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.

Eleven: Family Dreaming.

The room Harry was stood in the centre of seemed, to his mind at least, to be a perfect recreation; a perfect replica of the Sun-room in Imladris. He knew however, that the room he was currently in and the room he and his Aunt had conversed in were not one in the same.

There was magic there… oh, he could feel magic left, right and centre but the air about it felt almost, wrong. The proverbial texture of it seemed down right off when put together with the image of the room he saw surrounding him. The only magics he could sense, were his own.

It was at the same point he realised this that he also realised the place he was in fact stood in wasn't the room in Imladris, but indeed a replica of sorts. What he wanted to know was why did he know it was a dream. And why was he dreaming of his Aunt's Sun-room?

His eyes roamed over the walls and the corners of his lips turned upwards into a smile when those emerald orbs fell on the window. He strode with the grace and ease any and every elf would envy over the short distance between his position and the focus of his attention before coming to a stop at the sill. He the proceeded to look out over the beauty that was the Imladris Valley.

Long before he heard the click of the door being opened did he sense who it was that approached. It was this reason alone that kept him from turning around and forming a defensive position behind a near by chair. Instead, he opted for not turning around to greet with a smile or even with a verbal remark when the door clicked once more indicating its closure and leaving the newcomer stood just inside its frame.

He both heard and felt the new figure approach his side, reach out and lay a hand on his shoulder.

"Nanitta." He began with a small smile. "What brings you to the world where my dreams are the only things that dwell?" He turned around to face the Lady of Lóthlorien.

The blonde elf-Queen looked at the face of her young half-Elven Grandson and returned his smile. "How is it you can define me as myself and not a figment drawn up from your imagination nor an evil spirit with the rather suicidal hopes of invading your mind?" She asked, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

"I know not save the essence I sense emanating from your person. That and the fact that I would allow no other to penetrate my minds barriers even in sleep." He grinned at her, earning a warm laugh.

"That aside my child," The Lady spoke. "How did I come to be within your dream? I certainly know this to be nothing like my own." She gestured around her to the room. Harry followed her hand for a moment as he thought before turning back to look at her face.

"If I am to be perfectly honest Nanitta, I do not know why you are here." He replied and just as the Lady Galadriel was about to speak again, a new voice interrupted her.

"I know why you are both here." The voice said and Harry froze, not daring to hope but not unwilling to believe. He saw his Grandmother turn around to face the newcomer. He saw her face light up with recognition and he saw both her and the newcomer almost run into each others arms. He saw bright smiles and teary eyes. And he heard muffled greetings and emotional declarations.

He then saw green eyes lock with his own.

The newcomer slowly began walking towards Harry, stopping only when a mere foot away from him.

Almost shyly, Harry raised a quivering hand to the face of the being before him, tentatively running his fingers over soft, pale skin just to see if the being was real. Tears of joy, elation and the barest hint of confusion flowed over his cheeks as he pulled the newcomer into a would-be bone crushing embrace.

"Mom." He whispered through the river of tears.

Lily Potter smiled a watery smile as she returned her sons hug. "Oh my boy. How I've longed to hold you in my arms like this." She said as she kissed his temple lightly.

The pair stepped out of the hold and looked the other over as if checking to see if they were real or not. Lily chuckled and ran her hands over the sides of Harry's face and rested on his shoulders. "Gods you've grown so much." She whispered in awe. "Your father and I are so proud of you… for everything you have accomplished in your life." Her voice was laden to the brink with unabashed pride and her eyes shone just as much.

Harry merely beamed at the parental praise he was receiving for the first time in his life… that he could actually remember anyway. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed his Grandmother smiling at the scene before her. He beckoned her over with a gesture of his hand and a reassuring look in his eyes.

"Naneth." Lily smiled happily as her mother stepped up beside her.

"Mom, not that I'm not happy to see you, because I am, truly I am… but why are you and Nanitta here? In my mind no less." Harry asked, giving his mother a mock-accusing look. Lily laughed, holding her hands up in surrender.

"I wouldn't worry my son," she began. "I alone couldn't penetrate your mental walls. It took the combined efforts of myself, your father, Sirius and…" She faltered at that point, turning her eyes downcast, but not before Harry saw the look of sorrow flash through them. With a sigh, the red-haired elf looked back up at her son. "And Albus." Harry nodded sadly, deciding wisely to keep his emotions at bay… for now at least.

"It's ok." He said with a small smile. "Carry on." After sending a cautious glance at her son, Lily continued.

"It took all of our combined efforts to break through the outer wall of your mind and only with Sirius there; his essence, could we manage even that. You built, whether it be subconscious or not, you built your outer layers in such a manner that a person could figuratively key in their identification code, or in our case, essence, and gain access. And out of the four of us, only Sirius was keyed in." She smiled slightly. "Albus, rather than being hurt at not being keyed in himself, was proud that you had the foresight to key in only one person; a dead person at that."

"It wasn't a subconscious effort. I did it with the hope of him perhaps coming to me in a dream… telling me he was fine. I don't know. Anything. But, continue." Lily gave him a long look before resuming speaking.

"After we got passed your first barrier it became harder to get through the others. But we managed it and I was chosen to come along. Well, I was chosen a long time ago because I wanted to meet my mother but that's neither here nor there. The reason I am here is actually two things. The first is to simply talk to you both. And the second will be made known later."

For the next hour, the three generations spoke about everything ranging from the history of middle earth to Celebrian and her family. The last war against Sauron was discussed as well as Lily's life as a child. The issue of Harry's own childhood was carefully danced around as he spoke of his life at Hogwarts and his friends.

After a time, Harry noticed his mother eyeing him, a mischievous glint in those eyes that were so like his own. He returned her gaze cautiously.

"What?" He said, wary of what was flying around the woman's mind that could possibly make her have a look on her like the one she did at that moment. But instead of answering Harry, Lily turned to her own mother.

"How well do you know Erestor?" She asked, smiling all the while. Galadriel looked momentarily startled at the question and after sending a confused look at Harry, answered.

"Erestor is a millennia older than myself; the oldest Elf residing here on Middle-Earth. He is a valued friend to Celeborn and I. Why is it you ask?" Lily nodded her head more to herself than her mother.

"She asks because she wishes to know just who her son has taken a liking to." A new voice; jovial in tone said from behind Harry. A voice that the half-elf knew all too well. He groaned out loud and put his head in his hands.

"Can I not have a private life?" He muttered. "I mean, you are supposed to be dead and all." Raising his head, he met his mothers laughing eyes and rolled his own. He then turned to his Grandmother, noting with mild amusement that she was confused and only then did he rise form his seat to turn around to greet the 'newcomer'… or what he thought to be an newcomer. It turned out to be newcomer-s.

The grinning forms of both his father and Godfather greeted him as he turned. He just raised an eyebrow at their behaviour.

"They're your parents and I'm your Godfather. The obvious answer would be, and is, no." Sirius said in a sing-song voice and Harry rolled his eyes.

"I haven't taken a liking to Erestor in the sense that indicates a relationship that goes beyond the platonic barrier. He was in a relationship like the one I just described with Godrick bloody Gryffindor for Merlin's sake… And to top it off you, Sirius, are effectively his heir. In fact, thought the possibility is slim, you might even be part elf." His Godfather just nodded his head, a mock-contemplative look on his face.

"Then why did you kiss him?" The Black heir asked. "A very sensual kiss it looked to be at that." He smirked a smirk that Harry returned with a glint in his eye that Sirius knew but wouldn't admit to knowing.

"I kissed him firstly because he's a damn attractive elf. We both knew that the kiss would be purely a one-time thing and had no qualms about it." He sighed wistfully, a silly smile playing at his lips. "An amazing kisser that elf is." He said more to himself than anyone else but everyone still heard. Lily and Galadriel seemed to find it amusing where as James found it odd hearing his son talk about kissing someone like that. Sirius had a curious look on his face.

"Erestor and I look a lot alike." He said conversationally and the attention of all the 'adults' was on his person.

"I did realise that fact, yes." Harry grinned. But before Sirius could counter the sentence with one of his infamous witty barbs, James cut in to the banter quite loudly.

"You two are not going to continue this conversation." Harry merely pouted at his father.

"Fine! Spoilt what fun I might have in this dream." Lily, James and Galadriel laughed at Harry's pouting face and Sirius' confused one.

"Erestor wasn't the only elf you kissed anyway!" his mother exclaimed excitedly. "This time is was a blonde one; very cute he was. A Prince… ling? If your words are anything to go by." She grinned happily, thoroughly enjoying teasing her son on his 'dating habits'. Harry just grinned back at her.

"Ah the Princeling." He said dreamily.

"Said Princeling is known throughout Elvendom on Middle Earth to despise that title." Galadriel pointed out with a small smile. Even she had not known of the budding relationship between the Prince of Mirkwood and her Grandson.

"Yes well, I'm trying to get him to give me as many different 'looks' as possible. Seeing him scowl at me is amusing and even enticing, but it's not the look I would like to see." He sighed dramatically, seemingly going into his 'daydream-within-a-dream' world. That was until his father cleared his throat, effectively getting his attention back. Harry only scowled at him though. "Ruin a perfectly good image why don't you." He pouted.

For the next hour or so, the five companions entertained themselves with mild banter, light teasing, and insightful conversation among other things. But soon, it was time for Lily, James and Sirius to leave and Harry was beginning to think he'd be slightly better off if they didn't see him again as he wouldn't have to see them leave once more. But he knew he wanted to see them, no matter what the cost.

So pushing his depressing thoughts to the back of his mind along with other certain sad news he'd received, he turned a smiling face to the three visitors.

x-x-x-x-x-x

Harry opened his eyes and saw the stars, literally. He was in one of the open air Talan's he insisted on using so that should he wake up during the night he'd be able to see the stars, and should he wake up at sunrise, he'd be able to see the fantastic array of colour wash over the skies of Middle Earth.

A few moments after he'd woken, the events of his dream came flooding back into the forefront of his mind. The good things as well as the bad. And at that though, a lone tear fell down his left cheek.

Albus.

Written by Messrmarauder (aka Ithil hin)