Quick Author Note: If you are reading this after 05/14/2023 then don't read this, continue with the story, for those who have read the first two chapters, reread the story, I've deleted the first chapter because it was rushed and didn't fit in where it was and changed "The End and the new beginning" a little bit.

Summary; Harry Potter didn't think he had two destinies, but in reality, the one he just overcame was not the first, but the second destiny, now, in the world of Arda, as a elfling, 240 years back in time, will he find the peace and the love of his life? Or will his past forever haunt him?

I do not in any way, shape, or form own either Harry Potter or Lord Of The Rings - this is for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter One - The End and the new beginning

Harry Potter stood still with all three deathly hallows, looking over Hogwarts down where he and Voldemort had their final battle, which will forever be known as the most beautiful and scariest wizard battle of all time, where the Boy-who-lived defeated the darkest of the dark lords to ever be in the world. A silent tear rolled down his cheek, for all the loss there was. - Yes, there was a victory, but with a high price tag. Severus Snape was taught to be a traitor but wasn't, Remus Lupin was a good father figure and teacher, Nymphadora Tonks, Fred Weasley the best joker there was, and many more, had died during the battle, each had their lives cut short because of one man, Tom Marvolo Riddle better known as Lord Voldemort, that was in the heart of pure blood domination even if he himself was a half-blood, born from a Muggle father and a Witch mother, believed to be a squib.

It was all over, Harry wished it never happened. He hated being the one, the one that needed to kill Lord Voldemort, so many lives could have been saved, and they didn't have to die, but as Dumbledore once said "Death is but the next adventure", while Harry overlooked the grounds of Hogwarts, The Aratar of Valar, also known as Manwë, Varda, Ulmo, Yavanna, Aulë, Mandos, Nienna and Oromë, the eight most powerful of all, is going to intervene after the second destiny has ended, they had long ago decided that it is up to the one in question to decide whether or not we will fulfill his/her destiny.

Harry was starting to feel dizzy, and darkness was overtaking him, before he even could understand what was happening, he disappeared from Earth only to be seen for a selected few 10 years later.

Harry was in darkness, the pain of losing many of his fellows friends, and foe alike was never an easy task, but while in darkness, he began to hear voices, it was a new feeling but pleasant as well. 'I think I've heard these voices before, but can't pinpoint where exactly' he thought, and while it is true that he had heard them before, that was when he was born, you see, The Aratar isn't just in Valar, they oversee the Earth too, but there has never been a person born for two destinies one of the two worlds, they know that this person is important.

In the darkness, there was beginning to shine light through it, not as fast as Harry would have liked, but is better than darkness. The voices became louder and louder, to a point when he could hear them clearly, but not in a language he could understand.

The light shined bright, he looked around and saw a hall, bigger than the great hall in Hogwarts. We walked towards the voices, and came across a big map, over something called 'Middle-Earth', I looked pretty old in Harry's opinion, but didn't comment on it. He turned to see a group of god-like beings looking down upon him, smiling.

"Hello Little One, my name is Yavanna, Lady of Earth and Fruit-Giver," a beautiful woman in the middle said and continued "You're probably wondering where you are, and while that is a good question, we The Aratar need to give you a little history lesson," Harry began making wired faces "don't look like that, I know you like it!" she said with quite a bit of amusement.

They began telling the history of Arda, and how he plays a big role in it, the One Ring to rule them all, and how it is set in motion to destroy it, but also reminding him, that it is not him that is responsible for destroying it, but didn't say who because that can ruin the future.

"Harry Potter, we the Aratar know what a hard life you've lived up until now, and while we cannot say why, we know that you would never find your true love, the person you will live with forever until the time itself runs out," Yavanna said

Harry's face took a sad turn, tears threatening to fall, "So, the thing I had with Ginny wasn't real?" he asked

"In a sense? No, I'm afraid not, while some of it was real, the comfort you two gave each other was real, only because your parents died before you even knew love and what it was, the love from you wasn't, not when you're already tied to a soul that currently is in Middle-Earth" Mandos answered, speaking for the first time.

"Who I'm I destined for then?" Harry asked, trying to find out more about his supposed mate.

"That is something you yourself have to find out, and before you ask, you will know when you come across the person" Yavanna replied smiling at his misfortune.

"Now that you know the history of Arda, the people, and the state of it, are you ready to be sent to Middle-Earth?" Mandos asked, Harry nodded "Very well, you will begin to feel the darkness around you again, don't panic, is all part of the ritual to get you to Middle-Earth." he replied once Harry nodded

Harry began feeling the darkness swirl around him, sucking him into the darkness of nothingness, but before he was consumed by it, he heard Manwë yell, "We almost forgot, we have changed your DNA slightly, you will be an elfling once you wake up and about 2-3 years old, you will also still have magic but also elemental magic, Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, and Space. The Deathly Hallows that originated from Mandos will be by your side, the cloak will not make you invisible anymore, but it will protect you from harm, the Ring will be on your left ring finger, and it will display your status as the new High King Of The Elves when you wake up, you will be on the path with Gandalf the Gray, a bit like Dumbledore from your old world, wait for him and let the journey display itself! Your elven name is 'Häldír', if you want to know what it means, ask Gandalf."

Harry could only blink, rather fast, and then darkness overtook him.

Author Notes:
Alright, this chapter is a little too small, bear in mind that I will in the future add a bit more length to the chapters (Around 3-5k words is my guess). This is a Harry/Legolas (Legarry) story. If I've mistakenly mistyped something from Lofr/Hp, write it in a review or to me privately. To those who were looking for an update on my other story "New Leaves", wait a few days, I'm back at writing again.
The name Häldír doesn't have any real meaning, but in the next chapter, you will see what I'll say it suppose to mean.

Disclaimer; I don't have an upload schedule, so please be patient with the story - English is also not my native language, so if you find any spelling/grammar mistakes, please point them out so I can review and change them if needed!