(AN: This is the first Harry Potter/LotR cross over I've posted on the
site. Please be kind. I appreciate constructive criticism and I enjoy
reviews. Also, if you're confused, everyone one of my characters has a back
story I just have to type out. I'm going to try and upload them as soon as
possible. This page
may help a bit)
Disclaimer: I own nothing! The only characters, thus far, I own are Patrick, Cora, and Niphredil. I'm just a broke college student who does this for fun. I own nothing except my Pointe shoes.
(AN: *words* indicates something being sung)
The wizard breathed easily as he slipped in between the portal that separated his earth from Middle Earth. He was safe in the knowledge that his niece, Cora, had been left with her cousin, the famous Harry Potter, and would be picked up by two of his closest friends within a few hours. The wizard scanned his surroundings and slipped into another portal.
This portal took him into the heart of a large forest full of golden trees. "Lothlorien," he breathed, taking in his surroundings. This was his destination and the reason he had left his niece in the Muggle world. The woods were very quiet today; most of the elves were heading west. Suddenly, he heard someone singing.
*There's a Lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
and she's buying a stairway to heaven*
The wizard laughed softly and thought to himself, "That's what I'm here to do. I'm trying to get that stairway to heaven." He looked around for the source of the song and, not readily locating it, he continued to walk. He hoped that the girl he had heard was in these woods was still there.
*When she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed
with a word she can get what she came for
Oooo....and she's buying a stairway to heaven.*
"There's that song again," the wizard thought, trying to find its source. He spotted the singer sitting on a flower covered hill. "Good, she's still here," the wizard though approaching the singer.
*There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In the tree by the brook, there's a song bird who sings
sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
oooo.....it makes me wonder*
The wizard slowly approached the hill, not wanting to destroy the flowers covering it. "There are far too few elvish things left in Middle Earth anymore," he though to himself.
*There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
and my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
and the voices of those who stand looking.*
The song suddenly stopped and the girl turned to face the wizard.
"Patrick," she said with a smile, "How are you?"
"I've been better, Niphredil. How are you and your parents?" Patrick replied.
"Everyone's really good. My mom said that I had better stay here until Galadriel finished with me," Niphredil told the wizard.
Patrick laughed, and said, "Your mother would know better than to have you annoy her grandmother. Any word from your grandfather on when you're leaving?"
"Grandfather said that he'll stay for as long as I want to. He knows that means, he's going to have to stay until both my parents die," the girl answered.
"That song you were singing before, it was really nice. It's not elvish, is it?" the wizard asked.
Niphredil blushed and replied, "No. It was a song I learned when I lived with those humans. It's called Stairway to Heaven by the group called Led Zeppelin. Galadriel said that's the reason you're here. You want to build a stairway to heaven."
Patrick nodded and admitted, "I do and I think that's why we're both here at the same time."
The elf and the wizard walked is silence for a while until they reached the location of Galadriel's Mirror. The ancient elf was standing there, looking young as usual. She nodded a greeting to her great- granddaughter. The elven girl (by her great-grandmother's standards, no more than a child) returned the nod and made her way over to where she stood.
"I brought him here just like you asked, Galadriel," the young elf said.
"Very good, child," Galadriel said.
Niphredil turned to leave but Galadriel said, "Stay, your skills will be needed."
The old elf then turned to face Patrick. This wizard, despite coming to Lothlorien more times than he could possibly count, lowered his eyes. Her commanding presence had always made him nervous.
"I know why you are here, wizard," she said to him.
"I know, you know. Is it possible? The darkest of the dark wizards has just returned to our world and they would be a great help to us," Patrick said.
"Then, this is not done for selfish reasons?" the elf asked.
"It is not," the wizard answered, honestly. He knew better than to lie to Galadriel. She would find out anyway.
"You know, Patrick, that our people value life above all things. The deaths of your friends were, what we call, an unnecessary set of deaths. That is, they were not meant to die when they did," the elf explained.
"But, that really doesn't make any sense. Their deaths, especially the deaths of the Potters, ended the reign of You-Know-Who," Patrick, sensibly, rationalized.
"It does sound odd, I will attest to that, but this is what is mean to happen now. Just like, that was meant to happen then," the elf said, sending Patrick's mind running in circles.
While the wizard tried to puzzle out what the elf said, she turned to her great-granddaughter.
"You'll be going in after these four wizards, you know that. This is why you are here and this is why I have been working you so hard," she told the young elf.
"But how will I know them and how will then know to trust me?" the young elf asked, sounding worried.
"We must consider that. Patrick, come here," the old elf requested.
The wizard, breaking out of his reverie, came over to where Galadriel and Niphredil were standing. "Do you have any messages that you can send with Niphredil so your friends will know she is being honest," Galadriel asked the wizard.
Patrick thought for a moment and said, "Alright, tell James that Moony and Padfoot are waiting for him. Tell my brother, Christopher, third room from the left duck your head when you go in and tell Lily and Daisy Petunia does not send her love," he said.
The young elf nodded her understanding of the messages and turned to face Galadriel.
"I'm ready," she, quietly, said.
"Patrick, go wait with Celeborn. I will send for you when we are ready," Galadriel told the wizard.
Patrick nodded, knowing that she would not do this is his presence, and said, "I thank you very much. You'll never know how much this means to me."
He followed Celeborn, who had mysteriously appeared near the edge of the clearing, away from the two women.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Galadriel asked Niphredil. Placing her first great-grandchild, and the only one who would posses elven immortality, was not something she would do by her own choice. The choice had to be Niphredil's and Niphredil's alone.
"I'm very sure. He sounds like he needs this to be done," Niphredil replied, sounding very determine.
"Alright, child, but if it becomes too dangerous or you can not complete this mission come right back towards the light," Galadriel said.
"But how will you know it's me?" Niphredil asked, trying to cover all the bases. Getting trapped where she was headed was not her idea of a good time. She knew the sooner this task was completed, the sooner she could go back to her home.
"Continue singing the song you were singing earlier. Begin where you left off. You are the only being that knows that song," Galadriel told the young elf.
Niphredil nodded and took a deep breath. Galadriel started to recite the incantation to open a portal to where Niphredil was to be sent. Niphredil, on the other hand, began to sing.
* And it's whispered that soon, if we all called the tune,
then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
and the forests will echo with laughter*
"It's ready," Galadriel said. Niphredil nodded and entered the whirling portal.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! The only characters, thus far, I own are Patrick, Cora, and Niphredil. I'm just a broke college student who does this for fun. I own nothing except my Pointe shoes.
(AN: *words* indicates something being sung)
The wizard breathed easily as he slipped in between the portal that separated his earth from Middle Earth. He was safe in the knowledge that his niece, Cora, had been left with her cousin, the famous Harry Potter, and would be picked up by two of his closest friends within a few hours. The wizard scanned his surroundings and slipped into another portal.
This portal took him into the heart of a large forest full of golden trees. "Lothlorien," he breathed, taking in his surroundings. This was his destination and the reason he had left his niece in the Muggle world. The woods were very quiet today; most of the elves were heading west. Suddenly, he heard someone singing.
*There's a Lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
and she's buying a stairway to heaven*
The wizard laughed softly and thought to himself, "That's what I'm here to do. I'm trying to get that stairway to heaven." He looked around for the source of the song and, not readily locating it, he continued to walk. He hoped that the girl he had heard was in these woods was still there.
*When she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed
with a word she can get what she came for
Oooo....and she's buying a stairway to heaven.*
"There's that song again," the wizard thought, trying to find its source. He spotted the singer sitting on a flower covered hill. "Good, she's still here," the wizard though approaching the singer.
*There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In the tree by the brook, there's a song bird who sings
sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
oooo.....it makes me wonder*
The wizard slowly approached the hill, not wanting to destroy the flowers covering it. "There are far too few elvish things left in Middle Earth anymore," he though to himself.
*There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
and my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
and the voices of those who stand looking.*
The song suddenly stopped and the girl turned to face the wizard.
"Patrick," she said with a smile, "How are you?"
"I've been better, Niphredil. How are you and your parents?" Patrick replied.
"Everyone's really good. My mom said that I had better stay here until Galadriel finished with me," Niphredil told the wizard.
Patrick laughed, and said, "Your mother would know better than to have you annoy her grandmother. Any word from your grandfather on when you're leaving?"
"Grandfather said that he'll stay for as long as I want to. He knows that means, he's going to have to stay until both my parents die," the girl answered.
"That song you were singing before, it was really nice. It's not elvish, is it?" the wizard asked.
Niphredil blushed and replied, "No. It was a song I learned when I lived with those humans. It's called Stairway to Heaven by the group called Led Zeppelin. Galadriel said that's the reason you're here. You want to build a stairway to heaven."
Patrick nodded and admitted, "I do and I think that's why we're both here at the same time."
The elf and the wizard walked is silence for a while until they reached the location of Galadriel's Mirror. The ancient elf was standing there, looking young as usual. She nodded a greeting to her great- granddaughter. The elven girl (by her great-grandmother's standards, no more than a child) returned the nod and made her way over to where she stood.
"I brought him here just like you asked, Galadriel," the young elf said.
"Very good, child," Galadriel said.
Niphredil turned to leave but Galadriel said, "Stay, your skills will be needed."
The old elf then turned to face Patrick. This wizard, despite coming to Lothlorien more times than he could possibly count, lowered his eyes. Her commanding presence had always made him nervous.
"I know why you are here, wizard," she said to him.
"I know, you know. Is it possible? The darkest of the dark wizards has just returned to our world and they would be a great help to us," Patrick said.
"Then, this is not done for selfish reasons?" the elf asked.
"It is not," the wizard answered, honestly. He knew better than to lie to Galadriel. She would find out anyway.
"You know, Patrick, that our people value life above all things. The deaths of your friends were, what we call, an unnecessary set of deaths. That is, they were not meant to die when they did," the elf explained.
"But, that really doesn't make any sense. Their deaths, especially the deaths of the Potters, ended the reign of You-Know-Who," Patrick, sensibly, rationalized.
"It does sound odd, I will attest to that, but this is what is mean to happen now. Just like, that was meant to happen then," the elf said, sending Patrick's mind running in circles.
While the wizard tried to puzzle out what the elf said, she turned to her great-granddaughter.
"You'll be going in after these four wizards, you know that. This is why you are here and this is why I have been working you so hard," she told the young elf.
"But how will I know them and how will then know to trust me?" the young elf asked, sounding worried.
"We must consider that. Patrick, come here," the old elf requested.
The wizard, breaking out of his reverie, came over to where Galadriel and Niphredil were standing. "Do you have any messages that you can send with Niphredil so your friends will know she is being honest," Galadriel asked the wizard.
Patrick thought for a moment and said, "Alright, tell James that Moony and Padfoot are waiting for him. Tell my brother, Christopher, third room from the left duck your head when you go in and tell Lily and Daisy Petunia does not send her love," he said.
The young elf nodded her understanding of the messages and turned to face Galadriel.
"I'm ready," she, quietly, said.
"Patrick, go wait with Celeborn. I will send for you when we are ready," Galadriel told the wizard.
Patrick nodded, knowing that she would not do this is his presence, and said, "I thank you very much. You'll never know how much this means to me."
He followed Celeborn, who had mysteriously appeared near the edge of the clearing, away from the two women.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Galadriel asked Niphredil. Placing her first great-grandchild, and the only one who would posses elven immortality, was not something she would do by her own choice. The choice had to be Niphredil's and Niphredil's alone.
"I'm very sure. He sounds like he needs this to be done," Niphredil replied, sounding very determine.
"Alright, child, but if it becomes too dangerous or you can not complete this mission come right back towards the light," Galadriel said.
"But how will you know it's me?" Niphredil asked, trying to cover all the bases. Getting trapped where she was headed was not her idea of a good time. She knew the sooner this task was completed, the sooner she could go back to her home.
"Continue singing the song you were singing earlier. Begin where you left off. You are the only being that knows that song," Galadriel told the young elf.
Niphredil nodded and took a deep breath. Galadriel started to recite the incantation to open a portal to where Niphredil was to be sent. Niphredil, on the other hand, began to sing.
* And it's whispered that soon, if we all called the tune,
then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
and the forests will echo with laughter*
"It's ready," Galadriel said. Niphredil nodded and entered the whirling portal.