Chapter 7: The Journey Begins

Harry was dragged by Frodo down the hall, the young Hobbit wishing for him to meet his guardian Bilbo who was staying in Rivendell. He found himself on a path that looked out over the canyon that Rivendell was situated in. He saw an aged Hobbit sitting on a bench reading with a shawl wrapped around his shoulders, his hair as white as a fresh blanket of snow. Frodo ran over and embraced him and was embraced in return, a smile on the old Hobbits face. Harry smiled at his brother lovingly and was about to slip off, but Frodo would have none of that and literally dragged the animagus over to meet Bilbo.

"Bilbo, this is my big brother Harry!" Frodo exclaimed grinning happily.

"Hello," Bilbo said holding out a hand to be shook.

Harry picked the Hobbit up and embraced him warmly and whispered in his ear, "You raised my little brother and helped him become what he is today, and you are his family making you my family, there is no need for formality."

He set Bilbo down and let him process it before speaking, "I'm going to leave you two to catch up and am going to catch up with my own father figure," he told them before giving Frodo a wink and turning to go back to his rooms to get a rest before they set off on their journey on the next day.

He came into his pack's rooms to find them empty, so instead he headed out and looked around. He spotted the Wood Elf from before and went over to him, if he wished to make this mission successful he would need to get to know his other Fellowship members.

"Hello," his voice was soft, but confident, "You're Legolas correct?"

The Elf's face stayed emotionless, "Yes, and you would be?" his voice impassive.

"Harrison Potter, but I prefer Harry or Sketch," Harry told him with a grin, before asking, "You wouldn't happen to know where the library is would you?"

"Yes, I can show you if you'd like," the Elf offered trying to be kind.

"No, if you'll just give me directions. I'm sure you have more important things to do then deal with a kid," Harry said giving him a smile.

"Not really, I find myself quite bored actually," Legolas admitted grudgingly.

Harry laughed, but Legolas could tell it was not at him and found himself laughing with him. When they stopped laughing Legolas gestured for Harry to follow him and led him through the labyrinth like halls of Rivendell to the library. When they opened the doors they saw a fire roaring in the hearth and Remus asleep in a chair with a book in his lap and an afghan across his lap. Legolas saw a fond smile cross Harry's face as he quietly walked into the room. He lifted the book from Remus's lap and marked his place, he then lifted the afghan and threw it on the chair behind him. He then lifted Remus into his arms careful not to jostle him about.

When Remus was laying comfortably in his arms bridal style he began to walk out of the library. Legolas followed when Harry gestured for him to, intrigued. They soon came back to Harry's rooms and Harry willed the door open. Legolas stared in surprise as the door opened on its own, and followed as Harry stepped in. He went over to the only bed in the room and laid the sleeping man on it comfortably. Harry drew out his wand and waved it, changing Remus's clothes into pajamas, and then put it away before pulling the blankets over the sleeping form of his father. Harry then walked over to the dying fire and seemed to whisper to it in an unknown language, after a while the fire jumped back to life.

Then Harry stood and walked out of the room, grabbing Legolas's hand and pulling him out as well. He shut the door silently behind him and then continued to pull Legolas back to the library. He went over to the seat Remus had once occupied and sat down waiting for Legolas to do the same. Legolas sat on the chair across from his own. The Elf sent him a questioning glance and Harry needed no more prompting, "I thought it would be smart to get to know my traveling companions, it would be less likely for us to be deceived by the Ring and Sauron himself," Harry explained.

"Why did you not wake your Ada when you came in here?" Legolas asked leaning back to get comfortable in the chair, tucking his feet beneath him.

Harry pulled his knees up to his chest and leaned against one of the arm rests, "That's right; you know nothing of where my father and I came from. My father and I do not come from Middle Earth, but from another universe where wizards are many and go to a school at the age of eleven to be taught to use their powers and hide who they are from Muggles, or non-magic folk. On the day we came here we had just finished a very bloody battle; the war itself had lasted many years and had gotten worse in the later years. In those years we got very little sleep and the sleep we did get was riddled with nightmares that replayed the deaths of those we held dear, it is very rare we ever got such peaceful sleep, that is why I did not wake him," Harry told him giving him a warm smile.

"Why were you in the war? You could not have been but 16 when it started!" Legolas exclaimed.

"Eleven actually, it started in my first year at the wizarding school," Harry told him laughing at the amazed look on the Wood Elf's face, "but enough about me, tell me about yourself!" he said grinning happily.

And Legolas did, he was amazed at how much he was telling the Man, he had only told this much to Aragorn! But the Elf couldn't seem to help himself, the Man was so warm and open, Legolas was drawn to him. So they talked through most of the night, until Harry began yawning.

He gave Legolas a sheepish smile, "It would seem like it is time I was off to bed my Elvin friend! I do love talking to you but I fear I may fall asleep in the middle of one of your amazing tales, and that would, to be blunt, really suck!" he told the Elf before standing and stretching tiredly.

"No need to apologize Harry, I understand, I am a bit tired myself. I bid you a good night, and will see you in the morning," Legolas said about to turn to leave but was stopped when Harry pulled him into a warm hug.

"Goodnight, my brother," Harry whispered in his ear, giving him a brotherly kiss on the temple, "sweet dreams," he finished and then walked out and headed toward his room.

When he reached the rooms a smile came to his face. Pippin and Merry had cuddled up to Remus while he had been gone, as had Sam as best the little Hobbit could. What caught his attention though was Frodo sitting by the fire and staring into the flames, his face seemed twisted in sadness. Harry walked over and sat beside the Hobbit in a lotus position and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Frodo leaned into the warmth of the body beside him and began to cry. Harry did not question and merely brought the young Hobbit into his lap and held him close, letting him cry it out. When he finished Harry stayed quiet, only holding his brother and giving him comfort, waiting for the young Hobbit to tell him if he wished.

"Bilbo was giving me a few gifts for the journey ahead, and he-he saw the Ring around my neck," Harry heard his brothers quiet voice say, he waited for his younger brother to continue, "he wanted to try it on again and I denied him."

"That was smart my brother. From the stories you told me, he has been under its influence far too long," Harry said soothingly, knowing where this story was going.

"He looked like a monster, it scared me so much Harry!" Frodo said as he began sobbing anew.

"Were you afraid to admit that, did you think it would make you seem weak?" Harry asked rubbing the Hobbits back in small, soothing circles.

Frodo only nodded into his chest unable to speak through his tears, "Frodo, never think fear makes you weak, in truth it only makes you stronger," Harry told him.

"But I want to be brave like you and Remus, you two are never afraid of anything!" Frodo exclaimed pulling back.

"Remy and I are scared of many things little brother. Being brave is being able to face your fears not having no fears at all my little warrior," Harry told him smiling warmly.

"Really?" Frodo sniffed his eyes shining with hope.

"Really really, now I believe it's time for all young Hobbits to be in bed. We have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow, and we may get very little sleep on the journey, so get as much in now as you can," Harry said giving him a wink and a loving smile.

"Can-can I sleep with you tonight?" Frodo stuttered out blushing in embarrassment.

Harry smiled and lifted him in his arms and pulled out his wand. He waved it at himself and Frodo and both were soon dressed in their night clothes. Harry placed his wand in its hollister on his wrist and walked over to the bed with Frodo still in his arms. He lay the Halfling down and then crawled in beside him pulling the blankets securely over them. He felt Frodo crawl over him and lay on the outside of the bed and snuggle into his side, on his other side he felt Sam shift and snuggle into him as well. Harry gave a smile and fell into a peaceful rest.

The next day Harry woke with the rising of the sun and slowly untangled himself from Sam and Frodo, trying not to wake them. He went over to his pack that was resting by the door and pulled out a new outfit, when he had this firmly in his hands he Apparated to the waterfalls not far from Rivendell. He made it there safely and stripped before sliding into the small pool that the waterfall fell into. He dived to the bottom before pushing off with his feet and bursting through the surface. He swept back the wet locks that had fallen into his face, smiling at the sound of the animals waking. He began to leisurely swim about the pool, listening to the water as it sang happily about him. He was shocked out of his musings by the sound of a twig snapping. He jumped to his feet and had his wand out and pointed right at the chest of Aragorn.

Harry seeing it was Aragorn, blushed, "Sorry 'bout that, you surprised me," he said his voice lowered with embarrassment before he put the wand back into its hollister.

"It's quite alright; I was wandering if I could perhaps join you in your swim," Aragorn said trying to not blush himself.

"Sure, come on in!" Harry said shaking off his own embarrassment and went back to swimming leisurely as before.

Aragorn stripped and put his clothes beside Harry's own discarded clothing and slid in and began to swim around as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Harry disappear beneath the water, he didn't think anything of it until he did not come up after hours of being beneath the water. He dived down quickly and began to search the water desperately; he saw the Man sitting on the pool bottom and seemed to be listening to something. Aragorn swam down quickly, almost out of air, and grabbed his arm about to pull him to the surface with him. He was shocked when he found himself able to breathe as if he were above water, Harry noticing him pulled him to his side and motioned for him to stay quiet.

That is when Aragorn heard the singing; he turned to where Harry was staring and watched in awe as he saw figures appear. They seemed to be dancing, their moves flowing and erotic, as if sending a message. He tore his eyes away and turned to Harry, asking the question with his eyes.

'They are nymphs, they are celebrating another day of peace," Harry's voice came in his head much like before.

'How am I able to breathe?' Aragorn asked using his mind not about to try and speak even if he could draw breath.

'While you are still in contact with my body, you have gained my abilities. I am a water elemental, as well as a fire elemental, therefore I have the ability to control the water, speak with it and the creatures that dwell in it, and to breathe underwater,' Harry told him before he turned back to watch the nymphs dance.

Aragorn turned back as well and felt himself relax as he watched. Soon the dance ended and Harry began to pull him reluctantly up to the surface. He turned and sent him a questioning glance wandering why he had pulled him out just as another dance was about to begin.

"We were only allowed to see that one dance because I had gained permission from their mother, but that dance alone. Besides we should be setting out soon, and we need to be ready," Harry explained before swimming to the shore and stepping out.

Aragorn followed after making sure not to look in the other Man's direction as he dressed. When he turned back he saw that Harry was wearing leather pants like the day before and a brown tunic with a black cloak over top. The cloak was held around his neck by a brooch that seemed to be shaped as a crest. On the crest it had a lion rearing back on his back paws with a snack wrapped about the length of the lion's body, behind it was a full moon. At his sides were his two swords and on his back was a quiver full of arrows and an unstrung bow. His hair hung in his face wet and dripping, but that only seemed to make him look more dangerous.

"Shall we get going?" he asked grinning toward the Ranger.

Aragorn nodded smiling back to the wolf, and both set off together back toward Rivendell. When they arrived they met the rest of the Fellowship ready to head out. When the four Hobbits saw Harry they ran forward and jumped on him hugging him tightly. Harry stumbled a bit in surprise but stood strong as Merry and Pippin attached themselves to his legs, Sam to his waist, and Frodo to his neck. He laughed and began trying to walk the rest of the way to the Fellowship, which only caused the rest of them to laugh at the sight. Remus soon decided to help his cub and pulled Merry and Pippin from his legs and setting them on the ground. Frodo and Sam soon grudgingly detached themselves as well.

Harry gave his father a grateful smile and saw that Remus had also changed his clothes. He wore black pants and a dark, mossy green tunic with a cloak much like Harry's overtop. His brooch was also a crest but instead of a lion or a snake it had an eagle about to take flight, its wings spread wide, underneath the eagle a badger stood on its hind legs and curious eyes stared out at them. His swords were strapped to his back, their jewels glinting in the sunlight, and his bow and quiver full of arrows lay at his waist. His father smiled in return and wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gave him a one-armed hug.

The Fellowship soon set off, Gandalf in the lead and Legolas not far behind him. Behind the Elf was Gimli, followed by the four Hobbits, Sam leading his faithful pony Bill along behind him. Remus and Harry stood close to Boromir and Aragorn who brought up the rear. As they traveled Harry tried to strike up a conversation with the Gondorian, and he seemed willing enough.

"I don't believe I ever caught your name, my friend," Harry said politely, as he saw his father talking to Aragorn.

"Boromir, son of Denethor, and yourself?" the young Gondorian asked as they continued to walk.

"Harrison Potter, but I prefer Harry if you don't mind. Before we go any further, you must give up on trying to take the Ring for you homeland. I know that you wish to save it, and that there seems to be no hope, but there is always hope as long as those willing to fight draw breath. If you took the Ring and tried to use it, you would only be hastening your homes fall," Harry told him looking him in the eye.

"What do you know of such things!" Boromir spat out angrily to him.

Harry's eyes darkened and Boromir felt a shiver go down his spine as the wind began to stir. Suddenly he was hit by memories of bloodshed and gore everywhere he turned and then he saw his reflection in a pond not far off the battle field, it was Harry! When he came back to the present he stared at Harry in surprise and new respect, this man had gone through so much at a young age. Slowly the wind began to settle and Harry's eyes turned back to their natural emerald green eyes when he knew the young Gondorian understood him.

"I do not know if I can. The Ring whispers in my head," Boromir admitted almost ashamed.

"Never be ashamed of your weaknesses, it is what makes you human and nothing like Sauron. By admitting your weakness you have started down the path of making it one of your strengths. Do not give up hope for your people and your home, and the Ring has nothing over you," Harry said throwing a brotherly arm over the Man's shoulders.

"How do you ignore its whispers?" Boromir asked, feeling slightly comforted, he was so used to being the strong one and it was nice to have someone take over for once.

"It offers me things I know are impossible, and that go against my morals. Such as the resurrection of my loved ones that died in the war I showed you," Harry said his face becoming sad and distant.

"Would you not want them to come back?" Boromir asked confused, he knew if his brother were to die and he was offered to bring him back he would grasp the chance with both hands.

"You know there is a story from my home, it speaks of three objects, one a wand of unbeatable power, another a stone that could bring back the dead, and Death's invisibility cloak. Now the reason I mentioned this was because the man that got the stone used it to bring back his dead lover, but she was depressed and hated every moment of it and so he killed himself to truly be with her," Harry told him, "I do not wish to do that to my friends, they have already died once, and are finally at peace."

"I think I'd like to hear that story," Harry was shocked to hear Gandalf beside him, he had not noticed the group had stopped or that they were listening to him attentively.

"Are we already stopping for the night?" he asked trying to change the subject.

"No, we still have a ways to go, but still I would very much enjoy to hear this story you mentioned," Gandalf said a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

"Damn, almost had ya, well alright, but let's get walking and then I'll start telling you," Harry told him making a shooing motion with his hands.

So the group began walking again but were listening closely to Harry as he began the story, Harry had memorized it from the many times he had read it, "The story is a bed time story in my world that was proved true by myself and was known as the Tale of Three Brothers. There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure. And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic, and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him. So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother. Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and give it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead. And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from the place without being followed by Death. And Death, most unwillingly handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility. Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Death's gifts. In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination. The first brother traveled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally, with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible. That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden, upon his bed. The thief took the wand and for good measure, slit the oldest brother's throat. And so Death took the first brother for his own. Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him. Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as truly to join her. And so Death took the second brother for his own. But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the younger brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life." Harry finished the tale, "These three objects lived on and became known as the Deathly Hollows. The sign for them was a triangle with a circle that touched all three sides, and a line that split both the circle and the triangle in half."

"What ever happened to them?" Gimli asked curious.

"The Elder Wand was followed by much bloodshed, but soon found a master and stayed in peace for many years and was forgotten. The stone was never found until my sixth year, and even then I knew not what it was. The Cloak of Invisibility was passed down the generation all the way down to me," Harry told them, "I am known in my world as the Master of the Deathly Hollows, I am the last owner to the Elder Wand and I lost the stone purposefully, the only thing I kept was my Invisibility Cloak," Harry finished.

"Why would you not use these items?" Gimli asked dreaming of great riches.

"Clear your mind of such ridiculous notions, Gimli, son of Gloin! These things are not to be used lightly! Many of my family members were murdered with that wand, and that stone only brought pain to those you brought back!" Harry told him sharply, he voice cutting through the dwarf's visions.

"I apologize Master Potter, I did not mean offence," Gimli said ashamed of himself, as well as his actions.

Harry walked faster and drapped an arm around the ginger haired dwarf's shoulders, "Do not bow your head in shame, but be proud and accept the mistake made. Learn from that mistake and do not repeat it," Harry told him his voice warm and kind, "And there is no need for such formalities between us my friend, just Harry or Sketch if you prefer."

"Or you could do what I do and just call him annoying," Remus joked a comical grin on his face.

"Oh, I can be annoying Remus. Don't you recall that wonderful Halloween night we spent with the Dark Poufs not so merry men?" Harry asked turning to glance at Remus over his shoulder a scary glint in his eye.

Remus groaned, though the other members could see the grin on his face, "Don't remind me, I still have nightmares!" he moaned giving a mock shudder.

"What?" Sam asked feeling slightly left out.

"Well you see, like every other Halloween night, something exciting just had to happen and Moony and I got captured by the Duck-I mean Dark Lord's Doughnut-I mean Death Eaters," Harry said, making the others laugh at his obvious cover ups.

From there Remus continued, "We were traveling through the forest tied, but the stupid idiots forgot to gag us. So Harry, getting bored, decided to start singing some annoying muggle songs like the Song that Never Ends and 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. Lucius, the leader of the group, got fed up and came back to us, we were in the back, but two werewolves were following behind us to make sure we didn't run," Remus finished trying to bight back laughter as the memories of that night returned.

"Which was pretty stupid on his part, coming back toward us I mean, but then again he didn't know we could control him if he was close enough. So, anyway I took over him, he kept his mind but couldn't control his body movements, and made him slap himself over and over again all the time repeating 'stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself'," Harry told them a proud grin on his face, his eyes far away.

"Malfoy started cursing Sketch here with every cuss word in the book, but Sketch's only reply was, 'You shouldn't talk about yourself like that, it does horrible things to your self esteem,' one of the younger Death Eaters," Remus was interrupted when Harry coughed out what sounded almost like "Doughnut Eaters" and grinned at him before continuing, "hissed 'Do you have a death wish?' and Sketch, being the nitwit who doesn't keep his mouth shut, you know Harry I blame that attribute on James Lily always knew when to shut her mouth, anyway he told them really loudly, 'Now why would you think that? I only disrespect Voldemort, insult Lucius Malfoy, pissed off my drunk Uncle….hey what do you know! I do have a death wish!'," Remus finished.

By this time all the Hobbits were laughing along with Boromir, Gimli was chuckling along with Aragorn, Gandalf's eyes were twinkling in amusement, and Legolas had an amused smile on his face.

"Hey, my epiphany is not a laughing matter! I had just figured out I was suicidal, the least you could do was be understanding!" Harry said giving a "humph" and turned his nose up in mock offence.

After a few moments both shook with laughter as they continued to walk. Soon their laughter died and the group then continued on in silence. They soon came to a hill top littered with large boulders and decided to rest for a time. Merry and Pippin asked Boromir if he would teach them to use a sword. Aragorn sat on a boulder nearby smoking his pipe and muttering advice every now and then. Harry came over carrying two plates full of sausages Sam had made and sat beside him handing him one of them. Aragorn took it with a nod in thanks and put away his pipe and began eating.

Finally he bucked up the courage to ask the question that had been bugging him since the Council meeting, "Have you been avoiding me?"

Harry turned and looked at him, his emerald green eyes wide with surprise and shock, "Why would I-," and then it hit him, he hadn't talked to Aragorn since before the Council meeting!

Aragorn looked at him waiting for an answer, almost afraid of what it would be, "No I haven't Aragorn! I'm sorry if that's what it seemed like, I was only trying to get to know the other members of the Fellowship so the Ring did not have another hold over us," Harry explained to him.

"You're not angry that I didn't tell you about me being the next King of Gondor?" Aragorn asked hope rising up within him rapidly.

"Why would I be mad about you for that? That's your business as well as who you tell! But I do have a question why do you not want to be King?" Harry asked after taking a bite of the sausages.

Aragorn turned his head away, "I like the freedom I have as a Ranger," he told him not meeting his eye.

"But that's only part of it, right? You are afraid you will repeat your ancestor's mistake," Harry finished for him.

Aragorn finally turned to him and gave a hesitant nod. Harry shook his head and chuckled.

"Tell me, what's your name?" Harry asked looking at him with a kind smile.

"Aragorn, son of-," but Harry cut him off, "No, just Aragorn. You are Aragorn and that's all. It does not matter who your father is, it does not matter who his father is, what matters is who you are," Harry told him, "You have the hands of a healer, the arms of a warrior, the heart of an Elf, the spirit of a Man, and the air of a King. That is who you are, that is what makes you Aragorn," Harry finished.

Aragorn looked at him in surprise, and that only grew as Harry put out his hand and said, "The names Harry, and you are?"

A smile broke out on Aragorn's face and he took Harry's hand, "Aragorn."

Then both turned back to their plates to finish their sausages. Harry soon began shouting out moves for the Hobbits to use on Boromir. What Boromir didn't know was that Harry had already told them a plan through their mind link.

'Distract him Pippin, then Merry I want you to disarm him,' Harry told them.

The time to act out the plan came when Boromir accidently nicked Pippin's hand. He lowered his sword and apologized, he fell back surprised when Merry twisted the sword out of his hand and made it fly up into the air and land in his outstretched hand, officially disarming him. Pippin then put the tip of his sword at his throat stopping him from fighting back. Harry had a grin on his face and began to clap as did Aragorn. Pippin and Merry sent each other identical grins and then put down their swords before bowing deeply.

Sam came over and tapped Harry on the shoulder and asked, "Brother, what is that?" he asked pointing to the sky where it seemed a small cloud was headed toward them.

"Just a whiff of cloud," Gimli dismissed and went to go back arguing with Gandalf about taking the path through the Mines of Moria.

"It's moving pretty fast for a cloud and against the wind none the less," Remus observed.

Harry, who had been looking at the "cloud" this whole time shouted out at the same time as Legolas, "Crebain, from Dunland!"

"Hide!" Gandalf shouted.

Harry jumped up and put out the fire as well as scattering the ashes and covering it with dirt. He then grabbed the two bags that lay beside the fire and ran over to a large rock. He threw the bags beneath before grabbing Frodo in his arms and gripping Aragorn's wrist and threw them beneath the overhang with the bags. He then transformed into his wolf form and lay down on one of the rocks as if sun bathing. He felt Remus soon join him.

'Is everyone hidden?' he asked going into war mode as Hermione and Ginny had joked.

'Yes, Boromir has Merry and Pip, Sam is hiding with Bill, Legolas is hiding with Gimli, and Gandalf is hidden by himself. What about Frodo and Aragorn?' he asked as he faked a wide yawn.

'Beneath us, under the underhand,' Harry replied.

They heard Frodo whimper beneath them and Harry quickly began to sing a song in his head, and Frodo soon began to calm. That's when the crows were upon them, Harry and Remus looked up as if surprised and sniffed the air as if wandering if it was their dinner for the night. The crows soon left and the Fellowship soon came out of hiding and Remus and Harry soon transformed back to their human forms. Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir looked at them in awe and surprise.

"Seems we won't be able to go the way you want old man, it's being watched," Harry informed him pulling Frodo up and into his arms comfortingly.

"Yes, we'll have to take the Pass of Caradhras," Gandalf said confirming his Harry's thoughts.

'Why did I agree to this again?' he asked Remus telepathically not a few hours later as he held Frodo and trekked through the shoulder high snow.

'Because it was safe and Frodo wouldn't get caught by Saruman,' Remus replied, it was the fifth time Harry had asked him.

Harry heaved a sigh, 'It's not so safe if we all die of hypothermia,' he said angrily when he caught sight of Frodo's blue lips.

"Stop!" he shouted to the front where Gandalf was breaking the snow with his staff to form them a small path. Legolas walked atop the snow as if he was a feather and barely left an imprint.

"Are you crazy young lad!" Gimli shouted from his position at the front.

"Yes, but that has nothing to do with this situation, Remus I'm using the heating charm to keep us all warm," he informed Remus before closing his eyes and concentrating on what warmth was.

Soon he heard multiple gasps and knew it must have worked, when he opened his eyes again Remus sent him a grateful look and he nodded back. That's when Harry heard a voice coated with magic fill the air, it was filled with darkness and evil. He felt a shudder go down his spine and quickly let go of the restraints on his magic to stop whatever spell the Istari was using. That's when he heard the snow coming down towards them in a small avalanche; he pushed Frodo to the side of the mountain and saw that Legolas would not make it in time. He lunged forward and pushed the man toward the wall only to be hit with the snow just afterwards.

"HARRY!" he heard Remus shout before he felt himself tumbling down the side of the small path on the mountain side.

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