LOTR: Harry ends up sharing the mind with Aragorn after touching an object. While there Harry learns all about how to be a king, leader, healer, Ranger and warrior. After the War of the Ring, Harry returns to his own mind and body where the physical changes and training of Aragorn remain only he is now 21 as is everyone else. Works with Dumbledore and Hermione on how to survive through the war.

Don't own Potter verse still nor do I own LOTR. They belong to JKR and JRR Tolkien.

Harry pushed the door to a small store open and slipped inside. All of the stares that he had been getting as he walked up the alley had been disturbing. It seemed they were all perfectly content to have whispered conversations about him behind his back. He had decided to flee into this shop since it would give him a few minutes respite as it wasn't one of the shops that he normally went into. It was a shop filled with odds and ends of various types and makes. Enchantments on various items in the store made the place awash in sound and color. He was all set to start his fifth year at Hogwarts after he was done getting all of the supplies that he needed. The boy wondered when people would start to believe him about the whole mess with Voldemort's return after the tri-wizard tournament. The boy was still slightly shell shocked that they had tried to expel him just to get him out of the way. Of course if you listened to Moody it was really to silence him.

Harry's eyes scanned the room hoping that he would find a gift that would be appreciated by his best friend Hermione Granger. Her birthday would be coming up doing the school year and he wanted to get her something special. As he wandered around he noticed a shiny crystal ball orb sitting on the table. He grinned at the idea of getting his friend one of those as she had little to no patience for that branch of magic. He wondered if he could get a crystal ball that actually did something and reached down and touched the ball. He heard a dinging sound and looked up to see Hermione walking in.

"Harry!" The young witch shouted. "Are you almost ready?"

"Just a sec Mione." He said to her.

Hermione nodded but her face quickly changed to a shriek. "Harry," she shouted out, "your hand."

The boy turned to look down and saw that his hand, no his entire arm was glowing. The glow was brightest where he was touching the crystal ball. He tried to pull his arm free and let go of the object but it was like it was stuck to his hand. The raven haired teen turned to look at his friend. "Hermione!" He shouted hoping she would be able to help him out of this mess. A blinding flash erupted from the orb and Harry knew no more.

Harry heard a sound and forced his eyes opened and noticed that he appeared to be in sort of forest. Had the orb he grabbed been some sort of portkey?

"Who's there?" A young voice asked nervously.

Harry tried to move in surprise but found himself frozen since the figure that had spoken had been him. The thing was though no matter how much he tried he couldn't move.

"Who's there?" The voice repeated even as Harry felt himself backing away. Harry tried to consider what had happened and thought of Hermione and Dumbledore and how they might get themselves out of this mess if they were in it. As he thought of them the image of an old man much like Dumbledore flashed through his mind as he thought. This man had a long beard and a crooked nose as well. Instead of Dumbledore's normal style of dress though this man carried a staff and wore all gray and didn't wear the glasses that Dumbledore was so well known for.

As if summoned the man that he had thought up suddenly appeared before him. "Mirthiander!" Harry heard himself speak yet he knew it wasn't him speaking. "Help me there's a voice in my head!" The young voice cried out clutching at his head.

The old man strode forward and peered into their eyes. "Clear your thoughts young Estel." The old man barked as his eyes shone brightly and Harry suddenly felt an overwhelming presence confronting him. "Who are you that dares to intrude on the thoughts of this child?" The old man growled out.

"How should I know?" Harry thought back at the old man. "One minute I'm in a shop the next I'm here wherever here is and can't even move."

"How did you get into the head of my charge?" The old man questioned.

"The head of your charge? You mean I'm in someone else's body?" Harry asked nervously. "Get me out of here then."

"Would that I could young one, but I fear that the answer lies within yours and young Estel's minds." The old man said his eyes softening. "I am sorry Estel, but you have a passenger for the moment. I know not how we will release him but I shall look into it. Until then learn to work as one. Who knows this figure may have some skills that you can use in the battles that are to come."

"Do I have a choice in this?" The boy asked sounding somewhat mutinous at the idea of having to share his mind with another person.

"I'm hardly happy about this my own self." Harry though out at him in annoyance. "You think that I planned for this? I happen to have my own life to live and my own things going on. Instead I'm stuck in some little kids head."

"Be quiet." The young boy said glaring up into the sky.

"I'm afraid you are stuck with him for now." The old man informed the boy ignoring the conversation that the boy was having right now. "For now you will have to learn to be one. Hopefully Lord Elrond or the Lady of the Wood will know of some way to remove the boy from your mind. "

"Yes sir." the boy grumbled.

"Don't think that this is a holiday for me buddy." Harry growled at the boy.

"Well excuse me for wanting my thoughts to be my own." The boy snapped at him. "Wait, did you just talk to me?" Aragorn questioned.

"Ah good you are learning to communicate." Gandalf said to the pair. "Come now, it is time to return to your lessons on healing. Go and find us some athelas so that we may continue. You also have some other lessons to go through today still."

Harry sighed for some reason everything that Aragorn was learning he was learning as well. Gandalf used his mind reading tricks to quiz each of them separately on everything that they were learning. A pair of elf brothers were teaching them tracking and hunting as well and Harry felt all of the aches that the other boy was feeling he wondered how long that this was going to last and whether or not this Lord Elrond would be able to separate the two of them from whatever it was that had forced them together.

Elrond nodded to the figure that sat in the chair. This boy was like his son and he would do his best to free his charge from the small bit of darkness that he sensed coming from the entity that had joined with the future king. He would be using an old cleansing ritual that would destroy the evil that he could sense. Raising his hands as he poured water over the boy he began to chant. The elf lord had been chanting for an hour when a lighting bolt like scar appeared on the boy's forehead. Another hour and the scar had changed from a fresh red welt to a glowing green scar. With a final gesture the elf Lord made a cutting like movement and they all watched as the evil green energy turned to mist or smoke and seemed to slowly be fanned away by an invisible wind.

The Elf Lord leaned tiredly against the wall. "Is he still there?" He rasped out as he looked at the boy hopefully.

Mirthander strode forward and stared into the eyes of the young future king. "Well young Harry, are you still in there?"

"Yeah I am." Harry thought back weakly. "And let me tell you that hurt whatever you did but I also feel better. What did you do us, er me anyways?"

"We removed a dark presence that was silently inhabiting the body alongside of you and Aragorn." The wizard explained to them. "We were actually unsure as to whether or not it was you that we were sensing."

"Well who knows? Hey can you ask Aragorn to try something? I want him to raise his hand and say lumos."

"And what will this do?" The wizard questioned.

"Well, it should just give me a small ball of light or it will do nothing."

"Very well." The old wizard repeated the request to the boy. Harry felt the arm come up and he ordered his magic to work like it would with a wand. Aragorn had drawn a wooden practice dagger and spoke the spell and Harry let out a nervous laugh as he saw a small ball of light appear on the tip of the practice weapon before it flickered out.

"Impressive, so you were not telling tales when you told me you come from a place where they train young mages." Mirthirander noted as he watched the pair try and hold the spell. "I believe that it will take time before you can perform spells with the ease that you once did though."

"Yeah, besides I wasn't allowed to start practicing magic until I was eleven." Harry thought out.

"Eleven," Aragorn grumbled, "we got to wait that long?"

"The age of apprenticeship is a reasonable age to wait to use magic young one." The wizard chided the boy. "In fact, it's one that I approve of. You are both ordered to wait until you reach that age to begin using magic is that understood."

"Yes sir."

"Besides, you have many other lessons to learn such as hunting, swordsmanship, and tracking right now. You will not be lacking in things to do despite being unable to use magic." The old wizard informed them with a chuckle.

Harry chuckled a bit at Aragorn as the young man watched the elf maiden in the forest. "You do remember who's daughter that is right?" Harry asked his partner curiously. "I mean I share headspace with you meaning that if you lose your head I lose my head as well near as we can tell. Something that I would personally like to escape from."

"I know exactly who's daughter she is." Aragorn bitterly thought back at the presence in his mind. "The heart does not make these sorts of choices with what is easy though. Sometimes it makes the poorest choice possible. When it does that we must choose to ignore it or we must battle for what it is that we desire most and come forth with what we can over the battle." He returned to the figure within his mind.

"Hey, just thought I'd remind you before you went and embarrassed yourself." Harry returned to the Ranger. "No reason to get all poetic on me. Save that for when you have explain it all to her father. I know I'd rather not have Lord Elrond chasing after us. I mean he is one of the ring bearers after all."

Harry sighed as he felt Estel or Strider as they were known in these parts glance around the crappy inn that they were waiting for their people. The Hobbits had finally shown up and each of them looked like they could be the one that they were looking for. Thankfully Gandalf had forced the image of the required image into their head. Harry sighed inside he had mostly given up on ever becoming free from this mental cage that he had been stuck in for nearly eighty years.

He forgot his thoughts and focused back on the matter at hand though as he turned back to watching the group of Hobbits. Instead of the two as Gandalf had informed him of there were four of them. They all looked scared and nervous as if the journey from the Shire to the Prancing Pony had been much more difficult than it should have been.

"What do you think?" Strider asked the wizard that lived in his head.

"Something's up." Harry returned to him. "Worst case scenario is that Sauron's people have already started to come up here and hunt them down. In case you forgot everything that the Gollum creature probably talked about when he was under the tender mercies of the eye? It could be that they're already onto us and this is just the beginning of what's to come. If that's the case then we'll have to be even faster and more careful than we thought."

"They aren't ready though." Strider argued with the wizard in his head. "They are a soft people that are unused to this sort of thing. They have five meals a day and you honestly think that they are going to be ready in just a few moments to make their mission even harder than it already is?"

"Choice is gone from us." Harry noted as they watched one of the Hobbits disappear from the middle of the floor.

"Let's get him out of there before he and his friends cause even more troubles then." Aragorn replied as he rose from his seat and searching for the wayward Hobbit that had foolishly slipped the Ring on. The two knew that their time was now limited as Sauron and the Wraiths would be able to sense the Ring now that its power was being used.

"How long do you reckon it will be before the Wraiths come now though Estel? None of us are ready to get into a fight with those things. Particularly not here, they'll tear right through us before we can manage to do any true damage to them."

"True, and to make it worse I'm betting that all nine of them are here which that means that the Witch King is here as well." Aragorn noted to his companion. As he caught the Hobbit up and dragged him out of the main room and into another.

"We'll just have to be careful now, worry about the midgets right now though before someone does something stupid and tries to get into a fight with you."

The Hobbits were defenseless against the Nazgul there was only one other thing that they could do against them that might work. THe pair were actually cursing the hobbits and their need for constant food. The only one that understood secrecy had at leaast made them back had often wondered if this would work it looked like now was the time to find out. Raising the 'wand' they shouted." Expto Patronus." He watched as a giant stag accompanied by an eagle erupted from his sword sheath and pushed the Ring Wraiths away from the small Hobbits. Harry/Strider grinned in triumph. It seemed that the spell also worked on these creatures as well. The sword sheath was reinforced with Holly wood and had heartstring from the dragon Smaug worked into it. The hunt for the heartstrings had not been fun as he had to dive beneath Lake Town and find the dragon and then slice and hack his way through the monster until he could find the piece that he needed to get into the chest. He had also retrieved the Black Arrow and returned it to the people as the arrow was something of a symbol to the people that had survived the attack of the last of the great dragons.

Concentrating on the spell he whispered it again and this time the sheath glowed with a silver mist surrounding it but didn't leave the sheath. They now had something that they could hit the creatures with. A weapon that could cause them pain. Even if he couldn't kill them he could now cause them all sorts of hurting. It might make them hesitate from continuing their fight if they were worried about actual pain.

"Well your king now, what's the next?" Harry asked his companion curiously. He wondered what their next move would be. "It's not like we can go to Disneyworld or anything like that."

"Now we enjoy being king I suppose, or at least start rebuilding the world back to the way it should be." Aragorn returned to the voice in his head.

"I fear not sir king." Gandalf said from where he was standing watching the figure. "The time for goodbyes draws near. Even for the two of you. I have finally discovered how to return young Harry to his home and world. Merely grasp the palantír once more and that which holds you here will be broken and you will be able to return to your own world."

"We need to do it then." Harry returned. "I have other duties that I have to deal with. I can't just ignore them."

"Fine, let me change into something that will look better if something like my clothes cross over with you though." Aragorn returned to his friend.

Sounds like a plan. Soon the pair stood before the palantír. "Well go ahead, let's get me out of your head then." Harry said as the two of them stared down at the round object that could very well mean his way home.

"Goodbye my friend." Aragorn said. "I shall miss your companionship."

"Me too Mate." Harry returned as he realized the he would probably never see or sense his friend ever again.

"Before you leave, I want you to take this." Gandalf commanded as he handed Aragorn his sword. "Something tells me that you'll need it where you're going. I don't know if anything will travel with you but this way you'll have a chance should you appear amongst enemies. We shall al miss you even if some never knew that they met you Harry." The old wizard told the spirit that rested along side the King.

"Yeah, I'll miss you too." Harry returned gruffly as he felt a wave of emotion come over him as he considered what it was that he was about to gain and what he would loose. He was tempted to stay in this world. He had fought for it just as much as Aragorn however it was his duty as a knight and warrior to try and go back. If Voldemort was still around then he needed to be the one to deal with him. They grasped the palantír and a familiar light began creeping up over them. Harry felt a glow surround them.

Harry opened his eyes and blinked and felt his body truly respond to him in the first time in nearly a century. Standing up he looked down and grinned. He was dressed as a Ranger of the North complete with an elvish cloak that would help him hide anywhere in the forest. He saw a mirror and grinned as he saw his own face peer back at him he was back. At least he thought it was his face he appeared to have aged a few years since he had disappeared. He looked around and noticed that he appeared to have returned to the small shop that he had been in when the whole mess had started. It looked like he would just have to leave the store and begin searching for the answers that he needed. He would have to check how long he had been gone and what had happened to Voldemort while he had been stuck in Middle Earth. He felt around his clothes and grinned as a familiar item dropped out of a pocket in his traveling cloack. He bent down and picked up something that was familiar and powerful. He now had his old wand in his grasp once again it would be great to use it in the coming fight if Voldemort was still around. When you considered the prophecy he was more than willing to bet that the dark wizard was still around though, Brushing the wand off he headed out the door and into the street looking around for anything that might be helpful. The young man frowned as he saw that all around him there was nothing. Diagon Alley appeared to be abondoned as if no one had been around for a long time. Sighing the wizard began heading for the exit. He would see if there was anyone at Headquarters and if there was no one there he could try the Burrow, Hogwarts, and the Ministry. Pulling the hood of his cloak up he began the long walk.

The young man sighed as he found himself before the doors of the large house. Glad for the familiar sight he walked up the stairs and entered it. As he was walking in he noticed that Sirus mum's portrait had been removed. In its place was an empty portrait. It looked like one of the ones of the Hogwarts headmasters. Dumbledore had probably had this one moved down here for some reason or other he thought to himself. He was struck out of his musings as a figure lunged at him from the shadows. Harry had known he was there and had merely been waiting for the figure to make his move. Harry had twirled the figure around and had pinned him to the wall a dagger at the throat. "That's one hell of a welcome you've got there." The black haired youth growled as he canceled the spell on his prisoner. He raised an eyebrow at the figure. The guy looked familiar as if a half forgotten memory of the young man was threatening to come up.

The man was dark skinned and was glaring defiantly up at him. "Go ahead Death Eater go ahead and kill me." The man snarled as he put on a brave front.

"Do I look like a Death Eater to you?" Harry growled out as he shook his head and let the cloak fall off his head.

The figure nodded and examined his face for a moment he then let his jaw drop. "Harry, mate?" The figure asked in disbelief.

"And you are?"

"Harry its me, Dean." He explained looking at the figure.

Harry blinked a moment before he asked him something. "On what DA meeting did Seamus come to?" He questioned him.

The dark skinned man screwed his face up for a moment before his eyes brightened in rememberance. "It was the last one. Umbitch destroyed everything after that." He informed the wizard holding him a knife point.

Harry nodded and released the young man. "Sorry about that Dean."

"No problem mate." The other wizard said as he rubbed his throat where the blade had bloodied his throat.

"No one else is here right now except for a some injured people, but I can take you to the kitchen. You can help me with watching the potions while we're down there anyways." The man said.

The two tramped down the stairs and were greeted by a pair of wands being pointed at them as they opened the doors. "Easy there." Dean said with a chuckle as he raised his hands in surrender. "I'm only bringing the savior down." He said gesturing to Harry.

Harry eyed the owner of one wand. "Hermione," he said with a tired smile.

"Harry," Hermione returned to the figure.

"What the hell happened while I was gone Hermione?" Harry questioned the young woman before him.

"Well, while you were gone for the past seven years we've been forced to live through the war that we needed you for Potter." Neville growled angrily as he observed the young man. "Did you enjoy hiding wherever it was that you were?" He questioned sneering at the raven haired figure.

"Be careful Neville, you don't know my story, just like I don't know all that you have gone through." Harry returned to the other boy.

The pureblood snorted at his old dorm mate at that proclamation.

"Can you help us Harry?" Hermione asked ignoring the tension that was in the room that most of the others felt toward the young man. She understood that Harry hadn't had a choice in leaving them besides as she recalled most of the wizarding world hadn't believed that he was telling the truth at the time. It wasn't his fault that for some reason they all thought that it was Harry's duty to come charging at the Death Eaters on his broom and rescue them from their own stupidity. This wasn't a cartoon where the good guys won with a secret weapon or a learned some trick that no one could counter. No life rarely worked that way. The witch thought bitterly as she remembered that Molly, Ginny, Arthur, and Percy had all thought that. That half of the family had exiled themselves saying they would return when Harry did. The other Weasleys were involved in the war effort. Bill and Charlie were their contacts with the Goblin Nation, Ron spent most of his time on the field or in the med wing, and Fred and George spent their time making explosive weapons or out in the field.

"Of course I'll help, not sure what one more arm whether it's got a sword or a wand will do but you've got my help." He promised her flashing a smile at her. Hermione smiled as she felt her face go slightly red at the deep soulful look that her friend sent her.

"So tell me, "Hermione said ,"where have you been all these years?" Hermione questioned him as she watched him casually start a fire up with some rocks. She had thought that sort of trick was something that only happened in movies.

"A different world, and a different age Mione." Harry said as he looked up at his friend and Hermione saw the age that resided behind his eyes. "You think that you guys have had it rough? Try not knowing what was going on in your own world for eighty years! Yes I said eighty. Somehow the magic worked so that I returned to the age I would have been had I aged in this world. But for eighty years I was stuck in the mind of Estel. As one we were trained in the arts of ruling, healing, war, hunting, tracking, archery, courtly duties, horsemanship, swordsmanship, and basic magic's."

"All the things that they expected a knight to know." Hermione said in understanding as she looked at her friend in understanding. "That's why when you came back it was as if you had been through some extreme physical training." She noted as she observed his well muscled figure.

"Yeah, probably why all the malnutrition signs are gone to." Harry said rubbing the back of his hair a bit unsurprised that she had recognized what all of those trainings had been for. "And while I can't be sure of it, I think that I may have some elven blood now as well. Together we went from mission to mission battle to battle war to war. The stuff that Voldemort does is nothing compared to some of the evil that I've seen done." Harry toyed with a dagger on his belt and sighed. "I had to leave an entire lifetimes worth of living to come back here and help you out from Voldemort. The guy is nothing when you compare him to some of the other monsters that I've had to go up against."

"Don't get cocky Harry." Hermione scolded her friend. "If you think that it will be a simple battle that will end this war. We might have been able to do that in the first year or two but we don't have the numbers to perform that sort of battle anymore. Voldemort has managed to take over half of Europe as it is and every year he takes another piece of the world. Do you know what it's like to watch everything you care about crumble and fall?"

"More than I would like to." Harry returned to her. "I also know what's it's like to be forced to stand back and do nothing. The world may not be the one I know how to fight but I promise you that I'll make them wish that I had made it easy on them when I'm done.""

"Just be careful." Hermione warned him. "I just got you back and I don't want to lose you again."

"I'll be as careful as I can be during a war." Harry assured her with a smirk earning a cuff to the head.

"Prat." She grumbled at him good naturedly.

"Goblins," Harry snarled out furiously, "he's made a deal with the Goblins. There's going to be one heck of a fight before this is all said and done." Harry informed them as he loosened his sword and watched the approaching force bear down on them.

"Harry we have to get out of here. Humans can't fight Goblins up close we'll need to get far enough away that we can fire on them." Hermione explained to him as she watched the nervous wizards begin to fall back away from the approaching army.

"I'll buy you time." Harry returned to his old friend as he drew Glamdring from its sheath. He yelled and charged Ron and the twins shook their heads in disbelief before they transfigured weapons of their own and followed after him.

"Well move it! They're buying us time we need to get some distance between us and the Goblins! Now get going." Hermione commanded as she drew her wand and began to fire spells into the approaching power.

"Come on you dementors, show me what you've got." Harry growled as he raised his wand and shouted his spell. He grinned at the familiar animal burst from his wand. "Hey Shadowfaux, how about you show these guys what real speed is?" He questioned the giant misty horse. The horse reared its legs before charging into the creatures. Everyone watched as the patronus copy of the horse lord beat back the dementors. "Hah take that you Nazgul rip-offs!" Harry shouted as he watched two of them get kicked. Wrapping his sword in a cloth and lighting it he charged forward.

"He's crazy." Dean told the others as they watched a rushing Harry use his sword to push the creatures back. The others nodded their heads as they raised their wands and fired off their own patroni at the incoming creatures.

"Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Ginny." Harry greeted in annoyance as he looked at the triad that was leading the remants of the Order of the Phoenix. Here was a crowd of people that had decided to go into hiding to await the day that he returned and then they came back acting like they had been the ones to be in the hardest pressed areas in battle. In reality they were just a bunch of fence sitters that had done nothing but proclaim Voldemort as a bad person. When it came down to it none of these people had been willing to fight for anything.

"Harry," Mrs. Weasley said happily she made a move to hug the boy but was stopped as a pair of guards blocked her. "What is this?" She huffed gesturing at the men.

"Security," Harry returned to the irate witch and her family. "Your Order has been hiding out for the past five or so years. We have no idea of just where it is that your true loyalties lie right now and will need to question each of your loyalties before we trust you blindly."

"But Harry you know us." Mrs. Weasley argued with him.

"I have been asked by these people to help deal with Voldemort." Harry returned coldly. "I am not going to let my personal feelings for you judge how it is I am going to deal with you and your family Mrs. Weasley. Besides you had a choice on whether or not you could join the war the past few years. I didn't have that kind of choice."

"We wanted to be there for you when you returned though Harry." Ginny countered. "Besides, someone had to keep track of everything that was going on."

"And what do you know about things, or why have you not shared this same information with people that were fighting?" Harry returned to her. "You could have saved lives if you had any real information. Instead you have coveted it until it is useful to you only coming out when I finally came back. A very Slytherian approach to the whole matter."

"Now see here young man." Molly said angrily her face turning bright red at that accusation. "We did what we thought was right."

"And why did you deny McGonagall when she tried to send the 1st through 3rd year muggleborns to you?" Harry spat out cutting the woman off glaring at the various Order members who now looked guilty at the ground. The triumphant welcome they had hoped for was quickly turning into something they didn't want to think about. "Twenty children and Flitwick died because you couldn't be bothered to help someone else. Hermione, Neville and Ron will decide who has to deal with you I simply can't right now." He waved the Order away from him and focused on something else.