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I do not own Harry Potter or Lord of The Rings.

Summary:

After the death of his loved ones, Harry searched for a spell that would bring him peace, but the spell he found only brought the opposite. Sending him to a different world where there was another war which he never wanted to be part of.

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Chap.02

Four little figures were running through the mist filled forest; each of their russet robes fluttering in time with their hairy and bare footed steps.

"Hurry! This way!" The one in the lead with light brown hair shouted. Followed by a shorter one with darker wavy hair.

"He's gaining on us!" he cried as he looked back where a creepy dark cloaked man and a black horse, equally dark, were in hot pursuit of them. Running a short distance behind the two, one with the brown hair that was so dark it seemed black tripped over a rock and fell over, stopping the one who was running beside him.

"On your feet!" he told his friend while grabbing his arm, to pull him to his feet. As his dirty blonde haired friend helped Frodo up, he heard one of his cousins yell in horror.

"Frodo! Behind you!"

Frodo turned his head to where the dark rider was previously chasing them only to discover his view of the horse was so close, the hobbit was forced to look up to see the sinister presence of the rider. As its evil sword rushed at him, Frodo shut his eyes, thinking he was done for. The sword's deathly progress was thwarted by the shout of a child.

"Expelliarmus!"

He opened his eyes in time to see the black rider blasted off of his horse, to land far away from him. He blinked and stared at the unmoving rider on the cold ground.

"What on middle earth?!"

"Sam! Are you alright?" Frodo asked his gardener, Sam, who pulled him away from the blood eyed horse, which was glaring at them as they retreated. As they fell back they jumped in surprise when a child's voice spoke behind them.

"Are you two alright?" Frodo and Sam looked back and saw a dark cloaked child. The cloak was similar to the dark rider's only, the child's robe had small silver rims on the front of a silkier material and it flowed around him giving the child an extraordinary appearance.

"Who… who are you?" Sam asked anxiously. His anxiety was well founded because the hobbits had very good ears, but neither he nor Frodo heard the child come up behind them. No normal human child or even a man could avoid stepping on a single leaf or branch, especially in a fog like this.

"There is no time to talk; there are more of those… creatures near." The child said evenly, but with dislike coloring his last words. Though the hood shielded the child's face from their eyes, they could see his bright emerald orbs narrowing from beneath the shadow of the hood. Sam and Frodo looked at each other. Their expressions showed not only the worry of knowing there are more black riders, but also at the child's calmness to their situation.

"Frodo! Sam! Hurry! He's getting up again!"

They looked to where the black rider fell and saw it was grabbing its sword. Frodo, thinking escape was more important then discussions of identity looked at the mysterious child and spoke.

"There is a raft just down this hill. Come with us stranger."

"Lead the way." The child nodded. The three ran towards where the other two hobbits were waiting for them, and soon all of them were running.

"Hurry Pippin!" The older cousin shouted as he saw the lake and the raft on the shore.

"I'm hurrying Merry!" Pippin cried panting.

Merry reached the raft and started to push it into the freezing water.

"What are you doing? We can't leave yet! We need to wait for them!" Pippin cried.

"Just help me! I know what I'm doing!"

Though Pippin didn't like the idea of it, he trusted his cousin and friend and helped push the raft off the shore. When the raft was in the water, they hopped onto the raft. Pippin looked up the hill in fear at the black rider gaining on his friends. Merry on the other hand looked around the raft. He couldn't wait for Frodo and Sam to reach the raft. He knew if they did, they wouldn't have time to push off and get away before the rider reached them too, and the rider would kill them all. Spotting an oar, Merry picked it up and dipped it in to the water." I can keep the raft from drifting away from the shore too quickly for them to reach in time." Said Merry inwardly. The three ran towards the raft that was drifting away from the shore slowly. Frodo didn't look behind him to see where the black rider was, it would only slow him down, and some how he knew the rider was right behind them and getting closer.

"Hurry! He's gaining!" Frodo cried

"We got to jump for it!" said Sam. As the three ran down the hill in parallel, careful not to trip, they readied themselves to jump. The raft was already some distance from the shore and they had to jump far if they wanted to land on it. Just before taking the last step on land before the water, the cloaked child shouted.

"Now!"

Fallowing the command, the hobbits jumped with the child. On the raft Pippin and Merry braced themselves to catch their fall. Frodo and Sam landed heavily, knocking down the other two, while the child landed gracefully beside them. Right after the three landed on the raft, the black rider and the horse reared back to prevent them from tumbling into the water. The Black rider hissed and turned back up the hill. After seeing the black rider disappear from his sight, the child looked down at the pile of hobbits, giving a hand to Frodo.

"Are you all alright?" the child asked concerned.

"Yes. And you stranger?" Frodo grunted, taking the offered hand and getting up from his friends, who'd softened their fall.

"I'm fine thank you." He said offering his hand to Merry next, who took it with thanks.

"That was close." Pippin said with relief. The hobbits agreed with nods except Sam who looked at the child warily.

"So, who are you?"

All the hobbits eyes were on him waiting for him to answer. The child seemed to hesitate before he responded.

"I'm… just a traveler."

The hobbits gave a look and at each other, not believing. For clearly this child couldn't be a traveler. He did not carry any bags to help him on the road and he looked not even twelve. Perhaps he was running away from his home after fighting with his parents.

"You don't look like one though." Frodo answered.

"Yes, well I get that a lot and aren't you guys too young to be traveling?" the child said calmly, though with frustration in his voice.

"Young? We're like practically adults!" Pippin chirped. The other three hobbits rolled their eyes. Pippin wasn't really an adult yet. He was the youngest of them by quite a few years.

"Don't look like one to me." The child said with doubt.

"And you yourself… traveler." Merry said copying the child's tone. The child glared.

"Don't judge a book by its cover." And he turned his head to Sam. "Mind telling me where we are heading?"

"We're just out of the Shire, and where we're heading is none of your business." Sam said strongly, but not rudely. The child looked around them as if looking for something, then he suddenly turned his head sharply to his right. The hobbits looked where the child was staring, but couldn't see due to the dense fog. However, Frodo understood what the child was looking at. He also couldn't see, but he could feel them, they were near. It was the black riders. Frodo touched his golden ring on his neck and looked at the child's back. "How did he know?"

"Alright, perhaps you can tell me where the nearest town I can go to is?" the child said looking back at them.

"That would be the village of Bree. Just down this river." Pippin answered with excitement. He had never been to another village other than in the Shire and there weren't that many.

"And you guys are going there I presume."

"Why do you think so?" Sam asked getting more suspicious. For a child, he was very mature unlike any child he'd ever met, and he was acting like things like this were common place. He couldn't tell if the child was here for the ring or just a child acting strong so to not appear weak and afraid. The child looked at him like he had two heads and spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Since it's the nearest town, unless you're lying, the sun is almost gone, and it's going to rain judging at the clouds."

Sam blinked looked up at the gray clouds and a drop of water landed on his forehead. He touched the droplet and flushed.

Harry didn't panic. No, panic only brought chaos and he knew it too well. Instead he absorbed his surroundings and thought.

"I don't recognize this place or any of the vegetation. Where am I?"

After decades of searching, studying, and exploring the entire world, Harry pretty much knew every plant and where they were indigenous, especially in uninhabited places such as this, and he couldn't identify anything as he passed along the river. He found Fawkes and Nora flying near by in the forest and also detected the dementor like creatures that were going in the same direction as the raft. At the thought of them, he grimaced in distaste. He hated dementors ever since learning about them back in Hogwarts. Though deep in his thoughts, he didn't miss the child like person approach him.

"So… how did you do that… that thing? With the light and all?" asked the excitable one. Harry carefully studied him. All of them. They were all small like a child at first glance, but they didn't have the features of a child; their features had a sharpness and maturity that signified adult hood and their feet identified them as nonhuman, but Harry didn't mind nor did that disturb him. He was used to seeing nonhuman beings like them. He had seen werewolves, griffins, a basilisk and others ever since he joined the wizarding world. and those as peaceful as these, were not cause for alarm when compared to some other danger's he'd faced. Heck he had a dragon and a phoenix as friends and companions.

"You must have miss-seen something. All I did was throw a rock. And I am still very curious as to as why that creature was chasing after the four of you. Not to mention what those things were." He said locking his eyes with the shortest male.

"Ah, well… umm… you see…" The shortest, excitable one stammered unable to think what to say.

"They are called the black riders and please forgive Pippin for his rudeness. He is a very curious hobbit" the blue eyed male apologized giving him a small smile.

"Don't forget curiosity killed the… hobbit?" Harry froze. "Hobbits? What on Merlin is that?" He thought.

"What?! It kills hobbits?!" the hobbit named Pippin yelped, looking at him with alarm.

"What? Oh, no. Curiosity killed the cat. You guys are hobbits?" Harry asked going through his brain for information about hobbits; he found none.

The other two hobbits were quietly listening to the talk, and eyed each other at his question, which Harry witnessed from the corner of his eyes.

"Why yes, yes we are. Is there a problem?" the brusque one said, frowning.

"No." Harry said quickly. "There is no problem. Its just that I never… seen or heard of them before…" he said uncertainly and halted realizing his mistake. His four companies were all looking at him like he was an alien. "Perhaps I shouldn't have said that…" he chided himself for blurting out his ignorance. He'd meant to pretend to know and then gather the information at a later date. It was too late now though.

"You never heard about us?" the other hobbit asked.

"Well, I guess its possible he hasn't, our kind haven't been interacting with humans very much out side of the Shire, for a while now." the blue eyed hobbit scratched his cheek and sat back down.

"But, not even in bed time stories?" whined Pippin, sitting down as well. Harry gave a fierce look at Pippin, who avoided his eyes.

"I'm not a child."

"Well, you're clearly not a hobbit like us." The one with the oar joked, wiggling his ears. Making the one beside him smile and roll his eyes.

"Or have feet like ours!" Laughed Pippin, raising his hairy feet in to the air. Causing him to lose balance, and he almost fell over into the cold river but for Sam, who grabbed him in time to save him. They all laughed cheerfully except Harry who currently was still thinking about what had happened to him. The blue-eyed hobbit stopped his soft giggling and looked at him gently.

"You know, your parents will be really worried about you. You should go back home to them. It's dangerous out here."

At the words Harry unconsciously slumped and looked down at his black shoes.

"…I wish I could…" he whispered, his voice saturated with pain and hurt. All the hobbits around him immediately stopped smiling and looked at him with concern. The one with the oar put it down and stood up, clapping his hands together.

"Why! We don't even know each other's names! I'm Meriadoc Brandybuck, but call me Merry; this is Samwise Gamgee, Sam; that is Peregrin Took aka Pippin, and Frodo Baggins! Nice to meet you er…" Merry said smiling as he pointed at each of the hobbits he named.

"… Harry…" he said feeling still emotional. "What's wrong with me? Why can't I control my emotions?" he thought, as he tried to keep his emotions under control. It has been years since he felt his emotions like this. Over the years after the war, he forced his emotions and memories down and locked them away, but now…

"Nice to meet you Harry! So, you don't know about hobbits huh? Well, you're in luck! We'll tell you all about hobbits! Won't we guys?!" Merry cheerfully said putting an arm around his shoulder.

A/N:Thank you always to my beta readers and my reviewers.