"Sauronion: Son of Sauron"

By Loki Palmer

Author's Note: Harry Potter and all related characters are the property of J.K. Rowling. Lord of the Rings, the Silmarillion, and all related characters and languages are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien.

Chapter 10

In Manwë's palace of Ilmarin sat the Council of the Ainur, looking upon a young man kneeling before them in reverence.

Manwë said, "Erio, randir neth in emain." (Rise, young pilgrim of worlds.)

The young man lifted himself off the ground. "Man aníra i Hír edh Rodyn?" (What does the Lord of the Valar desire?)

"Toll i lú, annech etholed na i amar. Heimdall le mennatha tri Pifrost." (The time has come, for you to return to the world. Heimdall will send you through the Bifrost.)

Elbereth came to the young man and kissed his forehead in blessing. "Bado na 'eilu vín." (Go with our blessings.)

~SAURONION~

The young man arrived at the Bifrost, where Heimdall met him.

"How does it look down there in Middle Earth, Heimdall?"

"It is peaceful there for now, young Prince. Are you ready to go back?"

"On another adventure? It seems like such a long time ..."

Heimdall smiled. "Time means nothing for a Son of Lightning such as yourself. Your many years of preparation in Valinor should add much to what you already have."

"Has the thought ever crossed your mind that you are growing too old for this? No offense meant, of course; you're a great watchman."

"Nay, Your Highness, it has not. We are who we are, and we can be nothing else than that."

"Wise words to live by, Heimdall. Does your Farsight tell you how this will end?"

"Nay, it tells me nothing beyond the Lady Galadriel's vision. It all hinges on this young man touched by the darkness. If he falls, nothing will stop the downfall of Middle Earth itself - not even you. If your return threatens the safety of the realm of Valinor, I will not open the Bifrost to you. May Your Highness fare well on his journey, and may the Valar bless it."

These were the last words the young man heard as the Bifrost opened ...

~SAURONION~

... and shot him straight down through the atmosphere of Middle Earth for a painful landing.

He winced as he got up and cracked his joints back into place. Why did Bifrost travel have to rattle the human body so? Where did he land? What day was this?

All that noise, someone would have noticed him by now. He looked up. Yes. Someone did notice him.

"Petunia Dursley, I presume?"

She looked at him in shock. "Yes ... how do you know me? Who are you?"

That was one good sign. He had landed in Surrey, England.

"Ma'am, my name is not important now. I am a friend of Harry Potter, and by the River Styx, I mean him no harm." Thunder boomed to emphasize Heaven's acceptance of his oath, the greatest any Olympian could make. "Has he gone to school yet?"

"Yes, he has. Are you okay? You look hurt."

"Rough landing. Don't worry; I will be right as rain in a few moments."

"Would you like to come in and have some tea before you go on?"

"Thanks for the offer, but I will have to decline for now. Maybe later; someone is bound to come looking for me with the entrance I made."

"HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD WHERE I CAN SEE THEM, STRANGER!" said a voice behind him.

"Ει λεγεις του διαβολου, φανησεται." (If you speak of the Devil, he shall appear), he said under his breath.

"I'M NOT GOING TO SAY IT AGAIN! HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD!"

Petunia ran inside the house. The young man turned around, his hands above his head as requested. Before him stood two female Aurors. Putting on a charming smile, he said, "How may I be of service, Officers?"

One of the Aurors had a monocle in her eye, and a take-no-bovine-excrement attitude.

"The Ministry of Magic sensed a magical disturbance out here, so it sent us to investigate. I assume you were the source of the disturbance?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm afraid I was. Am I under arrest?"

"I doubt it. Hold still while I scan the area." She did so, and looked at him with a puzzled frown. "You say you were the cause, yet the residual magic in the area does not correspond to you, stranger. Identify yourself."

"I have went under a number of names during my pilgrimages, but here I am Arphen Randir, Prince of the Houses of Olympus and Asgard."

"Pilgrimages, Your Highness?"

"Alas, telling of my pilgrimages would be a long story ... several, in fact, Madam –?"

"Amelia Bones, Sire. I am the Head of the DMLE. The Auror with me here is Auror Tonks."

Arphen looked at the other Auror. She was younger than Madam Bones and had bubblegum-pink hair. He shot her a saucy wink, while she returned with a blush on her face.

"Charmed to make your acquaintances. What day is today?"

"October 31st, Sire."

"Well, it seems I timed the TARDIS to arrive at the right time ..."

This muttered comment drew a confused gaze from the both of them. "The what?"

"It's from a Muggle television show named Dr. Who, about an eccentric genius who goes traveling through the space-time continuum in a machine called the TARDIS. It's like a Time-Turner, only it can go both ways. In my case, the TARDIS happens to be a mythological rainbow bridge called the Bifrost. That must be causing the residual magic that you are finding here, Madam Bones."

"That makes ... some ... sense. Can I confirm your personal information with the Ministry?"

He shrugged. "Meh ... I don't see the harm ... just don't get on my bad side ... you won't like it if you do."

He whistled, and a large hammer flew to his hand. A lightning bolt struck it, illuminating the area and causing the Aurors to back up in fear.

"Μη φοβεισθε. Φοβος υμιν φυσικος εστιν, αλλ' ου κινδυνευτε παρα μου." (Fear not. Your fear is natural, but you are not in danger from me.)

A bright flash of lightning later, he was gone. His next stop: Hogwarts!

Author's Note: Well, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Review, please! More to come … :)

Smiles,

Loki Palmer