Chapter- 10
"TAKE COVER!!!"
"BOOM!!!"
"Haldir, have your men cover the wall facing the river. Hold the ladders back."
Elladan stood on the top of the tower, watching as the orcs onslaught. It was good that Haldir arrived with his men. He didn't know how much longer the outpost could stand. He had already lost 47 riders. He didn't know how long could they hold on till another reinforcement of catapults arrive from Dol Gudur.
The battle had be raging for nearly three hours. But they where hardly four hundred men, and they where facing the onslaught of an army of 1000 orcs.
He looked at the horizon waiting for reinforcement.
"TAKE COVER!!"
"BOOM!!"
"My lord the wall is weakening. Another blow will get them through."
"HALDIR, clear your men of that wall , move to the tower, catapults aim at the troupes lining along the river bank. Riders ready your horses, we have to push them back to the River side."
"Elladan, my men will cover the wall once it falls."
"Haldir, stand your ground, I will try and push them towards the river side. We need to hold an advantage when my father arrives."
"You heard the Prince. Everyone clear the wall. Fall back to the tower. Riders get ready to defend the breach. Form a line at least ten feet from the wall."
Elladan looked at the archers at the other ends of the wall, " Archers cover the stronger section of the walls. Clear out the orcs on the other side of the river. Catapults move closer to the wall. Aim for the orc infantry by the river banks."
"Move now.!!!!!!!"
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Meanwhile along the pass from Rivendall..
They had been ridding for nearly four hours now. They pushed their horses faster. He hoped they were not too late.
They had already lost one Prince, he didn't want to loss another today. He prayed to the Valar to protect his sons.
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He stretched as he got up. Finally he felt better. He wasn't as tired as he was a day before. He looked at the clock and found that he had been asleep for nearly eight hours now.
He walked out of his trunk. He tried to sense the elves. He found them both in the same room. They were in the kitchen.
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Legolas finally felt the wizard approaching. He had some weird food that was stocked. He tasted it and tasted a lot like the wheat that they eat. But it seemed to be a little different.
"Greetings Artemis."
".. What??"
"Your name is not Artemis?"
"No. My name is Harry."
"Harry, a strange name for a wizard."
Harry snickered at the elves comment. He summoned some bread for himself from the shelves, and also summoned some milk. Both the elves stared at Harry's casual display of magic. He sat down at the other end of the elf. He looked at the other elf and asked,
"Don't you speak?"
Fredrick looked startled when the wizard addressed him, but he regained his bearings
"I was just being polite."
"Well, so did you read the book I gave you?", he asked Legolas.
"You mean the book which had strange hand writing in them?"
"Oh, sorry I forgot to change the language of the book so that you could read it. Do you want some milk?", he passed the milk to Legolas.
"Thank You."
"Anyway, before you say anything. After the food, I suggest you both to leave and head back to your people. I will also be leaving from this area of the forest. I will leave this world as soon as I figure out a way."
" You leaving?" , both the elves shared a look with each other.
"But you could come with us to the Elves. We can help you return back to wherever you can from."
"I am not ready to get myself involved in another war. I have already a dark lord to deal with back at home. The more time I waste here, the more he will drive my world to dust."
Both the elves traded a confused look.
Harry sighed, " Look, I understand you have problems in your world, but in my world I have a dark lord who is after me and my friends. Without me there, everything will go downside. I have to get back there. I cant imagine what will happen because of me leaving my world."
"I understand your situation, but you coming here has set everything upside down in my world", reasoned Legolas.
Harry couldn't understand what exactly Legolas was trying to say.
"You see, there was a balance between the dark and light forces in Middle Earth, but since you have broken through the gap in the realms, you have broken the very fabric of this world. We are the third age of elves in Middle Earth. There is currently a Dark Lord Sauron who is living in neither world."
"What? I don't understand."
"What I mean to say is he is alive in the spirit form. He the dark lord of this age. The year of Sauron has yet to come. The time for that war has been accelerated by your arrival. You didn't just travel through worlds. You cracked the realm open by your arrival. To compensate your coming here, the dark powers in the world rose at a phenomenal rate. My father fears that you have cracked the timeless gates of void which holds the greatest most feared evil. This evil is not a dark lord, but a God. He is re-incarnation of evil. His name is Morgoth. "
This sent Harry into a fit. The only thing Legolas and Fredrick could hear was Harry speaking in some other language.
Harry banged his head on the table and cursed himself to hell. He couldn't understand why. Why of all the people in all the universes, had he been the one to end up in such problems.
Legolas felt pity for the boy. He touched his shoulder, to call him.
Harry looked at him, his eyes filled with anguish.
"I am not doing anything. Please leave. I am going very, very far away from here. You and your friend go back to your palace. I am not coming back. Please don't expect me to come."
Fredrick had enough of this,
"WHAT???? What do mean you are not going to come? YOU caused all this problem. You are responsible for all the problems in our world. And now you are not going to take responsibility for all the misery that YOU coming here is going to cost us?"
That did it, he was really pissed now.
Harry stood upright, the chair flew from him and hit the wall behind him. He was really angry beyond words.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? WHO ARE YOU TO KNOW WHAT I HAVE BEEN THROUGH ALL MY LIFE. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? DO YOU THINK I WANTED TO COME TO YOUR WORLD? I JUST WANTED TO DIE AFTER 17 YEARS OF LIVING IN HELL. AND LOOK WHERE I ENDED UP. I JUST ALMOST DIED FIGHTING ONE DARK LORD, AND I COME HERE AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FIGHT A GOD? DO I HAVE SOMETHING WRITTEN ON MY HEAD SAYING THAT I AM SOME KIND OF SAVIOUR?"
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Legolas flinched back at the tone of the boy. Now he saw and felt clearly, why this boy caused the rift in the world. He could feel the power rolling of the boy in waves. Those emerald eyes where glowing, he could feel a wind blowing around the boy. Not even in his father's presence he felt cowed. Harry was really very powerful and only he could stand against the might of the evil of first age of elves. He looked at Fredrick, he could see him scared beyond his wits.
He better do something to calm the boy.
"Harry."
"WHAT?", the boy turned his eyes towards him.
" We are sorry."
That was the last thing Harry expected from them. His anger vanished.
"What?"
"We are sorry. I failed to understand what kind of life you lived before coming to our world."
Harry blinked at Legolas, he didn't know what to say to him.
"But you must also understand. The people of middle earth are in great peril. I know its not your doing Harry. But the elves are not the only people living in Middle earth. There are Men, the dwarves, the hobbits. Amongst the elves itself there are different societies. You see Harry, our forefathers, the elves of the old have already left this part of middle earth. We call them the Valar, Gods of the old. They live in a island beyond the seas of Middle earth. Our numbers diminish every year, because the age of men was set to dawn in a few years, so the elves where slowly leaving Middle earth. We don't have the strength to stand against this evil. We are but a few thousands. Maybe ten thousand."
Harry calmed down and sat on the chair, which magically appeared as he sat down, but he sent a glare to the other elf.
"Do you understand the situation we are facing. The orcs, are bred from the dead. They are easy to kill. But the sorcerer's who will come if Morgoth is released will not be so easy to kill. Nor will the creatures of the dark that Morgoth bring. He will bring other demons from the underworld. There are not people in Middle earth who have the power to stand against such forces of darkness. Help us. I know this is asking too much considered the situation you seem to be under. But I don't know what else to tell you."
Harry looked at Legolas. This was just too much information for him to take in. He dint know what to do. He didn't know how to get back to his world, He didn't know how he could fight these demons, and this demon God, Morgoth. He felt helpless. Not like what Legolas portrayed him to be. He just couldn't understand what he is supposed to do next. He needed time to think.
"Give me some time to think. I need some time alone. I will talk to you in some time."
Legolas nodded at him.
Harry walked to the tent door, he stopped at the door and looked at Legolas,
" Don't go outside, I have put up some magic around this place. If you leave you wont be able to find your way back here. You wont remember the door. But the door is open. You want to send word to your people you could send your friend."
Fredrick was quick to his feet, "I am not going anywhere without my Prince."
Harry could hear the hostility in the elves tone. He sent him a glare, " Suit yourself. I will talk to you later Legolas."
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As soon as Harry left, Legolas sat down in the chair, and looked at his friend.
"Did you have to do that? He is just a boy."
"Exactly, he is just a boy. You shouldn't give him so much …"
"What do mean he is just a boy…. He might be, just seventeen years old. But that boy has faced evil in his world and look at his conviction. If someone was ready to die in order to stop evil, then that person deserves respect. The boy has earned my respect. I am sure he will help us. Despite the overwhelming power I felt around him, I could feel the kindness of his heart. He bears a heavy burden. Cant you feel that strength in your bones Fredrick, can you feel that his mere presence strengthens the connection with the Valar? I have never felt so much stronger than I am now."
Fredrick grunted and sat down .
"Fredrick he is right. I think you should go and pass the message to my father that I am alive. If indeed he has found that I am dead, he would try and kill Harry, of this I am certain. He will be really mad. I don't want to test Harry's power against my father's."
"But how am supposed to find my way back to you? How will you return back to the Kingdom?"
"I am sure Harry will help me return to the nearest outpost."
Fredrick looked at Legolas and then sighed.
"Okay. I will leave. I will go back to the palace. I will pass the message onto the King."
"Thank you my friend."
"May the Valar protect you my Prince."
"May the Valar guide you to safety as well my friend."
Legolas watched as Fredrick vanished out side the door. He couldn't see him, but he could sense his presence. He followed his friend's presence for another two minutes, and he couldn't feel him any further. The magic surrounding this place must be really strong to dull his senses, even when he was at his strongest.
He sat down at the table, to finish the food. He will patiently wait for Harry to come. He just wished that the boy wizard will help the people of Middle earth to stand against both the dark lords.
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An hour or so later….
The battalion came to halt at the bank of the river. They could see smoke rising up from the outpost.
Elrond looked at the Galadriel, Gandalf and Thranduil.
"My friend will you help me take back the outpost or are you going to continue towards the Mirkwood forest?"
The others looked at the indecision in the face of the Elven King.
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Thranduil was filled with agony. On one end, he lost his only son. His heir, he knew that he could not bring back his son. He knew that if he let himself consumed by rage, it would not end good for anyone. He made up his mind,
"Riders with me. Gandalf my friend, lets move forward , cross the river and push back the orcs to Dol Guldur. Sound the horn. "
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Elrond smiled at his friend.
"Archers with me, Galadriel lets clear the orcs rampaging the outpost walls.
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Elladan, heard the elven horn blow. He was bleeding from the orc arrow. The outpost was on the verge of defeat. They had lost a lot of elves. He could see his father and Galadriel race towards the outpost with atleast three battalion of archers, the orcs fell to the elven arrows swiftly.
He could hear a cheer raise from the elven troops in the outpost. He saw his father's sword move like the wind, his horse was ridding non stop. He could see the orcs falling to his blade. He had not seen his father in battle for a very long time. He was astounded by the way he fought. Galadriel the elven witch was yet another sight to watch.
Galadriel rode parallel to his father, on one had her sword cut through the orcs, on the other hand he spells blew groups of orcs apart.
It was then he heard it,
"BOOM!!!!!"
He turned and looked further down the river, at the crossing. The sight that meet his eyes was astounding. He saw a Gandalf, blow the orcs by the ten across the river. Gandalf the elven King Thranduil had got of their horses and where cutting through the orcs like butter. The King's sword seemed to burn. It was as though he was wielding a sword made of fire. The elves inside the outpost watched in stunned silence. They watched as their leaders fought.
They saw the valor in them. They fought like Gods. They were their hope against the evil that wanted all of middle earth enslaved.
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"Gandalf, to your left, riders move forward. Push then back to Dol Gudur. Arthetis, come here."
A Rider rode forward to the King,
"Yes my lord."
"Ride to the outpost, convey to Lord Elrond that once, he has finished with the orcs there, to come and help us push the orcs back to Dol Gudur."
"Yes my lord."
He then turned back to his men.
"My friends, ride with me. Lets push the orcs back to Dol Gudur. Gandalf you take the left flank."
Thranduil raised his sword and turned to the cowed orcs, who seemed to regroup again, his eyes blazed up once again.
"For all the good that stands, for the elves that they have slain today. Ride, rid the world of these beast. RIDE WITH ME!!!!!!"
"CHARGE!!!!!!!"
The elves rode forward, Thranduil's sword blazed up in fire again.
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It took then nearly three hours until the last of the orc in the valley was killed. The elves marched mercilessly and pushed the orcs back. The orcs retreated back behind the walls of Dol Gudur.
Thranduil and Gandalf stood at the valley entrance, watching the orcs barricade the fortress.
"I remember the day when Galadriel took down the walls of that fortress in her rage for brethren."
"So it is true then? She has one of the rings of power."
"Yes, she received one of them. And that was the last day I have ever seen her use it."
"What about you?"
Thranduil looked at Gandalf unblinking. He knew that if anyone else had asked him that question, he would have killed the one putting the question.
"Everyone has a darkness in them Gandalf, even the elves. Its how we choose to act upon them that merits them. I chose to used the magic given to me by birth. I embraced the magic of the ring like the others. But I chose to control it and not let it control me."
Gandalf nodded in understanding.
"So what next? You know the orcs only wait for the Witch King. He is already flying here to Dol Gudur on his hell steeds. We cannot hold them here, the outpost is not equipped to stand a siege."
"Then we should move to Mirkwood", came a new voice from behind.
"Ah Elrond, Galadriel. Good of you to finally join us", said Thranduil.
"Like I said, we should move to Mirkwood. All this trouble started there. Maybe we can find a solution to sealing the rift once and for all."
"I agree with Elrond, Thranduil", Galadriel said.
"I am sorry for your loss Elrond."
Elrond rode forward looking at the gates of Dol Gudur, " So am I Thranduil. So am I."
Silence followed. Thranduil, Gandalf and Galadriel watched the elven lord.
"It's just that, he was too young to die. I hope he reached the light."
"He died like a true elven Prince. He died in battle defending his friends. We both have lost a son today. This sorcerer, who broke open the rift will pay for it with his life. And once we deal with him, then we will find a way to seal the rift forever. We can find all the information in the libraries at Mirkwood. My forefathers where the gate bearers. We guard the ancient evil that slumbers beyond the gates of the timeless void."
"I am sure that when the Witch King arrives, his sole focus would be too help Morgoth be released. So they will march on Mirkwood, in a month or two. We should prepare."
"Yes I agree", nodded Gandalf.
"But you will need the help of more men, so that the sorcerer doesn't escape. I am also coming with you. I can sense the sorcerer, faster than either of you. No matter how powerful he is, together we can kill him before he can cause any damage. "
"I agree with Galadriel. She will be of great help to you. And that way we can make certain that the sorcerer did not escape from Mirkwood. I will take some men back to Rivendall and wait for the reinforcements, and also be ready in case there is an assault on Rivendall, not that the orcs can get past the elven magic keeping them away from the city. But under the current circumstances, we cant take that risk. My son and Haldir can take the men to Mirkwood."
Each of them were in deep thought.
"Then it is agreed, we shall depart in less than an hour before day break."
They all nodded and turned their horses and rode back to the outpost past the sentry posted to keep watch of the enemy.
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Four hours earlier…..
He had been riding in the forest for nearly two hour. He couldn't see where he was going. He could hear the orcs pursuing after him, he could hear the troll. It was with them. He didn't know it was this persistent. He was sure that the orcs where following his trail of blood, he didn't know how long he could last. Mirkwood forest was already dangerous for elves. Now with the orcs following him it was even more dangerous for him, but he didn't have a choice. He knew there was an elf outpost nearer to the Mirkwood territory, but he couldn't think straight.
He couldn't remember which way he was supposed to go. His senses seemed to be dulled by an overwhelming presence of darkness, that now surrounded the Mirkwood forest.
He steadied himself on his horse. He was bleeding on the horse.
"My friend. I cant seem to find my way. Can you sense help?" he whispered to it.
The horse neighed and moved to the left, deeper into the forest.
Elrohir trusted that his friend would try to get him to some help. He knew he would die. At least his body would reach the right people.
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Harry cursed his luck as his strode out of the tent. He just walked aimlessly into the forest. He needed to think. He heard what the elf had to say. But he couldn't understand what he could help them with.
He was just one person. One part of him, knew that this was his doing. Him coming here has caused all this problem. He was not supposed to be here. But what could he do about it. He didn't come here on purpose. He didn't even know how he got here in the first place. If he don't know his way in. He would definitely not know his way out. He just didn't know what to do.
He walked aimlessly into the forest.
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He stopped. He definitely heard something. His magic was sending his warning bells in his mind. He immediately cast the chameleon charm from the survival of fittest book. He stopped to hear and see ahead. It was dark, but he could hear someone or something moving from front of him.
"……………. the trail goes south, the elf should have gone that direction, but I smell an elf in this direction", came gruff voice.
"I don't care, I want to tear the elf apart when I get my hand on his, so that I can taste his flesh," growled another.
This confirm it, these must be the hideous creatures called orcs. He immediately cast a silencing spell on his shoes and pulled his hood up. He moved further into the shadow of the tree to get a clearer view.
"Ok, you three follow the blood trail and take the troll with you. I will follow this trail. Call me if you have him. If I find out that you had feasted on his flesh without me. I will rip you apart and feed on you", growled the orc.
Harry could finally see the group. They seemed to be speaking almost a form of the elven dialect. He could understand them. Maybe it was because of the language potion he made using Legolas's hair. He could see a tall beast standing there behind them. That must be the troll. But it seemed hurt, it was bleeding already but it was chained. It looked like the trolls back his world, except it looked a bit stouter and had two bull like horns in the mouth. It looked hideous. The orcs looked even more hideous, they looked like decaying worms. They look like death people dug out from the earth, but they looked like there were more agile and hellish. The bile from his stomach rose. He swallowed hard and stood still watching them. They were obviously following someone, an elf.
Maybe they were after Legolas. He was a Prince after all. But he heard a blood trail. Then there must be some other elf they were tracking.
He knew his Gryffindor instincts kicked in, wanting him to rush in and help. He again cursed his saving the people sense. He calmed himself down. But he didn't know if he could use magic against these creatures. He didn't want to kill then by mistake. He looked at them, and he decided to follow the orcs tracking the elf.
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It had been nearly twenty minutes since he dosed of on the horse's back. He looked up to see a small pool of water on the ground ahead of them. He needed to drink some water. He pushed himself of the horses back, he got down. He didn't have the strength to stand. He pulled himself up leaning on his horse. He then walked to the water and scooped some up and drank it. He knew he could go on any further, he just dropped back to the ground and leaned back on the tree, waiting for death to come. His horse drank a little water and laid down beside him.
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Harry followed the orcs at a distance. He watched them sniffing the blood of the elf. He knew that the elf whomever the orcs where following was injured badly, and that if he needed to help the elf then would have to reach the elf faster, but he didn't know how to track down the elf. He had never done such a thing before.
He silently followed them.
The orc leading in the front grunted,
"The trail is getting close, I can smell the elf stronger here. He is up ahead, I am sure. It looks like we are going to have elf for dinner."
The other five orcs laughed. He didn't know. It looked like they were, but he had never seen a more weird laughter. They looked at each other sinisterly.
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After a few minutes of walking the orc stopped.
"It looks like we have the trail ending here. I think who ever the elf is not the one we are searching, we should go back to the other group. At least we still can have one elf for dinner."
The other five orcs grunted and turned back to the way they came from. After a few minutes, a figure stepped out of the shadow.
The figure slowly followed after the orc troop.
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Harry followed silently, the saw the troll stiffen. He noticed the troll sniff the air. He knew the injured elf was nearby.
He was preparing himself to defend the elf.
As soon as they stepped passed the trees, the unexpected happened.
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Its prey was near, the one that hurt it. It sniffed the air, the prey was near. As soon as it stepped beyond the tree, it saw the prey. It pulled itself free of the chain and it charged to kill the prey.
"ROARRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Elrohir suddenly woke up at the sound of the troll, he saw it. He saw his death coming to him. The beast was charging at him with fury. He was aching all over. He couldn't move. He was sure of his death and looked at it in the eye.
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At the troll sound, the figure in the shadow stiffened. The orcs had stopped for a second and quickened their pace.
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Harry never expected the troll to charge at the injured elf, he guessed the elf to be the one to almost kill the troll. He noticed the orcs holding the chain were thrown at the trees nearby. He didn't have time to plan it.
He just came out of the shadow and cast a banishing charm on the elf pushing him to the side, just as the troll swung the sword at him.
The troll's roar made the horse run into the woods. The troll's sword meet thin air. The troll turned in confusion. The orcs had sensed his presence and turned to attack him. The three remaining orcs charged at him.
"Reducto!" , the ground before the orcs burst making the orcs jump back in fright. The orcs were hesitant to attack him.
Harry noticed that the troll once again found its prey and was charging at the elf. He had to get there. He immediately ran towards the orcs, who were standing between him and the troll.
"Reducto!"
The orc in the centre received the full brunt of the curse and exploded. Bones and flesh flew in all directions. The other two orcs were not lucky either, they flew back and hit trees and fell down with a thud.
Harry ran towards the troll,
"Stupefy!"
The curse had no effect on the troll, but the troll paused for a second.
"Reducto!"
The curse hit the trolls hand, and it roared. It had not caused much damage. But it stopped the attack. The troll turned towards him.
Harry came to a halt. Before Harry had time to react, the troll charged on him. Harry barely jumped as the huge sword in the trolls hand came crashing down on the spot he stood.
Harry rolled again, barely missing the troll's sword.
The elf shouted at Harry,
"Its week under the throat, kill it with your sword."
It was then he realized that the sword of Gryffindor.
Harry rolled again barely avoiding the huge sword. The trolled roared in frustration of not being able to hit him.
"ROARRRR!!!!!!!!"
The elf threw a small knife on the troll's injured hand, amazing accuracy.
That was all the time he needed. He summoned his sword and it glowed once again in his hand. The troll had already left Harry and charged at the elf.
Harry instantly apparted and arrived with a pop in front of the startled elf. It didn't stop the troll as it brought the sword down on him. He brought his glowing sword to face the incoming sword.
A resounding clang echoed through the clearing, Harry grunted as he felt the force behind the blow but the sword took most of it. He did however feel the pain in his arm. Immediately he brought the sword in a swing and rolled past the troll cutting the trolls legs and forming deep gash on one of its legs.
The troll roared again.
Harry didn't give it chance to re gain its strength. He swung the sword around cutting the sword along its thick black armor. The sword of Gryffindor had cut through the Basilik's skin. This armor was nothing. It cut through the armor like as if it was paper.
"ROAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!", black blood flowed of the troll. It swung at him blindly. But Harry rolled again and brought the sword up in an under hand swing to cut through the troll's neck.
The sword cut the neck in half. The neck was hanging loosely of the troll. The troll's body swayed and fell to the ground with a resounding thud.
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Elrohir was stunned. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He say a shadow figure slay the troll. And the sword the figure was wielding was glowing in the dark. It cut through the orcs armor.
He didn't know if this was friend or foe.
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Harry looked at the dead troll. He waited for the bile to rise. He waited for the feeling of killing another living being come. He waited and waited. He stood still. But he didn't get it. He didn't feel a thing. Then he looked at the elf.
"Hello."
Obviously the elf was stunned when he heard him speak the language of the elves.
"How do you speak our tongue? Who are you?" coughed the elf. His injuries were obvious.
"I am not going to harm you. I can help you heal your wounds. Will you let me help you."
"NO! Who are you? Don't come close," the elf tried to raise his sword. But he didn't seem to have the strength. He looked at Harry defiantly. He looked from Harry's sword to the cloak and then something must have clicked because he looked furious at Harry. If looks could kill, Harry would be dead by now.
"You are the sorcerer. The one that killed my friend Legolas. I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!".
Harry was surprised at the elf's conviction as he stood up despite his wounds. Harry knew if he didn't try to heal the elf now, then the elf would die.
Hey wandlessly cast a stunner at the elf. But the elf dodge. But Harry was quick. He sent another two stunners, predicting the elf's move.
The elf fell to the second stunner. As the elf feel, Harry heard a twang of the bow. He rolled to avoid the arrow on an instinct. But the arrow clipped his ears, drawing blood. Harry was angry now.
He rolled without stopping brought up his solid shield with a silent murmur,
"Conferdus!"
Two more black arrows feel against his shield. Five orcs moved from the shadow of the tree.
Harry was more than ready this time. He looked at the orcs staring at him and his glowing sword. They were scared, he could see it in their twisted faces. He didn't give them time to react, holding the shield up in one hand he cast his spell,
"REDUCTO!", the spell was more powerful than his previous ones as the spell was channeled through the sword of Gryffindor. Three orcs took the brunt of the spell and exploded in gore. The other two were lucky, they hit the nearby tree. They got up to run away from him.
"Twang!" "Twang!"
Two arrows hit the running orcs simultaneously. A figure stood in the shadow of a tree a little away from the orcs.
Harry immediately sensed the other elf.
"Legolas."
"Harry" said the elf as he stepped out of the shadow. He then looked at the other elf lying down near the tree. He swiftly moved to the other elf.
"Is he dead?"
"No he is just stunned."
"What?"
"I have just put him to sleep. He wouldn't let me help him. He thought I killed you."
"Can you heal him?"
"I don't know. I am not good at healing. I am just learning. But I can try. We must get him back to the tent."
"The what?… Never mind. But your place is far. Will he live till then."
"I don't know. But we better hurry. I could put some basic healing charms on him."
"Scelro", the gash on the elf's arm barely healed.
Harry pointed the Gryffindor sword at the elf and said the charm again.
The gash healed better. But the elf was still breathing hard.
"I think he has broken some ribs and bones".
"Well I don't know how to heal them. I need my books."
"Let's go then."
Harry picked up a stick,
"Point me Tent."
The stick rotated and pointed into the woods.
"Mobilocorpus", the elf was floating behind him.
Legolas followed Harry. They quickened their pace and reached the tent in fifteen minutes. Harry immediately went to his room. He opened the trunk.
Legolas looked at him questioningly.
"Well come on."
"What? Into that box?"
"Yes. Its my secret chamber."
Legolas looked amazingly.
He followed Harry in a daze. He was amazed at what he saw. The room was huge. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He followed Harry into a huge library. It was not as large as the elven archives in Mirkwood, but it was huge.
Harry immediately conjured a bed for the elf, picturing it in his mind.
Harry picked up the healing book he had. He then came to the elf and cast the diagnostic charm on the elf's body.
A ghostly image of the elf's internal body floated on top of it.
"He broke his arm at three places. He has broken a rib also. I can heal the rib. But I don't think there is charm to heal the bone that is broken at such an extent. I can give me some potion to re grow his bones. Do you know him?"
"He is my friend Elrohir. He is also a Prince. But of the elves of Rivendall. Why do you ask?"
"As I said, I can re grow his bones. But I only have around five in stock. I don't think I would get another one hear. Since I don't have the potion ingredients to make them. I could just mend the bones and let them re grow at a normal pace."
"Okay. I understand. You heal his ribs and mend his bones, I will take him back to Mirkwood so that he can heal completely."
"Sano Costae", the sword glowed in his hand.
He again cast the diagnostic charm.
Harry sighed in relief.
"The ribs have healed."
"Costae embrindo."
Once again Harry saw that the bones were put back in the right positions.
He sighed and sat down on the chair.
"Thank you."
Harry looked at Legolas.
"Not a problem. It was the least I could do."
The silence between them was very thick. Legolas broke the silence.
"So will you help us?"
"I don't know Legolas. I don't know. I still have a lot to train before I could take on a God."
"I could help you with the sword and bow. I can see that you have no idea how to use the sword. I am not very good at it, but I could ask the right people to help you."
"I am not talking about the sword, I am talking about my magic. I still don't have it under control. I have just come of age in my world. Barely a month. I still have lots of magic that I need to master. I am no use to you in my present condition."
"Be that may, you can learn with time. But your presence with the elves would help."
Harry looked at him questioningly.
"You see whenever, I am near you, my elven sense have peaked up. We elves have a connection to the Valar, our forefather, our gods. This connection strengthens in your presence. The elves could use all the help we can."
"I understand you need. But I need to think this over. I need to device a plan. I need to talk to someone."
"Who?"
"My mother."
"What? I thought you were alone?"
"I have a portrait of her in the nearby room. I wanted to talk with her before I do anything."
The elf looked in confusion.
"A magical portrait, with some of my mother's memories."
"I understand. But I have to leave with my friend now. I have to take him back to my people. How will you find me again?"
Harry was in a deep thought. He then got up suddenly and walked to the nearby room. He came back after a moment. He was carrying something in his hand.
He gave Legolas a small mirror. Legolas looked at Harry. He was confused again.
"This is a magical mirror, given to me by my godfather. My father and he had used it to talk to each other. Drop a drop of blood in yours. I have dropped a drop in mine."
Legolas did as Harry asked him.
Harry took the paper he had in his hand. He read the charm and memorized it. He then took both the mirrors and kept it on the table and cast the incantation on the paper.
Both the mirrors glowed as the spell was cast successfully.
"Well take it to the other room and say my name in it. My full name is Harry James Potter. You can just say Harry Potter."
Legolas walked to the other room and said "Harry Potter" into the mirror. After a second, Harry's face appeared on it. Legolas was amazed at the mirror's magic. He had seen his father having a huge magical mirror that he used to talk to the others in the white council. But this was even more useful.
"Well you can use it to talk to me from anywhere. The note says it doesn't matter the distance, but you can talk to me", said Harry as Legolas walked back into the room.
Legolas nodded.
"But Legolas, I need you to keep this a secret. You can tell your father about me. But leave the details out. Just say my name is Harry. I will change my appearance once I leave here. I will leave this forest and go to the town nearby. I want to look around and when I am ready I will come to help you. But if there is an emergency you can contact me. I will be there as soon as I can."
Legolas nodded.
Harry then conjured a cast to help the elf's hand. He then helped Legolas take the elf out of the tent. He was surprised to see a horse standing there.
Legolas didn't seem surprised.
"It is Elrohir's horse. His father's gift to him."
Harry nodded in understanding. He helped Legolas to lift his friend on to the horse. He bid Legolas farewell.
"Until next time."
"See you soon my friend."
He waited till Legolas vanished from the sight. He sighed and entered the tent again. He walked straight to the training room. He stood in front of his sleeping mother's portrait.
He steadied himself and said,
"Lily Evans", the portrait didn't wake up.
He again said, " Lily Potter."
The portrait stirred and familiar green emerald eyes stared at him with love, a smile graced his mother's portrait.
"Hello Harry."
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"Mum."
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Reviews people,,, reviews.. I apologies for the delay once again. The real life is not easy to get away from. I would like to thank all my reviewers. I hope you guys like the plot progressing as of now.
I would also like to say to a few reviewers about their questions.
"No Harry will NOT become super powerful. You will see that in the next chapter."
"The story is not a slash. I might agree with Dumbledore being gay. But not Harry."
"Its going to be a long book. I know a few people think that having multiple views to the plot is frustrating. But I picture the story in my head in different angles. If I cut it short, then the story will become short. One person can only think that much. The story is a Harry Point of view story, yes. But I would also like to show other people's point of view at times."
"The fellowship will be there in the story too. These things are happening before it."
I hope I clarified a few questions. I wish for people to review more. I would really love to see the number go up. Looking forward to more reviews. See you guys in the next chapter. A real battle.
Harry gets ganged up by Gandalf, Galadriel and Thranduil. Its going to be a slaughter.