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Chapter 2
As Harry wakes up, he first notices that he is not in the cupboard under the stairs but some type of forest and that he can see clearly even though he doesn't have his glasses on. The second thing he notices that he is significantly smaller than when he went to sleep. As he gets around to standing up, he takes a look around and notices that there are dead bodies around him, both what looks to be two elves and some big ugly things. He toddles over the elves first to get a closer look at them as he does, he notices that the woman has deep ruby red hair that falls down to her waist, what would have been porcelain white skin if it hadn't gone ashen with death, all in all she looked like she would of carried an air of fragility and has an arrow sticking out of her chest near the heart. After he was done inspecting the woman he toddled over to the male and took in his features of waist length jet black hair, he looked like he had a minor tan that had faded into the ashen color of death, he was muscular but even that wouldn't of stopped his death which was a beheading with his head being a few feet from his body. He then looked at his own body and realized he had the skin tone of the woman but the hair color of the man and came to the sad conclusion that these two elves were his parents and he never got to grow up with them. "Why can't fate let me have parents that would love me?" Harry asked himself as he started to walk away from the scene of death.
As he was walking, he took notice of a stream and decided to stop and rest since he was getting tired and thirsty, and unnoticed to him someone was up in the trees taking in the scene with an astonished look upon his face. Legolas could not believe what he was seeing, "No way am I seeing an elfling all on his own. Where are the little one parents?" he questioned as he kept watching the tiny elfling sit down next to the stream that cut through the forest.
After about ten to fifteen minutes Legolas decided he needed to take this little one to Rivendell to see if anyone had heard of his birth and to hopefully find his parents. As he jumped down Harry startled after hearing a twig snap behind him, "Whose there?" he hollered as he looked around. "I'm not here to hurt you little one, I just want to help." Legolas answered without giving his name. "I'm not little! And you didn't answer my question." Yelled Harry not realizing that it came out broken and in a language that he didn't know. "My name is Legolas. Also, sorry to tell you little one but you are kind of are small, you couldn't be more that five years old." Replied to Harry. "Fine, you said you are here to help, how?" "Well I can get you to a safe place and some warmer clothes than what you have on now." Legolas told Harry even as he was thinking about how cute this tiny elfling was.
