Chapter 2

Hey guys I know I have not updated in a while but I was in and out of the hospital and my schedule when I was not in the hospital was hectic as hell so this is the first chance I had to update. Hope you enjoy. Thank you to all the people who have reviewed and favorite on this story as well as followed you guys are awesome and this is my first story that has been placed on a community that is not my own so I am very proud and happy so thank you for who ever made that community and put my story on it. So that is enough of my babbling let's get on with the show. Edited 1/2/20

Harry appeared near an old watch tower that he could see in the distance. He knew the man and four hobbits would pass through this area in a few minutes and he would do his best to help. He knew he could not stop what was to come but he could make sure that it had no effects on the hobbit and that he was completely healed from it. It would also let him have some fun with the ring wraiths while sending a message to the so called dark lord that dare use his magic.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the five people he had been waiting for and after they had past his hiding place, he followed them. After a few steps, he heard the larger hobbit whisper to the man he now knew as Aragorn, though most knew him as Strider, that they were being followed. Harry could not help but smirk as Strider's sword was drawn and he turned to face Harry while the hobbits were protectively behind him. Harry drew his dagger just in case and stepped out of the shadows surrounding him. Strider saw his dagger and attacked, but Harry with his battle hardened reflexes brought his dagger up, disarmed Strider, pulled him around so that his back was flush against his chest, and dagger to his throat to make sure he would listen before attacking him again.

"I am not here to harm you, you have four wraiths following you and they will find you at Weathertop. I can't stop what will happen there, but I can stop what will happen after from ever coming to be. While I am at it kill some Nazgul. I am going to let you go now, I only want to help. Once I am through with the Nazgul they will know not to anger me." Harry then let Strider go sheathing his dagger and stepping back.

"Who are you, why would you help us? At least take of your hood off so we can see your face." Strider replied Harry then took off his hood and he heard a gasp from Strider "James?"

Harry smiled but shook his head "James is my father, he is back in Rivendell with my mother Lilly and our two friends. My Aunt Arwen will find us soon after we flee Weathertop. I have yet to meet her. Now let us get going we are at least somewhat defended at Weathertop than we are here in the open and I would rather be there by nightfall." Strider's lips quirked a little at the tone in Harry's voice as it reminded him of James, but nodded sheathing his sword then turning to lead them to Weathertop.

After almost an hour of walking, they stopped close to the ruined tower. Strider looked at it with a reverence as he said "This used to be the great watch tower of Amun Sune. We will rest here tonight." Soon after, they were on an outcropping that was covered by an overhang of rock. The hobbits collapsed on the ground breathing hard. Harry turned away to walk over to the edge of the outcropping looking out into the fading night. He had done this many times in the last war he had fought in while living in that tent, Harry shook his head wonder how similar this adventure would be.

Harry turned his head slightly when he heard the rustling of cloth to see Strider pulling out four short swords and giving one to each of the hobbits, telling them to keep them close and that he would have a look around. After hearing this Harry turned back around looking out into the darkness that had little effect on his eye sight. Because he was master of death he could see through the darkness as if it was the sunniest day, and he could gather the shadows around him, not letting anyone that he did not want seeing him to see him.

He was not surprised to see four ring wraiths waiting for the hobbits to be left alone before they attacked. They did not see him because they were of death magic so Harry could control what they saw and what they didn't and at the moment they could not see him. Harry did not even jump when Strider came to stand at his side looking out into the dark.

"What do you see?" Strider asked in Elfish which made Harry automatically switch to that language as well.

Harry knew every language all the way from black speech to elfin language Sindarian "There are four Nazgul out there waiting for the hobbits to left alone before they attack. An attack that has to happen." At those last words Harry's voice took on a sad tone, him feeling horrible that he could not stop the attack. "What do you mean it has to happen, why can't you stop it?" Strider asked, a hint of anger in his voice

"It has to happen because this event will shape the events to come. All I can do is heal the damage and make it as if the wound had never been there or made in the first place. That is why I am here, is to save Frodo's future not save him from the wound." Harry ran his hand through his hair sighing. "Do not think me cruel or uncaring Aragorn son of Arathorn, for having to let his happen to an innocent young hobbit with so much on his shoulders. It is tearing me apart. But with what I am and my position, if I interfere too much on anything that can be changed, I could ultimately destroy everything with my own good intentions. There is a saying I once heard where I was born and it goes, 'the road to hell is paved with good intentions', which means doing good with wrong or selfish reasons it is a good way to get everything you love destroyed. So you see, that is why I can't interfere till the wound has already been inflicted."

Strider was nodding his head in understanding to what Harry said, but then he noticed something, "How do you know my real name?" Aragorn asked.

"I know everything important about you so that I know I can trust you. It is part of the powers I have. But no more now, all will be explained when we get to Rivendell." Harry paused nodding towards the path they took to get there. "Go to the walkway that leads down, when you are there stop. I'll surround you in shadows so the Nazgul will think you have left. Then you can come back and stand by me. We will wait this out together and while we wait I will tell you my plan."Aragorn nodded and did as he was told, once he was hidden on the pathway he stopped. He then felt a foreign feeling flow around him then settle.

After the feeling was gone, Aragorn walked back up to where Harry was standing and started looking over the darkened landscape again, waiting for Harry to tell him his plan. "When they come, you and I will stay hidden this way until Frodo has been stabbed. It will not be fatal but if not taken care of soon after, it could be worse than death. After he has been wounded, you will go to him while I take care of the Nazgul. I will be sending a message to their master that anyone who messes with my magic like Souron has will be punished for it." Aragorn just nodded but remained silent. Both of them stood in quiet companionship waiting for the first major event that will shape the war to come.