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-I: This fic is set many-a-year before the fellowship departs when the Lady Celebrian was still living in Imladris.
A/N-II: Any concerned parties out there who read both this story and my others; the chapters I am posting of this story are pre-written. I'm not focussing solely on this fic at all. I'm actually spending my writing time (which isn't much in the week) writing an update for "Golden Opportunities". Updates for "Not Alone Anymore" will be written and posted when I have the inspiration to write them. But know that this, along with the following few chapters I will post are in fact Pre-Written. Enjoy the read.

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

Thirteen: The Front he Presented.

"Legolas!" Harry called as he almost sprinted in towards the distant back that he knew belonged to his Prince; the same Prince that was currently ignoring any and all shouts sent his way at that moment. The half-elf growled low in his throat and scowled at a few amused looking Elves that were passing. His dilemma being as vocal and public as it was, it did not take a genius to guess what was going on so whenever he passed an elf or a group of Elves, he was at the butt end of many-an-amused smile, to which he always replied with a scowl and occasionally, he stuck his tongue out before continuing his pursuit.

"Legolas please!" He called again, thankful at least to note that the pair had somehow managed to make their way into one of the rear gardens but inwardly glowered at the fact that the windows of both his Aunt's sunroom and Erestor's office were facing it. When he saw the Prince taking absolutely no notice of him he clucked his tongue and stopped in his tracks.

Why he didn't think of this before he would never know but a second later, he had apparated from his position to a few paces in front of the elf he was trying to get the attention of, effectively forcing the blonde to halt immediately to save them both from colliding. When the Mirkwood royal got his bearings however, Harry was subjected to a glower that would have been amusing if not for the situation.

"When I do not answer your calls for my attention, it would generally mean I do not want you to gain it!" snarled the elf. "Why to you pursue me when I quite obviously, wish not to be pursued?" He demanded, anger glinting in his blue eyes.

"Because I wanted to apologise to you!" cried Harry in a pleading voice, throwing his hands in the air as he did so. "You are clearly angered by my words and I wish to make amends, but it is my belief that it is polite to apologise to someone face to face and not shouting at their back from a fair distance away with one third of all the Elves in Elvendom within hearing distance!" Towards the end of his tirade, the green eyed half-elf was snapping out his words, wincing internally as every one passed his lips. For a moment, Legolas blinked owlishly at him before shaking his head back into focus and narrowing his eyes.

"You would not need to apologise if you had heeded my words the first time I spoke them to you!" the blonde countered. Harry rolled his eyes towards the heavens, practically hearing not only his Godfather's and his father's laughter ringing in his ears, but also the quiet chuckling of Dumbledore and the amused giggling from his mother. He sent each one of them a mental message complete with scowl and outed-tongue image. He was brought back to reality when he heard his companion cry out in frustration. "You do not even open your ears now!" He found himself blinking, trying to recall what had been said but managing not to strangely enough.

"I apologise, I was thinking on something… other worldly." He explained, not surprised in the slightest when the Prince's attitude did not change at all. "Look, I'm sorry ok? I was having a little fun with you. Though we have known one another for no more than a hand full of days, you know that I would not openly seek to hurt you, nor your reputation!" Harry said. "You are a Prince among Elves, I know what boundaries I have when speaking with you in front of others and I honestly thought you would not mind some light teasing and playful banter. But obviously, your royal status has gone to your head and you do not know the meaning of the word 'fun' any longer."

He turned his back on Legolas and stared at a monument on the edge of the garden that had words in Elvish engraved on the front of the base. Behind him, he heard the elf sigh.

"It is not that I do not know the meaning of fun, as I do happen to enjoy myself when I can whether it be here, Lorien or my home realm of Mirkwood. My anger at that… name, you seem to enjoy using as you refer to me is… It implies that if I were to accept the use of it with a smile and a laugh, more would start using it in my presence and indeed, behind my back. And as I am a Prince among Elves there are lines that cannot be crossed." He paused, shifting slightly. "The name itself is an abomination of language anyway." He finally muttered causing a grin to grace Harry's lips.

The half-elf turned around to face the other being, the grin that was still stuck on his face grew as he noted the light blush that had appeared on Legolas' cheeks.

"It was meant for fun, my Prince." Said Harry as he took a couple of steps towards the elf. "Though what I said about wanting to get a rise out of you was a truth if ever there was one." The blush deepened, the grin broadened and Harry took a few more steps until he was almost toe to toe with the Prince. "You blush prettily." Noted the half-elf as he cocked his head to the side and peered closely into Legolas' eyes.

"I…ah…" stammered the royal but didn't manage to get anything else out as his mouth turned from opening and closing to being covered with Harry's in an instant.

As soon as he felt those soft, supple lips again, Harry was in heaven. Though the last kiss the pair shared was heated and searing with an underlining of lust and desire, this kiss seemed exactly what they both needed at that point. Reassurance, care, and tenderness with an underlining this time of a feeling that neither understood but were happy with for the time being.

The sheer amount of emotion that was poured into that singular act of affection almost drove Harry to an emotional overload so the Half-elf pulled away reluctantly. He cupped Legolas' cheek and smiled a teary smile he hoped the other elf wouldn't enquire upon at that moment.

"I am going to speak with Erestor and Glorfindel for a while, do you have plans to pass your day?" He asked.

"I think I will go in search of the twins before they come in search of me. Perhaps we will explore the valley once more." The blonde smiled but as soon as the words left his mouth, two voices cut through the moment.

"Dear Prince!" one cried out.

"Fair cousin!" the other cried at the same time and both Harry and Legolas shared a laugh before turning to the twins, Elladan and Elrohir.

"Elladan, Elrohir." Harry inclined his head, amusement now dancing in his eyes. He patted the blonde elf on the shoulder and chuckled. "They found you dear heart." His laughter rang through the air as he apparated from the garden, leaving the twins and the Prince alone.

When he reappeared again he was in Erestor's office, though it seemed, he was not the first one to arrive. He folded his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at the forms of Glorfindel and Erestor at the window, staring out into the rear garden. The pair hadn't heard him apparate in because he had altered his technique, taking into account the sensitive hearing of all Elves. He didn't want to burst their ear drums every time he entered a room or area that way.

"Where did he go?" Glorfindel asked his friend after they saw Harry disappear from beside the Prince.

"Where I said I would be." Harry decided to make his presence known and grinned as both Elves started. The pair turned around and blinked. Each had the decency to look abashed, Glorfindel more so than Erestor. The dark haired elf barely held in a grin that he knew Harry could practically see.

And see he did: Harry scowled in the Counsellor's direction only to have said elf wave away any indignation with his hand. Seeing Erestor open his mouth to speak, Harry held up his own hand.

"Hold that thought." He said simply before apparating out of the office and appearing again in his Aunt's sunroom where he found both his Aunt and Uncle standing at the window much the same as the pair he had just left. The half-elf merely rolled his eyes. "Honestly!" He said out loud, startling the Lord and Lady of the land. They both turned around so quickly that even with the grace of their Elven heritage they almost fell over. "One would think the Elves of Imladris have nothing better to do than to gawk at a 'private' moment between two others."

"Harry, I… we were…" Celebrian stammered, completely at a loss as to what to say that might appease her nephew.

Harry bit back a grin as he watched his Aunt and Uncle open and close their mouths in shock at being caught spying on his 'romantic liaisons', so to speak. He raised an eyebrow at them both and shook his head. "I'll talk to you both later. I think at this instant, I would more than likely blow things out of all perspective and over react." With an inclination of the head, he was gone from the room, appearing once more in Erestor's office.

This time when he entered, both Erestor and Glorfindel were seated on a two-seater comforter. About a meter and a half away from the seat sat another; identical to the one the pair were sat on, separated only by a low table. Though when he arrived this time, they noticed him and smiled. Catching Erestor's eyes, Harry saw the underlining amused anticipation as he awaited explanation for Harry's sudden disappearance. Rolling his eyes however, the half-elf took the seat across from the other two.

"It would seem you were not the only pair of Elves that do not know the meaning of privacy." He said offhandedly, reminding both Glorfindel and Erestor of their own crime. The pair instantly looked guilty. "Fear not, for it is my belief that we were witnessed by not only the two of you and my Aunt and Uncle, but the twins also." He dropped his head against the back of the seat he was on and lifted his right arm to drape over the top. It was however Erestor who groaned in dismay at the news, causing Harry to open one eye and raise it's brow in question. Glorfindel too was looking at his friend confused.

"You cannot say to me you have lived in this realm for the entirety of the twin's life and do not know why I feel disheartened by this information." The Counsellor said, but received a blank look from the blonde. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "By the Valar the only time you pay attention to anything is when there is a weapon in your hand and you are about to fire at something." Glorfindel scowled at that and Harry snorted.

"That was uncalled for Erestor!" cried the elf. Erestor merely waved his exclamations off.

"But it was honest." He commented with a smirk. "Anyway, I was simply saying that with the twins having seen what happened between yourself and the Prince, Harry… Well, I will say that I would nay be surprised should you find out that almost all the Elves in this realm know of what took place." Harry was silent for a minute before sighing and sitting forward. He rested his elbows on his thighs and clasped his hands together. His head fell forward causing his hair to fall free from its tucked back position behind his ears to flop down in front of his face.

"I will speak with the twins in due time and if everyone finds out Legolas and myself will deal with it. But it is not the time for that yet." He looked up at the pair through his lengthy bangs. "I… I received some deeply upsetting news last night." He began to explain. "The news came to me in a dream. My Grandmother was there also as she had been guided to my dream-plane by another being. She was not false and nor was the setting. My mother and three others had created a temporary link between where they were and the plane my dreams were on, as it is a lot easier to access someone's dream than it is to create an apparition of oneself.

"Anyway, my mother appeared and explained how she was there and why. Though the reason why wasn't anything dire, she simply wanted to speak with me and her mother. We spoke and my Father and Godfather appeared. It was during her explanation of how she was able to gain access my mind that I found out the only Grandfather figure I had ever known had died." The Elves in front of him looked confused at the how's and why's of the entire explanation but underneath, they understood he had suffered a great loss.

"If you wish to learn on how they managed to gain their access I will be more than happy to educate you at another time, but nay at this moment." They nodded for him to continue. "I…" He hesitated, looking down at the floor. "I do not know exactly why I came to you both if the truth were to be told. On the outside I appear to be perfectly happy, yet inside; my heart and soul are tearing in two. I am tired, but I cannot sleep due. I have energy I do not wish for. I need it expelled from me. I need rest but I cannot find it." His voice became a whisper. "I need to mourn but I dare not cry for him." He looked up at the pair, desperate need in his eyes. "Please, help me."

Glorfindel stared at the half-elf before him completely at a loss. Not often did he see a grown elf, or half-elf as it were, plead as Harry was doing now. He sympathized with the young newcomer. He had loved and lost and had very nearly died from the sheer grief that overwhelmed him. He had made the decision to keep his emotions from his face completely, keep his features schooled and try and forget about who he had lost.

The grief had begun to eat away at his soul and with each passing day, it took more and more energy to keep up his front. Erestor and Elrond had aided him through that stage of his life, and now he was contemplating helping this being his friend had taken a rare shine to. He knew Erestor was thinking along the same lines as he.

After Harry had stopped speaking, he sent one last look to the Elves opposite him, silently wishing for their help before retuning his gaze to the floor. The silence had stretched out for a further two minutes before the blonde elf spoke up.

"Why is it you come to us for aid and nay Legolas, nor your Aunt, or even your Grandmother for guidance?" He asked softly.

"I came to you both for two reasons." Harry began. "The first was because I trust Erestor and he trusts you therefore I do also." He explained without looking up. "The second reason was that I do not think anyone would want for me to expel my energies with the inhabitants of Mordor." Though his words were a mere whisper, the Elves across from him heard him loud and clear. Both pairs of eyes widened in shock.

"Surely you jest." Glorfindel exclaimed, still surprised at the confession.

"Respects to you Glorfindel, but do I honestly look like I would joke on anything at the present time?" By now, the half-elf was looking up, meeting the eyes of both Elves. He sighed, running a hand over his face. "Look at me." He said. "I am an emotional wreck, I cannot think straight, I can hardly see straight. I hold in my core pent up anger at Dumbledore's death, I hold sorrow, grief, pain, anguish, heartache… I hold it all and more! And 'yes' I would travel to Mordor, do battle with its occupants until I collapsed in exhaustion.

"I could have gone straight there but I came here instead. I came to you both because I knew if any could help me it would be you. I do not think I can go on like this." He hung his head. "A few hours have I known the news and I am already at the point of mental breakdown. When I was back home, I kept loosing people. Hell, every other week someone was lost. And even if I didn't know them personally, it was the war rekindled by my own blood that had caused their passing so I felt it like a knife to the heart." Erestor looked on worriedly at his new friend.

"But you seemed to be without trouble when you arrived this morn." He stated almost tentatively.

"'Tis but a front I put up to avoid enquiring looks, probing questions… I do not want sympathy; I just want it all to stop."

Written by Messrmarauder (aka Ithil hin.)