to happen.

Another sweep of the ground located his companion at the edge of the Forest. Harry's eyes darted searchingly over the counterpart, he seemed to be unhurt. The green eyed teen raised his hand to caress his cheek, he had to tilt his head in order to look into blonde's eyes.

"I'm fine Harry, don't worry," the taller male answered as he ran his hand in Harry's soft bird's nest. Harry smiled and leaned on his tiptoes and the taller man leaned down to meet him halfway.

Neither of them noticed that there was still one opponent that had not retreated. With a flash of green light the blonde slumped into his green eyed lover. A look of surprise was present in the blonde's eyes but he struggled to say before all light fled from his eyes, "I love you…"

A cruel laughter was followed with this and Harry raised his head just in time to witness the man apparate away. Harry collapsed to the ground with his beloved's face cradled in his arms. Fat tears were falling from Harry's eyes as he gazed his lover's vacant eyes. Eyes that normally reminded him of clear ice were now glazed over with a thin white sheet of snow. Harry sobbed before releasing a heart wrenching wail.

Harry awoke with a start. His heart beating almost painfully in his chest and his pulse racing though his veins, pounding loudly in his ears drowning out nearly all the sounds in the room while a stream of clear pearl like tears trailed down his cheeks. A thin sheen of sweat covered his body, cooling his skin and sending goose bumps up his arm as he fought to take in air for his burning lungs. Remnants of dreamed flashed behind his eyelid, emotions swirled in his chest and breathing was all the raven haired child could do to calm himself as he curled into a tight ball unconsciously grabbing the pendent still hanging on his neck. Why did it hurt so much to see the blond die? Why was he crying? Why did it feel like he should have known the blond's name?

A cool breeze filtered through the room, playing across his already chilled skin. Harry shivered curling more thoroughly into the blankets before freezing.

He didn't remember falling asleep on a bed.

Immediately emerald eyes snapped open falling onto a blond who nearly flinched under his scrutiny before sitting up. Mortified Harry jolted into a sitting position, warily eyeing the newcomer. Who was this?

Glorfindel had been in a light trance when he heard gasping from the elfling. He watched the little one, not interfering just in case it would alarm him. He watched the child curl into himself as if to protect himself from the world. Then watched as the boy calmed himself with the help of the pendent before freezing up. Glorfindel was just about to open his mouth when the little one turned his head. Glorfindel found himself being inspected with emerald eyes so intense, he felt very naked in front of them.

As if the eyes tore any defenses, any coverings you might have had and your bare soul was laid out with all secrets, ugly or not included. If Glorfindel hadn't lived for so long, he would have shuddered, whether it was in fear or some other emotion he did not know. The little one's eyes held no warmth only cold calculation. Glorfindel had never witnessed such eyes on an elfling. Only warriors, experienced at that, held those kinds of eyes. No elflings should have those.

"Good morning, little one. Do not fear, Elladan and Elrohir brought you to Rivendell. You are safe now," Glorfindel told the emerald eyed child.

Harry inspected Glorfindel with cautiousness. He would have loved to read the elf's mind, but he didn't know how they would react to it so he decided against it. Who knew if they had natural barriers or not. Right now Harry did not want to make himself stand out more than he already did. He sat up gingerly. He didn't hurt anymore! With quick scan Harry noticed that he was completely healed. He suspected that healers in Rivendell had done it, for what reasons he did not know.

He raised his eyes to look at the blonde elf. There was a momentary pause of silence. The blonde fidgeted ever so slightly Harry almost missed it. "I am called Glorfindel, little one. What is your name?" Harry thought for it a while. There really was not anything harmful in telling his name, but Harry thought that his human name no longer sufficed. He was after all in a totally new world and a different creature, although he still sensed that he could do magic. Harry thought to the moments when he had transported here. He had a very vague image of space and stars before he was rendered unconscious.

Glorfindel sat patiently as he looked at the small elfling. He really was very small for an elf. Glorfindel could even now tell that the little one would not grow to be a tall elf. Although that would be quite advantageous to other male elves that would chase after him, when he grew up. Glorfindel almost chuckled. Everyone could see that this small elfling would grow to be beautiful, he was already that now. The elfling possessed beauty that even the royal elves could not compare with it. No elf did in fact.

Glorfindel inspected the little one more closely; the elfling perhaps was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Which was saying much since Glorfindel had lived quite a long life. He had never witness this type of beauty; it was dangerous sort. He couldn't understand why, but that was the only way to describe it. Perhaps it had something to do with the elfling's mature nature. Glorfindel fixated on the elfling hair, it was down to his back, almost to his waist. He so longed to reach out and run his hand in it to confirm did it really feel like flowing water like it looked.

"Elenion."

Glorfindel was aroused from his thoughts suddenly by a soft, melodic and barely audible voice. His eyes grew wide as he looked at the elfling. Elenion? A star? Glorfindel pondered. It was a beautiful name, at least he thought it was the elfling's name…

Glorfindel smiled a brilliant smile, "Elenion then, you must be hungry little one. Come and let us get you fed." He stood up from his long spent chair.

Elenion gazed at Glorfindel and then to his state of clothes. He wore nothing but pants. Glorfindel almost blushed when he noticed how absentminded he had been. But then again sitting three days straight did not exactly help to clear his mind. He quickly rummaged the closet in the room and found suitable clothes for the little elfling. He waited outside the room so Elenion would have some privacy. Even though he was still a child, Glorfindel suspected that Elenion would have minded his presence.

Elenion looked at the door for awhile before he shifted his eyes to the clothes that had been handed to him. He rubbed his fingers in the material. It almost felt like his Invisibility Cloak, only rougher. He put them on quickly and opened the door. Elenion found Glorfindel leaning to the wall right next to the door. The blonde's blue gray eyes shifted down to look at him.

"Come along then, little one", Glorfindel said as he held out one of his hands. Elenion gazed at the hand speculatively. Glorfindel saw the look, he was saddened that an elfling didn't trust him. All elflings before had loved him. He bended his fingers instead, as a sign to follow him. Glorfindel watched from the corner of his eyes, making sure that the elfling was following him. Glorfindel led the young one to lord Elrond and his sons. It was fortunate that the elfling woke up when they decided to eat. It wouldn't be so awkward when they would coax the elfling to speak.

Elladan and Elrohir rose up to their feet when they noticed with who Glorfindel had come with. Aragorn looked curiously at the small elf. The elfling was so small! Even his height topped the elfling's. And he was a human after all. Elves were known for their envied height. Lord Elrond threw his twin sons a commanding look, one that indicated for them to sit down. Elrond rose to his feet when the pair approached. He gazed down at the elfling and was relieved to see that he no longer bore any physical injuries. Mental ones on the other hand, Elrond had no idea.

"Hello little one," Elrond said softly as not to agitate the young elfling.

Elenion gazed at the tall dark elf. He seemed to hold the authority here. He could not detect any maliciousness or any intent to do harm to him. Elenion gave a small tentative nod, other than that he did nothing. Glorfindel gave a small push to his back as to indicate for him to sit down to the table.

"What is your name, little one?" Elrond asked as Elenion was seated next to Aragorn with space between them by at least a foot or half.

The young elfling looked Elrond in the eye with calculation before he answered, "Elenion." he spoke with a soft voice. Aragorn had difficulties in hearing it since he did not posses the sensitive hearing of the elves. Elladan's and Elrohir's eyes lit up as they finally learned the little one's name and Glorfindel smiled now that he knew he had been correct in his assumptions while he stacked Elenion's plate up with all kinds of fruits that had been laid down on the table.

"Elenion, allow me to introduce you to my sons. Right next to you is my adopted son Estel or Aragorn if you wish to call him. He is not an elf, but he has been gifted with long life thanks to his bloodline. Across from you I believe you already know them by name," Elrond said conversationally, he tried to make the elfling interact with them.

Elenion turned his head to look at the other child in the room. He had dark brown hair like his adopted family had. He was taller than Elenion. Which of course irritated Elenion slightly; no matter whatever he was, he was always so damn small. Aragorn smiled at the elfling, he seemed to be so shy and so adorable. He watched from the corner of his eyes as Elenion ate. He was so fascinating to look at; Aragorn had never witnessed so beautiful elf before. Not even lady Galadriel was so beautiful.

Although Elenion stayed quiet during the whole event, it did not discourage the twins or Aragorn to speak nonstop. The elfling merely listened with one ear and ate the fruits slowly as he intently watched the other occupants. After they had eaten Aragorn decided to drag Elenion outside, "Come! Dan and Ro have been teaching me how to use a sword, let me show you!"

Surprised that Aragorn was so forward with him, he did not resist or recoil when Aragorn took his hand. "Come on Dan, Ro! Come with us, so I can show Elenion," Aragorn shouted as he swiftly dragged the elfling through the doors.

Others looked on it in amusement. They followed in more patient paces. They were pleased that the elfling didn't seem to be offended or intimidated by Estel. Perhaps the elfling was alarmed with their height. They arrived to a open spaced area. There were no other elves there which was perfect because Elenion would probably be uncomfortable with it.

Aragorn made the little elfling sit on a bench-like stone as he skipped further away. It was Elrohir that stepped to Aragorn while the others walked to where the elfling was sitting. The elfling looked like a doll compared to other three elves that were standing near him. They all watched as Aragorn drew a sword to practice-fight with Elrohir.

Elenion watched it with calculating glance. Aragorn wasn't a bad swordsman, Elenion could see that one day he would be a master of sword. Elrohir clearly was one already. If Harry had his previous height he could have handled him easily, but with his current 3'6 he would probably have some difficulties. But without actually experimenting how he would fare with the elf, he would not be able to be sure.

The other three elves watched with pride as they saw how good their little Estel had become. They quickly glimpsed at the elfling's reaction; whether he was looking pain because there was a battle, serious or no, or whether he just followed how things were turning up. It startled them again to see the look that was becoming a very familiar one on the elfling's face; calculation. As if the child was measuring up an enemy; whether he should retreat or go forwards to defeat it. Lord Elrond shared a look with the other two.

They couldn't force the child to tell them whatever had happened to him, but they will be there if the child ever decided to tell them. With a war cry Aragorn tackled his elder brother. They both fell down with laughter.

"You little hooligan!" Elrohir cried as he tickled his little brother.

The older elves merely smiled an amused smile while the other twin laughed quietly. Elenion blinked. He hadn't exactly expected that kind of ending, it was amusing. He smiled. It was nice and it felt unusual to him to feel this way. When was the last time he had been amused?

Elrohir and Aragorn came to them but by then the smile was long gone, "Would you like to try, little one?" Elrohir asked the elfling.

Elenion blinked twice and before he could answer, Aragorn had opened his mouth and loudly said, "Ro! You can't let him handle a sword! He must be protected by all means!"

Aragorn had his hands on his hips with eyes narrowed to slits. No way was Elenion going to handle a sword! He was so small not to mention so delicate! Aragorn felt a protective urge rise in him as he looked at the small child as if he was his little brother.

Elenion had slightly wider eyes than normally he did. He definitely did not need a six-year-old kid to protect him. Although it warmed Elenion to know that the other child felt that way. The older males merely raised their eyebrows in amusement and there was a smile teasing their lips.

"Yes, yes dear Estel. But regardless of that, someday Elenion will have to learn how to use a sword or bow. It is better if one starts to learn at young age," Elladan said to his little brother with a teasing smile. Aragorn merely gave them a small pout in answer.

Elenion supposed he would eventually have to do it, but now was not the time. Even if he did feel indignant to the fact Aragorn thought he must be protected by all mean. He did not know these people. Did not know their intentions and therefore would not be giving anything away until both these things were ratified. Silently, Elenion watched the group argue over what if he was to fight or not, not voicing his decision even as he resolved not to spar should they force him. The group continued on for a few minutes before Aragorn won out after pointing out that Elenion had just recover from injury and should not strain himself.

It had been two weeks now and the elfling still hadn't spoken to them.

Lord Elrond sat in his rooms. He had contacted his mother-in-law, lady Galadriel. Even she had not known about the little elfling. With further investigations it was revealed to them that no one did. The elves in Rivendell had all come to love the little elfling, but no one knew of him before. There were no elves coming to claim him, which also meant that his parents were probably dead. It had been quite awhile and Elrond had decided what to do with the little precious one.

Lord Elrond found them shooting arrows. In two weeks, the little elf had learned to use the bow extremely well. He could probably even rival the best archers among the elves. It was a little bit strange how the elfling learned the new things like a dry sponge soaking up water. It was yet another mystery in the elfling. It distressed the other elves that the elfling was still so closed up to them. Although he no longer gave those calculating looks and his eyes were still wary of everything, and the elfling still did not speak to them. It frustrated the other elves greatly. The twins, Aragorn and Elenion stopped their activity as they saw Elrond approach.

"Hello Father", the other three chorused. Elenion gave him a deep nod or a small bow.

Elrond gazed at the small elfling before he bended downwards, his eyes on the same level with the elfling, "Elenion. Would you consent if I adopted you?" It certainly was blunt. But Elrond decided that being blunt with the little one was a best kind of approach.

Elenion stared, then blinked. And blinked again. Even his mouth opened slightly and closed again, he repeated the motion again in surprise. He looked deep into Elrond's eyes, holding his gaze.

Elrond met the elfling's gaze unwaveringly. He noticed it the second time he had met the elfling. The green pools truly were unmatched and too mature for someone as young as the elfling. Finally Elenion simply nodded his acceptance, after all he didn't know what would become of him should he refused and Elrond and the rest were people he somewhat knew.

Elrond's smile was absolutely blinding. He slowly stretched his arms out to enclose the small child. He did it slowly so that the elfling had plenty of time to withdraw if he felt so. Elrond was beyond happy, he nuzzled Elenion's head with his cheek and ran his hand through the silky hair, ignoring the way the child stiffened with the contact and resolving to fix the reaction in the near future.

Lady Galadriel was speaking softly with his husband Celeborn. They had a visit to do. A new grandson to meet. Even Arwen was packing, she couldn't wait to see her Father again. It had been so long. It still pained her that Celebrían, her mother, had decided to set sails to Valinor. But now Arwen felt well enough to at least visit Rivendell. Perhaps not to stay there, but she definitely longed to visit her Father, brothers and a new little brother. Arwen had yet to meet Estel, Isildur's heir, but perhaps now she will get a chance to meet him as well.

They left with a big parade. Everyone were excited to meet the elfling. It wouldn't be a surprise if they were not the only ones visiting Rivendell. A word had gotten out about the elfling that had come out of nowhere. He was currently adopted by lord Elrond of Rivendell. Yes, it wouldn't be a surprise if more elves were to come and visit Rivendell in few following days.

Lady Galadriel was especially curious. Since she could read the minds of other people, she longed to see the elfling and discover whatever had happened to the little one. If she figured out who were the attackers, all elves of different realms would surely set their warriors out and seek the culprits. Although it certainly was an invasion to other person's privacy, lady Galadriel did not think it such. She has been doing it for a long time after all. Usually without other person's consent too.

Elenion was sitting beside the window in his room. He was gazing outside with unseeing eyes. He pondered on what had happened to him. It was not really bad that he was now adopted by lord Elrond. Father. Although he had not exactly called him that yet. He needed more time, before he would be able to call someone with that title. He had never had anyone to really address that. It would probably take a lot of time before he'd utter that word.

The twins were delighted that he was now their little brother. Or little doll as they liked to call him that. It brought a small smile to Elenion's face when he thought of the twins. They resembled in many ways the other twins he had once known. It was actually very nice to have a family. And then there was Aragorn, he was cute. Since Elenion had previously been a mortal, his maturity came faster than it would come to an elf. Therefore he could not really view Aragorn as an older brother. Aragorn would mature and grow faster than he, even if he was gifted with long life. Perhaps somewhere in the future he would be able to view Aragorn as an older brother, but not now.

It was peaceful and happy here. But even so Elenion could not bring himself to enjoy fully of it. He never could nowadays, the feeling of loss seemed to cling to him though he could not understand why. Elenion closed his eyes. For awhile now the world had been so grey and washed out in his eyes, more so in the other world then here. Nothing held true joy. Here it had become slightly better, but it was far from perfect. He would never live fully again, not without… without, who he wondered in frustration. That was mostly the reason why he was so quiet, pondering on what he was missing. Yet knowing he would not like the answer.

Memories of his time before this world were blurry at best. He could remember the battles, the cause, the death and suffering. He could remember the desperation, the loss and betrayal. He could even remember the feelings of love and completion. But for all the world he could not remember the faces and names, could not recall the people in his dreams. What was his relationship to these people past comrades in arms? Who were they to him? And what was he to them?

Elenion gazed at the exit or entrance to Rivendell. Awhile ago Elladan and Aragorn had gone out. They were going for a small trip in human world. Aragorn needed to learn how things were with humans, so Elladan decided to take him to their town and cities. Aragorn had decided that when he grew up, he would be a ranger.

Suddenly there were lots of people in Elenion's sight. He recognized them to be elves. 'So many… I wonder what's going on', Elenion observed them high above from his room.

Suddenly he found himself being stared by blue eyes of a lady dressed in white. Her hair was a long flowing mass of blond tresses. He felt a presence in his mind. His eyes widened, he hadn't expected that someone knew Legilimency in this world. But he didn't panic; after all he had a fortress defending his mind. A fortress he had long completed and that white lady would not be the first person to breach his walls.

He saw that the lady's eyes grew wide with surprise, when she finally understood that she had no way in to Elenion's mind. It seemed like that had never been a problem to her. Elenion understood then that elves were more vulnerable than he had first though. 'Mind can be your greatest ally or your greatest foe if you do not protect it', he had learned that hard way. He shifted his eyes away from the parade.

There was a knock to his door. "Doll?" Elenion threw a scowl at the door, instantly knowing who it was, "there are some guests that Father wishes for you to meet."

Elenion went to the door and opened it to reveal his adopted older brother, Elrohir. The older elf grinned at him before he picked his little elf brother up from the waist and settled him around his hip causing the little elfling to glare darkly. Elrohir merely grinned in response. Elenion sighed in defeat and made himself more comfortable.

They arrived to a spacious room. There were only three people. One that Elenion recognized as Arwen from the descriptions that others had give him. She was standing next to Elrond. Even Glorfindel was present. There was also a very fair male elf right next to Arwen and next to him was a lady dressed in white. Not just any lady in fact. The lady who had tried to invade Elenion's mind. Elenion held his intense gaze to the fair lady. He was set down to his feet when they stopped right in front them.

It was there again; the feeling of being searched and another person's presence. Even the decrease of distance between them did not help the invading presence to breach his impenetrable walls around his mind. There was a puzzled look in the lady's eyes, but before she could try anything else Elenion spoke for the first time since arrive. His soft chilling tone easily carrying through the room freezing everyone in place.

"Get out of my mind."

A/N: My brain has turned to mush with this story (though I do love working on it) so if anyone notices errors please tell me so I can correct them. Thanks

J. Scars

8.14.2009