Titanium

Author's notes: Sorry it has taken so long guys! I had a bit of a vacation/revival for on my own for the month or so I've been gone. I needed to rethink my plot, and I needed to decide how I was going to integrate my baby plot with the real movie. I had a bit of time studying both movies and books, as well as looking towards other writers for help, and now I'm back and ready to start kicking out some chapters, and getting a move on! Be ready for an emotional Harry/Aragorn ride okay? Things won't be easy for the master of death and the king of Gondor that's for sure. But as stated before, please don't kill me for some things that are going to happen. It's going to be extremely rough. I love you lot! Thank you for the wonderful reviews, for all the story alerts, and for those who have added this to favorites! You guys are great! –CJG

Warning: Homosexual relationships, dark themes, violence, language, and angst. If you don't like, please don't read.

Chapter Nineteen: Is it Safe?

Characters: Harrison Potter and Sirius Black. Location: The Shire.

Bilbo's disappearance had struck deeper than the small Hobbit could have ever pictured. To the outside world Frodo Baggins looked normal, but to the creatures residing in his home, he was anything but. He had taken to sitting quietly with his Uncle's things, and even if he now owned them, he would call them just that. Harry had started sitting with him, to at least offer the comfort of the feelings of hopelessness, without Bilbo who was he? Frodo Baggins became that because of his Uncle's adoption. His uncle admitting that he was selfish almost made the entire thing even worse. He wasn't alone, not by a long stretch; the town seemed to dote upon him, along with Harrison, always ensuring he was fed. Always supplying him with new food to the study whenever he finished cooking all seven times of the day. Setting it outside the closed door on days where Frodo simply wished to be alone, knocking softly, and turning to walk away.

Sirius had taken to the care of the house, he was learning the trade of gardening from Sam, and enjoyed every second he had with Peregrin and Meriadoc, he honestly loved the trouble making duo more than he let on. Still he always spared time for the adorable hobbitlings, and even for Frodo. Everyone would pile into Bag End for dinner every night, lovingly prepared by Harrison. Whose cooking skills had grown even more, he had taken to preparing different foods from different parts of Middle-Earth, never once did they eat the same thing in the same week.

It was fun at times, but life at Bag End was bright. When they finally talked Frodo into coming out into the brightly lit home it seemed to glow even more than it had. Harry would be the first to admit he was still hurting, and completely mentally unstable from the destruction of earth. But he was glad, he was glad he was here, with this awkward family of misfit children, and with his slightly depressed blood adopted brother Frodo Baggins. He was glad he found Grace, and he was glad he was finally able to become the son to his Godfather he had always wanted to be. They were a family, and though it was weird sitting and waiting for the beginning of their task, they enjoyed it. They enjoyed the peace, and the silence of night time, and the wild fun they had during the day. Harrison and Sirius attempted to keep their minds far away from the task that would soon be at hand.

They could still hear the pub's noise, even though people were gathering to leave. Harrison smiled kindly at Rosie as they walked past, muttering a quiet goodbye. Sirius doing the same, though it being slightly mumbled by his pipe that he finally had the knack for smoking. The pipe tobacco had been his own special design he had created himself, something that he had been working on perfecting during his stay in the Shire. Just another skill he had learned, gardening had been something he had taken up with Samwise, he spent a good bit of time working on wandless magic with Harrison, as well as learning the art of sword play. They both considered themselves to be extremely good, evenly matched despite Sirius' slight advantage of height and number of blades.

"Your father has a bit of an attraction to Rosie it does seem, dear Samwise." Sirius's deep, now extremely smooth voice whispered quietly into the warm fall air. His blue-grey eye shining with happiness that seemed to always follow when he was. To the others he was clearly teasing, if not for the cunning sideways glances he was sending his companions, it was the slight waver in his voice that screamed folly.

"Don't tease him Siri. Sam, you have nothing to worry about, Rosie knows an idiot when she sees one!" Harry might have been attempting to help, but that obviously didn't do anything for Sam's nerves when he stopped suddenly, squeaking out a hopeless "she does?". They all seemed to smile sheepishly, Sirius barking out a laugh and playfully smacking Sam on the shoulder as he went by.

They separated ways outside of Bag End, and something immediately felt off. Harrison wasn't sure what, but there was a panicked energy surrounding the small burrow of land. Sirius clearly sensed it as well, seeing the awkward way he tensed, eyes narrowing, putting the pipe that once was in his mouth away near silently, and moving his hand toward his weapons that rested on his hips. He did it slowly, and it went thankfully unnoticed by Frodo, who was thankfully unaware and nearly oblivious to the intense air around his being. Harry wondered what I must be like to not know when danger might be lurking, but didn't dare linger on the subject, worried that he would begin to grow jealous. He slowly tucked his hair behind a delicately pointed ear, the rolling curls were pulled gracefully into a bun atop his head, but his bangs lay carelessly astray against his pale face.

Slowly they entered the home, finding the entrance way relatively normal, though the normally bright area was dark, the lights having been clearly put out by the window that was open. They were all shocked to find the study was a mess, books lying uselessly on the ground, and papers were fluttering like snowflakes to the ground. They simply stared at the mass of destruction, eyes wide, Frodo obviously confused by the mess, and extremely frightened by it. They were shocked to silence, shocked to wondering what in the world happened.

A hand clamped down on Frodo's shoulder, causing him to yelp loudly, startling Harrison and Sirius into spinning around, pulling weapons mid spin. They were slightly horrified to see a frantic and obviously panicking Gandalf, who had Frodo held down by a stern stare and a heavy hand on his shoulder, the words moved in a quiet yet serious whisper from his lips. At first confusing the small group, until Harrison and Sirius recognized the signs. It was time for their fate to be renewed, they could either save this world or leave it to ruin, and one single sentence started off the fire that would change the course of their peaceful life.

"Is it secret? Is it safe?"

It took a few moments for them to understand what the slightly crazed man was speaking of, until it hit Harrison like a bag of bricks. He turned quickly to Frodo with a look of knowing,

"The ring, Frodo, where did you hide it?" Harry explained with a carefully sweet voice. His voice seemed to have a calming effect on all of the men in the room, seeing as the dark haired two leaped into action, Sirius rushing to put tea on for them all, and Frodo hurrying off to dig through one of his cupboards. Harry moving too slowly lite the candles and the lanterns in the house with a quick snap to each candle wick. With a slight and gentle swish of his hand he had a small crackling and warm fire to heat the chilled bones of the older wizard. The man refused to sit, but paced back and forth as Frodo searched for the small envelope that held the ring.

When Frodo finally did find it, the joy was short lived as it was snatched out of his hands, and tossed into the fire. "What are you doing?!" He exclaimed, rushing towards the fire, only to be held back by Sirius, who had gathered tea and had it heating over said fire. He slowly pushed Frodo forward, watching with high interest at the fire.

They watched as the envelope was consumed rapidly by the biting flames. Frodo still had a disgruntled look as he slowly relaxed in Sirius' hold, his body melting gently into the solid form of Sirius for comfort from the confusion. The wheels were clearly turning in Frodo's mind, and it was clear that he was slightly angered from the fact that Gandalf had disregarded something that had once belonged to Bilbo. Though it wasn't as Bilbo was dead, the loss of his constant presence still wasn't stable for Frodo. Sirius and Harrison had once come to the conclusion that if something happened to them as well, Frodo's mind would collapse. Harry had also known that this was a task for Frodo, and that their reason for living was to assist the boy in his task. It was sad to say that Harrison, being the seer that he was since Fate had gifted them with life, was well aware that they would be separated.

"Hold out your hand Frodo," Gandalf said in regard to the ring that was now resting in the tongs that he had taken from aside the fire. "It's quite cool." He said giving a reassuring glance to Frodo, who stepped away from Sirius, though the man kept a careful hand on the hobbit's shoulder. When the ring hit his hand he jerked his hand awkwardly in compensation for expected heat, but was amazed when he found none. He looked from Sirius, to Harrison, and then returned his gaze back to Gandalf before dropping it back to the ring. "What can you see?" That question seemed to catch the attention of the entire group. Harry, who had been staring out the window inhaling the second hand smoke from the pipe Sirius was now smoking again, jerked his head around at that. "Can you see anything?" The eldest wizard pushed in attempts to find answers.

"N-nothing?" Frodo questioned, as he stared down at the odd ring. He was squinting and marveling at the metal that rested completely cool in his hand despite the fact that it had been in the blazing fire. Not just any fire, a wizard's fire. "There's nothing…" His voice trailed off, Gandalf seemed to go lax, releasing a sigh of relief. Though he tensed once more at the gasp that escaped Frodo.

"Wait, there are markings." He said, before repeating himself as he looked up at Gandalf, who had now turned around to stare at Frodo. "It's some form of Elvish. I can't read it." He admitted, slightly bashful at the fact that he hadn't a clue what it said.

He went to offer Harry a look, but Harrison was staring hatefully at the ring in the Hobbit's hand. Both Harrison and Sirius could sense the dark magic that practically swallowed the small ring. Some might think it harmless, but in a way it reminded Harry of a wand, how something so simple could cause such horrible desecration.

"There are few who can." Gandalf said, gently resting a hand on Frodo's shoulder, "It is of the language of Mordor, which I will not utter here." The Wizard said quietly, his normally bright eyes seemed to be vacant of all spark, and his tanned face was pale. It was clear that this was discerning news.

"Mordor?" Harrison spoke softly; reaching and unabashed he snatched the pipe from Sirius' lips. Taking a rather large, yet extremely trained gulp of the air before sticking it back in the shocked Grimm's lips. Frodo likely would have giggled if he wasn't standing stark still, staring at the object in his hand with a mix of hate, and curiosity. The air seemed to thicken once more, the fire seemed all too hot, and the situation all too stifling. Harrison leaned back in his chair, his bare feet resting on a stool close by. Sirius was found slowly leading Frodo to set the ring upon the table, and Gandalf was found staring into the fire. The look on his face unreadable, and his brows seemed to be contorted in such a stricken expression.

"It common tongue it says, "One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them."

TBC

Author's Note: I just wanted to apologize once more for taking such a long time! I want to thank the people who in the past months have added me to their communities! I don't get added to those very often so it's a joy when I do! Thanks once more, and sorry! – CJG