Harry Potter, and the Lord of the Rings Chapter 2: Getting Aquainted, a harry potter fanfic

"Do you speak that?" Aragorn had asked. He searched his memory for how the Lyrics went until he found the right words.

"No, Sorry, I can not." He said in Elvin.

"Don't be sorry, it will help." He said, pointing to the words and gesturing to the parchment. He spent the rest of the night trying to teach Harry Elvin. Harry picked up most of it, and could somewhat speak it, but he wasn't yet fluent. He could say simple things, though, and it was enough to get him through.

"Where did you come from?" Aragorn asked him.

"Don't think from you time. Different land." He was able to say.

"Age?"

"Thirteen."

"Afraid?"

"Yes, a little."

"Do not be. We will protect you." Legolas told him, smiling.

"Swordfighter?" Harry asked him. They nodded.

"Teach me?" He asked hopefully. They laughed.

"Okay." He said. They were overjoyed that they could sort of communicate, even if it was mostly one sided. Sometime the next morning, Gandalf remembered the way. The rest of the trip, which was about three days, they had taught him nonstop the Elvin Language, so he was now fluent. Once, they had run into quite a few Orcs, which Harry was able to take on himself, as they were remarkably like Crabbe and Goyle. He stunned them all, tied them up, and levitated them off the cliff remarkably quick, making Aragorn quite proud and shocked, all at the same time. They were walking, when Legolas suddenly stopped.

"What is it?" Aragorn asked. Harry stood beside him, and Gandalf and Borimor did also.

"What is it?" Harry asked him in Elvin.

"Shadow." Gandalf said. Harry looked at Aragorn, because he still did not speak that language.

"Shadow." He told Harry.

"What's that?" Harry ask.

"It is a monster, large and dark, very powerful." Legolas said. There is a loud stomping, and Gandalf shouts something, and I think it was 'RUN!' because that's what ever one did. He kept that word, and shadow, in my mind, so now at least he knew two words in their language. He took off, being slightly skinnier, taller, and stronger, than the hobbits, he had to help throw them across the gap. He was last to go. He started to jump, but stopped when the pillar he was standing on began to fall backwards. It knocked him backwards, and he hit the back of his head on the stairs.

"HARRY!" Aragorn yelled. Harry grabbed the side of the pillar, and grabbed his wand.

"Petrificus Totalus!" He yelled at the pillar, which froze instantly. Now, the only problem was that the other ledge was eight feet away.

"A little help!" He asked Aragorn, who looked relieved he was alive.

"Make some rope!" Legolas shouted. Harry yelled, "Ferula!" and a rope shot itself out of his wand. He grabbed the end of it, as it wrapped around a large rock. He held it tight, and swung to the other side. Aragorn threw his arms around him after he pulled him up.

"You scared me!" He said exasperatedly. Harry laughed.

"What? What's funny?" Legolas asked, staring at him.

"Nothing, he just reminds me of someone." Harry said, turning to him.

"And who's that?" Aragorn asked.

"Just someone from where I'm from. He... he was like a father to me, the first one I ever had, and that was a years ago." Harry said quietly. Aragorn shook his head and Legolas frowned.

"Come, we must go." Gandalf said. What the hell, Harry understood him!

"Wait, did he say that in Elvin?" He asked Aragorn in Elvin. Aragorn shook his head.

"But I understood what he said!" Harry said, and Frodo turned to him.

"Hey, did you just say that in our language?" Frodo asked him.

"Yes! He did! How did you do that?" Aragorn asked him in the tongue of man.

"I don't know... I just did." He said to them both. "One minute I only speak English and Elvin, and now I speak their language." He said, surprised. He shook his head.

"No time now! We'll talk later! Just go now!" Gandalf yelled, and they quickly began to run again. Shadow rounded the corner, smacking his whip and brandishing his sword.

"GO!" Gandalf yelled at them.

"Take them, I have to help him." Harry told Aragorn.

"Will you be okay?" He asked. Harry nodded. Aragorn turned and hurried the hobbits along.

"GLACIOUS!" He yelled at the flaming beast, spraying him with snow, and putting out his fire with a sizzling sound, and making his whip and sword disappear.

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Gandalf yelled. The beast roared menacingly, stomping one of his hooves and successfully making a crack in the stone floor. He made to take a step forward.

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Gandalf yelled again, angering the brute. He made to step forward and grab the old wizard, but Harry yelled,

"Bombardor!" Making him fly backwards and crack against the wall, cracking his head open and causing flamed-like blood to spill out, making a molten-lava filled gash near his left horn. Shadow roared and knocked Gandalf into the wall, banding his head on a large rock and causing him to pass out. Aragorn ran in, but found he could do nothing to help. As he weaved his way through the striking blows to get to Gandalf, he felt something happen in his chest, which spread to his scar and emitted a glowing baby-blue light. He found a chilling power he never knew he had, and as one that was completely unavoidable came down toward him, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. Aragorn yelling his name, he ignored it and put his hands together, sending a blinding bluish beam of light at the creature, which hit it at the heart and slowly spread through its entire body, freezing him in his tracks. The creature exploded, sending bits of rocks and debris everywhere. Harry dashed to the old man and yelled 'ENERVATE!' causing his eyes to flutter open. Breathing a sigh of relief, he felt darkness ebbing away at him, and fell roughly to the ground, losing consciousness. How long he was out, he did not know, all he knew was that he awoke near a camp-fire, laying with his head on a rolled-up blanket and one laid haphazardly on him. He rubbed his head and sat up slowly, glancing around. Everyone except Borimor was asleep. He sat up and put his back against the tree he was nearest to, noticing Aragorn was only a foot away to his right.

"Good evening, young one. You worried all of us, amazing how one such as yourself comes along, and the whole camp wants to claim you as their own son. It was quite amusing, hearing ever blasted person here saying that they would take responsibility for you, the hobbits and myself included. More than one tear was shed when you went out, seemed to think you'd died. No permanent damage, I hope?" He asked, face filled with concern.

"No, sir. Though I do appreciate your concern for me." He said politely, gazing across the fire at the man, who looked similar to Aragorn, except lighter hair and a more gaunt face.

"Nonsense, young lad! Who would claim father ship to one, and not take concern for his well-being! Are you sure there is no lasting damage to your brain?" He laughed.

"No, it's just I'm not quite used to having a parent, mine died when I was a baby, and I've only started seeing someone that I could look up to as a father naught but a few years ago. I do not know how to be a son…" He admitted.

"What about the rest of your life? Surely you must not have been living by your lonesome? You must've had some sort of home!"

"I have family, but they do not care. If I were to die, they would rejoice and be merry. Probably celebrate my death and welcome my killer into their family." He said sadly, whipping one of his eyes at the bitter, unhappy thought. Borimor walked over to him and put an arm around is shoulders.

"Lad, you had a bad child-hood. But that may change now, you have seven people to look out for you now. You are a brave young sir, risking life and limb to save one of your own. You will make a great warrior some day, one to be admired. With the proper training of archery, sword play, and combat, you will make a fearsome opponent. A son that would make any father proud." He said, before returning to his post. Harry began to sing again, in a tongue that Borimor could understand.

Don't always want to be the hero,

Don't want to save the day,

But it is my destined path,

The one that was chose for me.

Don't want what I have to do,

I have to save the day, so they speak

I have to save the world,

I have to give them what they seek

Without me all hope is lost,

Without me, they pay the cost,

I must fight the fight,

I must make things right.

Yea, though I hate my path,

And though I hate what I must become,

Without me we'd face the wrath

And evil shall in hundreds come.

So proudly I take my stand

And I take allies by the hand

I will fight for my friend,

And light shall not be lost,

I'll never let us come to an end

I fight for light, no matter the cost.

Yeah, I do what I have to save you,

I will save you. Do not fear,

For I am here,

And I will save you.

Don't be sorry,

I can help you,

Forgive me if I can't

But I do my best. He sang softly.

"So that's what you've been singing! We were wondering, it sounded horribly sad, but we could not understand. And then you began to sing it in the tongue of the Elf, and Aragorn did not take the time to hear the words. He, I, and Legolas were wondering its lyrics… It seems you have faced a lot, and are forced to be the one that rescues the world, and even though you do not want to, you know you must, that all hope depends on you, and without you all shall fall, so you stand to it bravely. You must have been faced with quite a lot back in your homeland." Borimor said.

"Yes, you see, where I am from, there was one dark and unstoppable, one no one could defeat, and if you did not join his reign of evil, he would kill you. You had no hope of survival if he decided of your disposal. There was a prophesy made, saying that a child would be born and would have the power to defeat him. The prophesized child was me. He searched for my parent's hiding place, and was told by a traitor, he was thought to be my parent's close friend, along with just two others. He betrayed them and framed his other close friend, the person I look up to as a father, and he was sent to a prison to rot for the rest of his life. Anyway, once the Dark Lord found me, he cast the killing curse on my parents first, and there is no way to survive that. It is almost unstoppable. Next he came to me, and cast the curse. He could not kill me, but instead it rebounded upon him, leaving him nothing but a spirit, he fled, but not before the failed curse transferred some of his powers and abilities to me. He has tried to come back three times, twice I stopped him, but this last time, he found a way to return to his full power, and I just barely escaped him alive. Now, I must either kill him, or be killed. I was named the boy-who-lived, and the world depends on me. If I do not defeat him, the world has no chance of survival. Because of this scar," He lifted his bangs, "I can feel when he is near, it burns when he touches me, and sometimes when I dream, or when he is feeling a strong emotion, I can see or feel it. When he tortures somebody, I feel all the pain. There is no escape until he is dead."

"Young one, you have quite a history, quite a future, and you should be looked upon with respect." Aragorn said, who Harry just realized had awoken.

"How can the world put so much on one so young?" Borimor asked desperately.

"That is where my song come in, given to me by a close friend." Harry said.

"We must re-name you. Your name would not fit in inside our world." Borimor said.

"Arian." Suggested Aragorn. Borimor nodded. "Then it is set, here you shall be called Arian (Are-ee-ann)." Things were silent for a moment, and Harry began to sing again, this time in Elvin.