Raven; Hi guys, chapter one is revised and maybe more filled out. Dragon and I are getting busy but we will try to get this story done!

I will try to keep it rated K. So, I got a PM from High Reacher and he changed his name again! So, all credit goes to Blacken Knight AKA High Reacher

Disclaimer: I do not own HP or LOTR, if I did then the movies would be a lot different.

Revise by the lovely HPlemonPersona

"Elvish"

"How did you know it was me?" Minerva asked, stretching and hearing the satisfying pops from her joints.

"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly," said the old man.

"You would be stiff too Albus if you sat on a brick wall the whole day," said Minerva.

Albus and Minerva continued to talk. A loud roar of an engine stopped them; it was a miracle that no one woke up. If they had, well, let's just say Albus would be there all night. The noise got louder and they both saw that a huge man was flying a motorcycle, and in his arms was a bundle. The giant of a man landed softly with little noise. Minerva had to take a double take because she recognized the child.

"Is that-" she began to say.

"Harry Potter, yes. Thank you Hagrid for coming," said Albus. Taking the bundle, he started to walk to one of the houses.

"Albus you are not really going-"

"Minerva, they are his only relatives left. Harry will be safe here," said Albus interrupting her.

He laid the baby on the porch, took a letter out from his many pockets, and placed it down on top of the blankets. Wish you luck Harry, thought Albus, and he apparated away with a loud pop. In the shadows, watching the whole scene, was a man with a staff.

He walked out, heading to the boy, who was at the front door.

"Child, why do they leave you with this family that will abuse you?" muttered the man.

The child woke up slowly, green eyes meeting bluish grey eyes. The man picked up the bundle and walked away from that house. This child will need a family, Valar. Yes, if he stays that headmaster of his and excuse for a Dark lord will cage him like a chicken. He was in the park now, heading to some shrubs and trees.

Shall I give him to- no, he has his own children to care for. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Ah, theLady of Lothlorien would love another. Hhhmm… no. Ah, the Elven King, yes, a child will warm his heart…

And with his mind set he slammed his staff down and the wind picked up; flames erupted from the ground; blue, yellow and pure white wrapped around him and his precious bundle. He landed in front of huge doors, where two guards stood by watching him. He walked to up to one of them.

"I need to see your King," he said.

"Mithrandir, it has been awhile. The forest has grown dark. Come, I will take you," was the Guard's reply.

They went lower into the hill, through narrow winding bridges. They both stopped right at the center of the whole underground city. This was the throne room for the Elven King. Mithrandir saw that the guard speaking to one of the Elvenking Guard; the Guard nodded and gestured for Mithrandir to follow him. They walked up the stairs. The Throne room was a circler room with pillars made of stone, made to look like tree trunks; it was like a forest grew under the hill. Four Elvenking Guards stood next to each pillar, plus the two at the bottom of the stairs. And in the center of the room was the king himself, sitting elegantly on his throne, having no cares for what went on beyond his kingdom.

"Mithrandir what brings you here?" ask the King with a slight nod of his head.

"Thranduil, I bring a gift, and also ask a favor," was Mithrandir's reply, revealing the bundle that was under his cloak.

Thranduil got off his throne, looking closer at the bundle. Is that a child? he thought. The child was Man, with raven black hair that was untamed. He looked back at Mithrandir.

"Why do you bring a child of men here?" He wanted to touch the child it has been many years since he held one.

"I saw him left in the cold, and who he was going to be sent to would not take care of him. I will give him to you to raise and protect," answered Mithrandir. Thranduil looked up, stunned.

"Why?" he asked.

"The child will be nothing but a tool; he will only be abused," was the answer back.

"Then I will take him," said Thranduil, reaching to take the child from Mithrandir.

Mithrandir was glad that Thranduil was taking the child.

"In his world, you could blood adopt him, but the magics of this world are far stronger. All you have to do is call him your son. His name is Harry James Potter," Mithrandir said

Thranduil thought that was a good name for a Man child, but for an Elf? No, it was not. So, with a little more thinking, he would keep some of his original name.

"Then his name shall be Prince Harridan Thranduilion, in common he shall be known as Harridan Greenleaf" Thranduil said bending down and kissing his new son's forehead.

The change was slow. Black hair became tame, a glow that was not there shone. When the child was older he could choose a path of the Eldar or of man.

Meanwhile at Hogwarts, Albus was setting up gadgets and trinkets to monitor the child. It would be days before he realized that they would not work….

Raven: Credits go to um um oh now I remember High-oh nope its Blacken Knight all credits go to him.

Dragon: There how was that better?

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