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.

Seven: Ata'da and Nanitta.

Three hours had passed since the Lady of Imladris and the strange newcomer had entered the sun room and locked the door behind them. It was never unusual that Lady Celebrian would go into the sun room and remain there for a number of hours alone. But when said Lady retreated to the sun room with a complete stranger for three hours and locked the door behind them… Elven tongues began to wag.

Gossiping, as it were, was not a becoming trait of an elf.

At the three hour mark of the Lady and her nephew's retreat, Lord Elrond, Haldir, Erestor and Glorfindel were gathered in Lord Elrond's study with all eyes trained on Haldir as the Lorien elf recited the earlier morning training session Harry had.

"The way he moved," breathed Haldir, speaking in his own tongue. "It was as though his sword and those knives were made for his hands alone. He moved like he had been doing so for well over a millennia. And yet, he claims to have received them not 5 minutes before he arrived at the borders of Lorien where my patrol found him." A small, appreciative smile graced Haldir's lips. "And I must give him credit for the first impression he made on my brothers, myself and Dinendal.

"Such skill he holds within his hands. Two orcs he fought and killed within the time it takes Prince Legolas to cock and fire an arrow!" The party before him clearly did not believe a word coming from his mouth. Erestor seemed to be the only one with a completely impassive expression, and the Marchwarden could not tell the Counsellor's reaction.

Haldir grinned at them all. This in itself unnerved them somewhat as they'd not seen the Marchwarden of Lorien in such a mood for many-a-year. "Lord Elrond, who would be the more gifted elf at hand-to-hand combat here in Imladris?" He asked the elf-lord.

The Lord of Imladris thought a moment before he answered. "That would be a choice of either Erestor or Glorfindel. Neither surpasses the other." At this, Erestor quickly spoke up, as if been shaken awake by a very unpleasant prospect.

"That fact may be. But 'tis Glorfindel who stays active with training and patrols." Both Glorfindel and Elrond eyed their friend confused while Haldir kept his amusement at the Counsellor's reaction held within him. He schooled himself however, when Elrond turned back to him.

"Then it would be Glorfindel, why is it you ask?" the elf-lord questioned.

"Because I know you not to believe my words on Harry's abilities… A request… that Glorfindel spars with him at some point in the future." For the longest moment, Lord Elrond and Glorfindel merely blinked at him, somewhat affronted at the bold suggestion from the Marchwarden. It seemed to them, there was more to this elf than all of Elvendom was willing to admit.

Erestor, relieved at not being the one cornered for what he knew would be a suggestion to spar with the son of Anéthiel, allowed himself the smallest and yet, the smuggest of smiles grace his lips. Oh Elrond and Glorfindel would be suspicious of him, but there was not a chance in all of Adar that he, Erestor, would ever face Harry Potter in a spar. Not after seeing how the newcomer had caught the sword he'd thrown.

Erestor was also beginning to appreciate this new side of the Lorien warden he was seeing. Harry, it seemed, had an effect on everyone he came into contact with. And in the Marchwarden's case, it was for the better. He could not help but inwardly laugh at what Harry's presence was doing to the Prince of Mirkwood.

"What are your thoughts on the matter Erestor?" Glorfindel was looking expectantly and accusingly at his friend. The dark-haired elf simply smiled innocently.

"I think that you should indeed spar with the newcomer. After all, he has the dear Marchwarden's praise grasped firmly and, with respects Haldir," Haldir nodded. "That is not an easy thing to gain." Though he knew that neither Glorfindel nor Elrond heard it, his closeness to the Lorien elf caused him to hear the muffle snort that emanated from the warden. Yes. Haldir had indeed a reputation. And one that he seemed very proud of.

"I shall request a spar of him when he returns from his talk with Lady Celebrian." Glorfindel announced, feeling somewhat unnerved at Haldir's clear favouritism. Haldir is known for his excellent judge of character. He chooses his friends well and remains as loyal as Erestor does.

At that moment, the door to the study opened and in strolled, as happy as a summer's morn, Harry and Celebrian, arm in arm and laughing at something Harry had just said.

The former Gryffindor's laugh died when they stepped up to the four Elves but the smile never left his face.

"I trust your crossed words were pleasant?" Elrond smiled at seeing his wife's joyous expression.

"Much." She said as she took the chair beside her husband. Harry waited until the Lady was seated before taking his own seat beside Erestor. "Though Harry's life has been a sad one, he has survived. With Harry's permission, I will tell you later this night." Harry smiled and nodded.

"I would tell you myself…" He grinned. "Uncle Elrond." Glorfindel and Erestor choked, coughing to cover up their laughs. After sending an exasperated eye at the pair, Elrond turned back to Harry and gestured for him to continue. "But I suspect I will have to tell Ata'da and Nanitta when Haldir and I return to Lorien." Elrond nodded.

"Harry, I have heard tell of your morn training session." The elf lord began and Harry turned a raised eyebrow at Haldir, who in turn, sent Harry a look of pure innocence. "We were curious as to whether you would perhaps par take in a friendly spar with the Taurn Kano." Harry looked from Elrond, to Glorfindel and then to Haldir, once again, raising an eyebrow.

"They were all but dismissive of your abilities!" He protested. "Though when the prospect of a spar was heard, the Counsellor here was less than enthusiastic at the thought of facing you." Haldir grinned at said Counsellor, who in return scowled. "One can only think why." Harry laughed.

"Erestor, that look is as becoming when it is upon your face as it is when it is upon the Princeling's." He teased and watched as a fine blush worked its way over the Counsellor's cheeks before speaking again. "But in all seriousness, I came here not for a spar, but to speak with my Aunt. And I have done as such but before I return with Haldir to Lorien, I would like for the chance to converse with tall, dark and blushingly handsome over here." He jerked his head in Erestor's direction and grinned as the aforementioned elf continued to blush most becomingly.

"Harry, with respects, I would choose not to stay longer than I already have." Haldir began. "No ill word upon your halls Lord Elrond of course, I simply do not feel Lorien is as safe as it could be without my being there on the patrols." Harry rose from his seat when Haldir rose from his own.

"Very well Haldir." He turned to Erestor. "Could we meet in five minutes? I wish to take Haldir back to Lorien." The dark haired elf nodded and raised an eyebrow at Harry's out-stretched hand. "Picture an image in your mind of the place where you wish for me to meet you." Erestor tentatively took hold of Harry's hand and pictured his office clearly in his minds eye. After a moment of silence, Harry released Erestor's hand and stepped up beside Haldir.

"It was a pleasure to see you again Lord Elrond, Lady Celebrian." Haldir said with a slight bow of his head. He nodded to Glorfindel and Erestor before grasping a little tightly onto Harry's right arm.

"See you in five minutes." The half-elf said to Erestor before disappearing from sight with Haldir in tow.

The image Haldir had for Harry was different than the one of his Talan, but he chose not to comment and proceed to the location anyway. When the pair arrived at the spot, they were confronted by Orophin and Rũmil talking very loudly in elvish, each wearing their own angered expression.

Haldir sighed and Harry got the distinct feeling that the protection of Lorien wasn't the only reason he had returned early.

"You were on duty!" Rũmil said in a clipped tone, not having noticed his brothers sudden arrival.

"Of this I am well aware, brother!" Orophin snapped.

"I doubt you are!" The middle brother threw his hands in the air in an exasperated manner. "Haldir had been gone but an hour and you already neglect your duties!"

"Such lies Rũmil! I neglected nothing of the kind! I was merely conversing with the elf-maiden whilst the training session was being set up-"

"The same session you were mean to AID ME in setting up as Haldir was indisposed!" the Marchwarden chose this moment to intervene in his brother's argument. But before he did, he turned to Harry and nodded his thanks.

"Would either of you care to tell me just what exactly is the problem?" These were the last words Harry heard before he apparated from the scene.

When he re-appeared though, it wasn't where he had originally planned. He had appeared in the Lord and Lady's chambers. He didn't seem to mind though, as subconsciously he must have wanted to be here otherwise subconscious thought would not have over-ridden regular thought.

He took in the site of both Lord and Lady in each others arms on the small two-seater comforter. They looked to be extremely upset and Harry felt a pang of guilt hit him in the gut. He inwardly growled at the fact that it was he who was feeling guilty and not them.

But as the seconds went by, he realised that his Grandparents were indeed feeling guilty. In fact, the space around them was so thick with the feeling that Harry was almost suffocating in it.

Silently, he walked towards the Lord and Lady and laid a comforting hand upon Galadriel's shoulder. The Lady of Lóthlorien looked up, startled at his sudden appearance, but settled as she realised it was him.

"Nanitta." He whispered, eyes filling with the tears he never thought he'd have when faced with the ones who condemned his mother to death. "Ata'da."

Both Galadriel and Celeborn were looking at him in shock. Never had they expected those names to flow from his mouth in such a tone.

"Harry." The Lady began but Harry raised a hand to silence her for the moment. Taking a deep breath, he stepped back from the pair and closed his eyes.

"Show memories of joyful times
Of Father bold and Mother kind
Of new babe born in love and life
No pain it feels, no war no strife
Just memories of warm and true
Find them now, I show to you"

A faint beam of light sprang from the centre of his forehead travelled towards the very centre of the chamber; as it went, it grew in width and height until it stopped at, what Harry thought it to be, one square meter. A number of short, sharp bursts of light travelled along the bar of light, towards the large screen. When each bolt hit, the screen grew a shade lighter and when the last bolt hit, the screen flickered before turning to a cream colour and Harry knew it to be waiting for instructions.

Severing the connection with the screen, Harry turned back to his extremely shocked and slightly fearful grandparents. He winced at the fear that he felt but held his tongue from commenting.

"It is a minds eye screen." He began to explain. "It's basically a screen that can hold any and all of my memories. For this particular one, I thought you might not want to witness my more savoury exploits just yet, so I packed in it more of my happier memories, as well as some of my mother and Fathers." He hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"If there are any of my father's memories of his time during his school years, just… keep in mind that he 'did' change and 'did' grow a brain." The pair before him nodded. "You could activate individual memories but you don't know how I… well, how I effectively labelled them so it may be best for you to watch them all through. The so-named 'designation' of each one will be in one of the corners. Just remember them if you want to view them again. And when you do, simply say the designation loud and clear.

"To halt them temporarily just say 'pause memory', and to start them again, say 'continue memory'. If you want to see all the moments with my mother in, say 'Lily's moments – play sequence'. And the same goes for my moments, my fathers moments… and even some of my godfather's moments are in there too. Why though, is completely beyond me." He smiled at the thought of his Godfather.

"Why are you doing this?" Celeborn spoke for the first time since Harry's arrival and the half-elf cocked his head to the side.

"Because I am beginning to realise that the loss of your daughter hit you harder than the loss of my mother hit me. That sounds awful but when I lost my parents I was but an infant, I only knew my mommy and daddy had gone. I knew that Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail weren't coming back, but I didn't understand. I won't beg for your forgiveness of my words to you earlier, because although I was in an emotional state, I meant them. And that 'is' a harsh thing to say but I cannot lie to you." They nodded in understanding.

"I am going to speak with Erestor of Imladris. Oh, Aunt Celebrian wishes for me to inform you that she will be journeying here with Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen in the late summer month."

With one last smile, he apparated out of the chamber, leaving the Lord and Lady to watch his memories.

I apologise! I missed out chapter four while uploading the last three chapters. I've changed it so Chapter four is in its correct place. So when it shows up, you can read it. Gods am I sorry! I thought I'd uploaded it last night!

Written by Messrmarauder (aka Ithil hin).