The grey Wizard relentlessly marched ahead, his destination the Shire hoping to recruit a young Hobbit by the name of Bilbo Baggins to aid him and a company of 13 dwarves on a quest to reclaim their homeland and end the dangers of the dragon laying under the lonely mountain for good. Follow the road through the woods which were just east of the Shire the grey Wizard was startled by the noise of what appeared to be fighting, but before he could investigate three men tumbled into the open road into full view. The three men recovered quickly two of them who appeared to be no more than wandering thugs lunged at the dark-haired man who was wearing a combination of chainmail and plate armour of unknown make with a dark tunic over the top depicting an odd triangle like a symbol. The strange armoured mand wielded a strange sword and shield whilst having small blades of elvish make sheathed on his back, with a quiver of arrows nestling between them.
Before He could intervene, the stranger had his opponents disarmed and defenceless within a few swift elegant sword strokes, having the two thugs dead to rights and begging for mercy. Waiting to see what the young man would do the Wizard was further shocked as the seemingly normal human summoned his opponent's weapons to him quickly taking note before facing his quarry. "And where two fine gentlemen such as yourself find such expensive and beautiful weapons," The stranger all but growled, cowering the men in front of him. Despite how scared he two thugs appeared to be though they were not budging and running out of patience the now hardened Harry James Potter removed their heads in one stroke of his blade muttering about the stubbornness of people. The Wizard, having witnessed enough dismounted his faithful horse and made his way towards the stranger.
"And who might you be," The stranger growled, without turning. Observing the mans tense posture, the Wizard stopped. "I would be Gandolf the grey," Gandolf replied, seeing an immediate change in the man's posture. Swiftly Turning about the angry disposition of the man changed as he greeted Gandolf and introduced himself as Harry Potter. The sudden change in demeanour through Gandolf at first before taking it in stride and began to ask questions that Harry was happy to answer. Harry explained quickly that he was tracking a weapon merchant who had been spreading trouble throughout the immediate area and was trying to stop it however Harry did freeze up when more personal questions where asked something Gandolf noted for later. The two mounted there horses and continue, on Gandolf's journey towards the shire building upon there initial encounter.
Stopping for the night Harry and Gandolf made a small camp to which settle down in for the evening both wary and both knowing that something was amiss in middle earth. "So if you don't mind me inquiring, Hary how is it you know magic most men of middle earth are incapable of such feats. Knowing there was no way out as Gandolf was right it was almost impossible for men of middle earth to do what he could do Harry explained his tale and his world in the shortest but most informing way possible. "You see my motives now Gandolf I let my world burn, in an act of selfishness I will not do the same here," Harry finished looking up at the stars a tear rolling down his cheek, but it was not sadness in eyes only anger and pain. "My young friend it was not selfishness that drove your actions that day but desperation, something we all fall prey to," Gandolf replied, understanding his travelling companion and possible friend more than ever, putting aside all the other information he had gathered for now. Nodding in thank Harry tuned to get some rest for the night when Gandolf pulled out a contract and asked him a simple question. "You want to help save the world?" Looking over at Gandolf who had a key in his hand with a hopeful look in his eyes. "I would do anything to aid this world Gandolf what did you have in mind," Harry replied, which prompted Gandolf to tell Harry the story of the Dwarves of Erebor.
The following day the two split off one heading for the Shire and the other to grab some more of his gear from his hidden stash in the forests of Bree. Gandolf was a merry man as he made his way into the Shire having got another wizard and proficient fighter on their side, and although he did not know everything to know about young Harry, he felt as if fate and smiled upon him and increased his and his friends chance of success at the lonely mountain. Gandolf made his way to a small house under a hill where a young hobbit sat smoking a pipe without a worry in the world which bemused Gandolf causing him to stop and stare.
3 chapters a week no gurantee on length.
Looking for a beta for this story.