Prologue

(In the Wizarding World)

Harry had killed Voldemort saving the entire wizarding world from his darkness and frightening ideals. He had thought he could return to the days of happiness, the times when Voldemort wasn't interfering with his life, when he could just be a normal child with friends and school, once the tyrant was gone. Yet he felt depressed and alone. He had come to hate this place, this world. Death had changed everyone in ways Harry had not expected.

'Ginny only wanted me for my fame and popularity. Ron and Hermione are together now, they no longer enjoy being with me. I'm a nuisance. They just want to be together.'

Harry James Potter was sick of trying to be normal when everything clearly pointed out he wasn't. Through his uniqueness, he had lost people, good people, he no longer had anyone who still cared about him. His godfather was dead, so were his mother and father. However it was Severus Snape's death had saddened him the most, though the man was Slytherin he had been the bravest man he knew, Because of his sacrifice harry had found out the truth. Remus, Dumbledore, everyone he ever loved, they were no longer there. The poor boy was left all alone.

Harry thought of the things he had seen. Voldemort was an evil they had needed to fight against, but if things had gone differently, Fred might have Weasley twins joke shop might still be running. Severus wouldn't have been mauled to death by that damn snake. All Harry had wanted was to have a family, be happy and have friends. But his friends no longer cared for him now that they had their own fame and lifestyles, making them move away from him. All they could see was themselves rather than the lonely boy who couldn't seem to reach them. George and Luna came by sometimes, but they were often busy and couldn't spend nearly enough time with him to fill the growing emptiness in his heart.

He had loved Ginny once, but not anymore. She had begun to complain when he hadn't started to spend the money that Sirius and his parents had left him, angrily trying to convince him to buy useless things. He had been just too hurt to do so. He always asked what if? He would never know and all he now wanted was family and friendship, people who truly loved him for being alive and well.

Time had moved forward for everyone, but Harry. His friends had got married while he was left to live alone. He had only wanted to be happy and it had all been taken away before he knew it. Happiness was all he had ever wanted. Deep down, he had known that it was silly to want something he could never have, but after everything that had happened, he had felt he needed it.

Closing his emerald green eyes and shifting in his sheets, he felt something move through his heart. He found himself wanting to make a wish. Today was his birthday, after all. He was turning eighteen, but there was no one with him to celebrate it like in his childhood. Opening his eyes again, and looking at the candle on the bedside table. Harry let out a sad smile and leaned forward.

"I wish I could find a place where I can live in happiness and love even in war." As these words were leaving the young man's mouth the old clock struck midnight. With eyes closed, Harry James Potter blew out the candle and a flash of light enveloped him. The words spoken next were unheard, for Harry James Potter was no more. those words where a whisper of "That is a wish not bourn of this world but another."

MIDDLE EARTH

A family of three were making their way to Rivendell where their one year old elfling son would soon be named. The mother swept her beautiful waist length platinum blonde hair away from her creamy skin, letting her jade green eyes, shining as brightly as a gem, help her see where she was going. Her beauty was something the land should know of. Her husband was very proud of actually getting her attention. He had golden blond hair that was just past his shoulders, his skin bore a golden tan and eyes an earthy brown that had a glossy shine to them. He held himself with strength, but mostly because he didn't want to worry his wife over the fact that he was slightly lost and indeed unsure of whether or not he was heading in the right direction.

The woman looked down at her child, sensing something swirling inside him. She tilted her head. The child seemed to have become a vessel for a spirit, a young yet tortured soul. Yet the platinum blonde sensed the sweetness inside his heart. She pitied the spectre and found herself drawn to it. She turned to her husband. He did not know of this. She wasn't sure how he would react to this and she knew almost nothing of the spirit inside the small bundle of cloths. Sighing, she decided to clear her mind by focusing on the ground beneath her.

Whilst both adults continued down their path, they did not foresee the dangers that would occur, one being this news that the quest to destroy the one ring was over for the New brought the worst in nature …the other, however, was a far more impending menace that they would soon fall victim to, an ambush soon to come. They would unknowingly be leaving their son alone. If the male elf had looked behind him, he would have seen a glow coming from his wife and child. This glow became a beacon to those who wanted to kill elves.

The child stirred in his mother's arms for what might be the last time her eyes fall upon him. The woman tucked the child closer to herself, holding him tightly, for with that light came a great horror.