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.
Three: Sweet Tooth or Lack There of.
Ten minutes after they had started walking, Harry stopped. He was feeling someone trying to enter his mind again. It wasn't the same someone from before but it was just as powerful as the previous someone. This time though, instead of sending a bolt of energy down the link, he sent a singular message.
If you try that once more, I will send enough power to kill you.
The probing ceased immediately and Harry continued walking, ignoring the questioning looks that were being sent his way from the Elves in his company.
For the next four hours, the five companions walked in silence. That was fair enough. Harry could do silent, no talking, not a peep. But he was in a different land! He wanted to know about where he was, the history… hell, whether or not he had any aunt's or uncles! Anything!
"How did you come to be in this land, Harry, son of James?" The elf Harry recognised as Dinendal spoke up as he stepped up beside the land's new arrival. Harry thought on the question a minute before answering.
"In my world there was a war going on. I was leader of the side of the light. I was our most powerful warrior and Voldemort, the leader of the dark, had been wanted to kill me since I was a year old. Anyway, the only way to destroy Voldemort was to do a spell." He paused.
"What kind of spell?" Dinendal asked.
"The kind of spell that only works when a trade is put forth. This spell was designed so the caster could send his opponent, in this case Voldemort, into another dimension. The dimension I chose for him was a void that would destroy him. In return for the powers, or the Valar, doing this deed for me, I had to put myself in their hands. So when Voldemort was gone, I sent a quick mental message to my friends and stepped into the portal that had opened for me to pass through." He finished, looking straight ahead.
"You were forced to leave you friends and family to defeat the evil?" Rũmil questioned from behind him.
"I was not forced to leave. I knew what the spell entailed when I was casting it, as did my friends and family. I explained it to them before the final battle. I am sure I will be missed and I will miss people in return, but there is naught anyone can do about it."
The next two hours were spent in silence before the company stopped to rest for the night. When they did stop, Harry looked around and saw no where even remotely possible to sleep. He looked back at Haldir with a raised eyebrow.
The elf met the gaze evenly without saying anything. Harry shrugged and turned his gaze from Haldir to the other Elves. It was then he noticed Rũmil was not there.
"Where is your brother, Marchwarden?" the half-elf asked. But before Haldir could answer, a thin shimmering silver rope fell down from the trees. Harry looked up but saw nothing in the light he had. His attention was soon on Haldir who had the rope in hand. "Up we go?" he said, amused at the thought of sleeping in a tree house. The Marchwarden nodded once before scaling the rope with the grace and ease a cat would use.
"You will climb next Harry Potter." Orophin said as he held the rope out for Harry to grasp. The half-elf eyed the rope dubiously and shook his head.
"Nay, it is alright. I will make my own way up." He winked at Orophin and disappeared, appearing a moment later behind Rũmil and Haldir. The two Elves jumped no less than a foot in the air before turning to glare angrily at a grinning Harry Potter.
"How did you do that?" Haldir asked immediately.
"Do what?" asked Harry, confused. By now both Orophin and Dinendal had joined them.
"How did you do it? How is it possible?" Orophin questioned as he stepped up beside his brother.
"Oh! You mean apparating?" They looked at him, confusion on they faces. "Yes, apparating. Well, I've known how to do it for about a year. I mean, I got my license a year ago." He babbled. Stopping as the confusion on the Elves faces grew. He sighed dramatically. "Apparating is the ability to disappear from one place, and appear in the other. Like so." He disappeared and re-appeared behind Haldir, causing them all to jump once again.
"Could anyone learn how to do that?" The Marchwarden questioned, his interest piqued. Harry shook his head.
"No. In this world I don't think anyone can use it. Well, save for me because I've already learnt it. On this world it just wouldn't work for anyone else." The elf nodded.
"Can you transport groups?" Dinendal asked. Harry thought about it.
"I can actually. If I do though, I only tend to transport one. Anymore would drain me of my magic too much and I don't know enough about this world to trust its magic so I won't be tapping into that any time soon." He explained.
"You could transport each of us to the main city, could you not?" Orophin stated, rather than asked.
"I could, but I'm not going to." The elf looked about to protest but Harry put a hand up to silence him. "I'm not going to do it because I want to see the rest of this forest as I walk. Do not ask me again." The four Elves nodded and he moved to take a seat by the trunk of the tree they were in.
Before he took his seat he removed the bag from his shoulder and then took off his coat. After putting the bag on the floor his set his coat down in such a way that he could use it as a semi-comfortable seat. He then sat down. He picked up the bag once again.
"Pumpkin Juice in a bottle." He reached into the bag and pulled out a clear bottle of orange liquid. With a smile, he unscrewed the lid and brought it to his lips, only to stop when he realised he had four pairs of eyes on him. "What?" He asked them all. They eyed the bottle in his hand with curiosity and he rolled his eyes. "You want some?" He held the bottle out for one of them to take.
"How do you drink it without the aid of a glass?" Rũmil asked.
"So Middle-earth is lacking bottles. How pleasant." Harry muttered before bringing the bottle back to his lips. "You put the open end to your mouth, like so. And then you tip the bottle end up so the liquid pours out of the bottle into your mouth." He took a long drink, closing his eyes at its sweet taste.
He took the bottle away from his mouth and swallowed the juice. He held out the bottle towards the Elves again and watched as Orophin slowly reached forward to grasp hold of the bottle. His eyes widened as his fingers touched it.
"What material is this?" He asked, taking it fully from Harry.
"It's plastic." At their questioning looks he added quickly, "Don't ask, it's far too complicated." They nodded and watched Orophin take a small sip of the orange liquid. "Do you like it?" He asked, amused at the look of mild distaste playing over Orophin's face.
"It is not to my liking." The elf said, handing it to Haldir to taste. "My tooth is not as sweet as some. Rũmil will no doubt enjoy it more than I."
They all watched the Marchwarden bring the bottle to his lips and take a small sip. After the first sip, he took a larger one. Harry grinned. Haldir was acting like Harry did when he first tried pumpkin juice. Enjoying it immensely from the get go.
"It is enjoyable." Haldir commented with a slight smile before handing the bottle to Dinendal who was stationed to his left.
When Dinendal had taken his sip it looked as though he was fighting incredibly hard not to spit the liquid out the second after it spilled onto his tongue. Chuckling, Harry picked up his bag and said "A bottle of water." He pulled a bottle of cool water, unscrewed the lid and handed it to Dinendal. The elf drank it quickly to rid his mouth of the taste the pumpkin juice left there.
"It is vile." The elf said, his face scrunching up in a look of intense distaste. "How anyone could drink such a thing is beyond me." He handed the juice to Rũmil who took it and took an experimental sip. His face lit up and took a few more gulps. Harry laughed.
"We share a sweet tooth my friend. I commend you." He bowed his head mockingly and grinned at his companions. The grin faded however when he noticed Haldir's face.
The Marchwarden was donning a deep and worried frown. Harry put both bottles back in his bag and turned to Haldir. "What is the matter Haldir?" He asked. The elf looked at him.
"The lady is apparently fading from this world. Whatever you did to her has weakened her beyond any of our healing powers." Harry's eyes widened with horror and he stood up. He picked up his coat and put it on and then hooked the bag back over his shoulder.
"Give me your hand Haldir." The half-elf commanded, extending his own. The Marchwarden took the offered hand without question. "Picture the chamber your Lady is in, clearly in your mind." He saw Haldir close his eyes and turned to the other three Elves. "Continue to the city, you will no doubt want to know if the Lady is well." They nodded.
Harry reached out his mind to Haldir's and saw the room he'd pictured. He gathered his focus and a second later, both Haldir and himself were in the room from the Marchwarden's mind.
When he opened his eyes he saw two figures. One was lying on a large bed, obviously unconscious. She looked extremely pale and almost at death's door. The second figure he noticed was quite obviously Lord Celeborn. Tall, blonde, regal in every air known to him.
Green eyes narrowed at the Lord and he made to step towards him but a squeeze of his hand stopped him. He looked back at Haldir, whose worried gaze was trained on the lady on the bed.
"Haldir, who is this?" Celeborn questioned his Marchwarden. Said Marchwarden did not answer though. Instead, his gaze was locked solely on the pale figure that was the Lady of the Wood.
"Haldir." Harry spoke quietly, successfully getting his attention. "Keep him away from me please? I do not want for your Lady to die." Haldir nodded, released Harry's hand and walked over to Celeborn.
"My Lord, if you would step away please. He can heal the Lady." He motioned for his Lord to move, but Celeborn would not.
"Who is he?" demanded the Eldar. Harry had to stop himself from kicking the elf where the sun shines not.
"My name is of no significance." The half-elf spat. "Now shut up and stand back." Trying to ignore any further words from his Grandfather, Harry walked quickly over to the bed where the Lady lay.
"Do you not want to know what happened to her?" He heard Celeborn call out and could not stop the answer from spilling passed his lips.
"I know what happened to her. I did this to her." He laid one hand over the Lady's forehead and another over her stomach and closed his eyes to concentrate. He breathed one long, deep breath before reciting in a low voice:
"Take my magic from her form
Her body pale, her mind is torn
I meant no hurt nor pain nor harm
Release her now, release this charm"
The form on the bed glowed brightly for a number of seconds before the glow faded and eyes alight with wisdom, age and understanding opened. Blue eyes locked with green and for almost half a minute, Harry could not find it in himself to look away.
Finally though, the half-elf removed his hands from their position and turned his back to the Lady on the bed. His eyes landed on the other two inhabitants of the room.
"Who are you?" Demanded Celeborn for a third time. When Harry did not answer, the Lord's eyes narrowed. "Tell me who you are this instant and why you attacked the Lady of the Wood unprovoked!" Celeborn said; his voice raised. Harry's eyes flashed.
"I would not call what I did to 'the Lady of the Wood' unprovoked Celeborn." He snarled.
"She did nothing to warrant such an attack. She did not harm you in any way, why would you harm her?" the Lord of the Wood asked heatedly.
"I do not know what the custom here in Middle-Earth is, but I certainly do NOT take kindly to having my thoughts invaded against my wishes!" Harry exclaimed, now shouting at the elf-Lord. "I care not for your customs! I care not for your laws! What I do care about is my privacy and I do not expect anyone and everyone to try gain access. I warn you both, do not do it again or the energy I pass to you WILL kill you." He took a step towards Haldir and bowed his head slightly. "Thank you for your company, Haldir of Lorien. I am sorry that my actions cause you concern." The Marchwarden nodded. Harry turned back to the Lord and Lady.
"I will seek an audience with you tomorrow. Tonight I will sleep." With those words, he apparated out of the chamber.
Written by Messrmarauder (aka Ithil hin)