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 Five: Realization
Harry climbed out of the water, and for the first time felt self-conscious about his nudity. He picked up his wand and cast a cleaning charm on himself, which also dried him off, since he hadn't been in the water very long or used soap. He dressed thankful that Legolas hadn't emerged yet and that Gimli was gathering firewood.
Legolas remained in the water, thinking. Harry was an enigma. That alone would bother Legolas, making him want to solve it, understand it, before becoming comfortable with it. Harry, however, made him feel comfortable instantly without needing to understand, which in turn made him uncomfortable. He frowned slightly. Even in his mind the whole thing sounded ridiculous. Harry made him uncomfortable because he made him comfortable? He began to wonder if there wasn't something in the water.
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When Legolas finally finished bathing and left the river, Gimli and Harry were sitting across a small fire; Gimli was roasting a rodent while Harry looked on slightly disgusted. He dressed and joined them.
"There is a fine art to this, ya see. You turn it slowly, holding… like this," Gimli instructed. He pulled the rodent out of the fire and inspected it. "Ah, almost done."
Harry was trying to hold on to the small bite of bread he had earlier. "Are you really going to eat that?" Harry asked hesitantly, not wanting to offend.
"Of course I'm going to eat it," Gimli blustered. "You're not?"
"I'm a vegetarian," Harry replied.
"A what?" Gimli asked.
"I don't eat meat of any kind."
Gimli sighed. "Back to lembas bread I see."
"What?" Harry asked.
Legolas smiled slightly. "I don't eat meat either; no elf does. Gimli was hoping that since you were human, he'd be able to eat something other than lembas bread."
"There's no point in catching something and cooking it, if it's just for one person," Gimli bemoaned.
"Well at least you have this tonight," Harry consoled with a smile. "And any leftovers for tomorrow." He glanced over at Legolas. "What about fruit and that kind of stuff though? Why only eat lembas bread?"
"It's better when you're traveling. We'd have to forage for food otherwise and lembas can fill a grown-man's stomach for a day," the elf replied.
Harry was gob smacked. "So that's what happened! I couldn't figure out why I wasn't hungry anymore."
Gimli laughed at Harry's surprise, and Harry couldn't help but join in. Legolas grinned at them both.
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Harry lay awake, looking up at the unfamiliar stars. He was trying to figure out what happened when the spell was cast. He thought they had accounted for everything; that they understood exactly how the spell worked, and he thought that they had brewed the potion correctly and cast the spell correctly. So what had gone wrong? Why was he in Middle-Earth instead of home at Normal-Earth? Normal-Earth. Harry smiled to himself.
The smile didn't stay long though. The spell was supposed to show him his true soul-mate. Instead, it brought him to a different world. Why? A true soul-mate is extremely difficult to find without using magic to do so. True soul-mates are rarely, very rarely in close proximity to each other. If soul-mates meet too early in their lives, it can cause problems, hence the distance. It still didn't help him figure out what happened. Instead of revealing his soul-mate, it brought him to another world. Or at least he assumed this was another world. The magic felt too different for this little adventure to be a time jump. Another world.
Harry laced his fingers together and put them behind his head. Another world. He frowned. A spell to find his soul-mate brings him to another world. He scowled. Why? He just couldn't seem to grasp it. Why another world? If the spell was cast correctly… then why? Why would he have been brought here?
He stiffened. No… it couldn't be… could it? The spell brought him here, because this is where his true soul-mate was. He sat up. Hadn't Ron said something about people disappearing? Hermione had dismissed it. Damn it! What had Ron said?
Harry stood up and walked away from the campsite and down to the river. He paced along the bank. What had he said? Something about the spell being cast correctly and someone disappearing. The spell had worked, but the person disappeared. Their soul-mate wasn't on Earth. They had to find their soul-mate in another world. How long had it taken them? He fought to remember. How had they returned? He sort of remembered the person returning. What had happened? Damn!
Harry let loose a frustrated breath. His soul-mate was somewhere on this world? He could be wrong. He just didn't know! As childish as it felt, he wanted to cry. He wanted to scream his frustration. It just wasn't fair! How was he supposed to protect his friends from Voldemort if he was trapped in another world? He bit his lip hard, drawing blood. Damn. Damn. Damn! What was he supposed to do? How was he going to get home? And if his soul-mate was somewhere in this world, how the hell was he supposed to find her? He assumed it was a her. Soul-mates were supposed to be able to reproduce right?
He cursed viciously at his predicament. He didn't know what he was meant to do. He didn't know what he could do. He needed to get home, before Voldemort realized he was gone.
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TBC…
~Artemis Luna Diana~