HP/LOTR crossover
Note: All notes, important or otherwise are posted at the top of the prologue. I will add more notes when I feel it is necessary.
Disclaimer : I DO NOT, AND WILL NEVER CLAIM OWNERSHIP OVER HARRY POTTER AND ITS CHARACTERS OR LORD OF THE RINGS AND ITS CHARACTERS.
One: Higher than him.
When jumping into the portal, Harry truly didn't know what to expect. He wasn't even thinking on such a thing at the time. He'd sent Voldemort into a void that would undoubtedly kill him and keep his soul locked forever. He'd sent his friends, family, comrades all a mental message, and then he had jumped. There wasn't exactly much time to think in a situation such as that.
Though while he didn't know what to fully expect, he didn't actually expect to be placed in a seemingly never ending bright white room with no light source – at least none that he could see – save for the whiteness of the walls themselves. He couldn't tell what direction the light (if any) was facing because he didn't have a shadow. Now that little piece of information freaked him out a little.
How could he not have a shadow?
"By there not being any light in the first place." A voice rang out around him. It was a deep voice, a male's voice, yet it was as melodic, as soft and as gentle as a female's.
The voice laughed lightly, startling Harry.
"How can there not be light when clearly, the room is filled with it." Harry asked the voice.
"The room is not filled with anything." It replied, a breath away from Harry's right ear causing him to jump and look in that direction. There was nothing there. "Who is to say where we are is in fact, a room?"
"No one is to say this is a room. I am merely naming this place what I 'feel' it is." The voice didn't reply straight away so Harry continued. "And I feel like I am closed in, though not overly so. I sense an eventual end in each direction but I would not wish to guess the distance from my spot to the end." He shrugged. "It is what I feel."
"You have much power." The voice was back again. It was schooled and Harry could tell it had to be schooled. He raised an eyebrow at nothing in particular.
"I have much power, yes." He said. "I needed my entire power reserves to recite that spell mentally and make it have the same impact it would had I have said it out loud. Which, quite obviously, it did. As I am here, you are here and Voldemort is in a void somewhere paying for his crimes."
"How do you know here is not where Voldemort should be? How do you know you are in the correct place?" the voice asked.
"I know many things. You know how I know that I am meant to be here. I know I had to be here for the spell to work. Had I stayed on Earth, Voldemort would have been allowed to return and I would have not been able to attempt the spell again. And besides," Harry said with a smile. "Here would have felt better than where Voldemort went to a muggle. The portal I went through could have been as black as a night without stars or artificial light and I would have entered simply because it 'felt' like the right thing to do."
"You are wise beyond your years Harry Potter." Harry snorted.
"I'm part human, part Phoenix and part Elf, wisdom comes naturally."
"You are part Elf?"
"That I am. Tell me, if I came to you then you are obviously someone, or someone's, that hold an extreme amount of power, wisdom and even the basic common sense. So how is it that you know nothing about me?" The former Gryffindor questioned suspiciously.
"You dare to question who you are speaking to!" The voice demanded, almost angrily.
"Oh I dare!" Harry fumed, an angry spark lit within him. "If I am here with some higher power beings, then yes, you should know who the hell I am, what the hell I am and where the hell I'm supposed to go from here. I do not want to spend the remainder of my years in a white 'room' with a voice that likes to act dumb." He snapped.
"Do not insult us." The voice was now directly behind him. He spun around and faltered at the sight there. There was a figure stood not 6ft from him.
"Get out of that body." The young man commanded in a forced calm voice.
"We took this form because you are familiar with it." The man before him stated. "Perhaps another form is needed." He seemed to be thinking for a moment before he nodded almost to himself.
A second form appeared next to the first and Harry's eyes widened to an almost impossible width.
Stood before him were the forms of Sirius Black and James Potter.
"You really are sick mother fuckers aren't you?" snarled the Gryffindor as he tore his eyes from the sight. He willed the tears that were threatening to spill away and ran a hand through his shoulder length hair. Frustrated with it already, he conjured a simple band to tie it back with a wave of his hand.
"Why do you react as you do?" The voice of his Godfather reached his ears.
"We were certain that these forms were forms you looked fondly upon." His father's voice spoke and Harry turned back around to face the pair.
"I do look fondly upon them. The memory of them." He said simply and the pair looked confused at the statement.
"Explain." 'James' said.
"They are dead. You," he pointed to his 'father'. "Died when I was a year of age, protecting me and my mother. And you," he pointed to 'Sirius'. "Died protecting me and my friends. So don't be startled if I'm more than a little pissed off at you using them to speak through!" he snapped the last part.
The pair looked at him with something akin to sympathy and regret.
"We apologise." 'James' said.
"We did not know these forms would cause you pain." 'Sirius' added. "Had we known we would have chosen another. You simply regarded these forms as two of the few you hold closest to your heart."
"So much for mental blocks." Harry muttered.
"Fear not Harry Potter, your mental barriers are well formed. However we have access to any and all information." The young wizard raised an eyebrow.
"Then why did you ask me for confirmation as to whether I was part Elf?" He asked.
"We asked you merely to gauge your reaction." 'James' said with a half smile and Harry snorted.
"And did my reaction please you?" he drawled.
"It did." 'Sirius' answered simply.
"Ok… So, about why I'm here." Harry tucked his hands into the pockets in his jeans only to discover he was no longer wearing what he was wearing when he first arrived.
Replacing his jeans were comfortable black dragon-hide pants. Attached to both thighs were sheaths that hold a total of 2 daggers per leg. His feet had on them a pair of his own dragon-hide boots from back home – also black. On the inside of his right book was another sheath. Though this one, he knew, was there for his second wand. He was pleased to see it already there.
Instead of the sweater he had on earlier, he now donned a jade coloured shirt that was tucked into the waistband of his pants and over that was a dragon-hide waistcoat. The waistcoat wasn't buttoned up however, leaving his shirt exposed. Over the entire ensemble was a long coat – also in dragon-hide – that reached to his mid-calf.
Around his waist sat a belt and attached to the belt was a sword and scabbard.
He removed the sword from the scabbard to study it. The handle was the colour of jade and had a silver almost-floral-but-not-quite design etched there. The blade was made of a metal he wasn't familiar with, highly polished and had etched in jade, an inscription in a language he didn't recognise but looked oddly familiar. The over all shape of the blade seemed curved, almost flowing. With a final glance at it, he re-sheathed it.
He felt something tug at both wrists so he pushed the cuffs on his coat up on one arm revealing the handle of what seemed to be a knife.
The handles of the knife were the same jade colour that had been on his sword and had the same silver almost-floral-but-not-quite design etched there. He removed a knife and studied the blade. It, as well as his sword, was made of a metal he wasn't familiar with and had been etched in the jade colour of the handle in the same design. The knife seemed to have a similar inscription on the blade but not as long as the one on his sword. He slid it back into its sheath.
On the belt on his waist he noticed another sheath, smaller than the rest. He smiled when he realised it housed his first wand.
Over his shoulder there was a bag. Not a very big bag but what it lacked for in size, it gained in charmed size. It had obviously been extensively charmed. Firstly with a lightweight charm, and then more than likely it would have had a charm placed on it that increased the size inside. A few more charms on it for protection and it was complete. Harry looked inside it and saw nothing.
"There's nothing in this thing." He muttered, almost to himself.
"You only have to say what it is you will need and when you put your hand in, you will take out the item you spoke." 'Sirius' explained.
After checking himself over quickly for a second time, he looked back at the two figures in front of him. They were both looking at him with something akin to amusement. Harry made a face at them, causing them both to chuckle.
"You like your gifts, yes?" 'James' spoke. Harry glanced at him, wishing more than anything for the image to be really his father for at least a short while.
He looked down at the wand sheath in his boot and smiled as he thought about the wand that was his father's sheathed in there. He then looked back to the pair. He was about to answer when he noticed something… off about his company.
They looked the same physically; same hair, same nose, mouth, clothing… He looked into their eyes lastly and felt his own eyes widen.
He saw recognition in both pair. He saw warmth, love, pride and more importantly, he saw James Potter and Sirius Black.
"W-wha…" Harry stammered. "How?" he whispered. The two men laughed and started walking towards him. Unconsciously he took a step back. The movement caused James and Sirius to pause, a look of confusion and concern washing over their faces.
"Harry?" Sirius spoke, snapping the young wizard from his shocked state. Harry shook his head and almost ran into Sirius' outstretched arms.
"Sirius!" He muttered into his Godfather's neck. "Merlin I missed you so much."
The Black smiled and returned the hug just as tightly. "I've missed you too kid." He whispered as he kissed Harry's temple. He looked over at James and saw the slightest glint of jealousy mingled in with sadness in his friends eyes.
He mentally kicked himself as he realised how this must look to James.
With another short kiss to Harry's temple, Sirius withdrew from the hug and held his Godson at arms length. "You look fantastic Harry." He said and laughed as Harry blushed. "Still not one to enjoy compliments aye?" He grinned at the scowl working its way across the blush. "You get that from Lily. Never one for attention that one but she hated compliments. Now your dad… well, you know how he acted in fifth year."
Harry suddenly remembered his dad was there too. He quickly turned around to face the man and without thinking he hugged just as tightly, if not more so than he did Sirius.
James was shocked at first but he soon shook himself into a better state of awareness and returned the hug.
2 minutes and a few tears later, the three men were stood in a circle.
"So, you know where I'm going?" Harry asked, looking at the other two pointedly. They shifted nervously which led Harry to believe that they in fact 'did' know where he was going but weren't supposed to tell him.
"We're only supposed to tell you that when you arrive, a troop of 5 or 6 demon-things are going to attack your location." James explained with an apologetic look. Harry nodded and looked at his Godfather.
"You've been watching Earth lately?" he asked, Sirius nodded. "Will you watch over them for me? I'll look when I can but I can't watch all the time." Both men smiled and nodded. "Ok, when am I going?"
"Close your eyes." James said.
"Why?"
"Because when you open them you'll be there." Sirius said in a tone that made what he said seem like the most obvious thing in the world.
"Alright." Harry sounded nervous and a little sad that he'd be leaving his father and Godfather. The pair seemed to sense it because they bother engulfed him in yet another huge embrace. "I love you both." The Gryffindor whispered and closed his eyes.
"We love you too." He heard Sirius said before he no longer felt their arms around him.
When he opened his eyes he was at the edge of what looked to be a forest. He remembered that he'd been told that there would be a small troop of demons on their way to his location so he removed both knives from his wrist sheaths, thinking he'd leave magic out of the equation for a short while.
He sensed the demons immediately, they were 6 of them, like was told but they were a good 10 minutes away yet. Relaxing for the minute, he decided to see what was around here. It was then he sensed four other beings surrounding him, but not on the ground. The four beings were in the trees.
He inclined his head in one direction towards the closest being, trying to get an idea as to what exactly the 'being' was. It wasn't human, but it wasn't evil. Harry found it odd though. The Elf parts of his senses were skyrocketing. After two minutes of subtle observation on his part, he relaxed. His companions were Elves; all four of them. They were no immediate threat.
The demons were all of twenty seconds away and Harry got into his fighting stance. He also found it odd that he knew instinctively how to handle these knives. He'd worry about it later.
"Who are you?" A sharp voice from behind him questioned. He'd heard and felt the elf approach him but made no move to let the elf know he'd heard anything.
"I'm the one about to be serenaded by a band of demons. Get your pretty bows out and let's play." Harry said, not looking back. "Leave me at least two please." These were his last words before the first of the demons came into view.
"Orcs!" the Elf behind him hissed.
"So that's what they're called."
Written by Messrmarauder (aka Ithil hin).