A/N YEAH!!!! next chapter jk. I didn't really want to give Harry the name Elemmire but every one seems to use Emrys (its even my middle name .) so Elemmire will do just fine. But yeah please read and review.
Disclaimer Ok peeps do I look rich? No so as you should be able to tell Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings don't belong to me duh.Summery read the first chappie to see.Chapter 2Elemmire Elvenstar looked out at the clouds while sitting in the ramorn (branch wall tree in elven) He always found it fun to watch the different shapes the clouds formed. He always was one like a dreamer loving nature.Elemmire was tall (well normal for an elf) with long raven black hair that flowed town in a silky water fall to just a little past his shoulders, which he always had tied back so that he could run with out it getting in the way.
Even so some of the bangs usually snuck their way out of it and danced around the eyes. His dashing emerald eyes could always be seen from behind them they were like two deep pools of shinning emeralds.
When he was younger he was said that he looked just like his father but now a days unlike his father he let his hair grow out long making him lose that mini james look.
He always was one who loved to be out free. He lived in the nature it was his home not the palace (or castle what every you want to call it cause hey what ever floats your boat . )
His parents always had trouble containing him every thing went in one ear and then out the other. He was, like his mother would always say, already to much like his father in more then one way pranks and or other wize.
Yes, he knew that his father wasn't an elf even though he could look the part but instead a wizard. He also knew that he would have some of the wizarding powers when older.
Along with that kind of magic he also held elfish magik which let him communicate with all kinds of animals and races (see he can still talk to snakes and isn't a parseltounge. .) And to be in tune with nature.
Surprisingly enough he also required a skill that was now a days very rare. The last to have it was his grandfather Elrond, he was an elemental.
He was able to control the Valenor or the lightning, static fields, and such. Even tough he would not be allowed to take lessons to control the power until he was of and older age.
His parents made no point to keep secrets from him as they knew that he was bound to find them our easily and then be resentful of his parents. He knew everything of when they lived in the mortal world.
They loved him greatly but they found him to be nothing but trouble. He was always sneaking out and hiding in the forests.
When every they tried to punish him and lock him in his room he'd somehow escape, no matter where they locked him. No cage could hold him.
All who meet him knew him as a free spirit, he loved to pull pranks that even put his father to shame (which is saying a lot), also he hated the indoors. He could only be inside for so long before he had to get out.
A lot of the time he was known to have 'runaway' only to return a few days later like nothing happened. In the beginning this worried his parents, but after a while (and a lot of convincing from his grandfather) they saw how refreshed he seemed to look after one of these adventures.
All he would do when he escaped was think he loved to just ride around on his horse Nenya and see the sights and visit the woodland elves.
Today he was happy, it was July 31st his 11th birthday and Gandalf would be coming to see him. As would Aragon. Gandalf had been out visiting friends in the shire, where as Aragon had been out God knows where but returned every few months to see his aunt Arwen.
In the distance he could hear singing, signaling the arrival of Gandalf whom always sung the familiar song which Bilbo had wrote but Gandalf would always sing....
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
I must follow if I can.
Perusing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way.
Where many paths and errands meet,
And weather then I can not say.
When evening in the shire was grey,
His footsteps on the hill where heard.
Before the dawn he went away,
On journey long with out a word.
Through wilderness through western shore,
Through southern waste, to northern hill.
Through dragon lair and hidden door.
Through darkened woods he walked at will.
With dwarf and hobbit elves and men,
With mortal and immortal folk.
With bird on bough and beast in den,
In their own secret tongues he spoke.
A deadly sword a healing hand,
A back bent far beneath its load.
A trumpet voice a burning brand,
A weary pilgrim on the road.
A lord of wisdom throned he sat,
Quick in anger quick to laugh.
An old man in a battered hat,
Who leaned upon a thorny staff?
He stood upon the bridge alone,
Fire and shadow both defied,
His staff lay broken on the stone.
In Kzum-dum his wisdom died.
Tired feet still carry on
Over field and under star
Familiar roads are all gone
Traveled lands all afar.
Watching stars all alone
Dying embers cross the sky
Seeing what was never known.
From down the road he waves good-bye.
Finished that which he once said
Proving self, wince pasted the test
Walking road to where they led
Heading home for a good nights rest.
Turning corners down the road
All is peace full adventure done
Finally able to unpack the load
Adventure done but a news's begun
The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Far ahead the road has gone
I must follow if I can.
(A/N couldn't help myself I had to put that in. Can anyone guess where that entire thing is from and which of the books it's not all sung from gandalf. Oh well I probly only put all that in to make the story seem more Lord of the Ringish. .)
Elemmire jumped from the branch that he was sitting on, and ran toward the sound of the voice. Looking down the road he could see the old grey wizard with the tall pointy hat. Elemmire ran to meet him.
As he neared Gandalf slowed the cart down. (A/N what the hell is the thing that Gandalf rides in called? I'd call it a carriage but that too mid- evil and kinda girly but if any of you knows tell me.) and Elemmire hoped in.
Now Elemmire and Gandalf weren't what you'd call best friends but Elemmire always thought Gandalf was fascinating. Where as Gandalf looked at the child as some what of a student as the knew the child's parents well.
"So Gandalf..." Elemmire began very cheerfully, "how was you trip? Did you save me any fire works?"
Gandalf looked at the child wearily knowing how much the child loved fireworks, especially how he loved to set them off in the house and annoy the parents. (even though he knew Elemmire's father enjoyed them just as much as did the child.) But Gandalf always made sure to save a few for him since he loved the child's antics as well.
"Well," Gandalf said in a very business like voice, "you weren't planning on setting them off at your grandfather were you?"
He glanced at the boy who gave a playful hurt look and on his face was a look that clearly said 'who, me?' so he continued. "But of coarse I made sure to save you some, just make sure that after you use them it isn't pinned on me."
Gandalf then laughed, and him and Elemmire road up the rest of the road to Rivendell talking about everything under the sun.
A/N well I got that done blows one of those little party blower things damn when you correcting the spelling it takes forever. About the song I can't find the book so I put that in from memory and im sorry if some of it is wrong but still try to guess who said it and what book is it in. that's it for now so please read and review. I'll try to update as soon as possible.
A/N its fun doing that type of thing lol im just bored.