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: Sorry for taking so long to update. I've found that college, parents, and family have gotten in the way of me and my computer.
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 sixth Installment of From Far Away: The Things They Carried
Ron Weasley use to carry a chess set. A beat up set, one they use to play long games with by the fire place in the common room before they had started traveling. He carried it against his back, stiff and unbending- a reminder to him of days long passed and of determination to carry on. On off moments when the three of them could rest Ron would pull out this set and they would play a game to pass the time imagining that they were back home at Hogwarts or the Burrow. Safe, loved and happy. It weighed a kilogram with the pieces.
Hermione Granger carried a book. Not surprising in the least, but this one she held close to her heart. It was the first book she had ever read about the Wizarding World: Hogwarts A History. She carried it with her everywhere she went in school and so she continued to carry it even when she had left it halls. Before she went to sleep every night she would open the book to a random page and read. Mouthing the words as she went. The book was a comfort. An anchor that kept her from flying off the deep end when things became to bad. It weighed half a kilogram.
Harry Potter collected things. He would pick up random items and keep them with him. A comb. A rock. A pressed flower. He told himself they would be a reminder. A reminder of the people he had lost and the fault he carried for the deaths in wake of his mistakes. His shoulders would hunch over with the weight, but he never took things out and his friends never said anything to him about it, for Harry Potter carried guilt and that weighed more than anything he could have ever tried to carry.
It was this weight that kept him at the bottom of the cold dark ocean.
Elenion was running. Shadows danced around him as he sprinted through the forest attempting to out run the darkness. Visions of blood and death flooded his mind, filling his nose with copper. His stomach knotted. His adrenaline spiked. He could feel the natural high that only came with battle building slowly.
Moonlight lit the world around him, casting long shadows upon the ground. His muscles screamed with protest, but Elenion did not stop, far to use to the feel of abuse. The dark ocean he had allowed himself to sink in to the last couple of months was changing. The cool, crisp water was becoming warmer brighter.
He was almost at the surface…
…Then he was burning.
Jagged breathes echoed in the silent forest as Elenion closed his eyes allowing himself a moment to breath. The emerald eyed child slowed as his thoughts turned onto a darker path. Pleas and cries filled his ear, roaring over the sound of his pounding blood. How had he have found him. A cruel voice spilled into the air and a bright light speed through the night. Then all Elenion knew was pain.
Legolas wanted to kill something. He wanted to rest. He wanted to eat. But most of all he wanted to scream long and loud in frustration as he combed the woods with the other elves in search of a small elfling. The blond had arrived hours before at Rivendell under orders by his father to meet the newest member of the Elvin community- the new elfling everyone was creating a big fuss about.
He had only just gotten through the gates when he had noticed a commotion going around the market place. The normally graceful elves were frantic and panicked and it was glaringly obvious in their actions. A short trip to the Lord's house had given him the answer to the mess and volunteered his services to help find the Twins newest brother and Elrond's newest son.
Now, here he was, hours in, trekking through the woods he had just left to find some silly little elfling whom probably had thrown a temper from being denied one thing or other. Sighing, the Elvin Prince continued half heartedly calling for the child.
"Elenion! Elenion!" Tiredly, Legolas continued on, resigning himself to the fact he would not be getting any rest till the brat was found. Exasperated the Prince stopped and leaned against the closest tree. He was tired and all he wanted to do was sleep, he would only stop for a moment. Legolas closed his eyes. Relaxing the elf expanded his senses allowing his aura to mix with the world's, threading through the colors deftly as he listened to the soft hum of the wind.
Hurt. He is hurting. Pain. Sorrow. Death. The wind whispered into the Prince's ear. A blood curling scream filled the air, causing Legolas to jump.
Quickly, Legolas began to move, warily making his way toward the source of the scream. Moonlight illuminated the forest allowing him to see without strain as he ventured forward. A clearing appear ahead, nearly hidden to the world by the brush and wildlife and in it a small child dressed in Elvin clothing lay thrashing on the ground clearly in pain.
Help him. Help him. Pain. So much pain. Death. Life. Rebirth. Help him. The wind became louder in his ears as the child pulled himself up despite the spasms in his muscles.
"Elenion!" Legolas moved, a gentle breeze played against his hair, brushing the strands playfully.
The elfling's head whipped towards him long raven hair flaring in the moonlight and for a moment Legolas forgot to breath. The elfling was petite and lither with pale skin and beautifully deep emerald eyes, in other words…
Gorgeous.
"Elenion?" Legolas called softly. The child did not answer, instead the blond noted how the boy track of his weapons and hands. What…?
Then the emerald eyed child was moving. The elf prince stopped mid-step as he realized that Elenion was now nowhere to be seen.
"Elenion?" Legolas called out. The child did not answer, "Elenion, everyone is looking for you! Come out!" The prince yelled.
Harry was moving, the enemy had found him and he had no one there to back him up. The memory of his time in the dark woods of Germany was superimposing itself onto of the present. Who had told? No one should have known he was coming here.
Legolas stood tensely in the middle of the clearing. Where had the child gone and why was he hiding?
"You know you have a lot of people looking for you, little one." The prince said warily into the clearing, sharp brown eyes watching the area closely. Nothing. The child was good at hiding.
Clouded green orbs narrowed as they watched the figure stroll into the middle of the clearing. Tall and confident and baring a sword.
Lucius Malfoy had entered the domain.
Harry watched the blond take in his surroundings and call out tauntingly. Did they really thing he would rush out like he use to? It had been years since he had been that stupidly hotheaded. The man continued to call out. The small wizard smirked darkly before shifting further into the shadows as he watched the prince. If he wanted Harry to fight, who was he to deny him. There was a reason all Death Eaters were wary of him after all.
He was their boogie man.
Adrenaline coursed through his veins vanishing his aches and pains into the corner of his mind. Harry grabbed a nearby stick, deftly transfiguring it into a sword before allowing more magic to seep into it to make it stronger- sharper. Carefully the emerald eyed boy began to weave his magic into the air, saturating the clearing with his essence and allowing his senses to mix into the world's. It was time.
Legolas shivered as a wave of something foreign passed over him putting him on alert. Slowly he drew his sword, cautiously moving around the tree cove. He had to find Elenion and he had to find him quickly. A flash of silver was the only warning he got to avoid having his head chopped off.
"Elenion!" Legolas yelled bewildered as the elfling charged swiftly towards him with a sword he had not seen on the child's person before. The blond rolled out of the way as the boy moved against him again, noting distantly as he did the blank expression on the child's face drawing his sword in precaution.
"Elenion!" Legolas tired again.
This was the boy right? This was the elfling and Legolas was not risking his life to subdue some random child right? The blond groaned ducking another shot.
CLANG!
Sword meet sword and held. Legolas pushed and was surprised to find himself on almost even ground with the fragile looking elfling.
Harry swore inside his head as he supplemented his muscles with magic, cursing his small frame even while he drove forward overbalancing Lucius with a vicious tackle. The blond grunted briefly before getting to his feet, this time more guarded.
Legolas winced at sharp impact in his chest. Why was the child fighting him? How did he learn to do that? How taught him how to use a sword? The blond saw how at ease Elenion was with his sword and how fluid his attacks were despite the emerald eyed boy 's age, which made him wonder. What had Elenion been through that would require he learn to defend himself to efficiently, so young? But most importantly, Legolas wanted to know: Where the hell was everyone else?
"Elenion?" Legolas called tentatively.
The night was humid. Chokingly so, Harry noted. Lucius stood defensively in the clearing, gray narrow eyes watched the boy savior stalked the shadows. Harry smirked, gaze chilling as he swung his sword in a casual arch, transfigured blade gleaming in the moonlight.
"Come for your Death Lucius?" Harry murmured into the night slinking towards the tall blond gracefully.
Lucius? Legolas jumped out of the way as the young elfling swiftly lunged forward, managing to catch the Prince's cheek before he could fully dodge the strike. Legolas swore. Enough was enough. Seamlessly the blond took his stance and waited.
The world around Legolas felt heavy, like the air itself was trying to suffocate him. Still as he shifted to center himself he could not help but feel the undertones of wafting bitterness. There was a blur of movement to his left. Instinctively he brought his sword out and counted, dropping abruptly into an unpredictable sweeping kick to push the smaller worrier off balance.
Harry stumbled, his legs a little numb and tingling from the kick which had pinched a nerve. Shit. He thought before attempting to regain his footing. A second move from Lucius and the emerald eyed boy found himself on the ground with a sword at his throat. Panicking Harry reached for his magic which at the moment refused to listen to him. Refused to hurt the blond.
"Elenion! ELENION!" Legolas called trying to snap the boy from what ever daze he was under as Elenion continued to struggle.
"ELENION!" The elfling nicked himself against Legolas's sword a thin line of blood appearing on the pale skin of the child's neck.
"Shit," The blond cursed throwing his sword away even as he held the boy down trying to asses the injury.
"What are you waiting for Lucius?" Elenion hissed, words breathless and eyes narrowed as he continued to try and escape Legolas's hold. "Aren't you going to kill me like you killed Draco?" Legolas ignored Elenion eyes focusing on something that had gleamed in the light. A pendent? The blond paused a deft hand moving to grab it.
"LET GO OF THAT!" The emerald eyed child roared. Legolas ignored him gaze taking in the design in shock. It was exactly the same image from his dreams. A black dragon that rose like smoke incased in glass and ice.
"Where did you get that?" Legolas demanded.
"Where do you think?" The child sneered. Legolas growled, not to be denied.
"If you don't tell me I'll-"
"What torture me?" Elenion scoffed, "You've tried remember?"
Legolas froze. Tortured? What in the world… The Prince grip around the pendent tightened as a burst of dismayed energy made it's way into the atmosphere. Elenion stilled as the energy feed into his pendent causing it to glow and distract him from the Prince allowing Legolas to knock the child out quickly.
Green eyes closed as the child's last questioning thoughts lingered in his slowly darkening mind. Why was Draco's pendent glowing.
Please tell me if you spot errors or plotholes. I've been reading this over and over again and I keep thinking there's something off and I'm not seeing it.
Disclaimer: The Things They Carry is based off the book.
J. Scars
6.6.2011