Hello human beings who are reading this ;)

This is going to be a Harry Potter / Lord of the Rings Crossover Fanfic. I have (wow, an update ^^) read all of the Lord of the Rings Books, and the hobbit, though not the original English version. I sadly don't possess that wonderful work of art, only the translated Edition. I have all of the Harry Potter Books (At least six times each :D) and I'm fairly sure you could call me a fanatic. I've been watching all of the movies in both series and I just love them.

So, I thought, that maybe there were some people interested in my ideas. I'm really sorry, if there are any similarities to other fanfictions. If there are, I didn't plan on it.

Any similarities between a character of mine and an actual person (living or not) are written unintentionally and not on purpose.

!There will be violence. When it gets really brutal, I will warn you at the beginning of the chapter. Please look out for that if you don't like these kinds of scenes!

I have to admit that English is only my second language. But I do have a beta-reader so my English shouldn't be too terrible.

I'm not always going on canon-Pairings, but I will do it a lot. Harry/Ginny will be an important part of the story. I hope that won't keep too much people away, as I know there are quite a lot Harry/Hermione shippers out there.

I will be answering Reviews at the end of my chapters and updating as often as it's possible for me.

I own neither Lord of the Rings, nor Harry Potter, as if I did, I would be rich and famous and not writing Fanfictions to satisfy my little Fangirl-heart. If there are any similarities between phrases in my story and the Books of either series, it's probably not mine, but borrowed.

Italic written phrases will most likely be Sindarin, I hope you won't mind that (Translating English to Sindarin is sooo hard. The dictionary I used didn't even have an elvish word for 'you'), except for the HP-quote in the beginning. I just marked it to make clear, what is part of the book.

Yeah, that's pretty much all information I give to give you. Anyway, here's my Prologue, enjoy :D

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"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak he was gone.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on. (Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone, Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived)

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Harry may not have been aware of the fact that right at this moment, remaining Death Eaters were trying to reach the Dursleys' house. He may also not have been aware of the fact that his relatives would be treating him as badly as possible from his first day with them should they have taken him in. However, the protection of his mother, as well as his own powerful magical core, knew all of these things.

As they were both there for a main reason – to protect Harry – the two mighty, extremely magical, forces did what you could call accidental magic. They brought him far away to a safe place, a place where he would be given love and protection, where he would be prepared for his destiny. His destiny to fight.

If somebody in Privet Drive had, for whatever reason, been looking outside the window at this particular time, he would have seen nothing but darkness, for in front of Number Four was a hole that swallowed every bit of light. It was through this very hole that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was transported, without ever being woken. In fact, Harry had a rather pleasant dream involving his father, godfather and a fabulous toy broomstick. When he finally landed on damp leaves over a mossy ground, he merely turned around in his blankets, dreamily wondering why mummy hadn't stood up after the strange man left.

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A lone Elf wandering around was not an unfamiliar sight in Mirkwood. What was an unfamiliar sight in Mirkwood, however, was that this Elf was wandering around alone, for this Elf was Legolas, the Elven Prince of Mirkwood, and he was usually surrounded by a great amount of friends.

However, today, Legolas had felt like going out alone. It was nearly as if a voice was calling out to him. What he didn't know, was that there was indeed a voice calling for him—as much as Harry's magic could have a voice. Curious about the source of this feeling, Legolas had sneaked out before anyone else was awake to ensure that he would be truly alone. All his senses on high alert, and he recognised everything as normal as it could be in a place where Elves live. But wait… did he just hear a child? A sobbing child?

Cautious, he crept nearer. Maybe this was some sort of trick? But no—he saw it. There in the middle of his favourite glade lay a bundle of strangely coloured blankets that was, without doubt, moving. Concern for an innocent life and curiosity overtook his mind. With light steps, he approached the little thing and took a look at it. It looked and sounded like it belonged to the race of Men. No pointed ears in sight. The child's eyes were closed, and his mouth was wide open in a scream of desperation.

'Who could be cruel enough, to leave a toddler alone in Mirkwood, when the spiders are no longer remaining in their former territory? Who would leave this poor, innocent child alone in the wilderness?'

Legolas' heart ached at the mere thought of leaving him there on the cold ground with no one to comfort him. Carefully, he took the bundle in his strong, battle-experienced arms and tried to remember everything he had ever heard of caressing babies. There hadn't been children amongst the elves for many decades, so he did not have practical experience. He had to rely on his theoretical knowledge. He would probably give the child to one of the more aged Elves who had the honour of raising an elven child. Yes, that would be the best for him and the child.

However, as he gently rocked the baby in his arms, all his plans faded into nothingness as the small boy stopped crying and opened his eyes. They were of a brilliant, emerald green, and just so pure and innocent, that it even beat the look in most of the Elves' eyes. And yet, there seemed something odd about the way the child looked. It was almost as if he had already seen great agony and suffered more than any child at this age should have. Legolas knew that the moment he saw into this eyes, there was no way he would let himself be separated from this boy. Even if it would mean learning how to change diapers. His eyes fell on the floor and Legolas was startled to see a letter lying there on the damp mossy ground. He shrugged before he reached down with the baby still in his arms. The little boy let out a squeal of joy as soon as Legolas had moved. He obviously liked being up there.

A small hand tried to grab his long hair and he barely had time to bring it to safety. The little boy disapproved. He made a face and whimpered something that sounded like: 'Pafoo, Hawy hav hair!' Legolas didn't really understand this baby-language. He wasn't that fluent in the common-tongue either, so there was no point trying to understand the meaning of this.

"Do not worry, little one. No harm shall come near you."

He looked around on the glade for a bit, the baby in his arms but when he found no signs of anything or anyone that could have possibly left a human toddler here, he shrugged and turned to go back home.

Faster than he had arrived– as well as much more careful – Legolas made his way back home. As it was still too early for breakfast, Legolas knew that his father would be in his study, so without hesitation, he made his way to his father's favourite room. He knocked hurriedly and opened the door without waiting for a proper "come in".

Legolas had expected many situations in which he might have found his father, but one thing he hadn't thought of was the presence of Mithrandir. Both of them had huge maps spread out on the table and were looking at him in surprise, as if they were having an important discussion. Legolas gulped and stepped into the room. He couldn't go back now, not that he had already disturbed them.

"Legolas, what a pleasant surprise!"

Well, good, the Istar didn't seem to be upset by his sudden appearance.

"Legolas, join us. What is it that you carry in your arms?"

Legolas nearly let out a sigh of relief. His father wasn't upset either. That was good.

"I found a small child, not much more than a toddler, alone in the forest, with only this envelope next to him. There was no sign of anybody who could have brought him there."

"Let me see him."

Legolas hesitated for a moment and felt the strong urge to never let go of the child – it looked so fragile, as if it could break if you made one wrong move. But then he thought better of it. His father had to have at least some experience – maybe even a little more than some - with babies. He gave the toddler, who had been playing with his hair, to his father. The Istar looked concerned over Thranduil's shoulder, straight at the Baby.

"I feel something evil around this child. But when I look in his eyes, he is innocent. How very curious."

Legolas watched as his father reached out with his hand to put away the corner of the blanket that covered the child's forehead. Both elder men gasped at whatever was revealed to them. Legolas sight was blocked by Mithrandir so he couldn't see what caused their reaction.

"What is the matter? Is it something bad?"

Mithrandir looked up, a merry twinkle in his eye. His looked knowingly at Legolas.

"Looks as if this little boy found somebody who cares about him."

If Legolas hadn't been an elf, he would have blushed. But elves didn't blush easily, so he merely nodded. His father looked up and held the boy so that Legolas could see what they had been looking at. There was a cut in the form of a lightning bolt on the child's forehead. It felt odd to look at, as if the cut was something evil.

"You said something about a letter, Legolas?"

"Yes, I have it here, father. May I see what is inside too?"

"Come here, we will read it together."

Thranduil broke the green seal, which had with four animals placed around a 'H' on it. He took out a few sheets of thick, yellowish paper and held it so that all three of them could read the words written on it. It was a strange sort of dialect, but it was similar enough to the common tongue to be understood. The handwriting was neat, narrow and curvy.

Dear Petunia,

It is in great grief that I now write you this letter.

On the night of Halloween, the 31st of October 1981, your sister Lily Potter nee Evans and her husband James Potter lost their lives in their home in Godric's Hollow.

This boy is your nephew, Harry James Potter, born on the 31st of July, 1980.

Were it not for him, I would not tell you the exact circumstances of their deaths. However, it is very important for you to know that little Harry is in great danger if you do not take him into your family.

I do not know how deep your dislike of your sister goes, so I don't know if she ever told you about the war in the wizarding world.

The Dark Lord Voldemort, a man who has gone beyond the normal evilness has murdered your sister and her husband due to a prophecy which predicted that Harry will one day defeat him. The Potters went into hiding, but Sirius Black, their secret keeper, betrayed them by revealing their location to Voldemort.

As you may know, Sirius once was the best friend of James, so if one day he knocks on your door, make sure he never gets to know Harry's location.

We can only guess at what had happened, but from the position of James' body, we can tell that he died protecting Lily and Harry.

I came to see the catastrophe right away. I could see in Harry's memories that Lily was killed in front of Harry's crib. Voldemort told her to stand aside, but she wouldn't go.

When Voldemort killed her, her love formed one of the strongest protections in the universe. The killing curse – which is normally impossible to ward off and is one of the most dangerous and vilest curses – could not get past this shield of pure love and sacrifice. Voldemort vanished when the killing curse rebounded. I can only hope that he is dead.

Petunia, if you, as his last blood-relative, take Harry into your house, I will be able to erect wards based on a protection that would protect not only Harry, but also your family.

There are still followers of Lord Voldemort, the Death Eaters, out there, who aspire nothing more than Harry's death to avenge their master.

I beg you, for Lily's sake, to provide him love and care as if he was your own.

Someday he will have to face Voldemort, and a loving family who will stand behind him will be the strongest help you can provide. So much depends on him. Make his years away from Hogwarts and the wizarding world as care free as possible. Give him a part of the childhood he deserves. As soon as he comes to Hogwarts, he will have to carry more burdens than most grown-ups do.

Help him. Help Lily's son. Help her own flesh and blood. She would want it. Being good to Harry would be the best apology you can make for everything that had happened between both of you.

Lily will see wherever she is now, and she will forgive you your jealousy that has driven you two apart since the day she got her letter and entered the wizarding world.

I beg you, Petunia. For your sister Lily.

In great grief,

Albus Dumbledore

P.S.: I have included his birth certificate and a few photos of his parents and their friends.

His parents had left with me a letter for him. I put it in the envelope with this letter. Please give it to Harry as soon as he's ready. He will love to have something from them.

Glum silence was met at the end of the letter. How was that possible? A female wizard? There haven't been any evil wizards lately and no wizard died recently (as they are immortal). There was also no place called Hogwarts where you would enter something called wizarding world. This letter made – apart from the boy's parents' death – absolutely no sense.

Legolas looked down on the boy in his fathers' arms. His heart ached at the thought of him defeating some mad murderer. He never felt that way to anybody, but somehow he wanted to be the one who provided the child a loving home. Those emerald, fascinating eyes looked up to him and he couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"So Harry is your name, little one?"

The toddler squealed in delight and said again something that Legolas couldn't translate.

"Hawy! Pafoo fly! Hawy bwoom!"

Mithrandir smiled at the boy. Apparently he had understood at least something Harry had said.

"You can fly, Harry?"

"Hawy Quiddish! Hawy flyaw!"

"Could I take him again, father?"

Thranduil looked up and met his son's eyes. He gave a short nod and handed the toddler over.

"You already care greatly for the boy, Legolas."

"Yes father, I do."

"Well, as he obviously wasn't taken by his aunt, he does need a guardian. Would you watch over him until we find a proper solution?"

"Of course father, it would be an honour."

'Maybe,' Legolas thought, 'it is his magic that makes me like him.' But he dismissed that quickly. It didn't feel like that. These feelings could not be created by any kind of magic, dark or light. Love could not be forged by anyone, not even by the Valar.

It had been clear from the beginning that it was not very likely for Legolas to have a child so soon. But now, he had one. He liked the thought of that. Little Harry James Potter was his child. Maybe, someday, he would even be a father to little Harry.

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Wow, that's it with the prologue :)

I hope some people like it, I look forward to a review. If you have something to criticize, something to compliment, or even something to let off steam about, I'd love to hear from you :)

Please don't be too hard to me if there are any minor mistakes, though you can always tell me about them. I'll be happy to correct everything in my story. I hope my English isn't too horrible to bear.

Again, if there is anybody out there, who would like to spend time on my Story and be my Beta-Reader, please contact me :)

See you next chapter :)