For those of you who mentioned how Marry-Sue like Emilia had been, I am sorry, I hadn't realized how flawless I had made her. Be assured it wasn't intentional, I had been focusing on making someone for Harry to love, and to him she seemed perfect, and I never meant her to be perfect. I am currently working on ways to make her seem less… great. Ha, I know It sounds horrible but work with me here.

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Harry lay on his back staring up at the seemingly endless black sky. He marveled at how much his life had changed since he had fallen into middle earth. He had gained fathers, family, magic abilities, and even a closer relationship with his godfather. All of these good things had happened, and he didn't even know how. And, he remembered one of the days he had first got here, he had suddenly gone from only speaking English and Elvin to speaking the language of Middle Earth. Also, he had never had control of his wandless magic before, except for some accidental, and even then there were no streaks of blue light. How had he gone from being an orphaned, 'average' wizard to being a powerful young man with more family than he had ever thought or dreamt he would have? He even had a young girl he had loved. Emilia… well, there was an odd concept. She seemed to have everything, beauty, skill, love, intelligence… But there was also something odd about her…. She seemed to have no weaknesses, no faults. That was absurd, of course. Middle Earth or not, no body was perfect… Or was it just that he was so in love that he didn't see her faults? That must be it… he had never been in love before, but he had heard that the person you fell in love with seemed in every way perfect to you. A loud shriek interrupted Harry from his musings. He sat bolt upright, causing Frodo, who was sitting next to him, to jump up startled. There was another yell, this time more terror-filled. Harry jumped up and scanned his surroundings. He immediately spotted Emilia over by a lake, where several snapping-turtles were nesting. Frodo burst into laughter, clutching his sides. She glared at him.

"Well it hurt!" She whined, huffing and stomping off into the forest nearby. The evening was drawing to a close, and the next day, after packing and traveling, they arrived in the city of Gondor. Upon arriving at the castle, Boromir strode in like he owned the place. The old man (or what Harry assumed was old, as you can never be too sure of age in middle earth… he had found that out the hard way… don't ask…) looked, up in surprise, and jumped out of his throne, his arms throne out in greeting.

"Boromir, my son, you return so soon! Tell me, was your journey a success? Did you bring the One Ring back to put to use for Gondor?" He asked excitedly, obviously not realizing the visitors.

"No, father, the One Ring has been destroyed." Boromir muttered softly, after releasing the older man from an embrace. The Steward's smile dropped some and he looked crestfallen.

"That's alright I suppose… Ah, and who is this you bring with-" he began, but stopped after his eyes found Aragorn. "So you mean to overthrow me?" he asked quietly, turning back to his son.

"Father, the throne belongs to the heir of Gondor…" He began.

"The rule of Gondor is mine, and no others! What nonsense have these fools been telling you? Turning you against your own father?" He demanded harshly, glaring at Aragorn, and then turning back to his son.

"What right do you have to deny the return of the king, Steward?" Gandalf roared, leering over him.

"I will not surrender my throne to some ranger form the north! This fool couldn't rule Gondor if his life depended on it! He is nothing more than common street rubbish!" Lord Denethor fumed, surveying Aragorn up and down, and spraying spit on the fellowship. Aragorn looked ready to strike, but Harry beat him to it. Harry jumped up and stood threateningly close to the stingy old man.

"Shut up! You don't even know him, you have no right to insult someone who is greater and more valiant then you will ever be! You are just mad because this castle, this land is the only thing you have to back you up from your disgusting rule. You are lying through your teeth if you call him a fool, and you are so unwise that you do not even know the meaning of the word fool! You couldn't get a clue if you were standing naked in a field full of clues doing the clue mating dance during clue mating season! You are an arrogant, selfish, conceited, self-loving, ignorant, pretentious mentally-questionable idiot whose ignorance knows no bounds, and god help me if you ever insult any one of these men again, I will not refrain from making you suffer more than you have ever experienced in your worthless, pathetic life, Steward!" he shouted, a bright black glow was illuminating him as he shouted, and all of the men except Sirius were staring in awe, while Sirius just clapped and applauded.

"You tell 'em, son! Give 'em the old 1, 2! Hoo-ha! Get 'em Harry!" He cheered on, and if the situation weren't so serious, they would have laughed. Harry was shaking with rage, while the man shrank back, cowering in terror. After he backed off, the man drew himself to his full height.

"What kind of man do you think you are, boy?" He demanded.

"A hell of a better on than you'll ever be." Legolas answered for him, and Harry smiled gratefully at him, which he returned with a smile.

"I suggest you leave, before something should happen that you will not like…" Gandalf said, nodding toward the door.

"And be careful, Steward, there might be some big, scary fifteen-year-olds out there." Sirius said, and began mocking him by acting like he was frightened and shaking in horror. Boromir burst into laughter. His father turned to him.

"So this is how you want it to be? You turn against your own flesh and blood for some mere strangers?" he asked quietly.

"They aren't strangers… they are my brothers." He replied firmly. He looked to all of them, and they all nodded in turn (except for Harry, who he did not consider a brother, more of a son).

"You are not my son… I have no son." Lord Denethor whispered.

"And I do not know what happened to my father… he used to be a great man… but I do know you are most definitely not him." Boromir replied quietly. No one is quite sure what happened to Lord Denethor, Steward of Gondor. Many rumors were spread that he had throne himself off of the cliff at which Gondor was built in to, others swear that he had moved far south and took a ship to the middle of the ocean, where he spent the rest of his life mentally insane over the tragic loss of his son and only home all in one day. No one is quite sure, all they know is that they never found his remains, and many, other than his close family, have forgotten there ever was a Steward of Gondor…