Title: Love of my Soul
Author: Artemis Luna Diana
E-Mail: artemislunadiana@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Crossover, Romance
Pairing: Harry Potter/Legolas
Time: HP: Harry's seventh year; LotR: after the quest, Aragorn is king, Frodo & Gandalf have left, Sam, Merry, & Pippin are in the Shire, and Legolas and Gimli are wandering around Middle-Earth. Note: Legolas has not begun the colony of Woodland Elves at Ithilien, and Gimli is not the Lord of the Glittering Caves.
Summary: Crossover b/w Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. Something Albus Dumbledore says leads Harry to believe that if he bonds with his soul mate, then he would have a better chance of defeating Voldemort. He shares this with Hermione and Ron who help him find a soul mate search spell. The three cast the spell late one night, but something goes wrong. After the spell is complete, Hermione and Ron are unconscious, and Harry has vanished.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings, though I wish I did, and am not making any money off of this little piece of fiction. It is simply for my own enjoyment.
Thanks to: snapeysnapesnape for the excellent beta
WARNING!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS SLASH!!! THAT IS SAME SEX PAIRINGS, MAN ON MAN ACTION!!! DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ!!!
Chapter One: Awakening
Harry woke slowly, which in itself was odd because he usually woke quickly due to his training by Professor Snape, but what was also odd was the feel of the magic around him. It felt different. Older. More wild and untamed. He shivered and opened his eyes. He sat up abruptly.
"Bloody Hell," he breathed. "Where am I?" He was outside, laying under the shade of a large willow tree; it looked to be either 10:00AM or 3:00PM, he'd no clue which way was east or west.
"Legolas! He's awake!"
Harry was startled by the shout and jumped up, spinning around to face the owner of the voice, and drawing his wand. A short man, perhaps only an inch or so shorter than Harry, was standing before him. Harry hesitated in confusion. The man appeared to be wearing something similar to the chain mail and armor of medieval knights. He didn't look like a Death Eater, especially with that long beard.
"Don't move."
Harry glanced over to his right and saw a tall man, at least six feet tall, pointing a bow and arrow at him. Harry froze. While an arrow may not be a bullet or the killing curse, there was a reason why they were used in past battles.
"Who are you?" Harry demanded. "Why have you brought me here?"
"We haven't brought you anywhere young human," the short man blustered. "You practically fell in our laps!"
Harry frowned in puzzlement, trying to think of what could have happened to him. "Merlin," he whispered. "The spell." He focused on the shorter man. "Where am I?"
"You're less than a day's walk from the Inland Sea of Helcar," the man replied before casting a curious glance at his companion.
Harry frowned. "Where is that? I'm still in Scotland, right?"
The two men exchanged puzzled glances. "Scotland?" the shorter man asked. "What's that?"
Harry swallowed hard. "The British Isles?" he tried again.
"I don't know of any British Isles, but I've heard of the Enchanted Isles," the shorter man replied.
Harry felt dizzy. "I think I need to sit down," he said and did just that. He collapsed rather gracefully into an Indian-style sitting position with his hands clasped around his wand in his lap. He stared down at his wand.
"Who are you?"
Harry looked up. The taller man had spoken. He hadn't paid much attention the first time the man had spoken, more concerned with the arrow pointed at him than the voice of the man holding it, but listening to it now… the man's voice was soft and in a word: beautiful. Harry stared at him. Long blond hair, a slim body encased in tight pants and a loose fitting tunic, long, elegant fingers held a sure, practiced grip on his weapon. He shook himself out of his daze. "Harry Potter." He gave a slight cringe, expecting to be recognized.
The two men exchanged puzzled glances again. "I am Gimli, son of Gloin, and this is Legolas, son of Thranduil, the Sindar Elf king of the Woodland realm of Northern Mirkwood."
Harry blinked. ' the what king of the what?' He looked at the tall man. 'He was an elf? Impossible! Elves don't exist, they never have. The only kind of elf, is a house-elf, and this man certainly wasn't that.' Just to satisfy his own curiosity, Harry glanced at the man's ears. They were pointed. Harry blinked. 'It didn't mean he was an elf. It could be a spell, even Muggles could have operations to make their ears pointed…' Putting that aside, he still had no clue where he was or who he was with. Harry tried to give a winning smile. "It's nice to meet you. I don't suppose you could direct me to the closest wizarding settlement?"
"Wizarding settlement?" Gimli repeated.
"Gandalf the White was the last wizard of Middle-Earth, and he left for the Undying Lands two years ago," Legolas said after a moment.
Harry's mouth dropped open. "Elves… Middle-Earth… Undying Lands… last wizard." Harry whispered in shock. "Is this the part where I tap my heals together and say 'There's no place like home?'" Just before he surrendered to unconsciousness, Harry thought, 'Either someone is playing a very elaborate joke on me or I am in serious trouble.'
***
When Harry woke again, he was in the same place, much to his heart's discontent, though night had fallen. He sat up slowly and looked around. He couldn't see anything. He could sort of make out the figure of the short man, Gimli, lying close to the tree, but he had no idea where the tall man – elf, Legolas, was. He stood and felt his stomach growl. He drew his wand as he stepped away from the tree.
'Lumos,' he whispered quietly, toning down the light before turning back towards the tree. He nearly screamed in surprise when he saw a pair of eyes in the tree reflected off the light of his wand. He placed a shaky hand over his heart when he recognized Legolas. "You startled me," he hissed.
At first the elf didn't respond. He stood and jumped down nimbly from the tree. "What are you?"
Harry straightened. "I'm a wizard," Harry replied. He most certainly was not going to say he was still in training, though technically, he could pass the NEWTS without a problem and could apparate; he'd even learned the Unforgivables at Dumbledore's insistence. It was necessary for him to know how to defend himself. It's rather stupid not to when you've got a crazy dark lord after you.
"You are able to use magic," Legolas acknowledged. "But, in a way that is unfamiliar to me. I have known wizards; they do not use magic as you do. You are not a wizard."
Harry looked at him annoyed. "Just because you do something different from someone else doesn't mean you aren't the same thing. One person can use a sword in their right hand, and another their left. They both are still swordsman. They just use their weapons differently. I am a wizard."
Legolas studied him. "What you say is true. We will take you to King Aragorn, since the ring-bearers have left for the Undying Lands."
Harry frowned. "Ring-bearers?"
Legolas stared at him a moment, Harry guessed in shock, before replying. "Lord Elrond, Galadriel, Queen of Lothlorien, Bilbo Baggins and Frodo Baggins of the Shire, and Gandalf the White."
Harry nodded slowly. "Okay. I guess they were important or something," Harry said with a nervous half-smile.
Legolas looked at him like he was stupid. "You do not know of the ring-bearers?"
Harry started to shake his head up and down and then twisted it from side to side. "No."
Legolas frowned. "You should rest," he said finally. "We leave at dawn."
Harry's nodded. "Goodnight then."
"I will keep watch."
Harry walked back towards the tree and sat down on the uncomfortable ground. When he, Ron, and Hermione had gone up to the astronomy tower, they had been wearing their robes over their pajamas. After all they weren't planning on going anywhere else. Ron had been wearing his slippers as had Hermione, but Harry had slipped on his tennis shoes since he didn't have any slippers. If he took off his school robe to lay it on the ground, he'd probably freeze to death. His pajamas consisted of a pair of cotton pants and a pair of socks. He wasn't wearing a shirt.
He rubbed his scar absently, trying to decide what to do. Finally, shrugging to himself, he whispered, 'Nox!' and began casting cushioning spells and warming charms. Once he was done, he cast a proximity warning charm on himself as well as a shielding spell. Out of habit, he cast a silencing charm and settled down to sleep. His stomach growled. He sighed. He'd forgotten to ask about food. "Forget it," he told himself. "You can eat in the morning." He looked up at the sky. The unfamiliar constellations made his heart sink. He had no idea what had happened. How could a soul mate searching spell go so wrong? He closed his eyes. Looking at the stars brought him no joy tonight. After a few more minutes, he drifted off to sleep.
Legolas reclined in the tree, keeping watch. He had watched the young wizard walk back underneath the tree and had followed, climbing back into the branches and settling down before resuming his observations of the young wizard. The wizard had sat thinking for a moment before extinguishing his light. Legolas had thought that would be the end of it, but he had begun casting spells almost immediately. He had tensed, wondering what trickery the wizard was up to, but all the magic had been focused upon the wizard himself.
Legolas frowned. It was almost like he was warding himself. The elvish prince stared at the sleeping wizard. He'd never heard of anyone warding themselves. You could ward a place, but a person? He shifted on his perch uneasily. There was something about Harry that worried him; something that drew the elf towards the wizard. He felt as though he had always known him, had always trusted him, and that made the elf more wary than anything he'd ever known.
***
TBC…
A/N: I forgot to say this earlier. It's been awhile since I've read LotR, so I've probably forgotten some things or switched things around. If I do this, don't hesitate to tell me. I'd like to keep it as close to the original stories as possible, hence why I'm setting it after the War of the Ring and not during. If something seems really out there and unbelievable in either fandom, please tell me! Also, I'm likely to screw up Elvish if I tried to use it in the fic, so I'm not going to. I'll just use some symbol or something to signify which language folks are speaking. Also, the fact that Harry is able to speak and understand Legolas and Gimli is intentional. I had considered having "language problems" but thought that it would complicate the story too much.
I think that's everything for the moment. As always, all reviews and/or comments are appreciated. For information regarding the status of this story and any of my other works, head to my Yahoo! group:
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~Artemis Luna Diana~