Finishing the war on Voldemort, Harry finds himself landing in Middle Earth as a young Elf. His journey is filled with dangers Harry could never have imagined. Horrors hidden in Middle Earth almost break Harry. His journey towards safety eventually leads him to a new family in an Elf kingdom, but how long will it be before he trusts those who have come to love him?

Mentions of child abuse and angst.

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Harry was extremely startled the next morning when Aragorn woke him. He was still exhausted and his body burned from the wounds that he knew were infected. The paste the man applied soothed the burning somewhat but they were nothing compared to the healing salves he was use to from Hogwarts.

He jumped as Aragorn spoke to him urgently, urging him to remain quiet and calm. Harry blinked at him as a heavy cloak was wrapped around Harry, enfolding him into a bundle that Aragorn then carried against his chest. Harry lifted his one arm to wrap around Aragorn's neck, before Aragorn hurried out of the room and ran down a set of stairs in the back that Harry hadn't noticed the previous day.

He could hear the man's heart beat hammering in his chest beneath where his head leaned, but he could barely see from outside the cloak. He was jerked from Aragorn's chest and barely kept his startled cry in, as the cloak was readjusted around him and he found himself on top of a huge horse. Within moments, Aragorn had attached his bags to the side of the horse and sat himself behind Harry, shuffling Harry against his body once again.

The air whipped around Harry as the horse galloped off away from the inn where Harry had stayed. He took a chance and lifted his head over Aragorn's shoulder to peer behind him. He lost his breath the moment his eyes made contact with the Hagrid-man who was standing outside the inn.

The man yelled out at Aragorn, his tone filled with anger. Harry could feel the horse pick up its pace into a full run as Aragorn swore, leaning his body down closer to Harry and the horse.

As the crest of the woods got closer, a swish in the air surprised Harry. He followed the movement in the air and found an arrow in the ground. He clamped his eyes closed, holding on tighter to Aragorn. He feared his luck would continue as it always did, and Aragorn would pay the price.

"Please, please, keep us safe!" Harry began repeatedly muttering, his tiny voice carrying around him. "Please, please, help us!"

When the horse landed after a tall jump, Harry steeled himself and pulled himself up once again to see how they were fairing. He took a look over Aragorn's shoulder, and could see vines and tree branches seemingly falling into the path that Aragorn had just left. The few horses behind them were slowing down, and one outright stopped, unwilling to enter the woods further. A few arrows were still landing near them, but they were quickly making distance between themselves and the men.

It was about ten minutes later that Harry felt the horse slow down into a gentle gallop. The path they had fled was now almost entirely overgrown with vines.

"Are you hurt at all?" asked Aragorn, his dark eyes peering down at Harry. Harry shook his head no.

"That was quite some skills you have," Aragorn said, as he patted the horses' neck and continued to lead the horse onward. "I have friends among the woodland elves who have gifts to communicate with the land but it isn't often that I see these gifts."

Harry wasn't sure how to respond so he kept quiet. Luckily, Aragorn didn't seem to mind the silence as they continued on. He wasn't sure what happened to his magic. He hadn't even realized he was using his magic when he was calling out for help, for he didn't even know who would hear his pleas. But now, he could feel the buzz in his body that came after the use of magic. He was so relieved that his magic hadn't left him, and more, he could access it without his wand!

But Harry had so many questions. Why didn't his magic work earlier? Where was he? Why was Aragorn taking care of him? How far away from Hogwarts was he? He knew he was no longer in the Muggle or Wizarding world, but he knew he never paid enough attention in History to learn about the other types of communities. If only Hermione was here... Feeling overwhelmingly homesick, Harry leaned tighter against the man, wondering what his next move should be. He had no idea where Aragorn was taking him, and he still wasn't sure how much information he should share. Here he was, eighteen years old, and unable to do anything for himself. Would the man stop helping him if he realized Harry was much older than his new body seemed? With that, Harry decided to keep quiet, rather than start any conversations that might lead to questions he couldn't answer.

"You'll like Imladris, Little one. My father, Elrond, has a fondness for all children, one that seems to outshine even the love that all elves have for the young."

Harry curled his fingers tighter in the cloth of Aragorn's shirt. He had a decision to make. Did he keep his identity a secret? Could he risk being abandoned again because of his age? Or would they abandon him regardless, as seemed to happen frequently to him. Harry scrunched his face up in thought. He knew Aragorn was bringing him to Imladris to give him away to his father. His elf father... Would the Elves take care of him, help him find his way home and turn his body back into that of an adult? Or would they expect something from him, like the Hagrid-like man had?

He hadn't noticed that he started trembling, but he could feel the soft rubbing of Aragorn's hand upon his back. Aragorn began singing a soft song that had to have been a lullaby. Harry found himself caught up in the song, and soon fell asleep to the gentle rhythms of it.

It was Aragorn's soft voice that woke him from his deep slumber. Harry couldn't remember his dreams but he knew they were not the regular nightmares that he'd grown use to. He always remembered those, and awoke with an adrenalin rush afterwards.

"Little one, look ahead," Aragorn said softly. Harry turned his head around and looked out before him. He could see beautiful stone archways, elaborate houses, and buildings that looked like castles but so different than that of Hogwarts. Harry could barely keep his neck from straining as he peered everywhere around him in awe. Aragorn chuckled from above him, his warm breath flitting against Harry's head. Aragorn got off the horse and pulled Harry onto his hip.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Aragorn asked, his face full of pride as he looked around. Harry could only nod.

Two people suddenly appeared before them and began speaking to Aragorn. They kept glancing at him, but Harry ignored their looks and their conversation and decided to study them instead. The first thing Harry noticed was how incredibly tall they were. They towered over Aragorn even. They had pale skin, angular features, and long straight hair. And they had the same pointed ears as Harry. Is this how Harry would look like if he didn't get his normal body back? Somethings, like how lean they were, wasn't startling to Harry, as Harry always knew he was skinnier than most people he knew. But they were tall. If Harry didn't change back, would he end up growing tall like them? That would be neat... Would the chance to be tall, rather than the shortest boy in his age group, be reason enough to want to keep this body? Part of Harry knew it was an absurd thought but the other part of him, that which remembered being taunted for his height all of his life, was still playing with the idea.

"Come Little one, I shall introduce you to my father," said Aragorn as he followed the two elves up the stairs. Harry continued to stare at them, wondering about their odd style of clothing.

"Have you not seen other elves before?" asked Aragorn, worry etched in his voice. Apparently, Harry was paying a little too much attention to the elves in front of him. One of the elves looked back at Harry, a concerned look on his face. Harry hid his face into Aragorn's chest, not wanting to answer.

Harry could feel the stress in the air as they walked silently through the halls to Aragorn's father. Harry huffed. He felt as though he had barely any time to figure things out and he was entirely unsure of how much information he should share.

"It's alright little one, you'll like my father, and you'll love it here in Imladris." Aragorn said, his voice soothing Harry somewhat. Harry turned his body slightly to look around him. The halls were just as grand as the outside. They entered a room that appeared to be a study. There was a huge wooden carved desk with parchment and books upon it. The man at the desk looked up as they entered, a broad smile upon his face before they even crossed the foothold of the room.

"Welcome home Estel, and to you, Little one, welcome to our home. I am Lord Elrond." Harry instantly liked the man. He continued to examine the man in front of him, as the man appeared to be studying him back. Harry noted the silver circlet on his head, remembering that Aragorn had called him a lord.

"Perhaps it's best that the two of you wash up and rest for the evening. I can meet you in your rooms to see to your wounds. I'm sure it was a long journey here." Lord Elrond said to Aragorn even as his eyes remained softly upon Harry.

Even though Harry slept most of the journey here, he was tired already. He wasn't sure if it should blame his young body or his injuries, but another bath sounded pleasing to him. So far, this place seemed safe and comforting, but Harry was sure most of that feeling came from Aragorn himself. Harry was suddenly feeling very guilty, remembering the people in the other rooms, the other children who should have been rescued, rather than himself. He bit his lip apprehensively before turning his gaze back to the lord's grey eyes.

"Can you save them?" Harry asked, looking up at the lord. "Can you go save the others?"

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