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.
Two: Dirty knives.
The orcs stopped when they noticed Harry and the elf standing ready to fight them. Not a second after they stopped, they charged towards the pair. Suddenly, four arrows were flying towards them, knocking four of their company to the ground, dead.
The two remaining orcs watched with something akin to confusion and slight fear when Harry stepped forwards, his knives poised and ready to strike, with a grin on his face. The orcs looked at each other, shrugged in a very 'Orc' way before raising their own swords and charging at Harry.
In ten seconds, Harry had kicked both swords out of the Orc's hands, stabbed on in between the eyes and slit the other's throat, effectively killing them both. He made a face at the black blood that spilt from the throat and that now covered his new knife. He collected his other knife with a sharp tug and took a seat on a near by rock.
He set his knives down on each knee and took hold of his bag. He brought it to his face, leaving around 6 inches breathing space and spoke "Damp cloth." After all, there would be no sense using magic yet. He reached into the bag and pulled out a green cloth that was indeed damp.
He picked up a knife and proceeded to give it a thorough wipe, not seeming to notice the four Elves that were currently staring at him. Or at least to the Elves it seemed he wasn't taking any notice. In reality, Harry was indeed aware that he was being watched, but he dutifully ignored their presence until they had the decency to start speaking.
He finished with the first knife and made to put it back in his sheath when he realised how difficult that would prove with his coat on. With a mental shrug, he rose from his perch, set both knives and the cloth on the ground by the rock and removed the bag from his shoulder. That too fell to the floor. He them shrugged off his coat and laid it over the rock he'd been sitting on.
Now that his arms were free, he unbuttoned the cuff on both sleeves of h is shirt and rolled them up, exposing both sheathes. He raised his eyebrows and let out a low whistle of approval. He then reached down to pick up both knives and the cloth again. He placed the cloth and the remaining dirty knife on his knee and made to re-sheath the clean knife, but a voice stopped him.
"Who are you?" the same voice from earlier demanded in a forceful tone. Harry looked up and his green eyes met with sapphire blue.
The elf who had spoke was dressed in a grey and brown (what seemed to Harry) uniform. Said elf had long blond hair that fell passed his shoulders and down his back stopping not 2 inch before the small of his back. The other three Elves looked to be dressed the same.
"Tell me something before I tell you my name." The first elf nodded. "The higher beings… up there." He pointed towards the sky. "What do you call them?"
"Higher beings?" The elf said, obviously confused. "What is this you speak of?" Harry groaned.
"You know, Gods?" Silence answered him. "Beings that watch over this world?" Understanding washed over the faces of his four companions.
"The Valar." The elf that had been standing to the right of the first elf spoke up.
"Right, the Valar. Well, I was sent by them." He said unconcerned by what reactions the Elves might have. He sheathed his clean knife and went to work on his second knife.
"This cannot be true!" The elf farthest from Harry cried and Harry rolled his eyes towards the heavens.
"Next time I see you gits, I'm so going to kick your arse." He muttered before settling his eyes on the group before him, his hand never stopping its cleaning of his blade. "Explain to me how this cannot be true, because I am here, I am clearly not from around here. I know you are elf-folk. I am something of a mixed being. And not from round here. So tell me please how this cannot be true." The elf had no answer.
"You are a mixed being?" The first elf again. Harry was beginning to like him. His obvious outer arrogance not withstanding, he was turning out to be a nice elf.
"That I am. I am half-elf, one-quarter human and one-quarter Phoenix." The Elves stared at Harry in utter disbelief.
"You cannot be half-Elven!" the second Elf exclaimed. "You do not have the physical characteristics!"
"Oh I have those bloody ears alright." The half-elf grumbled. He waved a hand over each ear, removing the glamour spell he'd put on them and watched with barely repressed amusement the shock and fear appear in the Elves faces.
"What devilry is this?" The first elf snarled most un-elf like. Harry raised an eyebrow at the four arrows now pointing his way.
"I told you I was 'half'-elf. I also I told you I was one-quarter human and one-quarter Phoenix. My human part gives me magical from my ancestors; Family magic. My Phoenix part gives me all the powers of a phoenix; my tears heal… etc. I also have wings, but that's a different story." He ignored their arrows as he worked on cleaning his knife.
"My mother found out she was an Elf when she was at school. It turns out that all the years before she started Hogwarts she'd been teased about having funny shaped ears. But she went to school and the Headmaster explained to her just what exactly she was. It became very obvious very quick that she was adopted by her parents at home so she asked Dumbledore, her headmaster, to look into it." A sad smile flickered across his face at the thought of his surrogate Grandfather.
"Well, he looked into it and found out something very interesting." The Elves before him were now rapt with attention and had an eager look about them for more information. "It appeared that – wait." He said. "Where are we? What land is this?" He was thinking this had to be coincidental. Elves exist in more then one dimension, right?
"We are currently at the borders of Lóthlorien." The first elf spoke with undisguised pride. This elf seemed very proud that this was his home.
"I'm sure it's very pretty." Spoke Harry. "But what land is this? Not area, the entire land?"
"It is Middle-Earth where we dwell."
"Shit." Harry dropped the knife he was holding and didn't realise when it hit the ground with a heavy 'thud'. His eyes were wide with shock.
"This cannot be Middle-Earth." The wizard whispered in the denial he knew would do him no good. The first elf stepped forward and bent down to pick up the fallen knife, speaking as he did so.
"You are mistaken. We dwell in Middle-Earth." He looked at the clean knife. "This is exquisite." He breathed, his gaze travelling over the etchings. He tilted the weapon so he could see the inscription on the blade. "By Elbereth!" He exclaimed in a tone that suggested he was most shocked.
"What is wrong, brother?" The second elf asked, stepping closer to his brother. The first elf handed the other the knife before turning back to Harry.
"Where did you come by such an article of weaponry?" He asked, eyes narrowed.
"I was given to it by your bloody Valar!" Harry snapped, more than a little peeved at the questions. "Can you read the inscription on the blade?" his eyes flicked to his knife that was currently being passed around between the four Elves. "It seems familiar but I do not know the language."
"The language is that of the Ancient tongue. It speaks 'Anéthiel, star of Siryái, daughter of Celeborn wields this blade.'"
"Ah. Thanks. I guess the inscriptions on these are the same." He unsheathed his other knife and his sword and then handed them to the first elf that took them and studied them carefully.
"The inscription on the knife is identical to the other knife." He handed said knife back to its owner. "The sword speaks 'Anéthiel, star of Siryái, daughter of Celeborn wields this blade. This blade that holds the star in its core.' How did you come by these!" demanded the elf without relinquishing the hold of Harry's sword.
"I told you dammit! The Valar, or whatever the fuck you call them up there, gave me them. I am assuming that these belonged to my mother because she was the only elf in our line. The Evans' must have adopted her, changed her name, I Don't Know! This Anéthiel the blade speaks of is no doubt my mother with a changed name. Do not ask me why this idiot Celeborn gave up his child because, quite frankly, when I see him I'm going to kick his little elf-arse." The half-elf fumed.
"You will not lay one hand on Lord Celeborn!" The elf replied, angered by Harry's words.
"'Lord' Celeborn?" Harry said curiously before sneering. "He does not deserve the title." He spat before using his magic to call back his weapons. He re-sheathed them. He stood up, picked up his coat and slipped it on once more, but not before the first elf noticed the other sheath on his belt.
"What does that hold?" asked the elf, pointing at his wand holder. Harry looked down and then back up.
"It holds my staff." He said simply and leaned down to pick up the cloth and the bag.
"You wield a staff?" The elf that had not spoken one word since the confrontation began spoke. Harry turned his attention towards the previously silent elf and smiled slightly.
"I do." The first elf scoffed, causing Harry to narrow his eyes. He pulled out his wand and held it out for the Elves to see.
"That is but a mere twig." The first elf remarked and Harry grinned.
"Auctus!" He muttered and his wand began to grow in his hand. Not long after the simple incantation had been uttered, what was once his wand had become a staff 6ft5 in height. It was made of the same wood his wand was and had the same core with the addition of his own phoenix tears. "This is no mere twig."
"Impossible!" The second elf cried. "An elf does not hold this power!" Harry rolled his eyes.
"I am no mere elf. How many times must I repeat myself? I am half-elf, one-quarter human, one-quarter Phoenix. That is the last time I will say those words." With a nod of his head, his staff was once again his wand and he put it back in its holder.
"Who are you?" The first elf almost growled, tired of his question being evaded.
"I am Harry Potter." Harry answered finally, though his answer didn't seem to satisfy the Elves. "What?"
"Who are you son to?" the second elf asked.
"James and Lily Potter." He could see the first elf start to comment but rolled his eyes and cut him off before he started. "Anéthiel had her name changed by her adoptive parents to Lily. She lived by Lily Evans all her life, later to marry James Potter to become Lily Potter."
"Why are you here?" The first elf asked, motioning for his kin to put their bows away.
"No. I want to ask the questions now." Harry said. "Who are you?"
"I am Haldir, Marchwarden of Lóthlorien." The first elf spoke up and inclined his head slightly by way of greeting. "My brothers, Rũmil and Orophin." He gestured to the second and third Elves before gesturing to the forth. "And Dinendal. We patrol these borders along with other groups." Harry snorted. Haldir frowned. "Something displeases you?"
"You claim to patrol. I sensed those orc's two miles away." The four Elves raised their eyebrows collectively.
"How can one sense from that far away?" Dinendal asked.
"By using my Elven senses. If I am only half-elf, that does not say much for full elves does it?" Harry grinned at the outraged look on the three brother's faces. Dinendal seemed to be thinking on his words.
The grin slipped from his face and his expression hardened as he felt someone, or something try to enter his mind. His walls would hold, but it was still rude. He sent a sharp bolt of energy to his intruder and relaxed when they ceased trying.
He turned his attention back to the four Elves in front of him. Haldir was looking at him expectantly.
"What?" He asked them.
"What held your thoughts? Thrice have I attempted to gain your attention and thrice my efforts have been thwarted." Harry almost laughed at the manner in which Haldir was speaking, but held himself in check.
"Someone, or something, was trying to gain access to my mind. I was dealing with that. I do not take kindly to things probing or trying to probe in mind." He saw Haldir frown deeply. "What did I say now?"
"The being that was trying to gain access to your mind was the Lady of the Wood. Lord Celeborn wishes us to escort you to into the city as whatever you did, cause the Lady to fall into a deepened sleep." Harry raised his eyebrows.
"It wasn't even that powerful." He muttered. "You have to take me to see Lord Celeborn?" They nodded. "You think that is wise after my words earlier?" Haldir looked concerned for a moment but nodded.
"Lord Celeborn has requested your presence; therefore you must walk with us. You will not lay one hand on his person whilst in his company." Harry's eyes narrowed and he stepped up to the elf, stopping when there was a mere inch between them.
"You will not tell me what I can or cannot do. I doubt you would be so eager to protect your precious Lord when you hear what information I have." He stepped back. "Lead on."
Haldir waited a moment before setting off in the direction Harry could feel an immense amount of power coming from.
Written by Messrmarauder (aka Ithil hin).