As Always it is UnBeta'd but fabulous!

I know Nothing of Lord of the Rings, except from what I saw in the Movies or pulled up on Wikipedia. I own neither Harry Potter or The Lord of The Rings, and Will never make Money from this. Read and Review!!!! oh I've noticed a few mistakes, and I swear it's fanfiction dot net that's fucking up my fics! Arghhhh! Don't you dare to fucking complain about it!

*************For the record I hate this chapter.***************

The nine companions were led into the tree city of Lothlorien, still blindfolded. When they came to a halt, the blindfolds were removed and they were presented to the Queen and King of the forest of Lorien.

"Ten set out from Rivendell, and yet nine I see before me." Celeborn said. "Tell me, where is Harry? Where is my son?" Pippin shot Boromir a murderous looks, that did not go unnoticed.

"He has fallen." Galadriel whispered, gazing at them all sadly. "Harry fell into the darkness after sacrificing himself to ensure their safety."

The gentle singing that always permeated the air of Lothlorien ceased. The fellowship could feel the burning gaze of hundreds of high elves, and began to fidget.

"Who will tell Draco?" Celeborn asked, a fine tremor running through him.

"Haldir, arrest the human, Boromir." Galadriel said, voice cold. "Hold him until the court has convened."

There was a slight protest from the fellowship, as two elves grabbed Boromir and drug him away.

"My Lady, is that necessary?" Legolas asked.

"You will take his Place, Legolas Greenleaf? You will stand trial in his stead for his part in my son's falling?" Galadriel all but hissed. Before he could answer, she turned, gathered up her skirts and fled, silver tears trailing down her face.

"I offer you and your companions lodging." Celeborn said, eyeing the fellowship. "Please excuse me, I have someone close to my son that I must break the news to." Celeborn walked away, mentally preparing to tell Draco that Harry had fallen.

The first thing Harry noticed upon waking was the sharp pointy rock digging into his back. The second thing he noticed was that he wasn't dead. He carefully stood to his feet, mentally checking for any broken bones, and finding none.

"You're fine." a powerful voice said, it's tone bored. "We couldn't very well let the savior of middle earth come to harm now could we?"

"Who's we?" Harry asked, standing tall and searching for the source of the voice.

"I am the representative of The Valar, the Greatest Lords and Ladies of the Ainur." the man said.

"They didn't see fit to give you a name then? And what do they want with me?" Harry grouched.

"I am Eönwë, Herald of the Valar. You have been chosen, as a conduit for their great power."

"Uh huh. And what am I supposed to do while they use me like a funnel?"

"The insolence." Eönwë said, finally appearing to Harry in the form of a tall man with shining silver armor and a floating green cloak. "It is a great honour to be chosen as an Avatar of the Valar!"

"Yeah ok. You tell them I'll do them one favour, anything at all, and then we're even. They brought me here, I suppose their kindness can be repaid." Eönwë was clearly affronted by his blunt refusal to be a servant of the Powers. His head tilted as if he was hearing a voice only he could.

Before Harry could react, the man had lunged and grabbed a hold of his burned clothes and they both disappeared in a burst of light.

When Harry's vision cleared he found himself floating before fourteen of the most beautiful and powerful giants he had ever seen.

A man with flowing white hair chuckled as he peered out at him with crystalline blue eyes.

"So you've come." he spoke, lips barely moving, but voice booming to all corners of the circular room.

"Against my will, but yeah sure, I'm here." Harry said, glaring at Eönwë, who snorted.

"Eönwë tells us that you have agreed to repay us for saving your life. What if we do not agree that one favour is sufficient payment?"

"Then you're fucked." Harry said, bluntly. The man threw back his head and laughed. The booming sound was musical and sweet, despite the volume.

"Oh I like you! Such boldness." he stood from his throne and descended the huge number of stairs between him and the ground, which Harry was slowly falling towards. As he walked down, he seemed to shrink, until; when his feet touched the ground, he was slightly taller than Galadriel.

He reached out his glowing hand and helped Harry up from the ground. The second their hands touched, Harry felt something rush into him, singing through his veins.

A hauntingly beautiful song began to fill his ears. It filled his senses, intoxicating in it's purity. He felt lighter than air, and closed his eyes to bask in the glorious salvation. Something strong began to build up in his chest, getting stronger and stronger with every beat of his heart.

His breath quickened, his body lost all pretenses of tenseness and he floated away.

Like a dam, an orgasmic power exploded out of him, burning him to a crisp with it's sheer beauty. His mind stretched far and wide, touching anything and everything that lived. The whole of the world's conscious peered deep into Harry.

The Fellowship was seated before the twin thrones of Galadriel and Celeborn, who were surrounded by a horde of silent Elves.

Just as Galadriel opened her mouth, a heavy presence touched everyone's minds, filling them with the briefest exuberance. When it faded after an eternity of mere moments, Galadriel closed her mouth and inclined her head at the nine of them.

"You will continue on your journey. Go with peace." she said. She stood and left the room airily, practically floating.

Everyone in Lothlorien seemed to be in a kind of daze, the eternal song humming through the trees as even the grass seeds joined in.

Only Boromir remained grounded. He did not feel it apropos for him to join in the celebration. Not after his actions. He separated from his party and went to the encampment where they had been allowed to rest and tried to sleep, the haunted song echoing through his soul.

Covale Darkshade looked up in amazement, as a flock of Eagles, born on a wind shimmering with magic, approached them.

They brought with them a song which eased his inner turmoil.

In no time at all, thirteen majestic eagles, each bearing a member of the Darkshade Clan, filled the sky, making an easy path to Mordor, where the great battle was to take place.

****************I am totally unhappy with this chapter, i had writers block and I felt like Sisyphus trying to force this out.****************