"You return so soon! And others accompanies you! Who is this young man, an elf no doubt, he has an immortal life, as does the other." He exclaimed.
"No, they are not from this world, they come from one in the future, they are wizards." Legolas said.
"Intriguing…" He said. "What are you doing back so soon?"
"Arian destroyed the one ring. With his wizard magic, he destroyed it. Our task is finished. And my lord, I wish to speak to you in private this evening." Legolas said to him. Discreetly, his eyes flicked over to Harry, and the older elf noticed and understood, nodding his head.
"So, you are Arian. I am lord Elrond, king of the elves." He said, smiling kindly.
"Hello, sir. Arian is the name they gave me, my true one is Harry. Whichever ever you prefer." He said in Elvin, and the elf was taken aback a moment, before smiling broadly.
"Arian it is, and who are you?" He asked, turning to Sirius.
"Name's Sirius, pleased to meet ya!" He said cheerfully.
"The pleasure's, of course, all mine. Lord Elrond, king of Elves." He said. Sirius smiled.
"Will you be staying here, Aragorn, Gandalf, and fellowship?" He asked.
"Only for a while, until we begin our travels again. And, of course, if you have room for us in your wonderful city." Gandalf said.
"Always! Follow me, I'll show you to your rooms." He said, and began to lead them throw hall after hall. Eventually, they ran into a beautiful Elvin woman, and Aragorn smiled and blushed to himself, and at her, which she returned.
"This is my daughter, Erawin. Erawin, this is Arian and Sirius, please treat our guests with kindness. Watch Arian, he is full of many surprises." He said, and winked at Harry, who smiled. She smiled at him. She had sparkling green eyes, not unlike his own and his mother's.
"Hello, Arian. It is a pleasure to meet you." She said kindly, smiling fondly down at him in a motherly fashion. He warmed up to her immediately.
"Thank you, Ms. Erwin." He said, smiling back faintly.
"Ah, no Ms. Just Erwin, you make me feel elder." She said. The group smiled. She nodded at him and walked over to Aragorn. He wrapped his arms around her, and she hugged him close.
"Erwin…" He began apologetically.
"There is o need for sorrow or apologies, love. Let us forget past strife and carry on with the present." She said wisely, and he smiled, and embraced her tighter. Elrond rolled his eyes and smiled affectionately, and continued to lead them on to their rooms. While going up one of the staircases, his eyes caught a small Elvin girl around his age. She had the most beautiful violet eyes, and long, golden hair that sparkled like glitter in the sun. She caught his eye and they both blushed. Aragorn saw him and elbowed Borimor, who got Legolas and Sirius, and pretty soon they whole company was watching the two gaze at each other. They were oblivious to the goings on. She smiled slightly and waved at him. He waved back, and they walked up to each other.
"Oi, I think Arian found lady friend." Pippin whispered to Merry, who elbowed him sharply in the ribs. Pippin made a pained face and double over. Aragorn laughed and walked over to the couple.
"Emilia, I see you have met Arian. Arian, this is Emilia, she lives here not to far away." He said. Harry held out his hand. She placed it in his and he kissed it softly.
"Emilia." He said softly. She blushed and nodded. Laughing and chuckles could be heard somewhere behind them.
"Common, lad, there'll be time for kissing after dinner, I'm starving." Gimly interrupted. Harry stared at her a moment, before turning and joining the group unblushingly. The group kept giving him amused glances. Finally Borimor spoke up.
"Why so quiet, young one? Busy contemplating young EMILIA?" He asked. Harry scowled and pushed him into a bush.
"Shove off." He said grumpily.
"Ah, dirty thoughts." He said. Harry growled and tackled him. He sat on the older man's chest and pinned him to the ground.
"Take that back!" He said. Borimor grinned and rolled over so that he was on top.
"Why, is it not the truth? Surely it must be." He said, leaning comfortably back on his knees. Harry kicked him off and pinned him with his knees, poking him hard repeatedly in the chest like a typewriter.
"AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH." He struggled to get free, but Harry just poked harder.
"Take it back!" He ordered, pausing a moment. He breathed hard.
"NEVER!" He shouted. He continued to poke harder.
"ARRGH, I TAKE IT BACK! IM SORRY! STOOOOOPPPPPPP!" He groaned. Harry smiled evilly, and jumped off, earning a round of applause. He smiled, and they stopped finally in a corridor, polished to a shine, with six doors leading out from it.
"Some of you may have to share." Elrond said. Pippin and Merry exchanged glances, as did Sam and Frodo. They chose their rooms, and Elrond said a parting word.
"Rest now, I shall come to get you when the meal is ready." Harry stood and walked out of his room. He headed outside and down a path to a large stream. He took off his shirt, shoes, and socks, and dived into the refreshing water. He swam to the bottom and touched it, and came back up. He did a few laps and just played around a bit. He floated on his back a few minutes, and slowly climbed out, drip-drying in the sun, lying on the warm grass. He inhaled deeply and gazed up at the clouds. Finally, a place he felt at home. Well, not really a place, but with some people he now considered family. Sure, he missed Ron and Hermione, but they had each other and their families. Now, here, he had his. Maybe one day, not soon, in a few years from now, he would see them again, but for right now he was content with Aragorn, Sirius, Legolas, Borimor, and the hobbits. Gimly was like a cousin, or weird uncle to him, the hobbits like brothers, and the men each had their own fatherly qualities, Sirius and Aragorn tied in the lead, closely followed by the other two. He threw his shirt on over his now wet, baggy pants and stuffed his socks into his shoes, carrying them to his room. On his way, he accidentally bumped into Emilia. She grew red in the face, as did hi.
"Hi…" He said in Elvin.
"Hi…" She replied, also in Elvin.
"Wanna come with me to my room?" He asked.
"Sure." She said. They walked in silence, occasionally glancing at each other when they thought he was looking away, sometimes getting caught, at which point both parties would look away blushing furiously. When they got there, Harry held the door open for her, and the minute he closed it two hobbits, a dwarf, three men, and an elf dashed out and leaned in to hear what was going on. They could hear muffled voices, but couldn't make out the words.
"What's he sayin'?" Pippin asked, only to get glares from the group and an elbow in the ribs from Merry.
"So…" Harry was saying.
"So…" She replied.
"Excuse me a minute." He said. He stepped into the bathroom that was connected to the room, and put on a set of clothing conveniently placed on the counter. They were a lot like Aragorn's or Borimor's , except a little shorter. He banished his other clothes and stepped back into the room, where she sat patiently cross-legged on his bed, the ruffles in her dress falling in a perfect semi-circle around her.
"Where do you come from?" she asked.
"Not of this world, or time. Somewhere far different." She gazed at him curiously.
"Shall we skip the awkward talk? I like you, Arian, and it is strange because we met but a while ago. I think you are the one to whom my heart belongs." She said, blushed, and looked down.
"I know how you feel. I feel the same." He said, and went over to sit next to her. She took his hand in hers, and it felt right. Like a perfect fit. She smiled at her legs. She had such a beautiful smile…
"Let's get out of this room, take a walk, visit someone, I don't like just sitting here." He said. She nodded, and stood with him.
All the eavesdroppers outside the door heard the last part, and quickly scurried away from
the door, pretending to do something in the hallway. Harry noticed and suspicious behavior and stared at all of them, who all seemed to be in the hallway near his door.
"Did I miss the meeting of the annual door inspections, I would've liked to do my own…" he
said. Merry and Pippin's mouth twitched upward slightly as they tried to contain their laughter.
"Oh, no, we were just um… checking if… you were um… hungry! Dinner's almost ready, you gonna eat?" Sirius asked. The others nodded in agreement.
"Riiiigggghhhhtttt… I'm sure that was it. Just so you know, I am starving." He replied.
"That's good, because dinner is about to begin. Follow me, please." Elrond said, appearing from around the corner. Harry jumped and looked at everyone, who seemed unfazed. Harry shrugged to himself. They followed him to dinner, which was an enjoyable affair. It was
only themselves, and Erwin that were there, Emilia had gone home.
"Friends, I have a very saddening announcement to make. When young Arian destroyed the one ring, it did not destroy Sauron. He is trying to rebuild an army, though not nearly a hundredth as big, but large enough, in attempt to not only get revenge, stop the heir from becoming king, and capture young Arian to either drain him of his powers and kill him, or torture him until he did his bidding. We must not let this happen. It could be most deadly for the rest of the world. There is an attack planned for tomorrow morning, they will not kill except for my group, and those who get in their way. I advise anyone who does not wish an encounter with the Orcs to shut themselves in their own room." He said. They looked between themselves, then back at Harry, anger at Sauron showing in their eyes. Later that night, if one listened closely, they could hear a yelling match taking place between the hobbits and the older males.
"BUT WE WANT TO HELP PROTECT HIM!"
"THIS IS NO PLACE FOR A HOBBIT, YOU WILL REMAIN IN YOUR ROOM UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO LOCK YOU IN THERE!"
"YOU CANT MAKE ME STAY IN THERE!"
"WANT TO BET ON THAT!" In the end, the older males won. They had decided to take shifts guarding Harry's room, which also had to stay locked away in his room. (Even yourself are no match for Sauron. He has more power than you know. Gandalf had told him) the moon had just risen to the top of the sky, when the clinking of metal on tile could be heard. Harry jumped off his bed and pressed his ear to the door. There was a yell from Sirius, who had been on 'guard duty' in front of the door. More clinking could be heard, as well as a few sounds of feet thudding on the floor. Something crashed up against the wall, causing him to jump away. A few moment later, and he no longer needed to do this anyway. He heard a few battle cries, and lots of swishes and chinks of swordplay. He tried to wrench the door open, but Sirius had sealed and locked it preventing anyone from entering or leaving. He heard a scream, and a small stream of blood trickled in from the other side. His eyes flashed and the door came open with a loud 'whoosh', and Harry saw Gimly's unconscious figure slumped on the floor across from him. There were way more orcs than them, almost fifty, and most of them were already bleeding. He rushed over to Gimly. He wasn't badly wounded, he had just been hit upside of the head with something hard. He healed his head, and Gimly stirred. He looked up at the boy.
"Thank-you lad, elf woulda' beat me this round!" He grinned, and shuffled up to continue his fighting. Harry began to send his notorious blue light at the orcs, and they began to disappear. No one but Gimly saw him, so naturally they didn't notice the quick depletion of orc. Someone grabbed his hands, and bound them tightly before he could react. When he looked up, he stared straight into the face of an evil man with white hair and beard. Sauron… Sauron grinned evilly, and called over two of his orcs.
"Start carrying him to the towers. You, inform the others that once the fellowship is dead, we will begin our torment." He commanded at them. Harry gasped and began to yell. Almost immediately everyone stared at him in horror. He tried to spell himself free, but for some reason he could do no magic as long as they were on.
"HELP!" He yelled at them. They tried to rush over to him, but several orcs began to charge at them, holding them back.
"HARRYYYYYYY!" Sirius yelled, Fighting to get over.
"ARIANNNNN!" Aragorn was yelling, slashing orc after orc in attempt to reach him. They were to late, the orc had slung him over his shoulder and proceeded to carry him away. He gazed pleadingly at them, as they yelled his name helplessly, killing orcs as they did so. Soon they were out of sight, and all he could see was miles and miles of open countryside.