Title: To Accept Comfort
LotR crossover with HP
Disclaimer: Any characters, places, and events from JRR Tolkien or JK Rowling, belong to JRR Tolkien or JK Rowling. Any others, I get to claim.
I want to apologize for the late chapter. This past month has been completely hectic. Also the meeting of Harry and Theodrèd is going to be put off one more chapter sorry.
Chapter 2- Slobbery Greetings
Revised
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Brief calls of the nocturnal forest critters, sounded throughout the forest; which was lightened only by the partially shining moon. In a glade, not too far from the edge of the trees, lay a young man. Covered in weeping scars and coloring bruises; he remained motionless.
A curious animal sniffed its way toward the blood covered man. As the animal moved further from the shadows of the trees and into the faint glow of the moon, it revealed the monstrosity of its size. But contrary to the nature of its kind, it let out a whine; as if to ask, if the man would awaken.
The wolf, as it now was revealed, limped to the man, when no reply or movement was made. It stopped, practically standing over the man. Then after studying the face, quickly reached down with its head and nosed a cheek.
The wolf leaped back, as fast as it could; startled at the low moan that responded at the nudging. It crouched low as eyes fluttered.
The man stared at the night sky, a pained confused expression finding its way on his face, as he tried to understand where, why, and how he got to the place and state he was in.
As he pushed himself up, a cry forced its way past his lips. He curled into himself whimpering as he tried to reign in the pain. As the pain died down and the memories remained elusive, he called up his healer skills, which he had developed as an apprentice to a healer at St. Mungos for the past three years.
As he started diagnosing his wounds he reached for his wand, he couldn't find it in his pockets, desperately he patted the ground around him. After a few minutes of searching, he gave up and again took a couple more minutes; trying not to get overwhelmed by the mixture of fear and helplessness.
A low growl, startled him. Whipping his head around to face where it came from, he saw the wolf. With a brief widening of eyes, he flipped over onto his stomach and attempted to crawl away; his wounds restricting him from getting up or moving faster.
He didn't get further than a meter away when there was a sudden weight on his back. The man froze when another growl sounded, warning him against making any movement.
The wolf, with one paw resting on the man's back, bowed his head toward the man's neck and sniffed. The man remained motionless, barely daring to breathe; as his mind raced for options. The wolf continued smelling the man's head and neck, puffs of air shifted the man's hair, tickling him. Unable to resist, he squirmed.
The wolf let out a whine, the man closed his eyes waiting for the pain that would signal his end and was completely started when the wolf licked a stripe up his neck into his hair and sat back releasing its captive. Then apparently realizing what just happened, the man shuddered with disgust and sat up and away from the now non-threat.
The man studied his companion in confusion. He noticed an amount of intelligence glimmering in the eyes of the creature. He attempted to talk, to ask the wolf where they were, not knowing if the abnormally large wolf was evolved enough to understand or if it was an animagus.
No sound came forth, not even a whisper. Alarmed the man cleared his throat, and tried again with the same results. With tears forming he laid down in a fetal position, the best he could with broken ribs, and bowed his head overcome with not knowing how he came to this place, the pains of his injuries, and the final straw, the seemingly loss of his voice.
As sobs rocked his body, the wolf crouched down on its forelegs whined and put its tail between its legs. Not sure what to do it crept up to the man and nudged his back. When the sobs only increased it whined again and curled up to his back, with a couple more licks to the back of the man's neck.
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A couple years later…..
Two figures, one man riding a large wolf (warg), rode through the forest chasing the sounds of battle that had disrupted the night.
They had come a long way, since that first night they had met. The man had regained some of his voice and now could talk at with a quiet whisper. He with the help of his new found friend, who seemed to sense his animagus form as a pack member to protect, had explored the strange land. It had seemed like he traveled back to the B.C. age; but he had found new creatures and couldn't find others, native to his land.
They had been tracking a large company of creatures; orcs he had heard them called, from the passing travelers. The few he had communicated with, had warned him of their ruthlessness and appetites. And when he came across this particular party, he followed, knowing he and his companion were no match for such a large number; but unwilling to just let them go; to act as if it wasn't his concern who they pillaged.
It had not even been a half an hour ago that they had heard the cries of war. The man, hoping to help whoever, if anyone, was left; convinced his reluctant companion to follow the noise.
As the battle grew closer, the man dismounted his warg and told it to stay put, as he crept to a thicket at the edge of the battle. The man crouched behind the bushes and watched as men and horses were slaughtered mercilessly as the battle drew to a close. The orcs clearly had an upper hand with the strength of numbers. They feasted; the flesh and blood, of horses and men alike, passed through their lips and into their insatiable mouths.
The battle drew to an end. The orc leaders, white hand prints at their chests and helmets, bellowing at the others to move on; to leave the dead behind and kill the non-walking wounded. With cries of disappointment and displeasure, the last few orcs forming disappearing into the night, at a fast jog.
Waiting a few moments after the last of the orcs departed, the man studied the landscape looking for signs of survivors of either side. As he continued to see lack of movement, he cautiously moved from the cover of the clump of bushes.
He quietly crept among the dead, moving from body to body, looking for any sign of life. Not noticing the man at the far side of the battlefield close his eyes, expecting the next sight to be his fallen ancestors.
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End of chapter 3
So I know I said I would have the meeting between Harry and Theodrèd in this chapter. I'm sorry, but I changed my mind on how I wanted the story to flow. But be assured it is next chapter.
IMPORTANT!
I'm not sure what to name Harry's male warg. Please let me know on a review.
Also what do you think Harry's animagus should be (Wolf, cub, dog, puppy, other)? This will be on a poll on my profile.
Let me know what you think.
I will stop taking results on the 25th, let me know if there are any problems.
Thanks, and until next time.
