Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Harry Potter or the Lord of the Rings. All properties therein are those of their creators. I am only a writer working on my skills with worlds and characters that I love.
Note: Gonna be skipping over certain events from the movies here. What can I say, with the introduction of Harry a lot of them would be unnecessary.
Chapter Two - A Revelation
Harry woke up in his favorite position possible, nestled between his two amazing wives. As was their usual habit they all slept naked, and he took a moment to marvel at the shapes of their bodies and the feelings that welled up inside his chest each time he remembered that they were all his. Mated life had in no way dulled the elf woman's edge, and Tauriel was still as fit and svelte as ever, and she had the cutest little snores while in the midst of sleep.
Luna was a whole other story. It had taken a few decades to perfect the process of making her a new body, and during that time his first wife had apparently come to a few decisions about what she wanted both out of it and her ring. It seemed that the silvery blonde had a few issues and insecurities with her former body that she'd not shared with Harry when she was alive, and had taken personal control of the design of the new one. In fact, she'd made eight separate bodies and made a habit out of swapping herself between them whenever the mood hit her by transferring her ring to the hand of whatever one suited her on any given day. Each was different in a unique way, be it fuller lips, rounder curves, taller, or shorter, but the body sleeve she'd chosen in this instance was one of the first. The alteration she'd demanded for it was something she delightedly called 'anime titties' which turned out to be rather massive breasts that felt amazing and denied all known laws of gravity and physics. Walking around the streets of Dol Guldur had earned her many an envious glance from the womenfolk that had made the lands there their home.
Harry could have laid there all day, simply snoozing, cuddling, and making love, but he was still a lord and he had work to do. Thus it was that he faded halfway into the Unseen World and floated easily through his women without waking them and phased through the wall into his connected office where a mountain of paperwork awaited him. Wasn't Shelob supposed to handle a good chunk of it? And where was Thorin? The dwampire (as his kin cheekily called him) had become Harry's chief administrator and ever-vigilant right hand, but he'd been taking to patrolling their forests recently with Carmilla and the other driders at odd hours for the last few weeks. Luna hypothesized that his brother was getting sweet on the captain of the spider-women. Stranger things had happened so who knew?
He was about an hour into his work when there was a loud popping sound and the duo of Frodo and Sam came tumbling out of the air to end up tangled on his carpet. "Hey boys, what brings you by?" He figured they'd used the portkey he'd given Frodo many years back. "Selene and Belmont are in the training grounds if you're looking for them."
"We came to see you!" Frodo declared before rapidly circling his desk to offer his hand. Harry knew at once what he wanted and quickly pulled a needle from his desk drawer. A quick jab of the finger and a lick later and he knew exactly what had sent the hobbits spiraling into his domain.
It seemed the duo had been up late having a spot of tea and some snacks, as they were known to do, when a set of riders had come calling at the door. Frodo had told them to come back at a more reasonable hour as he was entertaining a guest, but in response the hooded figures had begun screaming death threats and demands about how he needed to return the ring he stole before starting to hack at his door with large swords. The hobbit had panicked and activated his portkey, thus bringing him here.
"Do you have the ring? Can I see it?" Harry asked when the vision ended. Mentally he was thinking, 'I can't believe in all the years Bilbo had it I never asked to try it out.'
"Of course. Gandalf said to keep it safe so I always have it on me." Frodo pulled from his vest pocket a repeatedly folded envelope that he quickly tore open before upending the contents into the vampire's palm.
At once Harry felt a blazing presence trying to push into his mind, but he'd been training his mental defenses with Galadriel for decades by this point and they, along with the protections he'd already put in place, kept him safe from the unholy influence brought to bear against him. To Frodo it no doubt looked like his honorary uncle was simply staring into space, but in his mind Harry was standing on the battlements of his arctic castle and screaming insults at the blazing eye across the field. One of them may have been how the dark lord's father was a hamster and his mother smelt of elderberries.
A few real world moments later Harry dropped the ring to the floor and spat on it. "Well that was annoying."
"What happened?"
"That's apparently Sauron's ring, and he just tried to burrow into my mind and influence my decisions. When that didn't work he attempted to do a full possession. Too bad I'm prepared for shit like that."
"So you could hold him off forever?" Frodo asked in awe.
The vampire shook his head. "I couldn't say, but what I will acknowledge is that his primary advantage is being able to offer someone their greatest desires and actually deliver… after a fashion. The thing is, I already have what I want."
"And what is that?"
"I have no doubt others will ask and I'll tell ya then. Did you have any trouble handling the ring?"
"Not at all. I mainly kept it in its envelope."
"Good lad." Harry quickly returned it to said envelope and passed it back. "Keep a healthy watch on this for me. You've done a good job of it so far, after all. Now head on down to Carmilla's rooms and see yourself and Sam sorted to a meal. I know how peckish young hobbits get. In the meantime I need to make some calls. Things are about to get crazy around here." So saying, the wizard popped away, and Frodo led his best friend out the door, carefully explaining that they were going to meet a woman with spider legs and not to be afraid or freak out.
Rivendell
Three Weeks Later
Elrond was mentally cursing the no-doubt laughing vampire in his mind. Three weeks! He'd arranged all of these guests to arrive in three weeks! Didn't he have any idea the amount of work it took to gather food and supplies for them? And where was the bastard? The dwarves of the Lonely Mountain had arrived first quickly followed by the elves of Mirkwood. The Driders had come representing Dol Guldur, and even the contingent of humans from Minas Tirith had come, having sent their greatest warrior, Boromoir son of Denethor, as a sign of respect.
Gandalf of course was trying to calm him down, but his efforts had thus far not been nearly as effective as he'd hoped. As if summoned by his thoughts, Lady Tauriel literally popped in with her children in tow.
"My Lord Elrond," they all bowed, "we are honored to be housed within your home."
Returning the gesture, the normally stoic elf replied, "And I am honored to have you. I would be especially interested in telling your mate just how 'honored' I am. Where is he?"
They all groaned and Selene answered for the group. "Dad decided he wanted to 'make an entrance'" she made finger quotes to emphasize the words, "and Auntie Galadriel decided it was too fun an idea not to join in."
"Of course she did." Elrond lamented. "Your father is a terrible influence on her."
"Perhaps." Tauriel giggled, "But the two of them do keep things interesting. So what is the plan?"
"The guests have tonight to get settled in, and then tomorrow afternoon we shall hold the council with each race's representatives. The danger of the ring must be answered, and it is up to them to decide. Rivendell is no longer strong enough to stand up to Mordor and Isengard now that Saruman has betrayed us."
Belmont growled, "I'd like to know how the bastard discovered Frodo even had the ring in the first place."
Before their eyes Gandalf slumped against his staff. "That… is likely my fault. I had my suspicions about the true nature of Bilbo's ring, so I went searching for answers that might prove the theory. Regrettably, I found them. There were records in the deep library of Minas Tirith, and they corroborated too many things to be coincidence. I was not sure what exactly to do with that knowledge, so I went to Saruman. He was the head of my order, the wisest and most powerful of us all. I was sure he would know what to do." the old man sighed, "But I was deceived, and betrayed, and shortly after revealing my findings to him I was made an ultimatum, join him and Sauron, or die. I refused, and I am only lucky that my former brother is too vain to take a rejection lying down. I was trapped on the roof of his tower and made to live without food or water until I changed my mind."
"How did you escape?" Tauriel wanted to know.
For the first time a slow smile spread on the wizard's face. "I am still on good terms with the great eagles. I called, and they answered, providing a fortunate escape and giving me the chance to offer warning to my allies."
"Well we are certainly glad of your return." The she-elf moved up and looped her arm through his. "Come on. We can go see the hobbits. I know Frodo has been missing you dearly."
At once the old man's expression morphed back into a gentle smile. "Ah, I too have missed the lad. Lead on, my lady."
And so the elf and the wizard set off. Meanwhile, Selene and Belmont began edging out of sight. "We'll just be doing some exploring." Belmont offered, shuddering under the elf lord's glare. It was an expression that clearly conveyed the threat of what would befall him should he or his sister get up to any mischief. He'd never forgiven them for looping Arwen into a prank that left him bald for a month twenty years prior.
"Y-Yeah." Selene was right behind him. "I think I'll just go check out the library."
As the youngsters scampered off, Elrond allowed himself a small chuckle. Yup, he still had the 'dad glare', as Harry called it, down pat. But wait, didn't he see Boromir heading to the library earlier?
The Library
Aragorn watched steadily from his seat as Boromir the Bold started perusing the shelves around them. The man had not noticed him yet, and he was in no hurry to reveal his presence without good reason. The ranger often found he got the best impressions of people when no one actually knew he was there. So far the Gondorian was proving as advertised. Strong of frame, confident in movement, curious if his glances at the tomes was anything to go by, and as his gaze landed on the raised platform holding the shards of Narsil a new term came to represent him. Reverent. The man was in utter awe of the blade that had severed the ring of power from Sauron's hand. That could prove troublesome.
He was all set to get up and stop any foolishness (damned youngsters, curse Harry for making him feel old) when he got an interesting surprise.
"Is that Narsil?"
Boromir jumped in place and turned to behold a beautiful woman with silver hair, slightly pointed ears, tanned skin, and eyes that held a red inner light. She was absolutely stunning. "Y-Yes." He cleared his throat gruffly. "I was just examining her myself."
"Well scootch over then. I wanna look too." Without waiting for a response she butted his shoulder with her own to push him over a bit and clear up space. If the man was annoyed by the action he didn't say anything about it. "Wow! Uncle Elrond always has a big glass case over this thing but he must have taken it off cause he has guests."
"I was not aware Elrond Half-Elven had a niece." Bormoir frowned, his lessons in the diplomacy of the land had not revealed that fact.
"Oh we aren't related, not literally at least. He's that kind of uncle that's an uncle because he's a close family friend. Anyway… wanna pick it up?"
"What?"
"The sword. Come on, it's a piece of history that may not ever be out in the open again."
The human smirked conspiratorially at his apparent partner in crime and in the blink of an eye he'd swept the hilt up into his hands and held it up before his eyes. "It's beautiful." As he admired the craftsmanship Boromir ran his finger along the edge and winced as it carved a small furrow in his finger. "It seems to still be sharp as well."
"Oh really?" The woman snatched the weapon out of his hands and took her own turn admiring it until… she noticed the drop of blood rolling down the edge. Suddenly unable to help herself, her head shot forward like a cobra and her tongue extended half a foot out of her mouth to lick up the crimson substance, earning a shocked gasp from the human beside her. Positioned as he was across from them both in the shadows, only Aragorn saw the way Selene's eyes shot open, along with the shocked and enraptured gaze that was held within them.
Slowly coming back to herself, Selene made to set the hilt on the stand once more, but missed at the last second and sent it tumbling to the ground. "Oh my! I'm sorry, let me-"
"No, it's alright, I can-" Getting over his shock in time to see a distressed woman, the chivalry inside Boromir took over and he knelt down just as she did to take care of the hilt and coincidentally ended up grabbing it at the same time she did. The moment their fingers came into contact he froze. Several moments passed and then the girl ran from the room as fast as her legs would carry her and the man placed the hilt back on the stand with jerky movements.
Meanwhile Aragorn was rubbing the bearded stubble on his chin in thought. This merited some thought and investigation.
The Potter Rooms
Tauriel was just sitting down to have a glass of mead with Luna before their fireplace when their door slammed open and Selene came barreling in to launch herself into her arms.
"Selene!" She gasped just before the weight doubled due to Luna joining in. The blonde never could resist a group hug. "What's wrong, honey?"
"I-It happened." Tears of joy fell freely down her face and a smile began to grow wide on her features. "I-I found my One."
"Eeh!" Luna squeed from her place in the hug. "Tell us everything, Selene! What did he say when you told him?"
The girl suddenly looked sheepish. "I… didn't tell him anything. I kind of… ran for it."
The older women groaned at that answer and shook their heads at the actions of their foolish offspring. Tauriel took her daughter's hand and said, "Selene, when I bonded with your father I told him immediately. Our customs are not the same as others and our men cannot commit as they should if they do not know what has happened."
"So I should go to him?" The girl asked eagerly. Strange that, she'd never considered men to be overly interesting before, but now all she could think about was a very certain human.
"Not right away." the older blonde stalled her gently and sat her beside herself on the couch before the fireplace. "There is gossip to be had first."
"Indeed." Tauriel nodded. Luna was always good for some fun. "Now, no doubt this man has had a reaction similar to yours even if he doesn't understand it. With your father I saw his past, now what did you experience?"
"Strength." The girl breathed with delight. "I felt pure, overwhelming strength, loyalty, determination, honor and character. His emotions were like a tide that I was riding to shore and it felt as if they were my own."
The elf nodded. "My mother experienced something similar. Now, tell me all about this stranger."
Elsewhere
Boromir was stumbling through the halls of Rivendell searching for… he knew not what. All he could recall was touching that strange silver haired girl's hand (after she'd licked a drop of his blood strangely enough) and then his world had erupted in light and color so beautiful, so hypnotic. And in less than an instant he'd seen himself through what had to be her eyes based on the height difference, and his visage was the noble countenance the bards were paid to write of him. This stranger, this beautiful woman, she saw him as the hero he always wanted to be. A shining example of chivalry. And he in turn saw her as well. A noble lady of valor and strength, with a mischievous streak a mile long.
How he saw so much in mere moments he did not know, but an instant later the spell, for that is what it must surely have been, was broken and she took off running into the halls and out of his sight. Of course he set out after her but by the time he reached the door to the library she was already gone. Now here he was, stumbling through the dark lengths of the elven palace, simply because he was hoping to catch another glimpse of her, even if it was done by accident.
"You are in a strange place for a midnight walk." A new voice spoke from behind him, causing Bormoir to spin around and place his hand on his belt, only to remember that he'd surrendered his sword upon entering the facility. He needn't have bothered, however, as the speaker quickly exited the shadows and revealed himself to be human as well.
"I was just looking for…" the leader of men turned back to view the hall he'd been stumbling through and sighed at its continued emptiness, "I don't even know." He took a closer look at the speaker and commented, "You are no elf, and I do not recognize the color of your cloak. Are you of the North?"
"Yes, in fact. And the men of the South are welcome here as well, so I greet you as a comrade." Aragorn stepped forth and clasped the other man's arm.
"Who are you?"
"A friend to both Gandalf the Grey as well as the man that is the father of the woman you chase."
Boromir flinched at that summation of his activities. "I… I am not chasing her. I simply wish to know who she is."
"Easy, friend." Aragorn soothed the clearly stressed man, "I am sure you shall find out tomorrow at the Council. She is set to attend with her family."
At once the Captain of Gondor's eyes lit up, "You know her? What is her name?"
"It is Selene, daughter of Harry."
"Who is she? What is she? I have to know!" Boromir took the other man's shoulders in his hands to drive the point home. Based on her eyes and ears there was no way she was human. In the past that fact would have bothered him a bit, but now he couldn't have cared less.
"All of this for someone you just met?" Aragorn questioned. "Interesting. Sadly I cannot help you. Knowing Selene as I do she would eviscerate me for talking about her when she was not present. Simply bide your time, friend, and you will see her tomorrow." Having said his piece, and seen what he wanted to in the other man's eyes, Aragorn took his leave.
The Next Day
As Elrond stared at the gathered group of people sat out on his stone atrium he had to remark that it was a very interesting group. Every race was in attendance and thanks to a certain vampire their variety had definitely increased. Representing the dwarves was Kili, Dane, and a younger dwarf named Gimli. For the elves it was Legolas, king of Mirkwood and his advisors. Humans had sent Boromir, his attendants, and Aragorn. Hobbits were represented by Frodo and Meteum (a major trade and town leader in the Shire.). The Driders had sent Carmilla and representing Dol Guldur was Thorin, Tauriel, Luna, and their children. It did not escape Elrond's eye that the Gondorian Captain had eyes only for Selene, and that she was trying manfully not to stare back at him. Had something happened? Well as the 'responsible' uncle that he was he would be sure to look into that later. Or perhaps grill Luna for the gossip. But one thing was missing.
Standing up, he turned to address Luna, quieting the others with his actions. "Alright, Luna, where is he now?"
Smiling beatifically, and altogether far too innocently to be believed, the blond answered, "Oh he should be here very soon. Just relax and enjoy the show, Elrond."
"What does that-" The elf lord found himself interrupted by a sudden crash of thunder overhead that had every person present staring wide-eyed at the roiling clouds of inky blackness suddenly filling the sky. "Of course this is what you meant." Elrong grumbled as he retook his seat, determined to ride this event out without giving away a single feature on his blank face.
The guests continued to stare wildly at the heavens set ablaze in crackling azure light until that same lightning coalesced into a giant ball and shot across their gathering place to fill and encapsulate a single doorway. Then, much to their shock, out of the new portal of lightning strutted out two figures dressed in robes and cloaks of black and silver respectively.
The gathered beings stared at the duo in awe… that was until Luna squeed out delightedly and charged the woman in a flying hug tackle. "Galadriel!"
"Luna!" The statuesque elf replied in kind, hugging her back just as hard and rolling along the ground to try and get the upper hand.
All the while the male of the duo simply groaned. "Luna, I love you, but that entrance took three days to plan. We had a whole dramatic monologue ready and everything." He ran a clawed hand through his hair and faced the crowd head on. "Greetings, all. My name is Overlord Potter, wizard extraordinaire, man eating monster, and masterful lover of women. I hear we have a dark lord that needs an asswhooping? How do we make that happen?"
