76Edit: 07/5/18: Okay, I read through it again, and thought I should change the wording of quite a few things, I saw I missed some dots, and wanted to check some words for the right meanings and such, so happy days.
I probably missed something again, however I believe the small things I did improved the whole chapter.
edit: 26/8/17: decapitation instead of decapacitation. thank you guest reviewer, I would have thanked you personally, but I can't really thank a guest, so thank you.
I wanted to do a Harry Potter/Lord of the Rings crossover for so long, and finally I found myself acceptable enough to commit myself to it, and I am quite happy with what it became.
Disclaimer: Both Harry Potter and Lord of the rings are not my property, and I'm quite certain I do not earn anything with this.
Tell me what you think, I am open for critique, and if you see a mistake, please tell me, you can do this via PM or via a review.
"talk"
"thought"
Never alone
of shadow and fire
A man looking no day over 18 was moving through the forest, once in a while whispering to noone in particular.
He was wearing a set of black jeans, a red shirt and black vest over this, all transfigured from wood.
On the horizon between the trees he could see a shadow looming. It had been ages since he had been walking through these woods, and not in our sense of ages but as in over 500 years ages.
Harry Potter just stood there for a while staring at the looming shadow, A dark fortress constantly covered by clouds.
"Flee from this place, you do not want to go there…" "Yes, go to the shadow, join him!" "Don't go, just turn around…" "Fight it!" "Join him!" "Let him help you!" "Don't go!" "TURN AROUND NOW!"
"For gods sake, can you guy's just shut up!" Harry suddenly yelled out loud as he was standing there, completely alone. "As if millions of years of this shit is not enough, you have to make it far more irritating then it should be to take a quiet walk into the dark lords lands, and crush the bugger, for the 6th time in the last 2800 years, I should add!"
The moment the war for his world was over, the war for their survival started anew, and in the process the muggles had destroyed their world, it had been millions of years, and the moment planet earth had died was the moment Harry started hearing them, the constant pounding of voices.
Every day, millions of years living in a wasteland, it had only been about 500.000 years ago that the planet with help of multiple beings started to patch itself together, it was a breathtaking sight, but still the voices stayed their heads, or rather, stayed in his head, it was distracting to say the least.
Over the same amounts of years his body started accumulating runes, he still had no idea what they stood for, but he did know that he didn't have to eat or sleep since they appeared, far before the first one had appeared he had learned that every wound practically immediately healed, decapitation was also no threat, he would just wake up half an hour later with no scratch at all.
Harry moved forward further to the fortress that stood high on the horizon, when he stood in front of the bridge he was met by a powerful explosion of light and magic at the top of the tower, and to his shock the "darker" inclined voices that had been getting louder and louder the closer he got to the fortress silenced to a dull whisper.
The ones saying he should turn around however continued the battering on his brain like there was no tomorrow.
"This is your last chance to turn back, go whilst you still can!" "You cannot fight him!" "He will destroy you!" "He will crush you!"
He ignored the repeated exclamations of the voices and set a foot on the bridge, leaves seemed to have blown off the bridge recently, and there was the feeling of magic in the air, a dark powerful magic, and a weaker light magic. In a matter of seconds he had the flashes of shadow and light hitting each other, and just as quick it was gone, not even noticing he had done a few steps backwards within the moment the vision of the past had happened.
He took a deep breath before taking another few steps onto the bridge, now all the voices were screaming for him to leave, and the "darker" voices were back up to their old volume, he was getting a migraine, which he was quite used to by now.
"Let the shadow in!" "Let him free you!" "Run you idiot! Get out of here!"
He pulled out his wand from one of his pockets and moved further over the bridge, but of course it could not stay as easy as it was, the moment he reached the center of the bridge another vision let him drop to his knees.
An old man was stood in the center of the bridge, and on the other side a great flaming eye, unheard words were spoken, and both released their magic.
Harry got out of the vision, his nose bleeding this time. "Ofcourse…" he muttered to himself, wiping the blood from his nose.
"Why is he continuing?" "Why isn't he turning back?" "What was that?"
Harry really was having difficulty ignoring the voices, it was worse than usual, they generally did these kinds of things, sometimes just being irritating by constantly repeating the same sentences over and over.
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" "Where are we going? Where are we going?" "Join him! JOIN HIM!"
Those kinds of things, but always when there was something, like a goblin ambush he had walked into all of them were united in helping him somehow, although, just calling out "Watch out!" or "Behind you!" was not always as useful as you would think.
Harry was slowly moving up a set of stairs now, he could hear a sword fight happening up aboth, screams of anguish and pain, combined with power and anger.
"He is doing it!" "What is he thinking!?" "What is he doing!?" "He is going to get himself killed!"
Harry finally arrived at the top of the stairs to a gate. A great red eye was painted on it, together with a few scrawled words which roughly translated to "Shadow and fire will rule." It gave Harry the chills, even though he had seen more of the scrawls then most. There was one a long time ago which literally said "absolute power corrupts absolutely." He had still not been able to find out why orcs would scrawl these things on their doors, in the black tongue of course, but it still did not make any sense.
He pushed against the door and it creaked quite a bit before it cooperated and opened. He was met by the sight of the nine fighting against two man, and a woman sitting with another old man in her lap
Well, they had been doing that, but thanks to the creaking of the door everyone's attention was on him, his few million years of no human contact really did not help with social skills, and he still had not been able to find… well time he had enough, but really he had not thought of it, every time he came across a human he thought about it for a second, and the moment he left, well, you know… he forgot.
"Ehm, so Mairon, it's time for our annual get together, get your ass down here now!" Harry yelled into the patio. "Let's get this over with quickly, so you can flee and hide, again, and I can try and find you, again."
On the other side of the patio a mass of fire and shadow appeared out of nowhere before the nine disappeared from the patio itself before appearing again before him like a private guard.
"Ah, another ancient one arrives, what a lovely get together this is becoming."
"Yeah, great and all, but we both know I am actually the only one that is but a small bit of threat to you, and we also both know that you are very proud of that fact."
"What is he doing?" "Why did he say that?" "He is a fool for believing that!" "What does he mean!?"
"Still got your voices I see Itty bitty Harry Potter!" Sauron said in a tiny voice, trying to sound like a little child, well, to his credit, he did sound like a child, a demonic one, but a child non the less.
"Stand back kid, you do not know what you are dealing with here!" The white clothed old man with the staff said. He seemed to have decided that listening to the two beings was one of those things that were considered bad for your health, and as one was only just a child and the other a dark lord, well, it seemed to reinforce that idea to the old man.
The other man on the other hand seemed to actually have listened to the two beings communicating whilst shielding his face with his hands from the intense heat radiating from the being named Mairon.
"Who are you to claim such a bold thing child? And why do you call him that?" The man, which after closer inspection, and listening to the darker voices yelling about the fact, that the man and woman were both foul Elves (their words, not Harry's), an elf.
"Ah, right, ehm, forgot about that… again, Harry Potter, better known in these parts as the master of death, and don't ask any more, I have had a headache for a while now, no need for external causes to add to it." Harry said, with a quick bow of his head. To the unseeing eye he would seem like he had his complete attention to the elves and the old man in white. But all of the beings there actually did notice the fact that he was very much alert to the movement of the being of flame and shadow and his band of ghost warriors.
He was met by multiple raised eyebrows, which Harry expertly ignored(did not notice) as he turned his complete attention to Sauron.
"Shall we get this over with Mairon? Or do you want to play for a bit longer first?" He asked in a mock polite tone.
"Ah, Do you have something to do later today?" The dark lord said noticing the boy fingering his wand and once in a while he could see an eye twitch, which amused the dark lord quite a bit, He had noticed since the first time he met the boy how the boy did certain things without even noticing he was doing it, mostly little things that showed his irritation, when noone was even irritating him yet, but then again, their game of fetch was not exactly without cause for irritation. In short he quickly learned about the voices which constantly harrassed the ancient being in front of him.
"Meh, I'm just getting sick of the game we are playing, if I had a dog which could fetch you okay, but I throw you away, and I have to fetch you myself, it's really not as fun as it sounds, and that 6 time in about 2800 years, was it? It's a miracle noone has noticed our game of cat and mouse for this long."
Harry summoned the sword of Gryffindor from out of nowhere and held it ready in his offhand, fully knowing the dark lord would use his nine attack dogs to keep him busy.
At this point another old man had to join the get together on a sleight of wood, and out of all the animals able to carry such a mode of transportation carried by giant rabbits. Harry's eye twitched again at the raucous laughter of literally every voice in his head at the stupidity of using rabbits to carry a sleight, with which he grudgingly agreed.
The elven lady hurried the old man in gray onto the sleight before speaking.
"Go, bring him to safety!" The woman said, "Leave me, get him out of here!" She continued after what Harry expected the man in brown had suggested taking her instead, or something of the like.
The sleight took off at an incredible speed, well, incredible if you think about the fact the sleight was being carried by a bunch of rabbits.
Harry suddenly noticed the fact that 2 of the wraiths had disappeared, his second warning was all the voices suddenly screaming he should turn around. He was met by the sight of one glowing sword just missing him and another grazing his left arm before digging into the ground.
He immediately retaliated with a swipe of his sword to one of the 2 wraiths, and throwing out his patronus after the other one throwing it against the wall behind the being with extreme force.
His swipe was parried by the white glowing figure and a short fight later was hit off of the patio with great force thanks to a banisher, of course the two were immediately followed by another three of them appearing on all sides whilst he was dueling their companion.
Harry was just able to dodge the double edged staff before parrying the other two weapons with his sword, and throwing a cutter at the one with the staff, knowing that was the most dangerous of the nine.
Just now the other two battle ready man came into action, immediately the remaining four wraiths headed to intercept them to be met by the sharp blade of an ancient half elf, and a wizened wizard.
Harry was holding his own, and again the voices seemed to have decided that helping him was to their mutual benefit, so they were mostly silent to allow him to concentrate on the battle at hand, once in awhile giving him directions.'
"9 o'clock high!" "6 o'clock low!" "Behind you!" "Watch out!"
Harry was actually fighting the wraiths for an impressively long time before they returned to the sidelines as the dark lord himself stood forward.
"You know I can take them from you, the voices, stop them from harassing you?" It was a statement more than it was a question.
"Yes, you did say something like that a long time ago, but I keep with my answer I gave you all those years ago, thanks but no thanks, I wouldn't allow you to touch my mind even with a 10.000 foot pole."
"Well then, if that is your choice, then it's time for the final show…" and without further warning a dozen dark tentacles extended from the flaming eye and moved at high speed to slash at Harry from every single side.
Harry quickly summoned his Patronus to him and it immediately reformed into a shield reaching 360 degrees around him, to the astonishment of the 2 man and the woman, it held true, and within minutes the roles were turned, Harry was peppering Sauron with spellfire, and in a moment of nostalgia remembering what Dumbledore once upon a time did to fend of another dark lord, decided to try the same, he summoned a lot of water out of the ground and guided it to surround the dark lord, whose flames immediately lost a lot of it's power, and the only thing left was the shadowy pupil in the shape of a man.
Suddenly Harry was slashed back into a wall behind him, somehow Sauron had gotten a strong shadow beam through the water that was encasing him, and had managed to hit Harry.
What happened next was actually quite interesting, the just weak looking elven woman had stood up with incredible speed and marched towards sauron. She had transformed into a ghostly figure with a glowing light coming from her hand.
"You have no power here, servant of Morgoth! You are nameless, faceless, formless. Go back to the void from whence you came!" With a great light the strings of blackness keeping Harry pinned to the wall vanished in smoke, and Sauron screamed in agony before his form seemed to change completely to a shadowy mass and floating to the southeast, Harry was too late, the dark lord's armies were ready to make their first move, Erebor, The war for the North has been restarted after about a thousand years of relative peace, and soon it was going to spread.
Harry just stood there staring in the direction where Sauron had headed off to before checking himself over.
"For gods sake! Why does he always ruin my clothes!"
This seemed a good place to stop.
So what do you guys think? Remember, if you saw any mistakes I missed, please tell me, I don't like making them, and posting my stories with a mistake is worse for me then failing an exam(Which somehow hasn't happened, weirdly enough).