Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings and I do not make any money from writing these fics.

A/N: Written for the challenges The Crossover Boot Camp, As Much As You Can Challenge, If You Dare Continued Challenge, and the Disney-A-Thon Challenge and the New Years Resolution Challenge.

Prompts: Frame, Vantage Point, Write about someone in disguise, Filch's POV.

Protecting An Elfling

Filch let out a heavy sigh as he leant back against a large stone on top of the hill he and the young elf had just climbed. As he watched the raven haired elf begin to sort out and set up his frame while making an odd comment about how good this vantage point was Filch felt his heart twist painfully.

'I wish I could of done more for him, I wish that I did not have to pretend to be so mean to him when others are around' Filch though sadly as he did his best to ignore the irritating itching sensation of his glamour. 'He should still be hidden within the safety of his mother's apron strings for the next hundred years...not forced to fight in a war.'

Letting out a heavy sigh Filch ran a hand though his hair, wincing at how thin and dirty it was. For an Elf like him his hair was everything, how he wore it, how long he had it meant and said so much about him. To be stuck in this disguise was killing him, no matter how vain he sounded at times.

"What do you think El?" the young innocent Elf asked, using a nickname version of Filch's elfish name. "Do you think that they would enjoy this view?"

"Of course they will, it was drawn by you, you do remember all of the times before that you sent them letters, drawings, and other gifts do you not?" Filch said shyly, his grin grew as bright emerald green eyes shone with life. "I think that the only thing that they would prefer to you showing and sharing things around you is if we could take you to Middle Earth and plop you down right in front of them!"

"El," Harry all but wined out with a pout, oh how much Filch hated having to use the young elf's human name. "We both know how much I want to do that but we can't...I need to protect everyone here and my parents are very happy that you are with me."

"As if I would allow an elfling as young as you to be on your own," Filch said with a dark sneer, fitting the disguise he was in perfectly. "Never, you are not even out of your baby years yet!"

"I am, just look at me," Harry said causing Filch to raise an eyebrow at the other. "I am sixteen years old! I am finally a good height and-"

"And as soon as we work out how to remove that spell that Dumbledore put on you when he kidnapped you from Rivendell you will transform into your true body and your true self," Filch said with a playful grin as he watched the put out look forming on the young one's face. "You will become what you really are, an elfling that looks somewhere from a newborn babe to a two year old child."

"Alright, enough, this is going to start getting confusing, I can tell," Harry said as he gave Filch a playful glare. "It is confusing how time goes by so differently in Middle Earth and here. At least when I finally arrive in Rivendell I will be able to use this form of me to do what I cannot do while I am in my true elf form."

"If that is what you think than you have another thing coming," Filch said as he carefully looked around the area. "Your parents will not let you out of their sight for the next sixty million years!"

Only half listening to the young elf Filch carefully looked around the area for any signs of life, he wanted badly to remove the hidden necklace around his neck so he could drop the disguise for a few moments but he dared not. He did not want to chance the safety of the young elf or allow something to happen that would leave him without an elder Elf to guide and protect him. There were something's that an Elfling needed badly that only an elder Elf could give.

"El, you should take it off," the elfling's voice came to Filch causing him to freeze and turn to look at Harry. "No one is here, not for miles around and that nice Mr. Gandalf sent us those stones that would alert, protect and help us so you can remove the disguise. I know how horrible you must feel right now..."

"Thank you but I won't," Filch said, smirking slightly as the young elfling in front of him put his hands on his hips. "It would not be fair to you, you have been forced to wear this human skin for sixteen years now and you will until we can find a way to change that. Me...I have been able to freely swap between forms at will and spend the summer months in my true form. I will remove it when you have yours removed."

Filch suddenly found himself frozen in place as Harry gave him a bright smile. His eyes twinkling brightly like the precious gems that the Dwarf's loved so much, and his hidden elfish features coming forwards slightly to create a beautiful smile. This just made Filch hate Dumbledore even more.

"Thank you El," Harry said softly with a smile. "Thank you for always being there for me, helping me and supporting me and...well letting me acting my age. Thank you."

To Be Continued...