"I don't know, one minute I'm asleep in my bed after fuming about being cooped up in that blasted house, the next I'm here, see you sleeping, and stroll on over. Where is here, and why have you been missing for over a week?" He asked.

"Here is middle earth, I don't know how I got here, all I know is I don't have to be the boy-who-wouldn't-die here and you aren't an escaped convict on the run from the ministry idiots!" Harry told him, voice muffled by his godfather's robes.

"Middle Earth! Who in the name of Merlin did we get here?" He asked.

"I don't know, but there are seven guys here who're all really great, there like the seven dads I never had, and guess what? I learned how to do wand less magic, and I speak Elvin! But they don't speak your language, only we three speak Elvin, and everyone here except you speaks some old language, but I'll translate if you want." He said, releasing his godfather.

"So, you've learned loads since you got here, eh? Who are these guys anyway?" He asked, glancing around at the camp of sleeping guys.

"Aragorn, one of the closest to me, who is about to become king, he's the one with the dark hair over there, Borimor, son of a ruler or something, he's a warrior. He's cool. Legolas, he's the blonde headed Elf, Gandalf, the one that looks like Dumbledore, he's a wizard too, but he uses some weird kind of staff, Pippin and Merry, they're hobbits, so are Sam and Frodo, and there's Gimly. He's a dwarf. In order of 'Fatherality' I guess you'd say." Harry said, pointing them each out.

"What did you say to him? I heard my name." Aragorn said, rising up and leaning against a tree. Harry blushed slightly.

"Just pointing you all out. Remember the guy I said was the first father figure I ever had? Well, he appeared in camp the other night. His name is Sirius." He told him, before turning to Sirius.

"That's Aragorn." He said.

"Ah, the one you respect the most." He said, walking over to the man and holding out a hand, which Aragorn shook friendly, and they exchanged smiles.

"Mellon o lyaa?" Friend of yours? Legolas asked.

"My godfather. The guy I told you about, name's Sirius." Harry told him. Legolas held out his hand, saying his name. Sirius shook it and said his. After many more greetings from the slowly awaking group, they knew who he was. Now, Gandalf and He were having a conversation, and he had to translate. They talked about their home worlds, about how each other learned and practiced magic, and about Harry. He really didn't want to translate about himself, so he toned down a bit of what each other said, and somehow, he thought they knew he did. Suddenly, Frodo jumped up.

"My sword, its glowing blue! Orcs or Orakiy are near!" He shouted. Harry stood up and pocketed his wand.

"What is it, Harry?" Sirius asked him, since he didn't know the full language, only bits and pieces. "I heard something about a blue sword."

"Orcs or Orakiy are near." He said quickly.

"That's bad, isn't it?" He asked.

"Yes."

"THEN WHY ARE YOU PUTTING AWAY YOUR WAND!"

"Wand less magic." He said simply.

"Aragorn! I thought that since I destroyed the one ring, they all died!" Harry yelled to him in Elvin.

"They did, except about forty that were in the living forest at the time! They didn't die in there!" He yelled back in Elvin, poising his sword. Harry sent a jet of blue light at three rocks, one turning into a large, shaggy black dog, one into a white tiger, and one into a large snake.

"What's with the animals?" Sirius asked him.

"I chose those three 'cuz they're my favorite.

"Okay, I get the dog and the snake, but why a white-tiger?" He asked.

"I've always been fascinated by them. I don't know why-" but he stopped when about forty orcs came over they hill, yelling and charging at them. Aragorn started attacking them one by one, taking about min on each. Legolas was up on a rock, shooting them with his bow. Each of the hobbits with their swords, Gimly with his axe, and Sirius with his wand, sending various spells that either killed them or knocked them out, while Harry shot jets of blue lights at each one, making them either explode in a puff of dust, or vanish all together.

"5!" Yelled Gimly to Legolas and Harry.

"7!"Yelled Legolas back.

"14!"Harry yelled, and they glared at him a moment. Without warning, one grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth, the other tied his hands together so that they were facing each other and he could not use his magic. They tied him up and started to make off with him, and he couldn't kick his legs or scream for help. No one noticed, as they were all fighting orcs. His tiger finally saw him and bounded forward, killing the two orcs and lying beside him, fending off any that came near.

"20!" Yelled Gimly.

"26!" Yelled Legolas.

"Mffhhmf!" He yelled muffled by the gag. They didn't hear him, but searched for him when he did not respond. Legolas came rushing over, killing orcs along the way. When he was surrounded by about six, he yelled to Aragorn.

"ARAGORN! GET ARIAN!" He yelled, as he stabbed one with their own sword and began to use it to kill them all with it. Aragorn rushed over to him and untied him.

"Thanks." He said, jumping up.

"It's a good thing you've got Siberia over here, they might've made off with you!" He said.

"Siberia?" Harry asked him, grinning. He shrugged.

"All beasts have to have a name." He said. By the time It was over, no one was severely injured, thanks to Sirius who was protecting the Hobbits. Gandalf had a slight gash on his left shoulder, which Harry healed, and everyone else only had minor cuts and bruises. Gandalf thanked him, and Harry walked over to the elf.

"Thank you, Legolas. You saved my life." He said, smiling gratefully.

"Think nothing of it. Like you said, every one in this camp would have done the same, given the chance." He smiled back. As Harry turned to leave, he didn't see the Arrow until it was too late, and it struck him in the heart.