Inspired from the works of " The gift of time " by DarkPheonix89 and " A fate touched middle by middle earth" by vimenenthusiast.
Chapter 1 Arrival in Middle Earth
" The hobbit " = mental speech
Harry landed on a patch on green grass and looks around to see that he was in a forest and from the looks which didn't seem too big. He quickly changed into a pheonix and took flight, he could feel the palpable amount of wild magic that seems to seep in everything of this world and could see the beauty of it. He knew his presence would not go unnoticed and made sure to travel a significant large distance and arrived at a clearing before changing back. He made sure his magical aura was suppressed and took inventory of everything he had.
He was still wearing his black robes with gold accents with a pheonix engraved on it. His basilisk hide Armour was still underneath, even though he didn't need it but still it was a lot more comfortable than the mithril armor he made when he was in Asgard. It was present in the form of a enchanted pendant around his neck along with his moleskin pouch Hagrid gave him back on earth. He mostly only carried essentials knowing that certain aspects of worlds were just not meant to shared.
The most he carried from other worlds were books or scrolls that he thought would be useful in the future.
His pouch still had the wizard tent which held all the things he would need to sustain himself atleast for month. Finally he checked his weapons, his twin daggers were still in their respective scabbards on his thigh his wand was on the holster on his right forearm and his bow enchanted as a ring was sitting on left hand forefinger. As he looked he could see the sun was starting to descend he quickly set up his tent and warding the surroundings against wild animals and also consealed it from outside magic. As he started to prepare a meal he allowed his magic to connect to wild magic that surrounded him to get a feel on the land around. He could feel that magic of this world seemed more alive and responsive than he have seen before in others.
He new that magic was sentient and sometimes communicated with people in different ways but here the magic seems to tied to the life around him. He could feel the magic seeping off of the trees the animals and earth itself. Whereas in his home world there were magical ley lines going here the whole planet felt like a huge bulge of magic. He spread out his area of awareness and could feel human settlement somewhere southeast. He reined his magic in and began to eat his meal. As his mind started to drift towards his current task in this world he knew that he would have to learn about the history and current state of different people of this world if he had any hope in defeating this dark god when he arrives. As he finished his meal he hoped he could accomplish what he set out to do without complicating things atleast for once but if his past experience has taught him anything, nothing seems to be normal for him. With these kind of thoughts he got ready for bed and drifted of to sleep hoping that everything would all right.
A few hours prior
A man wearing grey robes with a long beard leaning on a staff who is called Gandalf felt a huge pulse in the magic he felt from Arda it seems to originate from a forest near Bree. He could not distinguish anything of it's nature as though it was not light or dark, when he tried to get guidance from valar regarding this new anomaly all he got back was reluctance, confusion and caution. After some thinking he decided to wait and discuss it with the members of the white council before taking any immediate action knowing that all of them would have felt the magical pulse. At the same time members of the white council who were in various parts of middle earth were wondering about the same thing. But it wouldn't untill a decade before they would find the reason behind the anomaly.
Harry woke up the next day at dawn after finishing his morning rituals and bathing properly knowing that it might some time before he could do it again. He packed up the tent and dismantled the wards and got ready to go an a new adventure...
Time skip 10 years later
He sat at the prancing pony inn in bree having a drink thinking about all that he had been able to learn since he arrived in this world. Ten years, it had been that long since he had come up on this strange yet familiar but in no doubt beautiful world of Arda and in those ten years he had travelled long and hard. He had travelled through the human kingdoms like Rohan and gondor in the south where knights still protect the innocent reminiscent of the Arthur and knights of the round table of his home world. He had secretly passed through the elven strongholds of rivendell, lorien and the woodland elves of the north taking the utmost care in making sure nobody noticed him.
The fallen dwarven kingdom of erebor the lonely mountain was one of its last visited places where he had gone to check upon the sleeping dragon Smaug as they called him.The evil the dragon emitted was evident the moment he set foot upon that mountain a darkness was seeping in the very soil the trees rotting away the grass blacked felt like ash. He could remember the breathing of the sleeping dragon that reverberated when he pressed his ear on the walls of erebor. He knew the dragon needed to be killed but his magical senses told him to be patient, if there was anything he trusted in his thousands of years of existence it was to trust his magic first and foremost. A darkness and evil was growing in dol guldur, he could feel it in his bones but again his magic pushed him not to confront it right now.
Now he was here in Bree waiting for what he knew not but some kind of sign that would help him start his journey. As he was about to take another sip he felt a magical signature that he had felt during his travels enter Bree it was the istari as they called the wizards here Gandalf the grey. He had felt his presence numerous times all around middle earth as the istari seemed to constantly travel. As he thought about what would attract Gandalf's attention here having a feeling that it might have to do what he was here for. Finishing his drink he exited the inn making sure nobody saw him turned himself invisible with the deathly hallows with a mere thought and apparated to a spot near Gandalf to see him conversing with a black haired, well muscled thick bearded dwarf. From what he could gather this was Thorin Oakenshield the king of durin's folk after they left erebor, it seems though Thorin was going to lead a group of dwarves to reclaim the lonely mountain. He could see that even though there seems to some personal duty from which Gandalf was doing this but could ascertain that the dragon was also another reason. Contemplating his choices he made his descision apparating to a nearby area he mentally called Hedwig. " Hedwig are you asleep can you hear me? " as a reply he saw a flash of silver and white fire over his head and a majestic silver and white pheonix glided towards his shoulder.
" You know master harry you interrupted a rather interesting conversation with a tree " replied angrily. Hedwig only come a few years after I come to a new world and ever since she came here she has been utterly fascinated with the life around her, it seems the presence of the pheonix makes tha whole nature around rejoice. He noticed this around him too, must be because of his pheonix nature but didn't mention it to her so she wouldn't feel jealous.
" Sorry Hedwig but it was rather important and I'll make it up to you " he replied soothingly, even after becoming a pheonix owl treats seems to please her.She happily nibbles on his ear.
" Now I want you follow that dwarf and inform me if he gets into any trouble " he asked mentally and sent her images of Thorin. She seems to shift through the images and looked back and nodded her head.
" I'll follow the little man master harry and use my talons if anyone attacks him " she replied proudly and puffs out her chest.I chuckled and said " Be safe Hedwig " and got her reply " you too master " and vanished in a flash of fire.
Deciding to follow gandalf at a safe distqnce he went over to where he tied his horse. He was a pitch black steed with a slightly gold mane and extremely intelligent eyes his name was ignotus as it was only name he liked but he does let me call him iggy." We are going to follow someone iggy so i want you to stay quiet during the way okay " he butted his head against mine as though asking such a question was an insult. Laughing he mounted the horse and followed gandalf's magical signature and surprisingly it was leading to a really unexpected place the ' shire '.
