HP/LOTR crossover

To free his world from the torment of Voldemort, Harry must leave. After a brief talk with some higher beings, he is sent to Middle-Earth.

A/N: This fic is set many-a-year before the fellowship departs when the Lady Celebrian was still living in Imladris.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT, AND WILL NEVER CLAIM OWNERSHIP OVER HARRY POTTER AND ITS CHARACTERS OR LORD OF THE RINGS AND ITS CHARACTERS.

Nine: Questions Asked, Words Crossed.

"Ada said that you had returned to Lorien to take Haldir back because he felt Lorien was unsafe without him." Elrohir grinned at his brother, who returned the grin with an added fond shake of the head.

"Which, when translated from the tongue the dear Marchwarden uses to the one we are all accustomed to, reads quite clearly that yes, he was worried about the border yet he was also worried his brothers were arguing with one another once again." Elladan finished and Harry coughed in an attempt to cover up his laugh. He saw the twins looking at him expectantly and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" He asked them, an innocent smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"What were they arguing about this time?" asked Elrohir, still grinning from ear to ear and practically dancing on the spot in anticipation. Harry clucked his tongue mockingly.

"Haldir is a respected Marchwarden in Lorien, and yet, you fear his reasons for returning are unjust. Ata'da and Nanitta would be most displeased indeed." Out of the corner of his eye he could see Erestor fighting desperately the grin that was making its way to the surface of is expressionless exterior. The twins merely folded their arms over their chests and looked at him in a way that told Harry they knew he was talking a load of… untruths.

"Who said they were even arguing?" the half-elf asked, evading answering for as long as possible.

"Very well." Elladan grinned. "What were they… conversing heatedly… about?" Harry laughed at the choice of words. He returned to the window seat and sat down.

"I know not." For a moment, the twins looked confused. But Harry continued. "If it helps, I distinctly remember Orophin yelling something like… 'Elleth'…" He noticed the grins on the twin's faces broaden and sent a confused look at them both and Erestor. The latter merely shook his head, a small smile on his lips.

"Elleth translates to 'elf-maid'." He cleared the confusion in Harry's face and watched as Harry shrugged his shoulders elegantly, his face too donning a smile.

The Elder cleared his throat, turning to the twins.

"Did you both want something of me or is this one of your inappropriately but strangely coincidentally timed social visit?" They blinked at him before breaking out into beaming smiles that made Erestor inwardly groan.

"The latter!" Elladan declared triumphantly.

"Of course!" Elrohir added.

"Without a doubt." They said together in perfect unison. Erestor groaned out loud this time, choosing not to bother to hide his dismay though fond as his attitude may be.

"Naturally." He drawled. "But if you do not mind, young Lords…" he looked at each of them in turn pointedly. "Your cousin and I were conversing on matters that were most certainly not for your ears."

"Very well." Elladan sighed dramatically and turned to Harry. "T'was a pleasure to meet you once again, cousin." Harry nodded his head, smiling.

"And you… both of you." Elrohir grinned at him before bowing dramatically at Erestor and dragging his twin from the office.

When the door closed Harry let out the chuckle he'd been holding inside. Erestor looked at him, not confused at why he was chuckling, but confused as to why he was chuckling now. With a grin, the half-elf tilted his head upwards and closed his eyes.

"They remind me of a set of twins back home." He said smiling, but soon that smile fell. "I miss them. I miss the twins, my family… though not my blood they were still my kin. I miss everything, but I can never return." He paused a moment. "It is not that I do not have the power within me to return… it is just that 'should' I choose to perform the spell to take me back, then Voldemort would also return and the world would once more be in peril."

"Though you may wish to be back where you were birthed, it is my belief that you will find a semblance of home in this world. You are half-Elven… just as Elrond and his children are. You are immortal as they are; you have eternity to find happiness where despair dwells. You have time to build stable relationships with the Lord Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel, and Celebrian as well as your cousins. Though time may not heal all wounds… it helps ease the pain." The dark-haired elf finished quietly.

"You are very wise Erestor." Harry said, now looking at the Elder. Said Elder's mouth twitched slightly.

"I had Godric Gryffindor as a friend once upon a moon… Leaving his company without the gain of even the slightest sample of wisdom was simply not possible." The half-elf laughed.

"One can only imagine my friend."

For the next few hours the pair spoke. Words of laughter were crossed. As well as words of passed experiences, battles, family, friends and loves. Even words on the simple matters such as how a Muggle would live were crossed. And Erestor seemed very interested in the device Harry referred to as a computer.

By the time Harry left, lunch was but a quarter turn of the hour away. And when he arrived back in Lorien, he decided not to go to the Lord and Ladies chambers until a later hour. Instead, he walked the woods of Lóthlorien, marvelling at its sheer beauty. Never would a wood such as this survived back in his home world.

He had been walking half an hour when he came across a secluded clearing where the canopy above opened up and allowed the sun to shine down. There was a large rock in the centre that looked as if it had been stuck into the ground purposely at the angle it seemed to be.

He strolled lazily over to the rock and with a grace that seemed completely natural to him; he threw himself down onto the hard surface that had been warmed by the noon sun. He laid back against the rock, his crossed arms pillowing his head and closed his eyes.

Five minutes after he had arrived, the corners of his mouth quirked upwards into a grin. Not moving any part of his body save his mouth, he began to speak. "If I had known you enjoyed to watch me Princeling, I would have offered you an image on parchment for you to keep and look at whenever you wished." A shadow fell over his face and he mock-frowned at the intruder. "Ah Princeling, could you are stood in the path of the light." He whined as he opened his eyes. He saw Prince Legolas raise an eyebrow at him through the scowl on his face.

"Why do you insist on calling me that dreaded name?" The golden-haired elf questioned.

"'Tis merely an endearment my Princeling." Harry chimed with a happy grin.

"But I have asked you repeatedly to cease referring to me as such. Why do you continue to use it?" Rolling his eyes towards the heavens, Harry sat up and leaned back on his outstretched hands.

"No offence is meant by its use, and you know it. At that same time, you know I'll nay stop using it because it obviously annoys you." He grinned. "And annoyance is a very becoming look on your face." He clucked his tongue when Legolas began to scowl. "Should you continue to revert to that look, the Elves in Middle-Earth will begin to refer to you as Legolas, son of Thranduil, Prince whose face is set in a stony scowl." The Prince raised an eyebrow.

"That title would be most impractical." He deadpanned and Harry laughed.

"Aye, that may very well be… but it will be an accurate one." Legolas growled in frustration at the seated half-elf.

"You are most infuriating!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

"That I am. And you are acting less and less like your royal status deems you with every meeting we have." Harry said in a matter-of-face tone, only causing Legolas to growl again. "That was most un-elf like, dear Princeling."

"Do not call me that!" the Prince demanded. Harry grinned.

"Never had you asked me not to call you Princeling. Never with a please, never with a thank you. One would think the Prince Of Mirkwood had no manners had one not seen him address the Marchwarden." Legolas sighed, severely irritated by Harry's constant tittering.

"Very well then. 'Please' can you refrain from referring to me as Princeling?" The half-elf smiled widely, beaming with mock-pride.

"So grown up you are." The Prince scowled. "Alright. Never again will I call you Princeling. You have my word." He bowed his head to his companion and laid back down once more. "You are still in the path of light, Prince Legolas." He grinned as he felt the Prince scowl and move a little away from said light path.

"What is your business in Lorien?" The Prince asked. "You never answered me the first time we met." Harry opened one eye to gaze at his companion. The other elf was leaning back against the part of the rock by Harry's hip. His face was upturned, catching the light and highlighting his skin.

"My original purpose here is not known as yet, but I have found things to occupy my time with in the mean time. Ata'da and Nanitta are in their chamber looking through a host of my memories, trying to grasp a sense of what my life has been like." The blonde looked at him in confusion.

"Ata'da? Nanitta? Who are they?" he asked.

"Celeborn and Galadriel." Harry answered. "It's a long story, but yes, we are related by blood. Anyway, at the moment they are looking through my memories… a complicated thought process I'll tell you about one day should I feel I can trust you with the information." He sighed, closing his opened eye. "So far since my arrival here in Middle-Earth, I have fought two demon-things called Orc's, been held at arrow-point by the Lorien guard, almost killed and healed the Lady of the Wood, been asked by Rũmil and Orophin to partake in a spar with each of them, visited Imladris, spoken with my Aunt, met my cousins, had a lengthy conversation with the fine Counsellor and finally… I met a handsome elf who despises the way I call him 'Princeling'." Another scowl, Harry grinned.

"I asked you not to call me that." Legolas reminded him.

"And I didn't call you it. I was merely referring to an event passed." He sighed dramatically. "I suppose you paid little attention to the former half of my summary of yourself. Being as you are more than likely hounded by countless Elves and elf-maid's alike who approach you with coy smiled and flirtatious eyelash batting, offering themselves to you." The Prince frowned.

"That is not my wish." He said defensively, but at the same time, genuinely. "My Royal status keeps my in the eye of many. I wish to find love before I lay with someone for eternity." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"So you are untouched?" He asked curiously.

"Nay, of course not. I simply do not commit to one who does not capture my feelings. Many-a-time have I lain with one of my kin but never have I lain with the same one twice. It makes too much for heartache I want not the responsibility for yet." The Prince replied truthfully and Harry found himself nodding.

"Aye, I think I understand my Prince."

Written by Messrmarauder (aka Ithil hin