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Wherever You Will Go

That night Harry Potter had the strangest dream. It started out simple enough, with him walking thru some very calm and serene woods. Somehow, nature always gave him a calm feeling now and he supposed it was due to the fact he was an elf now. But just as sudden; a sad melodic voice echoed thru his thoughts.

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,


Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,


Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,


One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne

The once beautiful wood quickly morphed into a barren wasteland. Everything looked burnt and dead and Harry felt very uneasy now. He stopped walking and started to stare all around him. The voice started up again.

In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.


One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,


One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them


In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

Could this place be…Morder…? But how could Harry possibly know since he'd certainly never been to Middle-Earth and certainly not Mordor…What was this about a ring…? Was this a warning….?

"Calanon!"

THWUMP

Harry gave a loud groan as something hard hit his face and gave an irritated groan when he found his legs had been bound by the evil bed covers.

He had fallen out of bed…go figure…

He was helped though, by a concerned Frodo who was gently unraveling his trapped legs.

"I'm sorry to have awoken you but you were screaming rather loudly. And I had to wake you before you woke up all of the Shire." He joked and Harry gave a small grunt as he was finally able to sit down. Frodo looked him over and being in his still sleep-induced state, Harry let him not bothering when the little hobbit managed to push him back to bed.

"Sorry…I'm being a bother…" Harry yawned.

Frodo gave a small chuckle. "Actually I'm glad you're here. Things would have been very lonely now that Bilbo has gone and left. You're very good company."

Harry wanted to say something comforting back to him…

"You're one of the best hobbits I've ever eaten…er—beaten…meeten—meeted. Tomorrow I'm…going to make you…into a waffle." Harry closed his eyes and gave another yawn.

Frodo blinked as the elf began to mutter more nonsense. What in Gandalf's beard was a waffle!?

He watched as the elf slowly began to drift off to sleep and wondered back to what Gandalf had said. 'Elves didn't slumber…' the wizard had said.

Calanon was now asleep and Frodo gave a sigh.

"Good night Calanon." He left the elf and headed towards his own room, he had a lot to think about.

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The next few days that followed went by very slowly, at least in Harry's opinion. He tried to make sense of what happened the day Gandalf had accosted him and Bilbo had left him to take care of Frodo.

Not to mention the fact that he had indeed awoken many hobbits up with his little scream. The following morning had Sam Gamgee come to investigate what had happened and Frodo calmed everything down by explaining about a simple nightmare.

Although the way he made it sound made it seem like Harry was a mental case but he couldn't blame the hobbit for trying to help.

And of course he was also worried. He had tried to call his 'whitelighter' at times when he was alone but he got no response. Nothing. Tristan was either ignoring him or something bad had happened.

Harry hoped the absent-minded angel was okay, but his worries were overruled by the fact that he was confused and utterly bored. Nothing exciting ever seemed to happen in this little hobbit town and he contemplated starting some mischief of his own but his conscience (which remarkably sounded like Frodo) overruled anything he could've done.

So to relieve his boredom Harry had tried to cast spells (not exactly mischief considering all the other things he could've done) all over the place without drawing the attention from anyone, especially Frodo.

So far he had managed to turn several rocks into flowers and had accidentally set Frodo's curtains on fire and then tried to douse it with magic only to make said fire worse.

So much for not causing any trouble…

Needless to say, his time on Middle-Earth should probably make him into a professional Liar.

"How did you say this happened?" Frodo questioned as he looked distressfully at his now ruined curtains.

"Um…tea. I was making tea. And I tripped—"

As soon as the word 'tripped' came into play, Frodo nodded and took in the rest of his lie without question. Which made Harry mentally pout.

He wasn't that clumsy, was he!?

"It's alright Calanon. Say, do you want to come with Sam and me to meet Merry and Pippin? They want to meet and drink some ale and talk for a while."

Harry raised an eyebrow. Frodo condoned Harry drinking unless… "Ale? Oh…I see."

Frodo gave a nervous smile.

"You don't want me home alone anymore do you?" Harry asked quite amused. But this time he couldn't stop the pout that came onto his face.

"It's quite a feat to catch something on fire while making tea…and frankly I really want a house to come back to. So will you accompany me please?"

Harry tried to see from Frodo's point of view and nodded. "Fine."

Harry and Frodo then set out to meet Sam. Then met Merry and Pippin before heading into a small hobbit bar. Harry received many stares and many hobbits quit what they were doing to whisper, most likely about him.

It was a rather long evening.

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Sam had, quite chivalrously, walked both him and Frodo home after that evening. Frodo had accepted and Harry had protested slightly thinking that maybe it had something to do with looking so feminine…

But there was no arguing with slightly drunk hobbits so he let it go.

Once they had reached the gate at Bag End, Sam said his good-bye's and both he and Frodo proceeded to head inside. The second Harry stepped indoors he felt something wrong and put a hand on Frodo's shoulder who stopped, turned and gave him a questioning glance.

"Calanon?" he asked softly and Harry shook his head.

"I—there's someone here." His new elf senses (he inwardly snickered at this, remembering a muggle movie about a man that had gained spider powers) picked up movement and before he could voice his concerns both him and the hobbit were ambushed.

"Is it secret!? Is it safe!?" demanded Gandalf (who by the way looked like he'd dried his hair via tornado).

Harry jumped back. "OH MY—damnit!"

Did everyone feel the need to cause him a heart attack!?

Frodo seemed to understand Gandalf's cryptic code and quickly fled to another part of the hobbit hole. He quickly returned handing the old wizard an envelope. The wizard then fled himself to the fireplace and quickly set the envelope to burn despite Frodo's cry of protest.

Waiting just a few seconds, the wizard took what seemed to be a small golden ring out and gave it to Frodo who looked as confused at Harry felt.

"Do you see anything?" the wizard demanded. And quickly set a small pace as he awaited Frodo's answer.

"I—no." Gandalf seemed to physically relax at this. "I—no, wait, there's something here. It's some form of elfish but I can't understand it."

Harry really hoped Frodo wouldn't ask for help on this.

Gandalf though now seemed extremely troubled. "There are few who can. The language is that of Mordor the likes of which I will not utter here. In the common tongue however it translates to: One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, one ring to—"

"—bring them all and in the darkness bind them." This was said in unison by both a shocked Gandalf and an apprehensive Harry.

A rather big mistake on Harry's part.

The old wizard was quick to round on him. "YOU! What do you know of this!?"

He backed the frowning elf into the wall and held him there with his staff. "This is the one ring forged by the Dark Lord Sauron in the fires of Mount Doom. Taken by Isildur from the hand of Sauron himself! How would an elf with no memory of his past know this!? Answer me and do not lie for I will know it!"

Harry gave a grunt as the old wizard, who was surprisingly very strong for his age, drove the staff into his chest rather hard.

"I don't know! I dreamt about it! Some woman saying something about rings and—OW! Stop! That hurts you know!" Harry contemplated using his own magic to ward the wizard off but was saved by a confused and panicked Frodo.

"Gandalf! Stop! I'm sure Calanon is innocent!" he tugged on the old wizard's robes but Gandalf merely loosened his hold—just a bit.

The old wizard instead chose to look into the elf's eyes to judge the truth for himself. He looked the elf squarely in the eyes and narrowed his own.

Harry knew what the old wizard was doing and let him. He stared back at the icy blue eyes and tried not to blink. He was trying to show he was indeed being honest. But Gandalf's blue eyes reminded him of someone else whom he missed terribly and couldn't stop the pained feeling he was getting.

Gandalf looked surprised then but gently let go. "I see no fault. Yet I still find you suspicious and I will keep doing so until you decide to come clean about yourself. I know there is more to you then meets the eye and do not try to deny this Calanon." Harry forced himself to look indifferent. "The trees have voices and they do have ears. It just seems more than coincidental that the one ring be found now, just as you appeared as if by magic." Gandalf's voice was gentle now and he seemed to have a knowing twinkle in his eye. Harry chose to remain quiet.

Dumbledore clone indeed!

Frodo looked perplexed now more than ever. He gave Harry a questioning glance before turning to Gandalf who seemed to be pondering something.

"Gandalf?" he asked quietly.

"As I was saying; the one ring forged by Sauron himself." Frodo nodded.

"Bilbo found it…in Gollum's cave." Frodo looked pensive now as well.

Gandalf now seemed distracted as he talking often shooting glances in Harry's direction. "For sixty years it lay dormant, prolonging life and delaying old age."

Somehow this conversation had moved to the table. Frodo and Gandalf talking while Harry sat quietly, trying to take in everything the old wizard said.

"Evil is stirring in Mordor. The ring has awoken. It's heard its masters call…"

All this felt like Deja-vu to Harry.

"But he was destroyed! Sauron was destroyed!" Frodo seemed scared and slightly hysterical now and Harry couldn't blame him.

Gandalf shook his head sadly. "No, the spirit of Sauron endured. His life force is bound to the ring and the ring survived. Sauron has returned. He yearns for it…all he needs is this ring to cover the lands in a second darkness. He is seeking it…He must never find it. They are one, the ring and the Dark lord…"

Harry closed his eyes as the trepidation made his stomach churn.

He heard Frodo get up and begin to pace frantically. "We'll keep it secret! Never talk about again! No one knows it's here, do they Gandalf…?" Harry opened his eyes and looked to the wizard.

He wished he hadn't.

Gandalf now looked slightly pained and Harry wondered if anything the wizard said was ever good news. "There is but one other…I searched everywhere for the creature Gollum but the enemy found him first. I do not know how long they tortured him but amongst the screaming and babble there emerged two names. 'Shire' and 'Baggins'."

Frodo froze. "Shire? Baggins!? But that will lead them here!" Frodo took the small ring out and for the first time since Harry had arrived in this new world he felt his scar hurt something terrible.

'Damnit! Not again!' Harry gripped his head.

Frodo held out the ring to the wizard who seemed taken back and terrified. "You must take the ring! Gandalf!" Frodo grew more persistent as Gandalf shook his head. "I'm giving it to you!"

The aura around the wizard changed to something darker. "Do not tempt me! I dare not take it!" Harry's head felt like it was on fire. "Not even in my hands will it be safe…you must understand Frodo, I would use this ring from the desire to do good, but thru me it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine."

Even throughout his pain, Harry scoffed at the old wizard's ego.

"Nor will you hand it to Calanon. I fear those consequences might be by far more great." Harry looked up to see the wizard but Gandalf wasn't looking at him anymore.

"But it cannot stay in the Shire." Frodo sounded defeated.

"No, it cannot. You must leave!" Gandalf concluded.

"What!? He can't go alone." Harry stood up and realized the pain was slowly going away. He was determined to change Gandalf's mind when he saw the look thrown at him.

Oh…crap.

"No…he shall not. You shall accompany him Calanon. There is more to—"

"—more to me than meets the eye. I get it. Fine. I'll go." He did not of all things expect Gandalf to chuckle.

"You are a gift sent from the Valar. For in these upcoming dark times, we will need some light after all." He mused.

Ooh…how corny…

Within minutes both Harry and Frodo prepared for the 'long' journey they had to take. Gandalf instructed them in what to take and what to leave. Harry didn't have much so he helped Frodo to carry what he could.

"I think it's in my room." Frodo said all of a sudden. "Calanon, can you got check?" without knowing what he was looking for Harry nodded and wandered off.

He came into Frodo's room and furrowed his brow. Why was he here again!? He began to mindlessly search and thought back to what he had agreed to do.

"This is all Tristan's fault." He muttered. He bent down to look under the bed and after seeing nothing he looked back up to come face to face with the smiling angel himself.

"Hello!" he chirped.

Harry held back his yelp of surprise and quickly set to close the door. He turned back and set a glare on the bubbly blond who blinked.

"What!? What did I do now!? I wasn't even here to annoy you—"

"Exactly! I kept calling you but you wouldn't come!" Harry crossed his arms and frowned.

Tristan rocked on the balls of his feet. "Er—eh? Yeah…about that. I was busy trying to avoid someone…you see it went like this." Tristan put a hand to his hip and began to wave the other one around as he told his story.

"Apparently a cupid heard about this whole mess and spread it around! I heard it thru the angel of death and I had to pretend I was clueless cuz no one had to know about it, ya know!? So I went around and surprisingly people think I'm a bit of a loudmouth gossiper and they wouldn't leave me alone!"

"I wonder why." Harry added dryly.

"Anyway…so I couldn't get away. And then word spread to the rest of the whitelighters that Harry Potter had done what no other wizard or witch could have! And that's where it got ugly…seriously…that man must have been a professional stalker when he was alive." Tristan mused.

"What?" Harry stared at him.

"Er...Nevermind! So it took my mentor, his wife, her sister's, my mentor's sons, and me to convince everyone otherwise! The story going around was rather accurate so we just sorta...yeah...heh heh... Tell me…do you like talking to yourself and foreign languages.?" Tristan began to rock on the balls of his feet again.

"No." Harry huffed.

"Well…you're associated with them now. My lie sorta evolved into something bigger and I thought it was funny so I just sorta…let it be…heh heh…" the angel gave a faltering grin.

Harry felt like throwing something.

"I don't want to know." The elf rubbed his temples. "If no one's allowed to know how does you mentor and his family know?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Because I told them." Tristan chirped. "What!? This was my first assignment and I sorta needed help…"

"That reminds me! Gandalf knows something! And now I have to go with Frodo to deliver a ring somewhere and it's the center of all evil and what do I do!?" Harry said everything rather fast before he looked to his guardian.

Tristan stood there looking utterly puzzled. "I did not get a word of that. Okay, maybe two words but they make no sense. Frofo and ring. I'm confused."

Harry was about to retort when a pounding interrupted them and both looked towards the door.

"Calanon! Open this door! I must talk with you at once!"

It was Gandalf.

"That's Frofo!? Wow…the name's misleading…" Tristan said quite loudly and Harry covered the angel's mouth but the damage seemed to be done.

The hard knocking stopped and Harry held his breath while Tristan eyes widened.

"Frofo's gonna kill us." Tristan whispered. "Heh…killed by a man named Frofo…I'd laugh if it weren't us."

Harry tried to quietly punch the angel's arm and made shushing motions. The next words out of Gandalf mouth made him mentally groan.

"There is someone else with you Calanon. Open this door!"

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