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(A/N: Yeah, Harry will be a bit OOC cuz yeah…heh heh…wouldn't you act different if you were in a war then magically transferred to another world…? ;3 )
Warnings: Slash: Eventual Legolas/Harry
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Deciding that he would rather wait in the confines of Frodo's home instead of an old tree root, Harry Potter made his way back to the quaint hobbit hole to wait for Tristan. Looking back and then ahead, he noticed that he had dragged the angel a long ways. Finally coming to the house's (if you could call it a house) gate he looked back to see if you could make out anything that might have happened.
To his relief, the appointed meeting place seemed pretty covered up at this angle and he was fairly certain that not even Gandalf the Wizard would have been able to see them. So with that happy thought in mind, the elf made his way to the door only to pause and stand still as he heard a rather interesting conversation take place.
"Now that I think about it, he doesn't really act at all elfish…not that I've ever had the experience to talk to an elf this intimately but his behavior and attitude are mature I should say."
He didn't act 'elfish'? Of course he didn't but how could Frodo know what an elf acted like!?
"I see. Like I told your uncle, I haven't come across news of a missing Elfling or any type message indicating such. This type of situation would not have been kept quiet. Rather everyone would know the minute it happened."
And that was Gandalf, which made Harry bite his lip.
"Dear Frodo, how exactly did this all come about? Is there any strange behavior this elf youth emits?"
Harry snorted. Then slapped his hands over his mouth and stood as quietly as he could, not even taking a breath as things within the house became suddenly quiet. After a few seconds Harry heard Frodo sigh.
"Well, when he first woke up he seemed surprised at the fact he was an elf. It was quite strange. He said everything was wrong and just fainted. Although don't take me wrong Gandalf, he's a dear to have around."
Harry smiled as Frodo slightly defended him.
"Although he is a tad clumsy. He broke eleven of our plates and tripped over almost everything, even if there was nothing there. It got better after the first two days though. Say Gandalf, aren't elves supposed to be very graceful?"
Damnit! It's not his fault! Elf bodies are a lot weirder than regular human bodies! And a lot harder to get used too! Plus it wasn't his fault he broke the plates…how was he supposed to know that hobbit plates wouldn't stack that high while wet…? And he never had that much grace to begin with anyway.
"You don't say." Gandalf began to mutter and Harry was half-tempted to stick his pointy ear up against the door. "His actions are not at all elf-like." The wizard declared.
"What do you mean Gandalf…?" Frodo asked and Harry then heard the sound of a chair squeaking and then shuffling which meant that the old Wizard was probably pacing.
'Yes Gandalf, what do you mean…?' Harry thought and edged in a bit closer to the door.
"Frodo…elves do not sleep." The man concluded.
Oh shit. Sleeping was like Harry's favorite pastime here…
"They are born with a grace and poise it would take you and me thousands of years to define. And you are right, dear Frodo, his actions do not denote those of an Elf. Something here is amiss." The shuffling stopped so Harry assumed the wizard had stopped pacing. "He's quite the mystery. A possible threat...?"
"Gandalf, I don't think he's a danger…maybe to himself but I don't really think he could do much harm." Frodo said softly.
Harry inwardly scoffed. He'd killed a gazillion death eaters, was practically trained in the expertise of war, and fought and killed an evil dark lord…of course he wasn't a danger, he thought sarcastically.
"His actions are not elfling like…so he must be older than what he appears to be…And he conveniently remembers nothing of his life; not even his name. We should—"
Harry Potter chose that very movement to barge in and give the two occupants in the room a crazy smile. Gandalf began to mutter again while Frodo simply looked taken back.
"What's wrong—"
"I HIT MY HEAD!" Harry felt his face hurt from the effort he put into his smile.
"Are you—" Frodo almost looked scared and Harry tried to let his fake enthusiasm die down a bit. His mind raced as the adrenaline gave way and he cursed himself from acting on impulse.
"I remember my name!" he called cheerfully and he saw Gandalf roll his eyes.
"Yes…?" the old man prodded with a raised eyebrow.
Damnit! What had Tristan and him settled on!? Calendar? Calligraphy…?
"It is…" Harry gave a wide smile and hoped beyond hope he got his next guess right. "Calanon."
Gandalf nodded and Harry inwardly let out a sigh of relief.
"Light." Gandalf murmured and eyed Harry once more. "How convenient you should remember now. Now Frodo, don't we have a party to get to?"
Frodo nodded. "I should go get Bilbo—"
Damnit! He forgot about the party! AGAIN!
"Er—I'm feeling a bit queasy. Hit my head bloody hard." Harry cleared his throat and gave them a sidelong glance. Frodo seemed to understand and gave him a slight nod while Gandalf looked on the edge of having an epiphany or a really strong migraine.
"Stay here and rest then. Come on Gandalf."
With one last suspicious glance Gandalf followed the hobbit. Harry kept smiling until the door closed and he could hear them walking a long distance away before his happy facade crumbled and he gave a loud groan.
Why did things feel like they were getting worse…!?
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The sun was to set in a few minutes so Harry decided to head over to meet Tristan and just wait until the angel came. He walked the same path, all the while keeping all his senses keen and open as to see if there was anyone following or watching him.
Feeling satisfied and positive about the fact that he was quite alone and no one had followed him, he sat himself on a tree root and quickly scanned the area, using both his senses and magic to see if the angel was close by and had merely gotten lost. Not sensing anything, the elf leaned back into the tree and closed his eyes; the feeling of nature washing over him and giving him a calm feeling.
Seconds ticked by and Harry was so close to falling into such a peaceful sleep—
"HI!" someone seemed to scream into his ear.
Emerald eyes quickly snapped open and Harry let out an instinctive scream.
"AAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!"
Apparently this was all it took to start a domino effect for he was startled as his offender gave a scream as well.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!" this scream was more high-pitched and louder and Harry started to laugh once he realized it was Tristan who was shrieking like a banshee.
"It's okay now. I'm sorry. You just woke me after a really short nap." Harry snickered. "I may look girlish but at least I don't scream like one."
The angel gave a small pout before shaking his head. "That was weird. I knew it was you screaming but I screamed anyway. Well, actually I started to scream and would've stopped but I just went thru with it—okay I'm rambling now. Guess what!?" it was only then that Harry noticed a brown deer skin bag hanging on Tristan's shoulder.
"Hmm…?"
"I managed to borrow some spelled jars and bags. So the potion ingredients won't run out as long as we keep a bit in there so it knows what to refill. You can thank my mentor for this. So…you better get started." Tristan grinned and shoved the bag into the elf's hands and took a tiny step back.
Harry blinked. "What?"
"Get started on the potion! It's not gonna make itself—well it could but I doubt you know how to do that…" Tristan mused.
Harry glared. "I don't know the recipe!"
Tristan merely smiled. "Everything you need is in there. Even a small cauldron and you can thank my mentor's wife for that one. And I'm sure you can start a fire."
Sigh. "Tristan. I am absolutely horrible at potions. The only reason I agreed to do this WAS BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU KNEW EXACTLY WHAT WE WERE DOING!"
Tristan shook his head and took back the bag and gently set it down before sitting down himself and then motioning Harry to do the same; smiling all the while. "Dear, dear Calanon. I am sure you are not that horrible at potions! Just try. The ingredients will keep refilling themselves anyways so you can keep trying. I have absolute faith in my new charge. Now hurry before it gets too dark!"
Harry scowled but sat down and looked at the list that Tristan suddenly shoved in his face. "I'm going to regret this. I just know it."
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Twenty minutes and ten botched attempts later Tristan started to laugh before becoming overly panicked.
"When you said you were horrible I thought you were being modest!" he began to breathe erratically and this left Harry raising an eyebrow. "This—this is…it's—"
"Horrible?" added Harry scathingly as another attempt blew up in his face.
"No! We past 'horrible' seven attempts ago! This is oddly horrifying! My mentor told me this was a relatively simple potion! Even a monkey could do it, he said!" Tristan kept clenching his hands and his breathing still hadn't returned to normal.
Harry felt a vein in his forehead throb. "If a monkey can do it then maybe you'll have better luck then!" he shoved the cauldron towards the spazzing angel and crossed his arms.
"Fine!" he snapped.
Harry stopped glaring long enough to blink. Tristan had never really snapped at him before.
"But if I kill us both then you're going to havta explain to the Elders why I'm dead again! Not to mention this will probably start a forest fire and the deaths of many furry creatures will rest on your head! Now…" Tristan looked at the jars with a distinct look of terror.
Harry tried to not look amused. "I'm okay with that."
"Pft. Of course you are." Tristan looked at the recipe and then at the ingredients. "Are there any last words before I unintentionally murder you?"
Harry gulped loudly faking being scared. "Make it fast." He snickered.
The angel did not look amused.
"Okay…goodbye cruel world." And Tristan began the potion.
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Five minutes and twelve botched later on Tristan's part led Harry to believe that maybe they needed a really smart monkey…
"I give up." Tristan moaned and fell back. Harry snickered.
"How about we try it together?" Harry suggested. Tristan looked up and gave a reluctant nod. He sat back up and pushed the cauldron between them.
"Okay…we need fairy's breath and Dragon's scale first then stir it twice going counter clock wise while slowly adding the moon dust." Harry read and Tristan nodded.
"Leprechauns lucky dust, sprinkle it lightly then stir for a minute. Then add the Ocean water and Vampire's blood." Harry scrunched his nose. "I've never even heard of some of these ingredients before…oh! And I see what I did wrong! I kept mixing up dust and sand together! I didn't even read this thing carefully…" Harry bit his lip.
"I didn't even read it at all…" Tristan mumbled but Harry heard it anyways.
"Then why were you—"
"I sorta sprinkled some leprechaun dust on me hoping I might just get lucky…plus reading this crap makes my head hurt…" He said honestly and shrugged when Harry gave him an incredulous stare. "Can I ask you something…?"
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly before giving a nod.
"What made you such a grumpy young man? You're sixteen! You should be laughing and smiling and enjoy being young. Instead you're always guarded and you never let that wall in your mind come down…" Tristan kept adding more ingredients and stubbornly refused to look up.
Harry frowned. "I'm eighteen."
"You're avoiding the question." The angel chirped. "Are you sure you're eighteen…? Cuz ya look sixteen maybe younger…" Tristan mumbled the last part.
Harry sighed. "I thought you knew everything about me?"
The angel cocked his head. "Well, yeah. I've been informed of stuff cuz I'm your guardian now but it's always nice to hear from the people themselves isn't it…?
"What do you want to know?" Harry gave in.
"Why are you so angry and sarcastic?" Tristan asked.
"You're right. Everyone I know that has been dumped in another world is always teething with happiness! When the whole world's bloody against them...you're right, I should be happy." Tristan didn't look amused and Harry sighed and looked up to the sky, which was now darkening quite a bit. With another sigh he turned to the angel who was smiling and waiting patiently for his answer. "To tell you the truth I don't know. I've just had it really hard my whole life. My aunt and her family raised me after my mum and dad died but they hated me. I didn't quite understand then but as I grew older and learned about magic I saw why they didn't like me. My aunt was jealous of mum and completely disowned her after that.
Then I got to go to Hogwarts. It was home and it was the first place I ever really felt safe and wanted. I made a friend on the first day, Ron Weasley and I also made my first enemy, Draco Malfoy. It was only until later that I met my second best friend, Hermione Granger." Harry smiled at the fond memories.
"Must have been lonely being an orphan." Tristan mused.
"Hmm…it was in my third year that I met Sirius Black, my godfather. Things got a bit better after that." Then Harry's face turned distressing. "It was in my fifth year that I lost him too…it was my fault."
Tristan looked up with a strange look on his face and Harry continued on with his story ignoring the angel's twitching eye.
"The war started after that and I had to train so hard. Moody and surprisingly Snape kept me under their wing. Remus was there for me and I could tell he was trying to fill the void left behind by Sirius. He became my second godfather in a way…" Harry idly played around with the blades of grass around him as he reminisced.
"Er…hmm…" Tristan's eye kept twitching.
"Hermione and Ron went thru training with me. I tried to dissuade them but they kept insisting that we were all in on it together. Come to think of it…they were probably the reason why I pushed myself so hard." Harry sighed and looked up. "Are you okay?"
Tristan gave a half-smile. "Just—just fine! The thingy's almost done! We should probably do the spell now…"
Harry raised an eyebrow as he blew some hair out of his face. "Tell me about yourself. It's only fair."
Tristan narrowed his eyes. "There's not much to tell I'm afraid. I can't really remember my life when I was alive. The most I can tell you is that I'm a whitelighter and I'm here to help you." He smiled. "How about that wall in your mind…?"
"Oh. It's called occlumency. That's why Snape took me under his wing. He taught me to put a defensive barrier in my mind so I'd be immune to Voldemort's psychic attacks." Tristan nodded. "So…you said you'd answer my questions now…"
"Oh, right."
"You said you were a right lighter or something? What's that?" Harry scrunched his nose cutely.
"Whitelighter. It's whitelighter. It's akin to an angel sorta. Most witches have one. At least those in America…" Tristan looked pensive for a moment. "It's because they have to fight demons occasionally…"
"Demons!?" Harry looked up interested.
"Eh? Pft…I'm not going to try to explain that to you right now…my head hurts enough with this stupid magic soup we're making! Plus it's too complicated and then I'd have to explain other things and then we'd both die via aneurysm. So no…nope! Next question!" Tristan grinned while Harry gave a stubborn frown.
"Fine. Now what exactly am I doing here then…? You said something about breaking that rule and then helping someone, is it Frodo!?" Harry tensed at the thought of his new friend in trouble.
"Um…yeah…well you sorta disrupted the cosmic balance. That's why the Elders were so mad. Personally I think it's because you did what they couldn't. But since you were allowed thru to another world they just went along with it thinking that maybe it was some sort of divine intervention or something. Lucky you…" Tristan stopped his stirring and started rummaging thru the bag.
"Wait…then why are you allowed thru then?" Tristan looked up and blinked.
"Er…cuz…you see I'm not mortal like you. Plus that's why you were given a whitelighter. We're sorta connected I think. So that lets me come thru. You see, if you were to return back to our own world then I wouldn't be able to come thru anymore. And if you were to die here when I'm here too then I wouldn't be able to get back. Capiche?" Harry nodded slowly. "And yeah…they think you were sent to help someone here. The little man…I think. But I can't help you in helping him, I can only help you in the aspect of you not dying so do me a favor and don't die, not until I get there first at least."
"What!? Then does this count as helping me?"
"To not die yes." Tristan pulled out a few pieces of paper. "My mentor's wife took pity on you and gave me a few spells for you since you're new to the spell casting."
"I've cast spells before." Harry said indignantly.
Tristan rolled his eyes for the first time. "Not like this you haven't. This doesn't involve any dead language—Latin. Ew."
"Whatever. So am I supposed to carry all these papers around?" Harry raised his eyebrow.
"Ooh…the Great Harry Potter is scared of small papers! How about I make it easier for you and hold your hand while I make sure you don't receive a paper cut—"
"That's not what I meant!" Harry snapped. "Won't it be inconvenient and strange if I were to carry around pieces of paper—" he took one from Tristan. "With rhyming words on them!? And that reminds me…what am I going to tell everyone!?"
Tristan sucked on his lip. "Whacha mean?"
"My alias and my life! And they keep calling me an Elfling! Which I'm NOT! I don't even know what that is and apparently I don't act like one!" Harry crossed his arms and pouted.
"Maybe they're just not used to sarcasm coming from a pretty boy elf…?"
"Ugh! Fine. How do we write this spell…?"
Tristan sucked on his lip again. "My mentor's wife seems to think we're both inadequate and decided to write the spell for us. But I'm cool with it unless you—"
"No! It's fine. So what do we do…?" Harry leaned forward and took the offered slip of paper the blonde handed to him.
"Just read it. And I'll throw some of this gunk at you." Tristan held up a ladle full of the potion, which had turned green and somewhat slimy.
Harry took a deep breath. "Okay…" he looked down at the piece of paper and started to read. "From one magical form to another, I call upon another ancient power. Change me to what I desire, elevate my powers to a level higher!" Harry closed his eyes.
There was a burning sensation in his chest as he slowly registered that Tristan had indeed thrown some of the potion at him. The warm feeling soon died down only to come back stranger and engulf his whole body.
It didn't hurt mind you but the feeling made him stand up and as soon as it went away he opened his eyes and looked at himself.
He didn't feel anything different.
"Did it work…?" he asked the now bubbly angel.
"Yep! At least I hope so cuz if it didn't then we're gonna have to find another way…where's your stick thing?"
Harry rummaged thru the rather tight Elven clothing. "I—I don't know! I just had it! Where'd it go!?"
At this Tristan gave a sigh of relief.
"I told you already silly! No more middleman! You wand is gone! Now all we have to do is figure out what power you got…" Tristan poked Harry's forehead. "Maybe since you're so hot headed and stubborn you can catch things on fire?"
"How do I do it then?" Tristan shrugged.
"Well, my mentor said these things could take a while to show up so let's work on your spell casting!" Tristan looked excited and Harry hid a groan. What the hell had he done!?
"Ooh! I got it! Turn me into a rabbit!" Tristan suddenly exclaimed. "I've always wanted to be a rabbit!"
"What if I can't turn you back?"
"Then promise me you'll make sure nothing eats me."
"I'd be a hollow promise… plus we still have to figure out my past and is it Frodo I'm helping?!" Harry snickered.
Tristan pouted but complied.
"You can tell them the truth. "Harry looked up relieved. "As long as you don't tell them you're a wizard from another world here because you threw a little tantrum. No one else can know about this. It messes up the cosmic balance. So tell them anything you want except that Capiche?" Tristan rocked on the balls of his feet.
Harry groaned. "That is the truth! And I think Gandalf, the Wizard is onto me and I sorta blurted out that I knew my name!"
Tristan blinked, "How'd you do that!?"
"I hit my head and remembered."
"You're not very imaginative are you…?"
"Maybe I should turn you into a rabbit!" Harry growled and sat down stubbornly.
"Pft. As for your past…just say you can't remember or something. Bat your pretty eyes and pout. Listen…I have to go. I have to report your progress to the Elders to see how you're coming along." Tristan grabbed the pieces of paper and gave them to Harry who shoved them into his clothes.
Harry snorted. "Why do I do after I pass this test? What happens then…?"
"I have no idea!" Tristan exclaimed happy once again. "Let's hop that bridge when we run into it! Remember I'm just a call away but don't call me when there are others around cuz of the cosmic balance. Bye Calanon!"
And the angel left.
"I. Hate. My. Life." Harry Potter gritted out. With that he made his way back to the nice hobbit whole to possibly be accosted by a suspicious old Dumbledore clone.
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He was almost there when he saw someone walking towards him. It was a short someone and Harry stopped to see who it was.
It was Bilbo…
…and it looked like he was leaving.
"Ah…the odd little elf child. I was hoping to bump into you." Harry rolled his eyes at the blatant sarcasm. "Listen my boy, take care of Frodo won't you, for me? Let him know I love him and just be there…"
Harry widened his eyes. "Where are you going?"
"This old hobbit needs to retire now…I'll be heading towards the mountains and I'll let your little elf friends know you're here. Take care little elf. Oh and it's on the mantle piece…keep it safe…it's on the mantle piece." Bilbo began to mutter and Harry could only watch and let him pass as he made his way towards the woods.
What was on the mantle piece? Keep what safe…?
"Wait…" Harry froze.
Bilbo was going to tell other elves of his existence!
"Oh Damnit!" he cursed and made his way to the gate. As he got there he looked up as a towering figure made it's way over to him quickly.
"Calanon!" oh, it was Gandalf! "Calanon!" the old wizard finally made his way to Harry and took hold of his shoulders. "I know there is more to you then meets the eye."
Harry could have died then.
"But this could be exactly what we need. I must research…" the old wizard mumbled. "Gondor. I'd take you with me—"
Harry tried hard to keep breathing.
"But Frodo needs someone. Be here. Take care of him. I shall return soon. Be careful." The wizard quickly fled and Harry knew he must have been looking like a deer in headlights.
What exactly went on in these hobbit parties!?
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Pronunciation:
Calanon : Kahl – ah - non