Sorry this chapter isnt much either. You see I'm writing two fanfic's at the same time and I'm having so much more fun with the other one. So I keep forgetting about this one. Ok I'm warning you now, this chapter mentions child abuse. Ok, so here goes...

Chapter five – Vernon Dursley

Elven feet found the unmarked forest paths through the trees even in the darkness. Gimli would swear he was trying not to snap a twig, or heaven forbid crush a leaf. Although when he had asked his elven pain-in-the-arse the only response he received was, "Shh, Gimli, I'm listening."

He scowled, that elf was always listening. And to what? The forest was silent and there was no sign of boy at all. "Legolas..." he began, although he was quickly interrupted with another hush, before the elf finally spoke.

"Hurry Gimli, this way." And so onward they went.

It was surprising how dark a wood could become in mere minutes. But that didn't seem to bother the wizard in the slightest. Perhaps it was because he knew that although he seemed to be a mere boy of little strength, importance or power, he had his wand. He felt protected and safe with it in his grip even though it was him who would have to use it if anything were to happen. That didn't seem to cross his mind.

Harry slumped against a strong tree and slid down it until he hit the ground with his backside. He was there for only a little while before his paranoid senses began to probe at him. After a moment of playing with a rather uninteresting twig, his eyes snapped up into the forest before him. There was something moving.

Probably just a deer. No...It was too big. A bear? Do they get bears here? Deciding the best action was to keep as calm and still as possible, he froze his muscles completely as several gruesome beings came trudging his way.

Running swiftly through the trees, the pair felt a twinge of horror as they heard Harry's cries in a clearing ahead. The little Gandalf hadn't been in Rivendell a whole day yet and already, they were failing to care for him as they should.

Drawing weapons with speed, the companions ran at the orks and slay them quickly, causing the boys eyes to widen in horror.

Harry was in shock. They seemed to come out of nowhere and one moment he had a rusty blood ridden sword in his face, the next he was standing in the presence of 5 dead bodies and two rather strange looking warriors. He gaped at the tall blonde man as he pat him gently on the shoulder.

"Are you ok? Harry?" The boy looked up at him with wide eyes, Legolas smiled softly.

"It's alright. Orks. Kill as many as you can lad." Harry turned to the shorter man, his mouth was still open and huge green eyes seemed rather in awe.

"Ignore him, come on, let's get you back to Rivendell." Legolas draped an arm round his skinny shoulders and began to steer him towards the elven city before he could even open his mouth to argue.

Elrond rubbed the back of his head. "Glorfindel please, I am fine, do not fuss." The golden haired elf sneered at him.

"You are not fine. The back of your head was bleeding, that's hardly normal bodily behaviour is it!" There was silence for a moment. "Do you blame him?"

"Gandalf? No of course not, he is just a child. I shouldn't have scared him like I did."

"Still, he overreacted don't you think? First hurting you, and then giving us all a heart attack by running away."

"Well...yes, quite. What do you presume he was dreaming of to make him lash out so?"

He frowned slightly in thought, sitting on the bed beside Elrond. "I'm not sure my lord. He did mention..."

Erestor had at that moment came running in, waving his arms slightly. "They found Mr Potter my lord, orks had him cornered..."

"Is he injured?! Where is he?" Elrond had jumped up rather speedily and suddenly found the room spinning around him. Glorfindel, helped the Half-eleven lord to sit back down before Erestor continued.

"He's fine my lord. Legolas and Gimli killed the Orks. Although the boy does appear to be quite upset about something."

"Bring him to me Erestor."

"Yes my lord."

Harry felt physically sick. What the hell where they going to do to him? Was the one of many questions he asked himself as he was directed up the stairs towards Elrond's chambers. Elrond, he had recently learnt was a Lord, which meant he wasn't just dead meat for attacking a muggle, he attacked an important muggle. So what then...dead meat repetitively sliced and stuck in Azkaban. Great.

As he entered the room, he stared at his feet before silently bursting into tears. How could he be so stupid? Why was he always doing things like this? The Dursleys was right, he was a freak.

The elves seem to quickly note that the child was crying. And Elrond was quick to speak before Harry felt even worse.

"It's alright boy, you aren't in any trouble. I should not have scared you as I did."

"But..."

"No buts Harry. Your forgiven."

He peered up, eyes wide and wet with tears. "Aren't you even going to hit me?" There was silence.

"Why would we hit you Harry?" The boy frowned.

"My uncle hits me when I get my wand out, even if I don't use it." Elrond nodded slowly, taking in the horrible information he was receiving. The elves exchanged quick glances and pained expressions. In all the years they had know Gandalf...never ever, had they expected he was beaten as a child. Never had he mentioned it...then again, why would he?

"And who is this uncle? Do you live with him?"

"Yeah, when I'm not at Hogwarts, I live with my uncle, my aunt and my cousin." He paused. "His name is Vernon, Vernon Dursley."