Title: From Far Away

Author: Jagged Scars

Pairing: Pending

Status: Work in Progress

Rating: M

Wanted: beta reader

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings

Author's note: Alright everyone, time for some clarification.

AngelAriel: Harry has lost his memories of people, not events, of what happened before he came to Middle Earth. The Valar took them so that Harry could start to heal, otherwise he would be suffering for a much more complicated version of PTSD. And while I would love to have used that, I have plans for what going on with Harry now.

Puretsubasa: Yes I am rewriting the story. I've adopted it from LacuStellar.

Thank you to Phaenilix and xRosePetalx for finding mistakes in the story and telling me.

Thanks everyone for reviewing.

Summery: Harry has lost his reasons to stay in his own world. His magic takes him to a world called Middle Earth. He finds himself in new life and perhaps even a new family. HP/LOTR crossover, will be slash.

Welcome to the forth Installment of From Far Away: Wizard

Waiting. Elenion was always waiting. Waiting to fight. Waiting to live. Waiting to die. How he hated waiting, he would much prefer action to waiting. At least when you were moving you did not have time for apprehension to sink in, for fear to take over or doubt to clasp you in it's hold. When your moving all you can do is concentrate on the task at hand and nothing else. You cannot afford to think of anything else, you can just react.

Elenion paced the length of the fountain in apprehension. Like any other structure this too was elegant and delicate in design. But right at this moment Elenion couldn't care less or even pay attention to notice such things, even though this place was one of Elenion's favorite spots to laze around. He was steadily becoming more nervous as days rolled by too quickly and yet too slow at the same time. Too quickly because every day meant that the wizard would be closer to Rivendell than day before. Too slow because Elenion was at the same time curious and wanted to meet the wizard. But it was a very small part and it was definitely overshadowed by Elenion's panic. Even others had begun to get worried about him. He tried to conceal his anxiousness, but somehow it still leaked through. Or elves were just too darn emphatic.

It had already been four days since Rivendell had received Gandalf's message. Where is that wizard anyway? Elenion thought as he began to bite his fingernails. A habit he had picked up after coming to this world.

Elenion felt rather than heard when a pair of light feet approached him. He easily recognized them as Aragorn's feet. "Elenion? Gandalf has finally arrived! Are you coming to see him?" the young human child asked his adopted little brother when he finally found him. Aragorn had worried himself silly about Elenion. Somehow he just knew that the elfling had been feeling uneasy about the Istari. For what reasons, Aragorn could only let his imagination run, but he would be there for Elenion if the elfling needed him. Maybe the little one had met a bad wizard before? Elenion was making Aragorn more anxious as he watched his little brother pace back and forth.

Elenion whirled around to lock his glowing emerald eyes with Aragorn. "He is here?" his voice was raspy from disuse, startling the elder boy who nearly jumped in surprise. Elenion could not really understand fully why exactly he was so afraid to see the wizard of this world. He supposed he didn't want to appear as a magical elf, after all he hadn't exactly seen nor heard that elves were magical, thus it would make him seem different and stand out.

Aragorn nodded cautiously, "Are you coming with me to see him?"

Elenion stopped his pacing and turned to lock his eyes with Aragorn. Before he could make his decision there was a soft noise coming towards them.

Gandalf had arrived to Rivendell with excitement. He had come as soon as possible when he had felt the faint new kind of magic from the elven city. It was of course very hard to pinpoint where the source was, since it was so faint. Although not powerful it still spiked Gandalf's curiosity and he just had to go and find out what it was. A magic different from what he wielded. Yes, it was definitely enough to spike the curiosity in the Istari.

He immediately sought out the lord of Rivendell, "Greetings lord Elrond."

The dark haired elf greeted his long-time friend with warmth, "So you have finally arrived. You think that someone used magic in Rivendell?" The elven lord certainly didn't waste much time on platitudes and cut straight to the point.

Gandalf didn't mind that at all, he was rather pleased because he could barely contain himself from speeding off to search the magical source like a bloodhound. "Yes, has there been any new habitant in Rivendell recently? Someone who could do magic?" The wizard inquired.

Elrond regarded his friend for a moment. Sure there was a new habitant in Rivendell, his newly adopted son. But surely Elenion couldn't do magic, could he? He was an elf after all, but then again what did they really know about Elenion? 'If so then why Elenion hasn't told us about it?' Elrond pondered quietly as he thought back to the few nervous days that Elenion seemed to have. Could the magical source that Gandalf had sensed really belong to the little elfling? The little one was such an enigma, perhaps now they could learn something about the child.

"Elrond?" the grey man brought the lord back from his thoughts.

"Elenion, my adopted son is the only new habitant in the city. But he is an elf, so there no way that he could perform magic," the dark elf said as he gazed outside, trying to seek out the little dark figure that belonged to his youngest elven son.

"Ah, yes, this new mysterious elfling. Tell me, where did he come again?" asked Gandalf as he followed the lord's gaze to outside.

Lord Elrond moved his eyes to the Istari, "That I don't know for certainly. He refuses to tell us everything, but I suspect that the little one's past is so extremely painful that he doesn't wish to remember it."

The grey wizard had a pensive look engraved on his face. If the elfling was the only new citizen in the elven city then the possibility of him being the source was extremely high. There had been no other magical activities in Rivendell before, so why now suddenly when the elfling came here? It simply could not be a mere coincidence. He tried to concentrate and sense the magic that hid in the elven city. It was faint, but if Gandalf maintained his concentration then he could possibly pinpoint it. He set out to seek the source with Elrond trailing behind him.

"You sense the magic? Where is it coming from?" asked the elf lord as they ventured outside.

"Yes, but it is very faint as if the source wanted to hide it from outsiders," answered the aged wizard.

As they walked outside of the citadel, Elrond spotted Glorfindel, his twin sons and an unexpected elf. Unexpected but certainly not unwelcomed. The searching pair stopped as they saw the others approach them. "My dear friend Erestor, were you not supposed to be in Mirkwood for another few days?" Elrond asked as his long-time friend finally reached them.

"Thranduil has been satisfied with my advices and decided that I could travel back to home," the dark haired elf said as he gazed back to his friend, "I have also been very curious about the elfling. The news about him has spread wide and many have desired to come here and see the elfling with their own eyes. I must confess that I fall in to that same urge. Though rest assured, so far I've heard that they have enough of sense than just barge here and inspect the child."

Others could understand the want to see the elfling, how could they not when the elfling was so absolutely adorable? Although they might've not known about that fact. But given Elenion's nature he would certainly not appreciate that dozens of elves would come to Rivendell just to see him like some rare, exotic creature in a cage. So far Elrond had declined every request to come to Rivendell to see the elfling or the invitations to other elven realms. The deed only served to fuel the curiosity of other elves. Hopefully Elenion would come to be more comfortable with other elves so they could satisfy the said curiosity.

"I must warn you first Erestor, the little one is… rather wary of new people. He has not exactly had a happy past so you will have to be patient with this young one," Elrond cast a meaningful look to the other dark elf.

Erestor raised a fine eyebrow in surprise, "Wary? Even of elves? That's ridiculous, there's no need to be cautious with another elf. What-"

"Regardless of what has happened to the little one. I will have you be patient with him Erestor," the lord's tone was final. They gazed each other silently.

Finally it seemed as if they had come to an agreement or they had found something in each other eyes for them to break off their eye contest. Others of their party remained silent as they had watched them seemingly bicker. They would have smiled in amusement if it had not brought the heated gaze to themselves, which they had no desire to have.

Elrohir cleared his throat, "What were you doing before we interrupted, Father?"

"We were looking for the magical source that Gandalf claimed to have sensed," replied Elrond as he switched his gaze to Gandalf.

"Ahh, yes. We must continue, I am most keen to find it!" Gandalf rushed as he continued his search.

The rest quickly glanced each other before following the grey wizard. Erestor was a little bit confused, but remained silent as he assumed that he could do the correct assumptions with observation and time.

They shuffled quietly to a tranquil location; it was a verandah with pillars that had entangled vines curling around them and lush bushes surrounding the round structure. There was also a beautiful fountain on the left side. The adults halted in the middle of the round verandah. Gandalf swished his head around in confusion as he tried to see something.

At the same time Elenion was crouching silently behind one of the tall green shrubs. He had dragged his brother with him when he had realized that the soft noise belonged to several footsteps. Aragorn had cast him a questioning look but had said nothing. If Elenion did not want to meet the wizard then Aragorn would do everything he could in order to prevent the Istari from seeing his little brother. They couldn't risk moving; the adult elves would certainly pick up their shuffle no matter how carefully they moved. Their only hope was that the adults would move away without inspecting carefully the balcony.

"Hmm… We must search this place before giving up. I can feel the magic no matter how weak it is. I just cannot pinpoint it more carefully than this," Elenion peeked and saw that it was an elderly man that had voiced his opinion. He was dressed in grey clothing that resembled a robe back in Elenion's previous world and he had a pointy hat. The young elfling gasped when he saw how much the Istari resembled someone he had once known, blurry features of a similar character filled his mind. A long beard, vivid robe, wizen and old, feed to a feeling of fear.

The apprehension was back and stronger then ever. His heart pounded in his chest painfully as he struggled for air. This person was going to bring him harm. This person was going to take everything away.

Unfortunately for Elenion and Aragorn the gasp had been too loud for elven ears and even for a wizard's ears. The adults had directed their eyes to their location when the noise had made itself known. Aragorn looked at his little brother in worry. The elfling's eyes had gone wide in slight panic and had locked them frantically to Aragorn. It took only a moment for Aragorn to decide what to do. He took his little brother's hand and tugged him up. The adults startled when the pair bounced from the bushes. The children did not wait for them to recover and dashed away as fast as they could from them.

The adult elves and a wizard stood there for awhile, before with a start Gandalf snapped his head to the small figures. He quickly took off after them and rest followed with a surprised look in their eyes.

"Don't you dare to tell me that you actually sensed something magical from the children!" Elladan exclaimed as they ran to catch up the children. They were fast, but the young pair had gained much distance when they had stood on the verandah.

"It is definitely one of the young ones, although I can't tell from here which one of them possesses magic," the grey wizard answered as they saw their targets make a sharp turn inside the castle.

Why there was a hall of mirrors, no one could really tell. Perhaps it was built specifically for children to play hide and seek or just have mischievous time, but that was where Aragorn had taken Elenion to. The hall of mirrors was a spacious room filled with mirrors that constructed a maze. It had several exits and entries so the adults could not just wait outside the maze but to venture inside. Looking at the mirrors wouldn't help them; otherwise it would just make them more confused and lost in the maze.

Elrond wanted to call out for his youngest sons, but would they hear him out? Elenion had seemed so panicked when he had spotted them. Elrond couldn't help but wonder why his son would want to hide from them. Even if Elenion possessed magic, no matter how unique features he would have, they would never do anything to harm or shun him for what he was.

"Elenion? Estel? Please cease this chase immediately! We won't do anything to you, why are you running away from us?" Elrond raised his voice when he finally decided to call out.

They saw from a reflection of mirror short figures turned away from them. They snapped their head to the other side, but only came face to face with a mirror with a same reflection. But they watched with their breaths held when the shorter of the two stopped and prevented the taller one from running. As Estel turned his head to look at his little brother, they saw a questioning look etched in his face. Slowly they saw the elfling turn his head a little bit to the side. The adults could discern the delicate pointy ear but the mass of shining ebony hair prevented them from seeing the elfling's eyes. They could still clearly see the little on pondering on what to do.

Elenion peeked at the elders from his side, he could see through his hair well enough but same time prevented others to see his face. He didn't understand why, but he couldn't bring himself to face them. That's when the adults realized that it was really a reflection that they were seeing. Glorfindel quickly stuck his hand out to ensure his path but his fingertips encountered glass. The children were on the other side of this glass! Glorfindel wondered if he should just break the separating object, but thought against it. It wouldn't do well in the end.

In the end the young pair ran away.

Elenion and Aragorn stayed in one of the vacant rooms in the castle, they had decided not to reside in their rooms since it would be quite likely for others to seek them out there. Estel laid in the bed and stared outside seeing nothing while a gentle wind ruffled his hair. Aragorn was glued behind the little elf. He rested his chin on the elfling's head and his other arm tugged under his head to support it while he stroke with his fingers through the mass of silky black hair. Once you had a taste of Elenion's hair you couldn't keep your hands away from it no matter how much you tried to resist. Thankfully the elfling didn't mind, he actually enjoyed it very much; it had a calming effect and it felt good.

"Elenion?" Aragorn pulled Elenion's attention to himself, "Why didn't you want to meet Gandalf? He's not a bad person. I'm sure that he would've greeted you warmly if we had just welcomed him."

Elenion didn't answer Aragorn. There was a long moment of silence and Aragorn had begun to think that his little brother wouldn't answer him at all. Elenion moved himself so that he was facing Aragorn. The entangled hair slipped through Aragorn's fingers easily without even a knot, it truly was as silky as flowing water, but they didn't manage to escape Aragorn completely. The human fingers were right back in the black mass of tresses. Aragorn found himself being stared at by the piercing scared green eyes of his little brother.

"I… I just don't like new people. There was also another new elf who I have never seen before in Rivendell," Elenion finally murmured softly, knowing if he did not Aragorn would not leave it alone. And although it wasn't a complete lie, Elenion knew that it wasn't the exact answer that Aragorn was truly searching for. And Aragorn knew that.

The taller boy sighed as he dragged the quivering elfling even closer to him, pressing the younger one's face to his chest. "The 'new' elf was Erestor, he lives in Rivendell but has been in Mirkwood for quite awhile, advising lord Thranduil," Aragorn informed as he continued his stroking. "He's a kind person. Maybe a little bit distant, but when you finally get to know him, he'll open up to you more." continued Aragorn.

It saddened Aragorn greatly that Elenion was always so closed up. He loved the elfling dearly and only wanted to protect him. "Before I came to Rivendell and was adopted by lord Elrond, I lived in a small village with my mother and few people of Dúnedain," Elenion took a quick glance at Aragorn, before settling back.

Elenion hadn't known previously much about Aragorn's past. He was curious to know, but he knew that he had no right to ask since he didn't offer anything about his own. A past filled with blurry faces and horrible events.

"People of Dúnedain are blessed with a long life, we can also retain our youth until our death. I heard from mother that elven blood runs in my veins, although it is very slight possibly many generations afar. The village where I used to live was raided by orcs on an unsuspected night. The rangers had gone further away to patrol and there were only a few that could fight against the orcs. By the time that Dan and Ro had arrived almost everyone had been killed…" Aragorn's voice faded away.

Elenion hugged his brother closer to him, he could understand perfectly how it felt. To stand alone on a field filled with corpses and blood painting the surroundings, it would make anyone feel useless and angry at itself.

"You know, when I become a grown-up I want to become one of the rangers," Aragorn murmured softly as he travelled his hand through the flowing hair.

Elenion gazed at Aragorn's eyes

"But… you would come back home from time to time, right?" Rejection and abandonment was not something he could deal with anymore.

Aragorn smiled softly at the elfling, "Of course. I would travel much, but of course I would come back. This is after all my home." Aragorn placed a soothing kiss on top of Elenion's head.

Elenion remained silent. Thoughts of parallel instances traveled through his mind, vague and blurry in recall. He remembered wanting to be an Auror. Wanting to go out there and help people like how he had never been helped. Wanting to not be a scared little child anymore, not wanting to be helpless. The emerald eyed child watched Aragorn sadly, he could only hope that his brother's story would not turn out the same as his.

Elenion remained silent for a moment. Then he steeled himself and said, "What I am about to tell you, you cannot disclose it to anyone. Can you promise me that, Aragorn?"

The Dúnadan child nodded seriously, he would never betray Elenion's secret to anyone if that was what he wished. Elenion took deep breath and let it out slowly as he tried to calm his nerves.

Elenion inspected Aragorn; he seemed to be satisfied by whatever he found, "Where I come from, it was not very peaceful and I had left just after it ended. No one survived it unscathed, there were those who lost their lives and then those who had managed to survive had lost many precious people to them and live with the memory of loss and horror..." Elenion trailed off getting lost in murky memories.

Lightning flashed across the sky illuminating the world, thunder sounded in the distance. The smell of coming rain hung heavily in the atmosphere, sweet and pungent in it's scent. Harry stood tensely in the shadows between two Death Eaters. Dead leave crunching under their feet as they made their way onward. Sharp emerald green eyes glared at everything as they came to a clearing, flickering to the side where a shadow emerged from the darkness.

"I have brought him as agreed," one of the Death Eaters spoke. Cold blue eyed stared at Harry for a fraction of a second before they melted into fake concern. An old man with a long beard and disgustingly bright robes. Then a name finally came to him and the image became frighteningly clear...Dumbledore.

The little elf gasped for air and Aragorn hugged his little brother closer.

When Elenion finally recovered his calm he continued, "Gandalf reminds me of someone painful..." he didn't know how to continue, how to explain Gandalf reminded him of Dumbledore. A man who controlled his life and used him as a weapon to be dis guarded at will.

But it didn't matter to Aragorn. All he needed to know was that Elenion didn't want to meet Gandalf now. And that was what Aragorn would give Elenion as best as he could. He knew that he couldn't do much as he was just a mere child. But he would try his best.

They stayed in their embrace, each lost in their thoughts and memories before sleep consumed them. They were children after all and as such; children needed their nap after such a strenuous incident.

It was around the dinner time when the boys woke up. Elenion knew instantly that he couldn't avoid the adults forever and it was better to face them now rather than later. The elfling was practically having kittens while he paced on the floor.

Pacing is definitely one of the nervous habits that belong to Elenion thought Aragorn as he watched from the bed. "Are you trying to wear a hole through that stone floor, doll?" Aragorn voiced his question when his eyes began to spin.

Elenion threw him a glare, but did not answer. He stopped his nervous habit and took few deep breaths in order to calm himself. Aragorn waited patiently while getting up. He strode to the door and leaned against it while waiting his little brother. You could visibly see the elfling force himself to calm down and resume a tranquil state that belonged to elves.

"Let us go then," the older child said with a strong voice and strode to his younger brother.

Lord Elrond sat calmly at their dinner table, waiting for his youngest sons. He wasn't sure they would actually come to dine with them, but Elenion surely realized that he couldn't run away forever. And the elfling would surely see in time that he was in no threat. Nonetheless they would have to proceed delicately with the elfling. They had already informed Erestor and Gandalf of the little one's situation when they had first met him. Chasing him wouldn't help the situation at all.

Erestor's interest was ignited by the mysterious elfling. He could understand that if the elfling had been injured so severely, something very horrible must have happened to him. And meeting new people may not be something pleasant for the elfling to do. But nonetheless Erestor wanted to meet this little one, he had not seen much through the window except the small frame covered by dark green elven clothes and the mass of shiny ebony hair.

Gandalf could barely keep his feet attached firmly to the ground. He could feel the different magic coming closer to them every second, but he kept a calm face. He could understand why the children's family had told them to approach them cautiously, but he was so excited! He would do his best so that neither the children will be scared by him, he was here only to see the different magic, nothing else.

All six heads snapped to the doors when it was pushed open a little bit, just a small gap big enough for a head to peek inside. They met the dark head and grey eyes of Estel. The child blinked at them twice before he pulled his head back. The adults could hear soft murmuring, they were rewarded by their patience as the door was pushed more open. Estel stepped inside while shielding the other child from the view. They stopped almost right in front of the adults.

Elenion moved slightly to Aragorn's side to peek at the occupants. He couldn't help but stare at the old wizard. His emerald eyes were covered by sadness as he took the wizard more in. He truly resembles professor Dumbledore too much… the same blue eyes… Elenion let his gaze break so that the burning behind his eyes would cease. His gaze turned to the elven stranger in the room. Erestor if my memory served me correctly Elenion thought as he inspected the tall elf. He was clothed in a loose robe that reached the ground, his eyes were deep blue and iridescent. Erestor was a perfect embodiment of the elves.

While the elfling was looking at Erestor, he too returned the inspection. Erestor found himself thinking that the elfling was one of the most beautiful creatures he had come across in his long lived life. The earlier description from the twins did no justice for the elfling. Everything was magnified greatly when you saw it with your own eyes. But Erestor couldn't exactly blame the twins, since he too would have given an imperfect report on the child's looks. How could anyone ever think of harming such an adorable creature? Erestor thought as he finally ended his inspection.

Finally Elenion finished his inspection but stayed behind Aragorn who made sure to stay in between Gandolf and his brother. Fearful wary eyes watched Gandolf who had not taken his gaze off the little one since he had entered the room.

"Hello little one, I am Gandalf. I have heard a lot about you", the grey wizard murmured softly finally breaking the imposed silence.

Elenion tilted a little bit of his head in attention before he and Aragorn took their seats. It wouldn't be so awkward if they had something to do while they "discussed". Elenion keep his gaze low pondering on whether he should run again or not as panic and fear began to set in again, causing him to become restless.

"Why don't you just cut the useless talk and go straight to the topic?" Aragorn said defiantly taking note of Elenion's flight or fight response.

The elves turned to look at the second youngest child in shock, never had they heard Estel speak so rudely to anyone! He had always been a very polite child. Even Estel had widened his eyes in surprise. Gandalf only chuckled in response.

"In a haste, are we not?" the wizard said in amusement, "very well. Now that the two of you are so close to me I can discern which one of you really is magical."

The elves shared a quick look with each other. Would it be Elenion? Or could it possibly even be Aragorn?

Gandalf turned his eyes toward the delicate child, "Your magic is very different from mine. In some aspects it is similar, yet different. It is hard to explain, but it is definitely magic that I sense."

Elenion stared right back. Others fixated their eyes to the elfling who became still. After quite a long time of silence the little elfling looked away letting the others know he was not going to answer.

"Elenion, my son. You have nothing to be ashamed of if it's true." Lord Elrond tied to sooth mistaking Elenion's nervousness about magic for his fear of Gandalf. "We will love you no matter what gifts you have."

Still even with the reassurance Elenion refused to answer as he got lost in reemerging memories.

A/N: Sorry for the late update, my brain has gone onto total melt down mode and I'm currently writing this in English class. You really shouldn't put a computer in front of me I'm distracted very easily. To easily honestly. Well we've finally come to the point where I'm going to really start writing. I just started college and overestimated how much free time I have at my disposal so I'm sorry if mu updates come even slower then before. I won't give up on the story so thanks for sticking around.

Please tell me if anyone finds any errors, a beta would be most welcome.

I feel like I forgetting something but I'll just post an edited copy of this chapter if I did.

-J. Scars