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 Three: Traveling
Harry woke quickly and smoothly to the feel of his proximity warning charm activating. He rose with effortless grace, drawing his wand to face his attacker. He stared at Legolas a moment before sheathing his wand. He blushed slightly. "I'm sorry. You activated one of my warning charms. I thought I was being attacked."
Legolas was impressed. The young wizard had been asleep, deeply too by the looks of it, yet he had woken quickly and cleanly, drawing his weapon, calmly prepared to defend himself. Perhaps there was more to this wizard than met the eye. He knew of no wizard that had training like that. For that's the only thing it could be. Harry had been trained with battle in mind. "Dawn is coming," Legolas said, ignoring Harry's apology. "Lembas," he said and handed the bread to Harry.
"Thank you," Harry replied excepting the bread. Legolas turned and resumed gathering his things, as Gimli was doing. Harry took a bite. He shrugged to himself. "Not bad." He frowned though. It was kind of peculiar. Suddenly he wasn't hungry anymore. He stared down at the bread suspiciously before pocketing the rest in his robe. He guessed he just wasn't as hungry as he'd been the night before.
Before they set out, Gimli gave him a skin of water. It was kind of heavy, so Harry cast a feather-weight charm on it before placing it in one of his bottomless pockets. They set off just as the sun began to light the day.
At first they walked in silence, until Harry grew too uncomfortable to remain so. "How far away is King Aragorn?" he asked.
"Quite a ways, young wizard," Gimli replied. "The elf and I have been traveling about Middle-Earth these past two years, when about three months ago he decided we should head east. And head east we did. We traveled all the way to the Inland Sea of Helcar before we turned back west again. It will take three months at a leisurely pace to reach the Kingdom of Gondor, our westward starting point as well as the home of King Aragorn."
"How fast will we be traveling?" Harry asked.
"That's up to you, little wizard. How fast can you go? And for how long?" Gimli asked.
Harry shrugged. "I have no idea. I've never traveled like this before."
Gimli shot him a confused look. "How do you travel?"
"Apparating, flying, trains, cars," he smiled slightly. "I rode a horse once. It was a lot of fun."
"I hate horses," Gimli replied darkly. "Dwarves aren't made for riding horses."
Harry blinked. Dwarves? He glanced at Gimli. Yea, he could kind of see the dwarf-like appearance of the shorter man.
"How old are you, young wizard?" Gimli asked.
"I'm seventeen," Harry replied.
"You really are young," Gimli remarked.
"Perhaps," Harry responded with a slight shrug. "I don't feel that young."
"Oh?" Gimli prompted.
Harry frowned slightly in thought. "I feel…" he shrugged again. "I can't give you an exact age, but I feel as though already it is my time to die."
Legolas, who had been keeping silent as the two chatted, stared at Harry in shock. "Why?" he asked, curious.
Harry glanced over at the previously silent elf. "I've seen too much, done too much, that no child should ever have to see or do." He laughed softly. "A child should not be made to fight in a war."
"But it is in defense of your home, there is honor in that," Gimli replied aghast. "Besides you are not a child, but a young man."
Harry stared resolutely ahead. "I was eleven the first time I killed someone and only one the first time someone tried to kill me. Excuse me, if I disagree." He sped up, so as to walk a short distance in front of his two companions. He no longer minded the silence.
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Nine hours later, Harry continued to push resolutely ahead. They hadn't stopped once, and Quidditch training will only get you so far. He stopped abruptly. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He could transfigure himself a broom. He knew all the spells to make it fly as well as the ones to make it comfortable, not to mention the ones against jinxing.
"Something wrong, young wizard?" called Gimli.
"No," Harry replied. He bent down, plucked a blade of grass, and drew his wand. Instead of continuing on, Gimli, who had been behind Harry stopped to see what he was up to. Harry held the grass out on the palm of his hand and pointed his wand at it. Legolas stopped and turned back to see what the hold up was. He and Gimli both were shocked to see the blade of grass become a broomstick.
Harry sheathed his wand and tested the balance of his transfigured broom. Upon determining that it was satisfactory, he drew his wand again and began casting spells. A few minutes later, Harry was done. He laid the broom down on the ground, and Gimli and Legolas both took a few steps back from it. Harry held out his hand. "Up!" The broom hit his hand with a soft smack. He climbed astride and smiled at his companions. "I'm ready to go again," he said.
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TBC…