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Chapter 2

'Stupid rocks,' Harry thought lifting his left foot and shaking it. 'Stupid flimsy scandals.' Harry bent down to look for a rock before trying again to transfigure a decent pair of boots. Thinking back on the battle this morning, Harry tried drawing magic from the earth and the air. He could feel it, barely. Like water coming out of a faucet drip by drip. He pushed what he could of the ambient magic into his own as he tapped the rock with the Elder Wand. Harry, relieved, watched the small rock turn into a small pair of combat boots. Slipping out of his scandals and vanishing them, Harry quickly put on the boots and tap them with the wand to make the laces tie themselves.

'The Wand,' Harry thought to himself. 'Not my wand."

He had check in vain after the fight for any other item that might have followed him besides the Hallows. He lamented the loss of his old broken wand and his moleskin pouch. He had done amazing things with the Elder Wand and part of him thought he might be able to repair his holly wand. The pouch was sentimental to him, a gift from Hagrid, that contained a few relics of his parents and godfather. He would need to replace it and put a Undetectable Extension Charm on the inside like Hermione had tried to teach him and Ron. Harry could probably pull it off with the wand and intrinsic magic around him.

Ever since he caught the Elder Wand his whole life had changed. Looking down at it, he just couldn't bring himself to hate it though. After he used the lightning and conjured the boots, the wand begin to feel a little less malicious, a little more like a tool, a little more like it was his. Perhaps it was just its bloody past that gave the wand its menacing aura. Dumbledore had used the wand, presumably for good, for fifty or so years.

Seeing an outcrop of rocks nearby, Harry decided to make camp there. Walking toward his new camp, Harry started casting all the wards the trio had used during their hunt for the horcruxes. As Harry conjured a small mattress on the ground under the ledge of a rock face, he started to feel a chill in the air. No where near as cold as Scotland in winter, but it made Harry think it was winter here in this world and it would only get colder as the sun passed beneath the horizon.

'There are two ways of fighting off the cold,' Harry thought. 'Make more clothes and a blanket or use a Warming Charm.' Harry did not think a fire was prudent, even with the wards. Who knew if Muggle Repelling Wards would work on the evil monsters he had met already.

'Galadriel said to show no mercy and I trust her enough." Harry thought, but did he have to kill them. He could have led them on a merry chase of invisible apparation, with Harry apparating as far as he could see, but taking them out from stealth carried less risks in his mind. The crack of his apparation would have given away his location every time and the creatures could smell her. 'I mean him, me.' Harry corrected himself. Plus, those creatures just radiated sadistic intent.

Harry took off his robe and looked down, not really used to seeing himself yet. He was bigger in the chest than both Hermione and Ginny he estimated, never having seen them without clothes. He quickly tapped his chest with the Elder Wand, conjuring a black button down collared shirt. Tapping his thigh, he conjured a pair of grey boxers and black jean pants. Kicking off his boots and throwing up a Warming Charm, he fell back on his mattress, foregoing a blanket in case something woke him suddenly. He didn't feel like dying because he was tangled up in his own blanket.

Staring up at the stars, Harry thought of this new path he was taking after his "talks" with Galadriel about six hours ago.

'You mentioned some advice,' Harry thought after a few minutes. 'Because I'm beginning to think I could really use it.'

'You currently have mountains to your south and farther to your east. I would suggest to travel north.' Galadriel responded.

"Point me north." Harry said holding out the wand in his hand. The wand spun and then stopped pointing directly away from the mountains at his back. 'And what shall I expect to find to the north?'

'Imladris, or Rivendell in the Common Tongue you speak, lies fifty league to the northeast. If you travel north you will reach the Bruinen, a river. If you reach the river follow it northeast.'

'If I reach the river?' Harry said worried. 'Do you expect me to meet any more orcs or wolves?'

'Those were not wolves Victoria, they were wargs. Foul creatures bred in some dark pit for war against the free folk.' Harry could feel her power flare through the connection. Galadriel must really hate these various monstrous creatures. Suffered greatly because of them. Still, even in her anger, Harry felt no darkness in the Lady of the Wood. Harry couldn't help but respect that.

'I say if because I will send word to Lord Elrond of Rivendell to send riders to find you. If that is agreeable with you, Victoria. Rivendell is a sanctuary hidden from the vile things in the world. You could find peace and knowledge of this new world you have fallen into. Istari are held in high esteem among the elves.'

'Being famous for merely who I am isn't all that fun and believe me I'm speaking from experience.'

'The elves would find you curious at first and you would be respected but in Middle Earth fame is earned by deeds in battle against the agents of the Shadow.'

'The Shadow is an ancient enemy. Defeated completely almost three thousand years ago. Or so some believe, but lately I have sensed something dark moving unseen by the Wise. I fear the Dark Lord is not as vanquished as we believed.' Harry snorted very unladylike. 'Yeah, I've been there.' Suddenly Harry started to become very uncomfortable.

'You want me to fight against this Dark Lord if he is back, don't you. I just fought a war. Lost many good people.' Tears seem to flow freely from his eyes, blurring his vision. 'My mind is not used to dealing with the hormones of a girl. I may not be who I once was.'

'Your mind will adept to the "hormones" as you call them over time. And even if you are changed, perhaps you may find happiness yet in this new form.' The Lady went silent for a few minutes, so Harry pondered her words. He was never the tough thuggish boy like his cousin. Harry's defining attributes seem to be luck in dangerous situations, the fact he seemed to be a danger magnet, and as Hermione said his 'saving people thing.' His maleness need not define him, though he missed it dearly.

'I will admit when I first saw you in my mirror I hoped you would become an ally. Perhaps Ilúvatar himself sent you to us in a time of need. Why else would a sixth wizard appear in Middle Earth? But the choice, as always, is your alone Victoria. I see two paths before you. One of adventure and fellowship and a live of bring light to the shadows. Another living peacefully in Rivendell until old age take you hoping you do not live long enough to see a darkness sweep over the land as you regret your idleness. Of course there are many paths the mirror may not see. Even the Wisest cannot say with certainty what will be.'

Harry saw two paths himself. Forsake Rivendell and find some seclude place to ward and live as a hermit. Or he could go to Rivendell, probably become attached to the people, and his conscience would force him to help. Well, living as a hermit sounded awfully boring. Might as well take his chances in this elven sanctuary. He also admitted to himself that he was curious what an elf looked like and how they acted. He was just about to voice his thoughts when Galadriel spoke first.

'You need not make any decision now. Will you make toward Rivendell, Victioria?'

'Yes, I will. And if I can help, I will. Might as well consider me your ally.' Galadriel just seem to radiate light and good will, even through this mental communication. Harry couldn't help but to trust her.

'Your assistance may save thousands. Now to the south in the trees near the foot of the mountains you may find some berries and acorns. That will have to sustain you for two days until the riders find you. May the Valar watch over you.'

'Uh, yeah, you too.' Harry said apparating to the trees to scavenge for anything edible.

Harry awoke this next morning when the sun enough to shine on his face. Rising up and moving around to loosen up quickly reminded him of the changes he had undergone. Thinking about the long day of walking ahead, Harry grudgingly saw the need for some 'chest support.' Taking off his robe and unbuttoning his shirt, Harry pulled energy from around him into his own magic and tapped his chest, conjuring a sport bra he had seen some of the girls putting in their Quidditch locker after showering and dressing after practice. A Re-sizing Charm later, and Harry felt he had enough support without being constricted. He also conjured a green ribbon to tie his now long black hair into a ponytail.

"A little breakfast before heading out I think." Harry said to himself as he closed him shirt and put his robe back on. Reaching into one of a few inner pockets in his robes that Harry had magicked into place, he pulled out the wild red berries and nuts he found. Harry had tried to cast a Perservation Charm on the few items he found, but only time would tell if the charm stopped the berries from rotting. Trying again to pull magic from the environment, Harry found he didn't need to. The magic was flowing through him now constantly. No longer just like a drip from a faucet, now like a slow, small stream of water, flowing through his magical core and out again, but always there.

Pointing the Elder Wand at the ground, he transfigured a small rock into a goblet. Placing the berries and nuts in the goblet, Harry flicked the wand at the goblet, silently casting Geminio, duplicating not just the goblet but the food inside. Collecting the original berries and nuts and placing them back in his pocket, Harry filled the empty goblet with water using Aquamenti and began eating his meager breakfast.

After the wards were dropped, the mattress vanished, and Harry had eaten enough to last until lunch, he set out after confirming which direction was north, walking and occasionally apparating ahead a ways.

It was around noon after stopping to eat and drink again that Harry hit his first physical snag of his different body. He had to pee, really bad. He supposed he would hit this snag eventually when he needed to use a toilet other to pee, even if he still was a man. Finding a set of boulders, the thought of a toilet gave him an idea. Harry transfigured a stone in between the large rocks into a toilet and took off his robes and unbuttoned his pants after casting a Privacy Ward.

'Well that was a novel experience,' Harry thought. He didn't really want to try transfiguring toilet paper so he just cleaned himself with a jet of water and a drying charm after.

'I don't even remember if there is a certain way a girl needs to wipe anyway,' Harry said, vanishing the toilet.

Harry walked until he saw a great river in the distance. He had walked, by his guess, nine hours in total and the sun was beginning to set. He began looking around for a place to camp when he saw two figures on the horizon to the northeast. Harry began walking to the figures as they seemed to see him and started toward him. As they approached Harry saw it was a single rider with two horses. Harry stopped to wait for the rider and almost jumped out of the way when the horses came up to him at full speed before coming to an abrupt halt. Harry looked up and saw the rider slightly turn the horses and drop the hood on their cloak. In the light of the setting sun, Harry saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and that was saying something when Veela were considered. Harry also thought the pointed ears were kind of cute.

"Hail Wizard, I am the Lady Arwen, daughter of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. It would be my honor to act as your escort." Harry thought her voice was lyrical as she smiled kindly down at him.

"Er. Hello, I am Victoria. It is a pleasure to meet you." Harry might have blathered on like Ron in front of a pretty girl if not for the disconcerting feeling of introducing himself with a foreign name.

"Are you weary Master Wizard? Would you be alright to ride through the night? I have brought a flask of Miruvor with me if you are. It is a elven cordial for restoring stamina and curing fatigue." Arwen's smile turn mischievous as she looked around the landscape.

"Will the horses have a problem riding at night? They won't stumble?" Harry asked, he thought reasonably.

"Elven trained horses are the best trained in the land. There will be no troubles, even if you are a novice rider." Harry saw a look of pride of her face as she continued to look around.

"Expecting some orcs to come barreling down on us soon, my Lady?" Harry asked.

Arwen turned to Harry with a smile on her face. "No, I am looking for my brothers. We made a wager on who would find you first. They should have known better than to bet against me," Arwen said getting down off her horse, "I always win."

"And what did you win by finding me first? If it's not rude to ask."

Arwen face turned proud again as she said, "I have won the privilege of training you, Master Wizard, in swordplay."

Harry found himself smiling at that. "I've only ever used a sword in battle once and would have died if not for help. I don't know if that is much of a reward."

Walking forward, Arwen shoved a flask into Harry's right hand then hooked her arm through Harry's left, leading him toward the spare horse.

"Drink. It will help, I promised." Arwen paused looking at Harry. "I think you are I will be great friends, mellon, in elvish."

"If that's so, you must call me by my name. I suppose I'll have enough people calling me 'Wizard' all the time"

"Victoria, a name I have not heard used before by any race."

"I believe it's merely a play on the word victory. It's why I chose it."

"You chose your name?"

"I needed a new one. When I was pulled into this world from my own." Arwen stared into Harry's eyes as if trying to judge to truth of his statement. Harry decided to answer her questions before they got started.

"Two day ago I was in other world, my own world, which is full of men and women who are wizards. I had just defeated an evil wizard who called himself the Dark Lord Voldemort." Harry noticed Arwen flinch slightly at the words 'Dark Lord.'

"Immediately after that I was pulled into this world, with only this wand and my cloak and a magic stone that probably doesn't work here. Don't really know anyone to call up anyway." Harry muttered that last part, not knowing elves processed excellent hearing, though Arwen chose not to comment.

"Grandmother said your story might sound fantastical, but I had no idea."

"Grandmother?" Harry asked confused.

"The Lady Galadriel is my grandmother, as my mother Celebrían was her daughter."

"When she spoke to me in my mind, she didn't sound old enough to be a grandmother."

Arwen giggled at this. "Lady Galadriel is over seven thousand years old." Finishing her laugh at Harry's shock she said, "We elves are immortal. After a point we stop aging, but we can die, from grief or injury sustained in battle."

Harry had no reply to that so he settled on drinking this elixir in the flask she handed him. He felt better, fully awake, but he wasn't that tired to begin with. Surprising after a day of walking and apparating. Harry walked over to his horse and put one leg in the stirrup and hoisted himself onto the horse as best he could. Taking the reins, Harry found Arwen looking at him.

"Why does finding yourself in a different world require you to chose a new name?"

Harry stared at the grounds and fidgeted in the saddle for a few moments before saying, "In the other world, I was a man. When I woke up here, I had a new body, a woman's body."

Harry felt a hand on his shoulder, looking up to find Arwen smiling at him warmly. "Then I have the privilege of teaching you a few more things you will need to know."

They rode throughout the night without stopping. Harry offered Arwen the flask of Miruvor at one point but she refused saying she fine, and insisting he keep it as a gift. Arwen stopped them at dawn to let the horses graze and rest for a few hours. Arwen began teaching Harry Sindarin but only with minimal success. He could introduce himself, count to twenty, and ask how someone was, and he could only understand their reply if their reply was that they were fine.

At noon, Arwen started to replace the saddles on the horses. As she did she said, "We could be at Rivendell by nightfall. I meant to ride home without my brothers as a jest but now I think it too cruel. Now we must either track them or waiting and hope they picked up out trail."

"Are we in any danger of orcs being close by, Lady Arwen?"

"I do not think any would venture so close without notice by our scouts."

"I can do a pretty good job of drawing attention to ourselves." Harry said with a smile.

"By all means, lets see what you can do."

"Take ahold of both of the horses." Harry said, waiting a few second for Arwen to comply, before jabbing the Elder Wand straight up and unleashing a bolt of lightning into the sky. Harry put a lot of power into the spell and felt the energy around him move into core to slowly replenish what was spent, augmenting his own magical stamina. Harry counted to ten in his head before releasing the spell, hearing thunder rumble across the hills and valleys.

"Wizard of the Storm, indeed," Arwen said in awe.

The light show proved very effective in drawing the two elves to their location. Within an hour two riders approached and waved in greeting.

"I just happened to be looking this way when you cast your spell, Wizard. Quite a thing to see, lightning shooting into the air." One of the brothers said.

"Indeed brother, usually it seems to happen the other way around." The other replied.

Harry smiled at their antics saying, "Subtlety is sometimes required, and sometimes you just need to make a point. A Wizard must always access the situation." Harry stared at them trying to put on his 'I am wise beyond imaging face,' also known as his 'Dumbledore face.'

"Well you certainly know how to make a point. I am Elladan, it is a pleasure to have met you."

"And I am Elrohir, also a pleasure." They both dismount and bowed to Harry.

"I am Victoria the Black Wizard. But please, just call me Victoria."

Arwen join the conversation for the first time. "Find anything interesting in the wilds brothers? Certainly not a Wizard."

The brothers looked at each other and said at the same time, "Why do we even try?"

Near midnight, the party arrived at Imladris. Harry thought it looked beautiful in the moonlight, the buildings gleaming. Like an expensive vacation spot, locked in time and space, right out of a fantasy. Complete with its own waterfall.

"I don't think even Hogwarts Castle compares to this."

"Welcome to Rivendell, The Last Homely House East of the Sea. You are our honored guest, vouched for by the Lady Galadriel." Arwen said as they made their way past some guards who held a fist over their heart's as the group passed.

As his delight at the sight of the Rivendell wore off, Harry began to feel his fatigue. It apparently didn't go unnoticed by Arwen who quickly upon stopping in a circular courtyard and dismounting whisked Harry away into a finely crafted structure and down a series of halls. Opening a door that seemed more ornate than the others that they pasted, Arwen pulled Harry into a large bedroom with a bed, a deck, a mirror with a basin below and a chair in front, and large bath with vial of liquid on a shelf near by.

"This is one of our guest rooms. The door in the back leads to a garden that is connected to my room. We are right across from another. After you rest feel free to stop by tomorrow or anytime. To chat or well..."

"Yeah?"

"I don't know if it is rude to ask, but I would love to see some more of your magic, if it can indeed be subtle."

"Sure," Harry said falling back onto the bed. "I'll even turn your brothers' hair pink if ya want..."

Arwen watched the wizard fall asleep with a grin before exiting. 'Oh, oh yes. Great friends indeed.'

Harry awoke to a knock at the door. Waking up and not reaching for his glasses was strange. Seeing that he fell asleep in his robes, he pulled the Elder Wand out and tapped his clothes freshening them up as best he could before answering the door.

A dark haired male elf stood outside with a package under one arm and what looked at be some black leather armor in the other. "Greetings Wizard. I am Erestor, Chief Counselor to Lord Elrond. We had these fashioned for you when the Lady Galadriel sent word of your coming."

"Hello, I'm Victoria. Let me help you with that." Harry pointed the wand at the package and then the armor causing them to gently fly out of Erestor's hands and land on the bed.

Erestor stared curious at the path the objects he once carried had flown before stating, "Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you at your earliest convenience. Would you care for me to have water and warm stones brought so that you may bathe?"

"No thank you, I can manage a bath myself." Harry said twirling the Elder Wand in his left hand.

"As you wish," Erestor responded. "Afterwards please make your way down the hall, take two lefts and cross the courtyard to get to Lord Elrond's study."

"Thank you, for everything."

Erestor held a fist over his heart and turned and left out the front door.

Harry walked over to his bed and examined the armor, which consisted of just a leather chest piece that would cover his torso and a pair of leather boots that would go high up his legs. Opening the package, Harry found a black robe embroidered with silver swirls along the edges, a couple sets of black shirts and leggings, and a big black wide brimmed wizard's hat.

Harry chuckled at the hat and walked over to the desk, emptying his conjured robes of the cloak and stone, and the berries and nuts, which still looked fresh, onto the desk.

'Might as well get this over with.' Harry thought as he started shedding his clothes moving toward the bath, conjuring enough water to fill the bath with Aquamenti and then warming it.

Getting out of the bath, Harry dried himself then conjuring a new bra and boxer-briefs this time as he grabbed a set of clothes from his bed and moved to sit in front of the mirror.

Harry saw himself, or herself, looking shocked in the reflection. He was kinda beautiful, he grudgingly admitted to himself. Small round face, smooth skin, tall, with lean muscles like Ginny. But a little bigger than Ginny, just about everywhere. At least he still had his mother's green eyes.

Harry pulled the skin tight leggings on with some difficult before putting on the shirt. He thought he may stick with the combat boots, even if they didn't fit the theme, but once he tried on the leather boots he wondered if they were cushioned with magic and lined with silk. Putting on the leather chest piece, Harry found it fit him perfectly. He looked down at he wizard's robe and hat, Harry thought 'why not' before putting them both on and looking into the mirror again. Well made clothes and a pretty face.

"Strange."

"Greeting, Victoria the Black. Welcome to Imladris."

"Thank you, Lord Elrond. For allowing me to be your guest and for these fine clothes." Elrond's study was more a mini-library with a alcove with a desk and more shelf with maps, scrolls, and tomes.

"Do not thank me yet, for these are the least of the things I will give you." Elrond rose from his chair behind the desk to move in front of Harry.

"While you are here, you may learn the lore concerning the Rings of Power. A long time ago, Círdan the Shipwright, bearer of one of the Three Elven Rings, Narya, saw the wisdom in passing the ring onto a wizard sent to Middle Earth to assist it's free peoples. Galadriel has, um, shown me the wisdom to do likewise."

Elrond handed Harry a simple square wooden box which opened on a hinge. Inside Harry found a gold ring, finely crafted, with a sapphire set in the band.

"This is Vilya, the Ring of Air, and it is now yours to bear, Victoria."