Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings.
Note to Readers: We finally get to the actual crossover part! Please don't blame me for any errors with Lord of the Rings cannon, I haven't studied it as deeply as Harry Potter. Not yet, at least…
Swearing Thing: Personally "Bloody" is not swearing, but... if it is to you, then there is a lot of swearing, because that is said a lot, along with "damn," and "hell".
The next morning donned bright and early. Albus was to take the kids to Hogwarts, a day early. He had been up almost all night, researching the new threat of Voldemort. Orcs.
It was now five in the morning, and Albus had been assigned the task of waking the children. He went first to the girls room. He knocked until he got a reply. "Wake up, It's time to go to Hogwarts. We leave in ten minutes." Sudden noises of two teenaged girls trying to get ready drifted through the door. Next he went the Boys room. He knocked.
"What the hell do you want! It's five in the bloody morning! Go the hell away!" Harry yelled. Albus opened the door. He found Ron half hanging off the bed, his mouth open, and odd sputtering sounds coming from him. Harry was completely on his bed, but had his head under his pillow, trying to block out noise.
"Harry! You need to get up! We leave in fifteen –mnnnnnhh…" For his trouble all Albus got was a swift quick to a very uncomfortable area. He fell to his knees in between the two beds. Ron's eyes snapped open, and the sixteen year old laughed, falling off the bed completely. "I do not see the humor in this, Mr. Weasley." It probably did not help that Albus' voice was unusually high pitched.
"That's why you were stuck waking him up, sir," Ron laughed. "He does that to everybody. Watch and learn, headmaster. Harry! Your Firebolt is missing!" Ron yelled, out of leg reach of Harry.
Harry was on his feet before his eyes opened. "Who the bloody hell… I hate you, Weasley," Harry growled.
"Boys, get up and get dressed. We leave for Hogwarts in fourteen minutes," Albus said, standing to leave the room. He limped down to the kitchen, daring anybody to comment.
"So, Albus, Are the boys up?" Minerva asked, hiding a smile behind her cup of coffee.
"Yes. And I am quite lucky I am past the age of having children, Minerva." Albus sat down, carefully. A few laughs came from the table. "You could have warned me, you know."
"We could have," Remus replied, sitting to the left of Albus. "But first hand experience is better, wouldn't you say?"
"Not exactly. We'll leave in ten minutes." Remus cleared his throat.
"Do you think it will work?" he asked, buttering a piece of toast.
"I hope it does. It may just be our last chance," Albus said. "The fate of the world rests on the shoulders of two sixteen year old boys. What have we come to?"
"It appears we have come to more lying, half truths, and deceits, headmaster," rang the voice of Hermione Granger. "Now, let us try the truth, and see where it brings us."
"Uhhhh…" Albus said. "We should wait for-"
"Us?" Harry and Ron asked, behind Hermione and Ginny in the doorway. "Yes, headmaster, we are eagerly awaiting your explanation."
"You see, I have been researching these Orcs all night. I have found the time in which they roamed the planet. They served one known as Saruman, is that correct?" He continued as he received two nods. "I wish to send Harry and Ron back to that time. Back to train with the Elves. They will be gone a year, to them. Half a day will pass to us."
"Um, we were not consulted in this decision, like, at all?" Ron asked. Harry's eyes lit up.
"Ok! Which Elves? Lord Elrond? Woodland Elves? Well? Answer!" Harry said. Albus looked at Remus for a second.
"Rivendell, Harry," Albus said. Harry's eyes went even brighter.
"Bloody awesome. You can do that?" Harry and Ron both asked.
"I can. But we must come up with a story for the two of you." Harry and Ron looked at each other, then nodded, and turned back to Dumbledore.
"We're brothers, hailing from the outskirts of Middle Earth. We are part Man, part Wizard. Our father a Wizard, our mother a mortal woman. We set out to Rivendell to seek counsel with Lord Elrond, after our village was attacked at completely destroyed by Orcs," both boys said.
"Why not part Elf?" Albus asked. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"I don't have any pointed ears," Harry said.
"Well no, you don't. But you would fit in better if you were also part Elf, don't you think? The ears can be easily dealt with. Harry, your mothers side descends from Elves, that is why you already have Elvish features. It runs in your blood. There is a spell to make you look like Elves, though. Will you do this?" Albus asked.
"Hell yeah! Party with the Elves in Middle Earth!" they exclaimed. Albus nodded and began the very complicated spell. Ron's hair became darker, and a little longer, his ears pointed, and his freckles faded.
Not much happened to Harry, besides his ears pointing. Ron stared at him. "Damn, you really were an Elf, weren't you?"
"Nice hair, buddy." Ron rolled his eyes.
"We need a last name, Harry," Ron pointed out. "Something we both have in common."
"Not really," Harry said, decidedly. Ron nodded, shrugging.
"Sounds good! When do we leave?" Ron asked.
"Now, if you are agreeable," Albus said. Hermione stood up from the chair she had sat down in.
"Wait. You're sending my boyfriend back in time, so they can train to use swords? Are you mad?" Hermione asked.
"Miss Granger, these boys have agreed to it," Albus said sharply. "It would be most appreciated if you did not second guess and analyze every decision I make."
"Fine. But if they are hurt, I will blame you." Hermione walked out of the room.
"Ronald, Harry, this is a very simple process, really. You just hold onto this leaf, like a Portkey, and it will take you where you are going. You will have exactly three hundred and sixty five days. Do you both have your wands?" Albus asked.
"Yes, we do."
"Then hold onto the leaf, and say 'Rivendell,'" Albus said. "Before you go, though, you may want to think of changing into something that resembles Elf clothing. I don't think the Elves would understand your more modern clothing."
"Nah. I think they'd understand my shirt. It makes total sense," Harry said. His shirt was green camouflage, with white letters saying 'SssHhhHhhHhHH! I'm hiding from the Voices!' "I'll just take the writing off, then," Harry said. The writing disappeared.
Harry was left in a camouflage shirt, and denim blue pants that went halfway down his calves. Ron was wearing similar pants, though black, and a camouflage shirt that said 'Ha! Now you can't see me! Oh no. It's snowing.' He also got rid of the writing.
"Good to go!" they exclaimed together.
"Then take the leaf. We will see you in a year." Both boys grabbed the leaf, and said the password.
The last thing the people in the kitchen heard was "Ah no! My shoes!"
"They will be alright, right?" Molly asked. Albus sighed.
"Alas, I do not know."
"Uh-oh," Ron said. "This is not good." They had landed right in the middle of Rivendell, surrounded by some type of flowers. Ron sneezed, and suddenly both of them were grabbed by Elves. Tall, strong Elves, at that.
"Take these spies to Lord Elrond, immediately!" one Elf said.
"Spies? We aren't-" Ron was silenced. Harry saw something he wouldn't soon forget. Rivendell was the most beautiful place the had ever seen in there lives.
After being dragged a bit, they were thrown on their knees in front of Elrond. "Who are you, and what business do you have in Rivendell? You are unarmed, surely you are not spies. You have the look of an Elf about you," Elrond said.
"Lord Elrond, we are not spies. We seek refuge in Rivendell. Our village was destroyed by Orcs, seven days past," Harry said. "We have the look of Elves because that is what we are. Partly, at least. We are a mix of Wizard, Man, and Elf, Lord Elrond."
"A strange creature indeed!" one guard proclaimed. "I've never heard of such!"
"We are known by few, and we liked it that way, master Elf," Ron said.
"What are your names?" Elrond asked.
"I am Harry," Harry said.
"And I am Ron... His brother," he added, after a second.
"Well, I understand your coming here. So far, Rivendell is the safest place in Middle-earth. I will allow you to stay… for now. I am holding a counsil this afternoon. You are invited to come, if you feel so deeply against Sauron. It is a meeting of many creatures, and we are to discuss many things very dear to the upcoming battles." As he was talking, the people arrived.
"Who is this, Lord Elrond?" Legolas asked, pointing to Harry and Ron.
"Harry and Ron, it seems. They are brothers, and will be joining the counsil today. They have told me they are against Sauron, and I have found no lie in there eyes. They are no spies," Elrond replied.
After a brief round of introductions, the meeting started. Frodo put the Ring where all could see it. Boromir immediately tried to convince the counsil to give the Ring to Gondor.
"Don't you see it? With the Ring of Power, Gondor will never fall!" Boromir said, standing in the middle of the Counsel. Harry turned a snort into a cough. "You find humor in this?" Boromir asked Harry.
"The Ring of Power will destroy Gondor, if it does anything. It is a devise of Sauron. It is a thing of evil, no good can be done with it. You put that ring on, and you will have nine Ringwraiths ready to tear you apart for the Ring," Harry said. "It wants to return to its rightful master. Sauron the Deceiver forged the Ring. Sauron alone can wield it." Gandalf stood up. Harry was so excited right now he could burst. They all looked almost exactly as they had in the movie!
"He speaks the truth, Boromir. The Ring must be destroyed. And to do that, it must be cast back into the fire from whence it came. The fires of mount doom, in Mordor," Gandalf said, his voice powerful and strong. He turned on Harry and Ron. "How is it you know so much about the Ring? You cannot be older than twelve." Ron looked indignant.
"Watch who you're discriminating against-" Harry elbowed Ron.
"What he meant to say, master Gandalf, is that we are sixteen. We know of the Ring of Power because it is known widely in our area. Our people fled after the defeat of Sauron at the hand of Isildur, to the very edge of Middle-earth. The Elves and Men lived together ever since. We've grown up hearing about the Ring of Power, as it is well known to my people," Harry said.
"And what has happened to your people, then?" Aragorn asked.
"All killed. Orcs are immune to our magic. It doesn't affect them. By the time we realized that, it was too late to draw swords. Our village was burned to the ground. We do not know how we escaped," Ron said. "Enough about us, you have a Ring to destroy."
"Yes. And you will help Frodo do it," Elrond said.
"Of cour- What? We will?" Harry asked, looking at Elrond. The Elf nodded.
"Yes. You know about the Ring, so you should help Frodo control it. Will anybody else help this young hobbit to Mordor?" Elrond asked. Frodo, who was standing at his stunning height of three foot six, looked stunned, and scared. Aragorn stood up.
"I will," the ranger declared.
"You have my sword," Boromir said, nodding to Frodo.
"And you have my bow," Legolas added.
"And my axe!" Gimli the Dwarf almost shouted.
"I will help lead you to Mordor, Frodo," Gandalf said softly.
"Hey! Hey! Me too!" Samwise sprang out of the nearby bushes. Harry laughed at the look on Elrond's face. The old Elf looked shocked, and confused.
"I should think we would not separate you young hobbits. They will just resort to eavesdropping on secret counsils," Elrond said. His face was priceless when Merry and Pippin came out of the building. "You will depart when Frodo is healed. Until then, Gandalf, I put you in charge of these two children." Elrond pointed to Harry and Ron.
"We are not children!" Ron said, indignant. Harry turned to whisper in his ear.
"Ron. Elrond is over eight thousand years old. He's older'n God. Of course we look like children!" Harry hissed quietly, so that not even the ears of the Elves could hear him. Ron nodded.
"Didn't think of that one!" Ron whispered back. They were being led away by Gandalf.
The month went quickly, and they left on December the twenty fifth, exactly a month to the day after they arrived. Gifted with a sword each, and a bow and a quiver full of arrows from Elrond himself, they set out. The eleven members of the Fellowship of the Ring.
They walked for what seemed like ever. Harry and Ron were constantly being sent suspicious looks. One night, sitting around a fire, Boromir looked at him.
"Do some magic," he demanded. Harry jumped. Ron was sound asleep to his left. It was the first time they had been spoken to through the entire journey, so far.
"What would you have me do? Turn your hair pink?" Harry asked.
"Put the fire out, and rekindle it," ordered Legolas. Harry shrugged. He waved his hand once, and the flame died instantly. He waved his hand again, and the flames came roaring back to life.
"Do you believe me now?" Harry asked. "I mean no harm to any of you. I want the Ring of Power gone, too. Those filthy Orcs destroyed my home, my family, and most of my life. I would never help them. Not if my life were in their hands. I'd rather die than serve Saruman, or Sauron. I swore an oath to you that I would protect you, with my death if it came to that."
"We know, Harry," Aragorn said. "Boromir did not mean to question your allegiance, did you, Boromir?"
"Of course not. We- What was that?" Harry and Legolas were standing on a nearby rock now, listening intently to the wind.
"Orcs," they said, "coming fast, in our direction."
"We need to leave. There are to many for us to fight them," Legolas said, nimbly leaping from the rock. Ron was awake now, and fully alert.
"Then we must go through the Mines of Moria," Gimli said, fingering his axe. "It is the safest way. My cousin would give us a royal welcome!" Ron looked uneasily at Harry.
"Is there really no other way?" they both asked. Gandalf looked to Frodo.
"Let the Ring Bearer decide," he said, his voice strong and powerful.
"We will go through the Mines," Frodo said. Harry saw a pained look cross Gandalf's face. Harry and Ron walked right up to the door, that was glowing a pearly white in the moonlight. They pretended to read the inscription.
"Mellon," they said as one. The doors opened. Gandalf raised an eyebrow at them, but they just shrugged. "It means 'friend'."
Inside the mines, they found neither Dwarves nor treasures. The did find, however, the dead bodies of quite a few dozen Dwarves. Gimli was visibly angry, shaking in rage. He dared not open his mouth, lest he lose control and scream.
Pippin dropped a stone down a well, causing it to rattle till the very end. Pippin looked scared, but Gandalf looked angry.
"Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity!" Gandalf snapped. Pippin hung his head. Harry and Ron both threw and arm around his shoulder.
"Not to worry, Pip! I'd like to see any Orcs try anything with us! They'll find themselves on the wrong end of my sword!" both Harry and Ron said merrily. Pippin smiled a them.
"Of course they will. Because you really have shown us that you can wield them, you have," Boromir said. He had two swords at his neck, almost before he was finished talking.
"We would appreciate it if you not insult our honor, Master Boromir. Our patience is running thin," they said. Aragorn pulled Boromir back, while Gandalf grabbed Harry and Ron. He shoved them roughly to the other side of the room they were sitting in.
"That is not a good way to gain ones trust," he said sharply. Ron shrugged.
"Neither is second guessing and mistrusting everybody around you." Ron stood up and walked over to Boromir. He offered a hand to the other man. "A truce, Boromir of Gondor. You will not make fun of us, and we will not kill you," Ron suggested.
"You parents never taught you to respect elder, did they? You are but a mere child, in my eyes," Boromir laughed. The sound echoed off of the walls.
"And you are an old man that should be sitting in a rocking chair, eating broth. Do we have a truce?" Harry asked, walking forward.
"Boromir!" barked Aragorn. Boromir took Ron's hand. Gandalf looked over the three of them closely.
"Now, I expect you three to respect each other. Now! Let us sleep. Peregrin, you can keep watch!" the old Wizard growled.
Harry laid down on the hard stone floor, but he could not sleep at all. It scared him witless when Pippin shook his shoulder. "Harry! Harry! Orcs! They're coming!" Pippin whispered. Harry sprang to his feet. "Help me wake up the rest!"
Harry shook Ron, Aragorn, and Gandalf. He ended up with a staff to his throat, for his trouble of waking the wizard. "Bloody hell! Don't shoot!" Gandalf opened his eyes.
"So sorry, lad. I thought you were an Orc," Gandalf explained. Ron snorted.
"Yes. He is a very polite Orc, too. Waking you before he kills you," Ron said. Harry turned to Aragorn, Boromir, and Gandalf.
"Get the hobbits to the bridge of Khazad-dum. Do so quietly, lest you wake something you wish not to see. Make haste! Our time here dwindles," Harry warned. They looked shocked for a second, but followed his orders. Harry and Ron ran in the opposite direction, towards the Orcs.
A bloody battle ensued. Twenty Orcs, against two untrained sixteen year old boys who luckily had swords. Harry was stabbed brutally through his left arm. Ron, though, was spiked in the leg. After the Orcs were killed, or incapacitated in some other way, the two teens ran after the rest of the fellowship.
They were a good fifty feet away from the bridge when Gandalf fell. Though they kept running, both were ready to cry. Leaping across the Gap that had once held half the bridge, they made a crazy mad dash for the outside world.
Collapsing in the snow outside of the cave-ish type opening, Harry and Ron almost instantly turned most of the snow around them red. "Note to self," Harry said to Ron, "never do that again." Harry stood up, wincing, he pulled part of the blade out of his arm. Suddenly he was punched hard in the face. He began hissing violently in parstletongue, saying things that these people wouldn't understand.
"What they hell?" roared Ron. "That is the most dishonorable thing I've ever witnessed in my life! He was pulling a sword out of his arm, for hells sake!"
Harry was off in his own world, cursing in a language that right now, only he could speak. "Son of a…Mother…! Goddamned! For the love of all that is holy! AHHHHHHH!" that last part was a scream from Harry, as he kicked a bunch of snow. He then turned to Aragorn calmly. "Are you quite done, lord Aragorn?" he asked politely.
"Yes, I think I am. Sorry for that, but I had to blame somebody. I've known Gandalf for a long time, longer than you've been alive, for sure." Aragorn looked off into the hills. "We must continue."
"Give the hobbits a moment, for pities sake!" Boromir protested. Aragorn looked around sharply.
"These hills will be swarming with Orcs, come nightfall. We need to get them out, now," Aragorn said. Boromir nodded, although it was reluctant.
They set off again, right after Harry and Ron had wrapped cloths around their wounds.
That was definitely not a great chapter. But, it will have to suffice. About the characters… OOC's rock, wouldn't you agree?… No? A lot of this will be out of the movie, like the events and stuff…
Does anybody know Elrond's last name? Because that damned book holds soo many names that it is impossible to keep track. There are like, a thousand names, and only a hundred characters, you know?
I really hate names. Can't we just say "Hey! You! With the face!" That is so much easier for me.
Review, please!
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