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.
Twelve: New plans.
Harry sat on the grass of one of the few secluded clearings in Lóthlorien which he back resting against the large boulder shaped rock that was stationed in the centre of said clearing. Thoughts of old friends and past homes plagued his mind; so much so that he never heard nor sensed the approaching pair of Elves until they actually stepped out of the foliage and into the open.
"How faired your audience with the Lord and Lady, young Harry?" The Lorien Marchwarden queried as he and his companion approached Harry's location.
Haldir's voice cut through Harry's mental haze as a hot knife would cut through butter, effectively rousing the half-elf back to at least a semi-coherent state of being. He shook his head to rid himself of the last of the cobwebs he knew to be lodged in the far-off corners of his brain and tipped his head back so he could see his friend's face. He smiled ruefully at the amused expression he was receiving.
Beside the warden stood a silent Prince of Mirkwood. The object of Harry's affections held in his eyes slight concern for Middle-Earth's newest arrival. Harry figured it was the seemingly hollow sight he must present.
"It faired well. Myself, Ata'da and Nanitta are on better terms than we were on previous meetings, which is always good." Haldir nodded his acknowledgment.
"Then why does a forlorn expression grace your features?" He asked, his lips curving into a soft smile though his eyes lost a little of their amusement. Harry sighed.
"A dream I had has given me much to think on and much more to mourn." The half-elf answered, not looking at his friend.
"What is it you mourn?" Legolas spoke for the first time since entering the clearing, causing Harry to glance up at him briefly.
"My Mentor; a Grandfather to me nay by the blood bond that ties me to Celeborn, but a bond formed by love and choice." He began to explain. "He perished." His eyes fell to the ground and his breath hitched. "He fell after I had long since left." In a move that startled both his companions, Harry jumped to his feet and gathered up his weapons that had been leaning against the same rock he was.
"What is the matter?" Legolas asked him, making him stop and look at the Prince, which in turn made him notice Haldir also.
"I am going to Imladris." He said. He then picked up the lone knife that was left and sheathed it in the empty sheath that was attached to his left thigh.
"Why are you going there?" The Prince continued his questions.
"Because I need…" Harry sighed. "I need to speak to Erestor." He finally answered as he pulled on his coat. Haldir stepped up to his friend and put a hand on the half-elf's shoulder.
"You know you can speak with any of us here don't you?" Smiling slightly, Harry covered the hand with his own and squeezed gently.
"I know, and thank you. It may seem odd, but Erestor is a unique being and I need his guidance right now." Haldir nodded in understanding and removed his hand. The Mirkwood elf looked slightly confused.
"Why is it you do not go to the Lord and Lady for guidance?" He queried. "Surely they are able to offer you what you seek."
"They are at that, but Ata'da and Nanitta are different than Erestor. The facts stand and I would appreciate it if I am asked no more on the matter. Erestor of Imladris is who I am visiting." He took a deep breath to calm himself down before continuing. "We are a way from the main city, would you like me to take you anywhere?"
"My business in Lorien is complete for the moment; I would like to accompany you to Imladris if it is not to much trouble." Legolas said after a moment's thought.
"Very well." Harry nodded with a smile. "Haldir?"
"Patrol Base." Came the reply.
"You'll have to give me a mental image as I don't think I've been there yet." The half-elf held out both hands in a gesture for his companions to grasp a hold of them. Once they were connected, Haldir closed his eyes and pictured the image of the Lorien Patrol Base in his mind. Harry latched onto the image and apparated the three of them to the location.
When they appeared at the base, there were 12 Elves already present: six of them occupied the wooden seating that ran along the far wall, four were sitting on the row of seats opposite the first 6 with roughly a metre separating the two rows and the final pair of Lorien's finest – that just so happened to be Rúmil and Orophin – were stood by a large map on the wall adjacent to the one that housed the seats, talking in low tones to one another, pointing out various points and commenting.
The trio's arrival caught the interest of Dinendal immediately and he smiled at them.
"Mae Govannen Harry," He looked at Legolas and nodded. "Prince Legolas," and finally, to Haldir. "fair Marchwarden who lectures on tardiness yet does not think to take heed his own words." Dinendal's words earned good natured laughs from the other Elves around.
"Ah brother-mine, you have arrived at last. This is most unusual." Rúmil commented, smirking slightly. "Not is it a custom of yours to bring guests with you to the morn meets." Haldir merely raised an eyebrow at their behaviour.
"Guest's we may seem but alas we are not. I offered Haldir transportation here and he agreed as, it is now clear, that he was already late. Now, the Prince and myself must be leaving. Oh," He turned his attention to the two brothers at the map. "Rúmil, Orophin and who else asked for a spar with myself later this morn, I think it would be best for us to do so maybe in the morrow? Today I am nay feeling too well and it may affect my performance." He grinned at the Elves.
"You feeling nay too well Harry, son of Anéthiel, would still have us yielding to your skill. But very well, if you feel as though you cannot compete against such skill," Orophin held out his hand and looked at his flawless nails in a mock disinterested fashion. "Then you may have the day, eve and starfull night to recover."
"Keep believing that dear Orophin." Harry said with a smile. "Good day to you all."
Legolas bowed his head and respectively brought his free arm, fist clenched, to his chest directly over his heart before speaking. "Aa' menealle nauva calen ar' malta." The seated Elves all rose from their seats and turned to face the Prince. They all then placed their right arm over their chest in the same manner as the Mirkwood Royal.
"Quel re, Taren Legolas." They said as one and with one last smile to all of them, Harry apparated himself and the Prince from the base.
When the pair appeared once more, they were not in Imladris as Legolas had expected, they were instead, on the landing that lead to the Lord and Lady of Lóthlorien's chambers. The blonde turned to his companion, his mouth open and ready to question him but he was stopped when Harry raised a silencing hand.
"I will nay be a moment." He explained. "I must speak with the Lord and Lady briefly." Legolas nodded and Harry disappeared into the chambers after knocking and receiving permission to enter. And true to his word, not one minute later he emerged and held out his hand for the other elf to grasp onto. When they were firmly joined together, they disappeared once again.
As Harry did not have any image other than Erestor's office, his Aunt's sunroom and the dining hall, his choices for landing were few, so he chose the one he had used when he first travelled to the land.
It was the second time that week that the inhabitants of the main dining hall of Lord Elrond's home got a fright during their breakfast meal. And once again, bows were cocked with their arrows and aimed at the newcomers.
"I though you would be used to my popping in by now." Commented Harry dryly, watching almost amused as the armed Elves quickly disarmed themselves, guilty looks adorning their faces. "Do not fear," he said dramatically, emphasising his words with flamboyant, sweeping hand gestures. "For I have nay taken offence. Had I been in your position, with someone looking like I do just popping in, well… I would have probably knocked them unconscious before thinking but the principles are the same!" He paused, mock-contemplation washing over his features. "Though I would hesitate if the intruder were in the company of a Princeling from a distant kindred realm." He shrugged his shoulders and smiled brightly.
He did not see a hand belonging to said Princeling raise and hit him upside the head.
"Ow!" He cried, rubbing the back of his head while he turned to scowl at Legolas, only to find the other elf glaring at him. "What?" He asked defensively.
"Have I not asked you a number of times to refrain from calling me that?" The Prince ground out through gritted teeth. Harry sighed, though still nursed his head.
"That you have dear heart." The half-elf replied. Legolas inwardly fumed at his companion's flippant attitude.
"Then why do you insist on using it after I have clearly made my dislike for it known?" He exclaimed. "Every elf in the whole of Elvendom is aware of the fact, yet you seem to have difficulty processing the information!"
"I am well aware of your dislike for the name." Harry stated, almost bored in tone.
At the far end of the table where most of the Elves in the hall were sat down, Erestor had turned in his seat to witness the 'disagreement' the Mirkwood Prince and his Lord's nephew were currently having, all the while a highly amused expression fixed on his face. Beside him, Glorfindel too watched the proceedings as well as Elrond himself, Celebrian, Elrohir, Elladan and Arwen also.
The Lord and Lady of Imladris watched with varying degrees of amusement and worry as they saw the Prince become more and more irritated. Elladan and Elrohir were watching with eager looks and Arwen was eyeing the scene with a mixture of confusing, realisation and mild humour.
"If that is so," Legolas continued. "Then why do you call me by it!" He demanded to know and Harry's answer was extremely simple.
"I wanted to get a rise out of you." Was all he said and a number of Elves choked on their drinks, covering their mouths with their hands in the hope that their laughs would go unnoticed by the irate Prince.
"By the Valar you are the most infuriating being ever to grace these lands!" and with that, Legolas turned on his heel and exited the dining hall via the large doors at one end, though not before he nodded a brief greeting to the Lord and Lady of the realm.
Harry stared at the retreating back of his travelling companion and did not turn away till said back was out of sight. When he did turn, he looked straight at Lord Elrond.
"Lord Elrond could I possibly, maybe, hopefully borrow your Counsellor for an hour or three?" His eyes flickered towards Glorfindel for a moment before returning to the elf-lord. "And possibly your Glorfindel too?"
"May I ask why you wish to borrow them?" the elf-lord asked.
"You may, but my answer would be, with respect, that the reason is private." Nodding once, Elrond looked at his two friends.
"It is your own choice; nothing much needs to be completed this day that cannot be put off for an hour, or three." Glorfindel and Erestor eyed each other before turning to Harry. They each nodded their heads in agreement and the half-elf clasped his hands together, a thankful look crossing his face.
"Thank you. Can I meet you both in your office Erestor in half an hour? I fear I must apologise to the Prince." Another nod from the two Elves and Harry was out of the same door Legolas had exited a few minutes previous.
Back in the hall breakfast had recommenced and Glorfindel turned to Erestor. "What do you think young Harry wishes to speak with us about?" the blond elf asked in elvish. His friend turned to him and smiled slightly.
"I do not think for one moment that all we will be doing is speaking."
Translations:
Aa' menealle nauva calen ar' malta - May your ways be green and golden.
Quel re – Good day.
(Though don't quote me on those)
Written by Messrmarauder (aka Ithil hin).