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

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 third Installment of From Far Away: History of the Ring

"Get out of my mind."

The temperature dropped and the room froze as all attention was turned to Elenion. The whispered words echoed through out the hall, soft and smooth yet edged with anger. Cold calculating emerald eyes glared harshly at Galadriel, who flinched back in face of the severity. Other occupants in the room threw a disapproving look at the lady of Light. Her husband, lord Celeborn, sighed unnoticeably. It wasn't unknown to others that Galadriel tended to disregard the privacy of other people. Most do not even notice it that their mind is being violated, but some had the rare ability to sense it or even shield the searching look of lady Galadriel. This seemed to hold true with little Elenion.

Elrohir couldn't help but flinch when he saw the little one's eyes. They were so cold. They had never witnessed such cold eyes on him before. There had been suspicion and calculation, but never had they seen such coldness. Even Elrond almost flinched alongside with his son when he took a notice with the little one's eyes.

Galadriel looked sorrowful. She had not meant to cause such a change in the elfling. She felt ashamed, it was true that she tended to bee too nosy and in return she violated the privacy of others. She stepped in front of Elenion and kneeled on the same eye level with him. She almost withdrew with fear as she saw his eyes. They were much scarier up close. She gathered herself. She was after all the lady Galadriel; she would not be a coward.

"Forgive me little one, I…" Galadriel paused a moment floundering for words, "I…" she tried again, "I sometimes get a bit nosy. I did not mean any harm." The Lady tried to explain.

Others were stunned. Never had they seen nor heard Galadriel anything but tranquil. Galadriel waited for the little one's answer, she would not move before she got it. They looked at Elenion with their breaths held up.

But Elenion never offered words, only a sharp nod was given. Lady Galadriel was a little disappointed, but she supposed that she earned the cold treatment from the elfling. Although she did not know it yet that others had been treated similar way when he first arrived to Rivendell. Elrohir, Elrond, and Glorfindel glared slightly at Galadriel watching as she took her place beside Celeborn, it had taken them months to stop Elenion from looking upon everything in suspicion if this brought their progress back…

Arwen stepped forward instead, she also bended down to same eye level with Elenion. Her eyes were soft with tender emotion. Elenion was adorable. She could not believe her luck. To be blessed with such a cute brother certainly was almost a crime. Although she supposed that to compensate it she had two brute brothers who were not so cute at all. She opened her arms slowly to embrace her new little brother. She had been advised earlier to do everything slowly with Elenion if she intended to touch him. She was rewarded with a light hug from Elenion.

It had been rather a stressing meeting and Elenion did not exactly wish another visit soon from his adopted grandmother. Quietly he watched the grown ups converse with each other hidden in the shadows of the balcony over looking the gardens. He did not want to interact with the visiting elves, instead he opted for hiding and watching, only interacting sparingly with Arwin before he disappearing from the assembly.

The people of Lothorien had gone back to their realm next morning. Since the Lord and Lady were visiting with them they could not be gone for a long period of time. Although Elenion had come to like his new sister, there was just too much touching and hugging. It tired Elenion since it had been awhile since he last time had socialized and it was downright exhausting.

In the end Arwen did not get to see her other adopted brother, but perhaps next time when she comes for a visit. It had been just five days since Elladan and Aragorn had left for the human realms. Although Elenion hated to admit it, he did miss a little bit both of his brothers. It had been rather quiet without the other duo of their brotherly group. He especially missed Aragorn.

Elenion was once again sitting beside his window and gazing down from his spot. It seemed like the window of Elenion's room was fast becoming his favorite spot to spend some quiet time. He looked at the entrance with a little bit of a sad look. His thought were straying to his youngest older brother

I wonder what he is doing right now, Elenion thought before he his trail of thoughts were cut with a terrible sight.

They had encountered some orcs on their trip. It had been unsuspected since they had chosen the safest road possible. There had been so many orcs and Estel had not been able to be a lot of help even though he had gotten a few orcs himself. Elladan had struggled and it had been rewarded with a victory. But it was with a price- Estel had gotten a fatal wound. Elladan had of course immediately tried to heal him, but the orc's sword had had something that was unfamiliar to Elladan. At best he could only keep, what Elladan assumed, the poison from spreading further in Estel.

The elf had ridden as fast as he could with Estel back to Rivendell. It had been tedious since Elladan had to make sure that the rocking motion from the horse did not help the poison to spread unexpectedly. They had arrived back to home on fifth day of their failed trip. Estel had not even gotten see any human towns nor cities.

Elladan dismounted his horse quickly with Estel in his arms. He rushed to find his Father. Somehow this situation seemed very familiar. He didn't have to search long, if at all, when he met his Father, brother and Glorfindel walking in the same corridor as him.

"Elladan! Whatever has happened to you?!" Elrond exclaimed in distress when he saw Estel's condition, although the poison did not necessarily spread further it didn't mean that the wound would not bleed. It was not much that Estel lost and it did not bleed all the time, but it could still be fatal in long period of time.

"Quickly, we must get him to his room," Elrond urged while he paced swiftly.

"What happened?" the question was repeated again.

As Elladan explained they practically flew to Estel's room, which was right down the corridor from Estel's room. No one noticed that the door was open and there were a pair of glowing green eyes looking them as they went inside Estel's room.

Elenion gazed quietly from his room when he had heard the adults come. The sight that met his eyes was even more terrible up so close. Elenion closed his eyes to calm himself. It hadn't really been a long time since he came here, but it still was a little bit of shock to see that sight. Since he came to Middle Earth, it had been so peaceful. It was a bucket of icy water thrown to Elenion's face when he remembered that there could probably be never peace, true peace. Although it was peaceful here, Elenion recognized it that it wasn't permanent. It was like there was a flowing undercurrent of violence beneath the calm and tranquil sea. Someday that undercurrent would rise and make the calm sea rage.

Elenion crept outside from his room and walked ever so softly to Aragorn's. He did not go inside, merely stayed outside and listened through the door what was happening at the other side.

"The wound is odd. I have never seen like this before… have the orc's come up with a new kind of poison?" Elrond's deep baritone carried to the other side faintly.

"I do not know, but I remember that their swords were blacker than before. But it looked more like it had been licked with wrong kind of fire while forging them. Perhaps they were merely hasty to complete them, not trying to come up with a new killing method," it was Elladan's voice that Harry recognized as the second voice that he heard.

"Perhaps, but in the end that knowledge is not so important if it does not tell us how to heal Estel," the lord's voice echoed out.

Elenion had a worried look in his face. Should he reveal to them, that he could heal Aragorn as easily as crying? With his phoenix form, he could summon the healing tears, but then it would be more questions, questions that Elenion didn't feel quite ready to answer. But would his discomfort of being questioned be worth Aragorn's possible death?

No, he would not sacrifice Aragorn for his own convenience. His conscience would not allow it and his heart would never forgive him. He would at least observe if Elrond could not heal Aragorn, then he would step up and do it himself. Elenion steeled himself and went inside his older brother's room. Technically Aragorn wasn't really his older brother, seeing that he had seen twenty summers and Aragorn merely eighteen or so. But since Elenion aged slower than Aragorn he was the youngest. He would have to see at least hundred summers before he would attain the status of an adult, whereas Aragorn probably didn't need more than fifty or so.

The bed was surrounded by four adult elves. They were all wearing a same worried look in their faces. They did not notice it when Elenion slipped inside the room, their thought were too preoccupied with Estel. He did not look any better even after the blood had been wiped away from the body. The wound on his chest was horrible enough even without the blood. The wound was blackened on its brims and the open wound displayed the raw flesh. It was sickening, but not so unfamiliar sight to the occupants of the room. Especially to the elves, the wound resembled very much like that of a wound made by Nazgul's sword.

"Will you be able to heal Aragorn?" Elenion asked in a small sad voice, startling the others in the room.

They all turned to look at the elfling, even Elrond although his hands never left Estel in surprise. The other three quickly blocked Elenion from the sight. It wasn't something that an elfling should see. Even if they suspected that it was nothing neither new nor shocking to the elfling.

Elenion threw them an annoyed look, but they did not budge. "I do not know little one, this wound is strange and very hard to heal even to my standard," Elrond's voice carried to Elenion.

The elfling looked forlorn, it almost made the adults step away to let him see Estel. But they didn't.

"Elenion, my son, why don't you go to rest. It is quite late, you cannot do anything here. Estel would be saddened if you were in anything but in a perfect state, once he wakes up."

If he wakes up, you mean, Elenion thought silently.

But he decided to obey Elrond. He was determined to heal Aragorn, once everyone had left his side. But he needed a plan. He was pacing in his room while he tried to think something up. He knew for the fact that Glorfindel had stayed with him all the time when he had bee in a process of healing. Except perhaps in times when he needed to relieve himself or go to bath occasionally. But during those times he had heard that at least one of the twins tended to be with him. Now the most important question was; how would he get Aragorn to be alone?

Nothing stopped the adults from acting the same way they had when concerning him. Even if Aragorn wasn't an elfling, he still was a family member and as such he was as precious as any other elfling to them. This forced Elenion to scheme with his cunning and sly side of his personality and brain. He could slip in while Glorfindel went away, but there surely would already be either Elladan or Elrohir replacing him in Aragorn's room. Not to mention if Elrond would not be satisfied with his healing, he too probably wouldn't part from Aragorn's side. This was tricky, but not impossible. Especially with a little bit of help with his magic and as much as Elenion hated to use it, his Legilimency would help him greatly. Elenion hated to use Legilimency without the recipient's consent, but he would have to do it for this time. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. But Elenion would at least wait till morning if Elrond would leave on his own.

In the end none of them did leave.

Elenion crept as silently as he could to Aragorn's door. Silently he cast an invisibility spell and several silencing spells before creeping through the hallway. First thing to do would have to be carefully done. If they noticed someone's presence, they would most likely alarm other elves occupying Rivendell. He opened carefully the door of Aragorn's room. He blew out a sigh of relief; the others were still intently looking at Aragorn to notice him. Not that they would have seen him… they would have witnessed a door opening itself if they had turned around. Elenion closed the door swiftly and quietly. The next thing that he did, was to walk to a spot where he could see all of their eyes. He wouldn't have to need the direct eye contact. All he needed was to see at least a little bit of their eyes. That would be sufficient enough.

He crept carefully, not even minding the sound since there were none to worry about thanks to his magic. How he thanked the gods above that his magic had not deserted him. It hadn't taken a lot of time to be in a perfect position. The adults were so crowded around the bed so it left a lot of space to move around, thankfully their eyes did not stray from Aragorn. Because it was just then when Elenion remember that when the twins had concentrated enough they could discern his cloak. But now it was time for Elenion to work. He let himself to intrude into their minds. That's when he noticed that Elrond had at least some kind of veil around his mind. It wasn't like a hard and impenetrable fortress like his, but a simple veil that Elenion could easily lift up, but he had do it carefully so not to alarm Elrond to his presence. When he had all the minds in his grasp, he slipped them a image. One that told them Aragorn was in a state of recovery. Elenion couldn't twist the truth too much; otherwise he would have a lot of cleaning up. He merely gave them a false image that Aragorn would be alright for a few minutes, that they did not need to watch him like hawks.

Go on. Go to refresh yourself. He will be alright. Once you've refreshed, you will be able to continue heal him and watch him over. It was like subtle Imperious curse. Not strong enough to arouse suspicion, but strong enough to make its victims obey without them realizing it.

Elenion relaxed when they left the room without any commotion. He quickly shed his cloak and crawled on the bed to get to Aragorn. He lifted the sheet that was covering his brother and saw that the wound had been bandaged. He would have to remove it in order for his tears to work. After the bandaged had been wrapped Elenion had tossed it to the ground, right next to the bed. The wound did not look any better, in fact it looked suspiciously even worse. But now was not the time for that.

The elfling kneeled before Aragorn. Elenion's legs were on both sides of him and his hands were gently gripping Aragorn's upper arms for balance. It was just before Elenion could start working he noted the shift in Aragorn's breathing. He had woken up.

"Elenion?" His voice was laced with pain. It tore Elenion's heart to hear that voice.

Elenion looked Aragorn in the eye, "I'm going to heal you." Aragorn gazed back for awhile before he nodded, but he still kept a keen look in his eyes as he watched Elenion to proceed.

Slowly there was a quiet hum that could be heard in the room. It was beautiful, but sad as well. And tears began to fall from the green pools, big liquid pearls. When they touch Aragorn's skin it began miraculously heal right before Elenion's and Aragorn's eyes. He had to shed many tears before the wound had completely healed. There wasn't even a scar remind anyone of the wound that had been on Aragorn's chest not so long ago. It was now unblemished, flawless. Carefully Elenion inspected the area before turing away satisfied with his work. Vertigo claimed his world for a moment then righted itself as the fatigue he had pushed away made itself known.

Slowly, the emerald eyed elfling faced his brother, "Please don't tell anyone I healed you." The child whispered, gaze unreadable as he stared into Aragorn's eyes.

The other boy must have seen something in his expression because the next thing he said was, "I promise."

Elenion gave a small smile of relief before he felt a great surge of tiredness. He had not slept at all last night. He had been too worried and too caught up with his planning to rest and now it was catching up to him. Lathargiclly he got off the bed and trotted quietly to his own room.

"This is unbelievable; my healing would have left a mark on Aragorn now there's nothing to see! As if there was no wound to begin with!" Elrond's face was a picture of complete confusion as he gazed down at his one of his younger sons.

"Who do you think did it?" Glorfindel asked as he too like the rest of them stared down at Aragorn.

They looked at Estel, waiting for him to explain. Seeing that Estel finally got his chance to say something he took a great gulp of air before he began to speak, "I woke up…" he paused remembering his promise to Elenion, "and I saw hovering above me. He told me that he was going to heal me and he would have to have me be still for him… Then… he began to hum." there was a wondering tone in his voice, "I do not know who it was but a unique looking liquid fell upon me. When it touched my skin it made it cure. Just like that, I could see it with my own eyes. It took just a few moments before the wound had completely healed!"

"Are you sure you cannot remember any details of who healed you?" Glorfindel asked once more.

"No, I do not remember anything," Aragorn lied.

It had been two days since Aragorn had healed. Elenion had woken up in the same day, but acted as though nothing had happened. Though the other elves did find it amusing how Aragorn began trailing after Elenion wherever he went, soon after. Sure he did that before too, but it was much worse now. Aragorn wouldn't let the elfling away from his sight. Aragorn had also begun to practice furiously with his sword. He had promised himself he would protect Elenion with his sword, so that Elenion wouldn't have to heal him again, so that Elenion would always be safe with him.

Elenion was mostly amused by this, but sometimes it got annoying. For examples the time when he had tried to go bath himself alone. The human child had followed him and proceeded to have a bath with him. Right at this moment Elenion was running away from Aragorn. He collided with something hard enough to topple him. He never reached the ground though when a strong arm snaked around him to pull him upright. Elenion raised his head to see who it was. It was lord Elrond that was gazing right back to him with his blue gray eyes.

"Elenion, why are you running in the halls?" Elrond asked. The emerald eyed elfling merely stared at him for a moment before turning his head in the direction he had come from. Footsteps echoed in the hallway, followed by Aragorn's voice yelling.

"Elenion! Where are you?!" The elder elf chuckled before putting the child down.

"I see, you are escaping from young Estel." Elenion nodded once, glancing once more at the corridor. "Off with you then. I'm sure you don't want to get caught." Elrond smiled ushering the elfling away.

"Elenion!"

The emerald eyed child waved in gratitude before quickly ducking into the library, soundless closing the door just as Aragorn turned the corner. Elrond chuckled in amusement watching the young boy search for his brother.

"Ada, have you seen Elenion?" Aragorn asked.

Elrond smiled, "I'm afraid not, Estel. Perhaps he is in the gardens?" The Lord smiled before walking away.

Elenion sagged against the doors in relief after listening to Aragorn's footsteps fade away. The library was huge. Rows upon rows of books and scrolls lay neatly organized before him. Large windows allowed for warm streams of sunlight to illuminate the room. Elenion got up, curious to what he might find hidden in the tomes. With sweeping steps the child began to explore, walking down the isles and skimming over the books.

The titles were written in elvish, something he couldn't read apparently, Elenion sighed in frustration as he came to the end of an isle.

Glorfindel was sitting in a corner when the young elfling wandered in. He watched silently as the youngling sagged against the door before roaming the room, no doubt curious as all elflings are. Glorfindel watched as slowly the emerald eyed child got frustrated, over what he could not say, not unless he asked anyway.

"Elenion?" Glrofindel called catching the child's attention. Sharp green orbs froze him in place before he could help it. A moment passed. The intensity dimmed and Glrofindel was able to move again. "Is something the matter?"

The book that Glorfindel had previously read caught Elenion's eye, "What is that you're reading?" he asked softly. Glorfindel glanced to the book, then at the small delicate elf, surprised he actually got an answer.

"It's a history book of the Dark Lord Sauron," Glorfindel explained fingering the pages of the book.

Glorfindel didn't notice when the elfling's eyes widened with surprise and horror. "Who is this Dark Lord?" Elenion asked .

"He is no longer, all that is left of him is the Ring." Glorfindel reassured.

Suddenly Elenion expression went blank, this reminded him exactly of the Dark Lord back in the Earth. "Ring?"

Glorfindel smiled, unaware of the sinking feeling Elenion was now experiencing, before telling the small child of the history of the Ring.

"So if the Ring still exists then does it mean that it's possible for Sauron to come back?" Elenion asked after the blond had finished talking, slightly dazed and lost in vague memories.

"If he gets a hold of the Ring again then yes. He would come back and perhaps more powerful than last time," Glorfindel said with a dark voice as he too was lost in memories of the time. He had been there after all, when the faith of humans had collapsed.

They sat quietly, each pondering or lost in their thoughts.

There was a knock to the doors before they were opened by Glorfindel allowing Elrohir to enter. Elenion turned to look at him, asking with his eyes why he was here. Elrohir answered, "We just got a message that Gandalf the Grey will come to visit very soon."

Glorfindel paused, what could Gandalf want? Usually he did not visit if there was no reason to. Perhaps he was coming to see the unexpected elfling? The blond looked at the small elfling, "Do you know the reason why he is coming, Elrohir?"

Elrohir nodded, "He informed me that he felt some strange kind of magic near Rivendell or actually in Rivendell, so he wished to come and inspect it."

Elenion blanched at the statement. He looked Glorfindel and Elrohir with wide eyes, "Who is this Gandalf?" he asked surprising Elrohir. The elf smiled.

"Little one you spoke!" He exclaimed in excitement. Glorfindel frowned noting how the child had reacted to the announcement.

"Gandalf is an Istari of this world. He is quite wise. A good friend and great ally to us. It is said that they are same as the Valar, but with lesser powers." Elenion stared at them, he still did not know what an Istari was…

"But… What exactly is an Istari?" Elrohir had a surprised look in his eyes, had the elfling never heard of Istari before?

"Gandalf the Grey… is a wizard."

Elenion grew pale.

Author's note: Please tell me if there are errors. It's three in the morning and my brain is fried. I'm almost sure that something somewhere doesn't make sense, but honestly nothing I'm writing makes sense to me at this point.

-J. Scars

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