This is a Lord of the rings and Harry potter Crossover. I am new here and inspired by the few stories I have read, got courage to publish this here. I have started planing this story way back in 2008 but didn't come across a suitable platform to share. Happy that I have found one. Though I realize there could be thousands of fictions with a similar plot line, this is mine and I feel happy to let my thoughts out here.

CHAPTER 1

Harry is walking in the forbidden forest wearing his invisible cloak to meet Voldemort for one last time. He has courage in his heart, but that is not able to control his sadness. Though he is definitely going to accomplish his final task, and be able to destroy Voldemort, he could not control his grief. He never had truly received love. He lost his parents even before he know their names. He had no lovable memories to cherish when he was with the Dursleys. He lost his Loving Godfather even before he could bond with him. He had never spent any decent time with him to experience his love. He had to break up with Ginny, his one true love for the quest of Horcrux. The man he treated like his grandfather and believed in to the core turned out to be one who never actually loved him, but merely used him as a tool against Voldemort. His only luck was that he had friends. Friends he could share everything with and now he is going to leave them. What had he achieved in this life, he could not empathize.

He is going to end this quest and make Voldemort a mortal, a vulnerable person. He will make him weak for Neville or his friends to take him and end his dark reign. It is not for revenge. He had once thought of this quest as a revenge for his parents, his god father, for Cedric, for Dumbledore, for Moody, … but the list has been going on further long. He is going to end an calamity. It is not going to be easy for his friends even then to take on the remaining death eaters, though they were few, he knows they would cause havoc. He will take as much as he can now and make the task easy for his friends. He would do much damage, would break the death eaters, not for glory or to satisfy himself, but to protect his friends from their evil. Many people lost their loved ones and now he is going to end this.

He walked to Voldemort and could see Nagini slithering on the cool forest floor. He looked at the fang of Basilisk in his hand. He was given one by Hermione before he had decided to leave. Now this thing is going to be valuable. He slid past the death eaters and walked in slow steps towards Nagini. It was still by the Voldemort's legs. He hated him for all that had happened. If not for this man, I could have parents and relatives. All the magical world would have been in peace and security. He really hated him. He took out the fang slowly and carefully proceeded towards Nagini's head. Whenever he had to go through ordeals like this, he always had his friends Ron and Hermione. But he could not bring them here. They would have followed him here for sure, for they had always been with him, even during the dark days of Horcrux hunting. The snake seemed it could sense him to be around. He made no noise and when he got really close, he made a battle cry and jumped out of the cloak onto the snake . He had miscalculated the reflexes of the snake. The snake hissed and before he could strike, spiraled him in its muscular coils. Voldemort, startled by the commotion, made out his best curse, the death curse. So did most of the death eaters. But Nagini was so looped around him, it blocked all the death curses. It is a horcrux, so their curses could not effect it. He could see the hunger in the snakes eyes as it moved to strike him. Harry and the snake wrangled and Harry twisted his wrist and pierced the snake's stomach with the fang. Nagini didn't loose his grip on Harry, but he continued to pierce the snakes soft belly with the horcrux killing Basilisk fang. Voldemort yelled with pain as his horcrux turned into flames and burned viciously and he fell on the ground with a thud, affected by the sudden lose of hope and energy, as though he received a knockout blow.

The winter wind made the fires of Nagini spread around the forest and to the wonder struck death eaters, the forest started to burn. Everyone hurried as they tried to analyze the situation. Some ran to stop the fires while some rushed to the dark lord who is wrenching in pain. Harry suffered serious burns but he never cared for the searing pain. He took out his wand and started to make blasts. "Bombarda maxima" he yelled at the approaching death eaters and sent them flying across the forest. The blasts he made were huge. They generated humongous force that fired away the dark lords minions. Even the skillful ones were affected by the fires and Harry made the fire spiral that he had seen Dumbledore conjure in the cave before he died. He came running down on the death eaters, like a lion running after his prey . He could not even realize what he had been making, but spell after spell, jinx after jinx fired from his wand destroying the horrified death eaters. Even before they could conjure a spell, their fastest and best, Harry's magic struck them. They could not think what to do. Panic affected them like the fire affected the forest. Most of them flew in to the burning forest where they met angry centaurs fleeing away from the fires and screamed as they ran into their deaths in that stampede.

Bellatrix rushed over onto Harry with her trade mark torture curse. Harry dodged that and attacked her with all force. She was the one that killed Sirius. Bellatrix was taken aback by the force of Harry and the speed of his spell delivery. She came out to attack and her attacks were futile against Harry. What in the dark Lord's name is she facing now! She wondered. When had he achieved this skill levels. Its not skill, but pure ferocity, ferocity of a warrior who is fighting to protect his family. The attack reduced to a duel and seeing that, the death eaters attending Voldemort rushed to her aid, But even before they could reach her out, she was biting dust by Harry's stunning spell. The death eaters didn't know what way to take down the attack. Harry was more serious than the order they have faced and he is more furious than the fire that is raging around them. They had fought aurors and they are nothing compared to the rage of Harry. They never expected the seventeen year old boy to tear them apart. They could see neither the boy pointing his wand towards them, nor he making the spell. Before they could even figure where he is, they are being taken down. "Confringo" harry made a blasting spell and there was no chance for Death Eaters to form a group. Chaos struck them, funny thing that they are the ones who cause chaos and worked their way out in that. They could find no where to go. No matter what way they choose Harry was already there to obstruct them. They were blindly cursing in all directions but before they could even conjure anything, they are being blasted into the burning forest.

He caught the disarmed Lucious malfoy among the blindly cursing and fleeing death eaters by the end point of the wand and said to the trembling blonde, "You have always been like this, haven't you. You claim yourself as lordly and all your life you have been less than a house elf to Voldemort. What are you? You have failed as a father never able to make your boy independent. You have failed to live as a person, who can get what he wants, all because of your greed. You have created much pain and anguish in the life of a little boy. A boy no elder than your own son. I can not expect much from a man who endangered the life of his only son for saving his head. I am filled with hatred on you people and at this range, even my stunning spell kills you. But I am raised by better people. People who can love and care and that is why I am not going to kill you. Unlike you, I am no destroyer of families. Be off of my sight." Harry had not noticed Voldemort devouring him with looks.

"See my friends, we have a hero now. A valiant hero who cares for his hunt." Voldemort said moving around Harry trying to gather back his fleeing minions. Harry had not seen in the rage of the battle that when had Voldemort recovered. The remaining death eaters were so few to notice anything. "See Lucius, you have to learn how to live from a filthy potter." Harry had neither removed his wand point from Lucius nor his gaze. He had been locating Voldemort wand though. He has to be careful, not for his own safety but to protect the old blonde he hates so much. Though he hated all of them, he could not let this guy or any other to die. Voldemort continued "Too pity, Lucius. Avada ke d…."

"Expelliarmus" Harry yelled and he disarmed the dark lord. He said to the satrtled Voldemort, "And what should he expect from being around you, Riddle." Voldemort shuddered on listening to that name. He had hated anything that linked him to his muggle father. He knew he was very quick in his way. Why hadn't he disarmed him on the firsthand? He was expecting Harry to react and thought to redirect the curse on him and then deal with the sulking Malfoy. He thought to redirect the curse on Potter. How could he be disarmed? "Remorse for your actions. That is the only way left to you." The dark lord shook like a leaf in the burning forest on hearing that. "You have been a fool all your life. Never have you enjoyed anything. Never have you had any friends.." Voldemort was backing up slowly to his wand. He had never expected someone to outrun him, never this Harry potter. No way that could happen. He had been careless. Careless even after his Horcrux had been destroyed right in front of his eyes. How could have he been this careless? He had once been careless around the boy and that led him to a thirteen year suffering and now he is backing off him, a mere inexperienced youth, out of fear for his life, out of fear of hearing his words.

"Oh, go on, go get your wand, Tommy." Said Harry smiling at the dark wizard. All the death eaters were gawking in astonishment over what the boy had done. They were too dismayed to do anything. Voldemort leapt on to the boy like a hungry tiger screaming "How dare you." Harry didn't even move from his place onto that. Voldemort came so close he expected to either kill the boy with his hands or get killed by a spell of instinct. But neither happened. He looked at Harry dumbfound not knowing what he would have to do. Harry said, "As I said, a fool, you seem to have just realized that, Tommy." Voldemort leapt backwards in anger and in one pace reached for his wand. He caught the elder wand, the wand that is not responding to him as his own and sneered at the boy. He got up pointing the most powerful wand ever at Harry. "You are a fool, Harry potter, You should have killed me when you had the chance. Now you will repent the action you have made" Harry caught up before he could finish, "Repent, yes, that is what I told you to do." "Foolish boy! Die now" yelled the dark lord aiming his wand at Harry. "That is what I have come here, Tommy. Die for the ones I love. You could never do that. You had none." Voldemort figured out that this boy is taunting him to think back. With a wicked smile on his lips, bending his neck slowly to the right, thinking what would happen now, he cried "Avada kedavra". A thick greenish light shone on Harry potter and it took exceedingly more magical energy to kill him. Voldemort squalled as his body trembled at the feat. He concentrated all his magical energy into the incarnation and fired the light at Harry. He could see the boy smiling and he wanted to evaporate the glint in those greenish eyes. An enormous sound is made with the greenish explosion winging everything that surrounded it miles away. Everybody at Hogwarts were shaken by that sound. They rushed to the open spaces to see what had made that. All they could see was a greenish explosion, the light emanating from it turning the dark night sky to emerald green. The very ground they were standing shook by that explosion and the kids at Hogwarts stumbled around themselves.

Harry found himself being flung into an abyss. He could not open his eyes but could feel the pain from his burns and the bruises from the dark spells of death eaters. He had not stopped at them, even though he got hit by a few of them (not the death curse though). It would have more suited Hagrid, the way he had taken the death eaters. He was in excruciating pain, pain not just from his wounds, but also at the loss of his friends. He could not fathom the way things happened around him in his life. Why had to be he so unlucky. Why had he to loose everything for foolish people. Why had he been burdened with this infernal quest. He had to bear the burden as the boy who lived, the unlucky boy who is supposed to be the savior. All he wanted was a little love and care. Was that too big a boon to ask for? He could recollect the happiness he was in when Sirius asked him whether he would like to live with him. That was the most happiest moment he ever had from someone as a token of love. But that was never achieved. Now can't he even die without it. Is this what he was going through is, hell? So many questions popped in his head and he felt like his head exploded out of these questions rather than the sensation of physical pain.

Suddenly he found himself in the presence of some angelic beings. Angelic, is a little word for them. They should be God. But there is only one God, not many. He found his fall stopped and he was at peace in their ambiance. All his thinking stooped and he was at awe and deep, unknown reverence for the beings. "Child!" the beings called out. They knew he had faced pain and anguish in all life and yet his acts are selfless. His sacrifices are invaluable and for that they would like to grant him what he always wanted. It is not just that they liked the boy, but under current circumstances he could be a beacon of hope for middle earth which is going through the shadow. "You shall be given a chance to experience love and care, though not in this world, not in this form, for you are valuable." And slowly Harry could sense his body undergoing changes and the sweet pain and numbness overwhelmed him. "Voldemort! My friends!" Harry asked. The eminent figures in white and gold replied. "Your friends are safe from your dead enemy" they replied with a gentle smile. They were extremely pleased that even when he was in the presence of unknown beings, he is thinking about his task and his friends. Never like a child, who by this age should be running after girls with friends and enjoying the pleasures of youth, but more like a sentient warrior. Yes, he is a warrior. "Who are you, your eminence!" was the only question he could ask. The Valor smiled and placed their hand on is forehead and slowly vanished in front of his eyes. Though they could change his body, it is Eru IIuvatar, who should give him his sapience and free will. They know the one father of all has already bestowed him with that. They left, blessing the boy. The peace and happiness extinguished and the physical pain continued. He found himself lying by a moist forest floor and shrunk himself to protect against the cold. The cold wind is burning his contusions and he closed his eyes in pain. He never noticed when he started shuddering and whimpering. He was too weak to even open his eyes. He slowly lost his consciousness.

Harry woke up at the clattering sounds around him. He could sense few people talking around him in a strange language. That was more like a blabbering noise than actual talk. Cold, rugged voices gathered all around him. He slowly got awake and could identify he was being carried by strong, cruel, ugly hands. He had never seen such hands and slowly moved his gaze to the face of the being carrying him. He let out a gasp on seeing such a cruel, awkward and demolished face. He was being carried in the group of those and they had tied his hands by crude ropes. Their bodies were all covered in black and red blood marks with heavy nauseating odor. The ropes are cutting into his wrists cruelly with each movement. He tried to move out from them and he heard a coarse voice saying something. The voice was irritating, like rattling sound made by an empty tin box in the bitter winter wind. The man or beast, whatever is carrying him thrashed him down and all gathered around him. They barked and laughed all around him savagely. They were looking tall and bulbous. He tried to move away from them. But one of them, caught him and shouting something, slapped him and when he didn't cry, he slapped repeatedly, until his cheeks turned red and blood spurred out of them. Harry could not understand but he started crying. He wanted not to cry, but he had no control over that. He felt feeble to attack back. He wept for long looking confused at those monsters. They laughed and jeered around him. Harry lost all his energy and fell unconscious. He could see hunger in those black, ruthless eyes. Those creatures were truly giants and Harry saw no way to escape their cruel treatment. His clothes, the black robes he wore when he faced Snape, when he battled together with his friends, when he went to face his death in the hands of Voldemort. Again, the same thought stream struck him from responding. He should be dead, He is probably now in hell, to get his punishment for being responsible for his friends deaths. No deaths were necessary, never had they had to loose them. He who led them to battle against a dark lord, making a battle of no hope. He deserved this punishment. He accepted that he is going to be killed by those monsters. If he is already dead, how could he be killed again? Is this a way to induce him fear and suffer? He accepted this to be his way and stayed calm, accepting the punishment.

The orcs were confused, they have killed many, ate many and all the while they enjoyed the hopelessness and pain the eyes of their captured reflected. But this child, could be no more than five or six summers old, shows no fear, no resentment or pain. They broke his arm and thrashed him. But he was just taking it. What kind of kid is this? Surely a brave one. Or a heart broken one. Is he so lost in his fear that he stopped responding? "He would be no meal," claimed one orc. "He barely has any flesh and he had lost any of the remaining in the bruises and burns. He is not even fun to have. Kill this and finish of this filth." He cried. The remaining orcs agreed to the proposal and wanted to kill it, but there was a difference of opinion on how to kill him. "Use the sword, cut him to pieces" yelled one. "Thrash him on the rocks" another suggested, "Burn and roast him" their leader called out. "At least that would be crunchy!" Everyone laughed at that. They were making fire and brought the kid to make a nice meal.

Suddenly, a shrill cry caught their attention and before they could know what it is, they were falling to the ground in the rain of arrows. "Elves" their leader cried and he was readily taken by a fast arrow. Elrohir never missed his target and the orc suffered death in his hands. The orcs retaliated and quickly started to push forward but to no avail. They could not reach anyone and soon were all devoured by the elvish arrows.

Elrohir got down his steed and started examining the orc pack for any remaining orcs, he knew there would be none, and to get any details of their recent ride. His stopped on seeing a little moving cloth baggage in front of the fire. He proceeded cautiously towards it and heard slow whimpering from that. He looked down and was horrified to find a little kid, covered in bruises and burns in that. He quickly took the child in his arms and observed him. The kid is very pale and weak. He is shivering from the fear and his body was all broken and covered in blood. He trembled at the sight and fell back to the ground. He had seen many deaths and more horrific scenes, but never a child in such a pathetic condition. He rushed back to his horse and hurried home. The other elves, seeing a bleeding child in their lords arms, followed him back. They rode at their highest speed and all the way, they prayed for the life of the kid. Elrohir poured the elvish medicine he was carrying down his throat and made the kid to drink it. The kid slowly got warm and looked at him with his bright green eyes. There was so much of life in those little eyes and so much pain. "You are safe in our hands, child" Elrohir said to the child before he drowsed back to sleep. They could reach their home only the next morning, traveling all the evening and night. Once they reached home, they didn't stop but proceeded to the healing halls at all their speed. The guards seeing their kin in rush and red blood upon Elrohir's white robes quickly made way for them.