A/N: Haemir is pronounced "Har-mir"

The first thing Haemir noticed was the smoothing sounds of waterfalls in the distance, the soft churning of water colliding with one another as the birds play songs of their own delight within the winds that brush against the trees. It was the sound of absolute peace and tranquillity. The next was the smell of the flowers, moss and air so pure he began to feel light headed as all the aromas intertwined with one another. The opening of his eyes further solidified his first thoughts of being in heaven. For such a paradise cannot be of the this earth.

Before him, in a vast delicate valley laid a city of beauty. Waterfalls fell before its perimeter walls, long arching bridges carved from stone stood over every river outlet and carven connecting all the buildings and squares together. The walls were of white, roofs of green with nature interwoven around the city. The sun casting its morning rays upon the valley seemed to make it shine ethereally.

Getting up from the floor he laid on, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. The ground seemed to be further from him then it was before. His hands looked more delicate loosing its coarse texture and ruined stumped nails that adorned it from his near-enslavement at the Dursleys. He was definitely stronger and more rejuvenated, he could feel it. Spotting a small river to his side he walked over and crouched down to look at his appearance.

His face was pale, losing its tanned olive shade. His hair had grown to extend to the small of his back with two strands standing either side of his fac. It was smooth and seemed to have a midnight blue tint when the sun caught it. Seems like I gotta keep it long if I want to avoid the usual mess.

His eyes seemed darker. From their bright emerald green to a deep forest green. What took him away was the fact his scar that once stood out like a goat in a horse pen was now faded to just a pink scar bolt. Just as he was about to get up he caught the look of his ears.

What in the name of Merlin?! They were pointed. Like that Manwe guys' ears had been. Oh right guess I'm a elf now.. at least I don't look like Dobby. Immortal... I have so many questions right now.

Getting up again. He looked back over to the valley city. Well I guess I have to find this Lord Elrond. Hopefully he can tell me what on earth I'm meant to be doing.

2790 Third Age

Lord Elrond was sitting in his study, a note had just arrived from Lothlórien, his father in law was informing him on the Dwarven troop build up along their boarders along with war preparations. Word has it King Thrór was murdered by the 'Pale Orc' within Moria's caverns. It was troubling. The orcs have for the last few years have been getting bolder and stronger seemingly out of no where. Saruman's ignorance in the past few years have lead to the council working in secrete behind his back, but without him their efforts were proving fruitless.

"My Lord Elrond?" The ever calm voice of Lindr he was use to, seemed hesitant which immediately drew him from his thoughts. His ever loyal aide was working a frown on his face.

"Lindr, what seems to be troubling you?"

"One of the patrols just returned with a young Elfling.. They had come across him on the valley road coming down from the hidden passageways. The Elfling says he was told to speak to you, though he refuses to answer any question on the subject."

An Elfling? There hasn't been one since my morning star. How have we not been aware of his birth, such a blessing would have been noticed.

"Bring him to me, I am most curious to find out how we have not heard of another Elfling being born after these past centuries."

At his word the guard behind Lindr opened the door an Elfling which looks close to its majority came in. As emerald eyes met grey, Elrond's own widened slightly. After his long life he has come to many great gifts. Such as Healing both mind and body. But another was his ability to see into the depths of a person through their eyes. Those Emeralds that were surly at some point as bright as his own morning star, were dulled. Full of misery and death. His own heart ached that one so young had endured such pain.

Haemir after entering the room was feeling rather uncomfortable. Stormy grey eyes seemingly staring into the deepest recesses of his mind, he checked his occlumency barriers just to reassure himself. Lord Elrond sat before him, his long dark hair was held by a silver circlet and wore a eloquent blue and brown robe in a style he'd never seen before.

"Take a seat young one. Lindr you may leave us."

The two sat in silence for a time looking over each others features and assessing one another. Though Haemir was more looking for signs of danger and glancing around the room for potential escape roots. After his third year he had begun training in secrete after discovering that his so called 'friends' were just spy's for Dumbledore. He'd become very paranoid and the look that Lord Elrond was giving him shows that he'd noticed.

"You will not be harmed here young one. An Elfling in these times are extremely rare, the last was my own daughter Arwen. All of Elvendom would have heard of a birth of another Elfling which is why I am most curious how we'd never heard of your own birth?"

"I- er. Its hard to explain..." Haemir was now at a loss. How was he going to explain what happened to him. He knows he'd sound totally bonkers if someone had come up to him and said something called Valar just took me from one world and put me here. "Lord Elrond will be able to guide you. Trust him."

"Why don't you start from the beginning, I find that it often helps one to understand difficult situations when the entire picture is put forward."

Haemir had no idea why, but he felt like he could trust this Lord Elrond. His eyes seemed to show his kindness but also his resolve has a warrior. So he told him. All of it. The Dursleys, Magic, Hogwarts, Voldemort and all the betrayals and secretes that were kept from him. He broke down when he began talking about Sirius but he kept going. It was like a weight was shifted from his shoulders. He'd never talked to anyone about his life, his problems. He just put on a brave face and kept going since he knew if he stopped. He'd lose himself to his mind.

Hermione was too focused on correcting and enforcing anything she had an opinion on. Which was everything. Ron didn't care and only wanted to use him as a way to get out of work or use his fame in some way. Fred and George were okay, but they never talked that often. Neville and Luna were the only ones that helped him but Ron often got in their way and forced them away. He had sometimes wondered what would have happened if he'd been put into Slytherin. Since Draco, Theo, Blaise and himself had been friends secretly since the end of second year starting when he'd saved Theo when he found him bleeding in the forest. While they carried on the façade to appease their parents and to keep attention away from them from the Deatheaters within their house. They often met in the RoR which Theo had found, which switched to Godric Gryffindor's private rooms when the hat had told time about it and his inheritance. Something which Dumbledore no doubt didn't want him to know.

By the time he'd ended his tale Lord Elrond looked pensive.

"It saddens me that one so young has had to endure so much pain. But the Valar have blessed you time to heal and grow into something you could be proud of. However the Valar would have only brought you here if you had a purpose to serve them while you are in Arda. What that purpose is, we don't know. Nor will we know for some time given the way Manwe worded his offer."

That sent a shot of irritation down Harrys spine, of course it was all too good to be true. But He'd just been blinded by the chance to live a proper normal life. Something he'd always craved.

"Until you have reached your majority, you shall remain here. You shall train and learn all that there is to learn and spend some time to yourself and those around you to allow your heart to reopen to the world."

"So how long does that leave me?"

"From what I can tell you look to be about 70 so another 30 years or so should suffice. You shall know the day you've hit your majority."

"30 YEARS?!"

A/N
A purpose? I wonder what it may be...

Also just wanted it to be known that while Dumbledore in this story is shifty and bad. He's not going to be a villain. He just wants to control everything and feels only he knows the way to defeat Voldemort.

Also please leave reviews and tell me if i'm messing anything up or have any suggestions. It'll be appreciated. Bye guys!

Stuff will start to move fast in the next chapters so i'm glad to finally get past the opening point now!