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Shadows of the Past	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 12319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Authors’ Notes – I apologize for the length of time it’s taken to get everything posted. I ran into a very bad fibro day on Wednesday and then a doctor’s appointment later to find the reason for my being so off the last week or more. I’ve got a double whammy in regards to inner ear infections and sinus infection. I had to message Rogercat to let her know what was going on. So I really apologize for the lateness in posting! Thank you so much for your patience.

Disclaimer – We do not own “The Hobbit,” “Harry Potter,” or “the Silmarillion.” We do not make money from this story.

Chapter Eleven - Discovery

Elladan and Elrohir, twin sons of Lord Elrond, were not often taken by surprise but the sight of a girl laying in the path was certainly something they were not used to seeing. The eldest slipped off of his horse, moving to check on the figure. The younger followed mere seconds after the elder.

“What is a daughter of Men doing here,” Elrohir asked, worried due to what he he could see of the wounds on her body.

Elladan caught sight of the elvish looking ears as he picked her up, looking back at his younger brother.

“I do not think she is fully a daughter of Man,” he told his brother. “It’s of no matter; we need to get her to Adar before she goes into shock. Elrohir, lend me your cloak.”

The two wrapped the girl in the cloak, then remounted their horses and hurried for home. They knew time was of the essence for the girl Elladan held as they rode quickly.

Elrond, who was taking a short nap on the resting couch in the library, was suddenly jerked awake by a burning sensation from the magical sapphire in Vilya, the Ring of Air he wore. Muttering a mild curse under his breath as he shook his hand to cool off the heat from his poor finger, he looked up when he heard a knock at his door.

“Adar,” a sweet voice was heard.

“Yes, Arwen?”

“The twins are home; they didn’t return alone. You’re urgently needed in the Halls of Healing,” she told him.

The elf lord grabbed a robe, throwing it on as he hurried towards the door. Usually, he would spend more time on his appearance but if Arwen said it was urgent, then it meant he had no time to spend on dressing. Who knew what could happened if he wasted time to be vain.

The pair entered the Halls of Healing, finding one of the elleths who worked there waiting for him.

“I was able to remove the rags she was wearing, my lord, but could not remove the bracelet from her wrist. It looks as if she has been badly beaten, and her hands are the worst of her injuries. This will require your skill, my lord, as none of us will be able to restore mobility to her hands.”

Elrond paled at seeing the ruined hands on the girl; it reminded him a great deal of his nightmares at what horrors Celebrimbor must have been treated to by Sauron being being captured. He pulled himself together, giving orders as he examined the girl.

Broken bones, deep bruising, and heavy lacerations were what he found in regards to the rest of her body; thankfully, the poor child had not been violated so that was one concern he would not have to contemplate.

The elf lord focused on the more serious injuries first. He would be able to fix her hands to where she could use them to craft if she desired, but there would be scarring and pain during inclement weather. He cursed whoever did this to her as he worked.

One thing that surprised him was how eagerly the ring supplied power to aid him in his tasks. While it did lend him power when he acted as healer to save lives, it rarely was supplied energy this easily. It confused him, and he would have to check with Galadriel later to see if this had ever happened to her with Nenya. The Rings of Power could be a little odd at times, which didn’t surprise him too much given who had created them.

Eventually, the Lord of Imladris sighed and looked up to where his children were waiting.

“She will live,” he announced. “Her hands will be able to craft if she wishes, but they will be scarred and painful during bad weather. The rest of the injuries, I was able to minimize the scarring for once they were healed. I’ve no idea how this happened to her; where did you find her?”

At his sons’ answer, he raised an eyebrow in ever-growing confusion. The path was one that was not well known nor was it traveled heavily, even by his own people.

“It seems we have a bit of a mystery here,” he mused. “We will have to wait for her to wake before we can find our answers. Come, you two should clean up from your journey and then we will dine together.”

It took two days for their guest to wake, and it happened when Elrond was changing the bandages on her hands. He heard the soft sound she’d made and looked up to find a pair of emerald green eyes watching him in confusion.

“Do not be afraid,” he told her. “My sons found you and brought you here. You are safe in my home. I am Elrond.”

“Harriet Potter,” she whispered, accepting his help to drink some cool water.

“How did you come to be so injured?”

Harriet remembered some of who Elrond was and trusted him with her story. She quietly told him about being from another world, finding out that she was the reincarnation of someone from this world, and how she’d been captured by the one who had killed her parents. The tale was shared slowly, and he listened attentively to it. Once she had finished telling her story, the elf lord leaned back in his chair.

“Rebirth is a gift given to dwarrow and humans,” he began softly. “I do not know about it is for hobbits, and I know of only two elves who were restored to life. Reincarnation is not something my people are allowed to do so the Valar must have wanted something to happen in your new life. You said you were touched by fate twice so this must be the explanation for it.”

Then, as Elrond took one more clear look on his new charge, he realized that she seemed oddly familiar somehow. Not exactly like people he had known and now were long gone, but enough to trigger a memory of sort. It was not easy, as he had met many people over his long life, but he was fairly certain it must have been someone he had known closely. Before he could say anything else, another elf entered the room. His eyes widened as he recognized the thick golden hair and slightly goofy smile.

“Sorry to interrupt..I...it can’t be. Curufin,” he asked in shock, given that Hari now had became a little more like how her old, male body once had looked.

“Wrong generation in the House created by my grandfather, Sunshine,” she said softly, giving him a gentle smile while knowing that Glorfindel hated that old nickname he had gotten in childhood.

“Ilúvatar above, Celebrimbor?”

“It’s me, Glorfindel,” she assured him. “Though I go by Harriet Potter or Hari now for those who are my friends.”

The Balrog Slayer needed to sit down on a chair and in his shock, he was clumsy enough to slide right off the edge.

She giggled at his actions, smiling as he put himself back in the chair. Her memories, she noticed, were blended now so one of the Valar must have done something during her transit from England to Arda.

“Celebrimbor, I can’t believe it,” the golden haired elf murmured. “I thought for certain your soul rested with Mandos.”

“Long history, part of it happened in order to hide from An...Him. The idea of being in the halls with my blood family, plus the damage I took during captivity, I couldn’t handle it. I kept wishing for a safe place and wound up being reborn in another world. Not that it was safe either but at least I had a chance to heal. I would have preferred to NOT have another dark lord, a madman of a human, after me.”

The two elves noticed her stop at nearly saying Annatar, revealing that his betrayal was still a very sore point.

“You have a chance to finish healing here,” Elrond offered. “It will take time for your body to regain its strength, and I can imagine you have not had to use your training during this current life. We will be happy to help you relearn your fighting skills so that you can succeed in whatever you do.”

Hari was quiet for a moment, tilting her head.

“There’s things I need to do,” she said to him. “He is not gone, right? He is still ruining Arda, I can sense it through the rings.”

Indeed Vilya seemed to glow at her words, as if trying to tell its reborn creator that Sauron was not fully defeated yet.

“Saruman is convinced the enemy is no more,” Elrond observed, making Glorfindel snort.

“That damned Istar wouldn’t see anything beyond the books he so loves,” the Balrog Slayer told his friend. “He’s bigoted, arrogant for being a Maia of Aule, and I really want to punch him every time he shows up in Imladris. How Mithrandir and even Radagast puts up with him, I do not know. Truthfully, if Hari says the enemy isn’t gone, then we need to start preparing.”

“What has happened here in Middle-Earth since my death? Is Khazad-dûm still standing?”

Hari already knew the truth from Fili, but she wanted to hear the elven version of the events as well.

“Khazad-dûm is now Moria, filled with goblins and orcs,” Elrond answered. “The dwarves lost their home when some monster emerged from the deep and were unable to fight it. You were the only tie between our people and the children of Mahal back then, and the anger is deep between them even if they did understand why we could not save you from Sauron.”

“Wait, I understand the distrust between the clans that were in the Blue Mountains but the Longbeards did nothing to gain mistrust from our people,” she objected, noticing both of them flinch a bit.

“True,” Glorfindel told her. “Unfortunately, our people gained blinders when it comes to our fellow elves. The Longbeards have reason to distrust us thanks to the actions of Thranduil.”

“Thranduil? The son of Oropher, one of the surviving nobles of Doriath? I think I can recall them slightly if I think about it hard enough.”

“Not again, Glorfindel,” the Lord of Imladris groaned. “I admit he did the wrong thing and is being stubborn and denying aid to the refugees, but Thror did anger him.”

“Over pretty trinkets no less,” the blond rebutted. “Are we sure the idiot king of the Greenwood isn’t gold mad? Because our first task is to aid the younger races and he broke that.”

Hari knew she had to change the subject, having a feeling that this was a familiar argument between the pair.

“While I’m thinking about it, Elrond; did you finally get enough courage to court Celebrian? I recall how you would act around her and being dead does not exactly allow one to keep up with current events.”

Elrond blushed slightly at the memory, but he regarded it with fondness as Celebrimbor sometimes had literally pushed him towards Celebrian to help out.

“Yes, we had three children together, twin boys and a wonderful daughter. It was the boys who found you. She is sadly not here anymore; no, no, she is not in the Halls! She was attacked by orcs and had to leave for Valinor for healing. I can heal the wounds of the body, but spiritual wounds are beyond my power to heal.”

“I’m sorry to hear that she’s no longer with you in this part of the world. I am sure that she was a wonderful life-partner before the attack,” she said softly in sadness, remembering how spirited the silver-haired elleth had been whenever she’d visited Celebrimbor’s workshop.

“She was, and she is deeply missed,” Elrond answered. “I know I will see her again when the time comes to sail so I carry on as I must.”

She smiled faintly at hearing that; it was good to hear Elrond having a motive to carry on for the time. Remembering his past, it was no surprise that Elrond secretly had some deep abandonment issues, especially when it came to family members.

“Has there been any news about Uncle Maglor? Is he still wandering along the shores in exile? Because if he has allowed himself to be killed by Sauron, I am gonna give him a piece of my mind about that the next time I see him!”

The two elves filled her in, sharing news about those who had been kin to her in her past life as well as events that had taken place after her death. She was quiet, asking questions at times, and eventually, they began discussing what was needed to help her regain her strength as well as the skills she had in the past.

“I have a feeling I am going to be in pain for a good while,” she said, making the others laugh as she grumbled playfully. “I would like some really hot tea with honey and whiskey.”

Elrond raised an eyebrow at those words but recalled how Celebrimbor had loved his tea that way and guessed that Hari must have inherited it in this new life.

“I think we can provide that,” he said, rising to his feet. “However, I must disappoint you in that the alcohol is of elvish make, not dwarvish.”

“It’s all right,” she said. “This fifteen year old body isn’t used to drinking so I’ll have to work my way up to dwarvish alcohol.”

“Fifteen,” Glorfindel blurted out since that was around the age mortals tended to marry if they were of high birth.

“What,” Hari asked in a blunt manner that reminded them of her first life.

Elrond chuckled, heading out to place the request and order food for his guest. When the lord had left, she looked at the blond.

“Is there anyone who can help train in magic? Not just the elvish kind but another source altogether? In my other birth-world I belonged to a world consisting of magical people, but it was a very different kind of magic than what’s practiced here in Arda.”

“Mithrandir might be able to help, but he is difficult to track down most of the time. I will send a messenger bird to see if he can be found, and perhaps he can at least give advice as to how you should proceed,” he told his friend. “Chances are good that your magic is different than his. Do you still have the elvish magic?”

“I do,” she said, then told him about what she had done to Voldemort and how the magic used had not been the kind she’d been learning to use at school.

Glorfindel listened, then nodded as he thought about what can be done to help her

“I see. I think the best thing to be done right now is to work on your fighting skills and refresh your memory on what your elvish magic can do,” he began. “As far as the other magic you possess, I would play with it and see what you can get it to do. Sometimes, intent is just as potent as spells.”

“I’ll try to remember that,” she said. “I have a lot to try to learn or relearn before it’s time to leave Imladris to fulfill my destiny here.”

“We will aid you in that; I need to determine one rather important question as well since you are so certain the enemy is not gone. I am concerned as to why Saruman has been so adamant that the One Ring is no longer able to be found and the enemy is gone.”

“Maybe he truly believes it,” she answered. “I don’t know. I have not been here since my death so I am not sure that I even would know who the Istari are.”

By now, the painkiller started to vanish and the pain in her hands slowly returned. Elrond, who had returned with a tray of food, had to help Hari since she needed to let her hands heal. Once she ate, she was given a potion that would ease her pain as well as let her rest.

The Lord of Imladris left an elf on watch, motioning Glorfindel to follow him. They had much to speak on and plans to make. He had a feeling life was going to be incredibly busy now that the famed Jewel-Smith of Ost-in-Edhil had returned.

Author’s End Note - I hope everyone enjoys this. Again, I apologize for the lateness in the posting. Hopefully, these infections will disappear and I can think clearly again. Thank you for reading! ~ Laran & Rogercat
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