AN: This is the final chapter folks. I hope you all liked this story ^-^.

Back in Mirkwood the elflings were practicing their magic. While practicing more on his animagus form, to get more used to it, Harry found out he had actually more than one form. He discovered this when, instead of the marten's tail, he had received a plumage of red feathers. So he tried to focus on these feathers and transformed, to everyone's surprise, in a red and gold phoenix with emerald eyes.

"Wicked!" The twins chorused, impressed with the youngest elfling.

Days went by and Harry got more worried with each day passing. He worried for his father, his friends, and the many wizards who had joined in the fight. He had no idea if they were still alive, or if Sauron had been defeated. He hated not knowing. Then one day Harry was hit by a vision again. The same went for Sirius, meaning they could trust it. The vision brought both of them in a panic. Fred and George had trouble calming them down and understanding what they were rambling about.

When they finally succeeded Harry told them what he had seen, taking deep calm breaths.

"Sauron has lured Voldemort to Mordor. That's why he ordered a retreat to his army. He and Voldemort have merged and I don't think destroying the Ring now would stop him anymore." Harry explained.

"What do we do now?" Fred asked, shocked by the news.

"We have to warn them." Sirius said obviously.

"How?" George asked.

"Yes, how are we supposed to warn them if we can't get anything to them in time?" Fred asked.

Harry suddenly burst into flame, leaving a beautiful bird behind. The other three elflings looked at each other, shrugged and held onto the bird's tail feathers. In a burst of flames they were whisked away.

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They finally had reached Mt. Doom, but Frodo had this sinking feeling something was wrong. A few hours ago the weight of the Ring had lessened and now he wasn't feeling anything from it. With ease he threw the Ring in the fire below them. They watched as the Ring sunk below the hot lava and disappeared. The only thing to signify that it worked was the small rumble through the mountain, as if a very weak voice and disapproved of the action.

Having completed their mission they went on their way back.

"Something is wrong." Frodo said as he pulled Sam behind a rock as some orcs came by.

"Why are they moving out? The Ring got destroyed, didn't it?" Sam asked frightened.

"I'm not sure." Frodo said, more worried than he would care to admit.

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Gandalf looked worried to the south where he could see the glow of the lands of Mordor.

"What's wrong?" Aragorn asked.

"The Ring." Gandalf said.

"Nothing happened to Frodo, hasn't it?" Aragorn asked worriedly.

"No, Frodo and Sam are fine. They succeeded their mission." Gandalf said.

"That's a good thing then." Aragorn said, lighting up.

"It is, yet the darkness hasn't been lifted." Gandalf said.

Aragorn frowned. As he looked to the south too he could sense Gandalf was right. The black clouds that blocked out the sun could still be seen over Mordor and fires still burned. The feeling of approaching doom still hung in the air, and Aragorn knew that the war was not yet over. The small vibrations in the earth confirmed that thought.

"They're coming." Gandalf said as he took his gaze away from the horizon and back to Aragorn. "We must be prepared."

Aragorn obeyed the order and followed Gandalf to where the other men were. They told them the enemy was coming, that they needed to prepare themselves, but they left out the part that the Ring had already been destroyed. It was when every man was ready that the enemy came in sight.

There were many, too many for Aragorn's taste. They didn't have enough men to fight an army this large. Thousands upon thousands of orcs and Uruk-hai were approaching in waves of darkness. The mass of enemy soldiers sending shivers down the spines of the defending warriors of Middle Earth.

They were maybe thirty minutes into battle when Aragorn could hear several different horns being blown, their melody carrying over the battle and cheering the hearts of the men, giving them energy that they needed. One of the horns he recognized as that of the wood elves of Mirkwood. The others were unfamiliar to him. But what he did know was that they now had reinforcements.

He smiled. It looked like the elves had found some more help. It was when he spotted the new arrivals that he frowned at some of the creatures that were amongst them. He had never seen any of those creatures before. He wondered briefly where they had come from before once again focusing on the enemy in front of him.

The battle continued for hours. Both sides were losing numbers, but it was the dark side that was losing the most. The sudden reinforcement of elves and creatures had turned the tide of the battle. Suddenly all battles stopped as a dark figure arrived from the shadows of the sky. Everyone was flinching back from this figure and a silence crept over the lands. Even from a distance Aragorn could see the glowing red eyes of the figure and a fear like he had never felt before overtook him. It was only his determination to finish the battle that kept him stationary.

Suddenly a burst of flames lightened the lands in front of the dark figure. When the flames disappeared four little figures were seen standing there. Many gasps were heard.

"Gilmîr!" the shocked shout of Legolas was heard by all. He ran to the front, but froze in his tracks as the dark figure started to laugh.

"We meet again, Harry," the figure said welcomingly.

"Harry isn't my name! It's Gilmîr!" Harry/ Gilmîr shouted angrily.

"Your name doesn't matter to me. This is going to end." The dark figure said, its voice losing its welcoming tone.

Legolas was watching helpless and frightened for them. No one was moving, too frightened themselves to do anything. The three other figures that had appeared had moved in behind Gilmîr protectively, watching his back while his attention was on the dark figure.

"I won't let you hurt anyone else anymore." Gilmîr told him.

The dark figure laughed again. The sound sent shivers across the battlefield.

"And what about you?" he told the little elfling. Gilmîr frowned.

"Why should I be hurt? I have family and friends that loves me." The elfling said with slight confusion.

"You've forgotten so soon what was done to you?" The dark figure said with an evil smile.

"What was done to me?" Gilmîr repeated with a frown. He couldn't remember or maybe it was because he didn't want to remember it.

"Let me refresh your memory for you." The figure said.

Gilmîr's expression pained as everything that had happened came back. He sunk to his knees as repressed memories were brought forward in his mind. He fell to his knees and gripped his head as memories of his elven mother, the orcs and the light returned. His uncle's treatment of him, Voldemort's actions, his entire human life, all flashed through his mind in painful clarity.

"Gilmîr." Legolas shouted again, starting to run to his son.

"Stand back." The dark figure commanded.

Legolas froze in his tracks, whimpering in fright at the petrifying gaze he received from the figure. Tears were flowing down his face as he could do nothing to help his son.

"That's right." The figure laughed. "There is nothing you can do. This war is over and darkness has prevailed."

"This war isn't over yet, Tom or Sauron or whatever I should call you now." Gilmîr said in a whimpering voice.

"What? You think you can win? You? You can hardly stand. Look around you. Do you see anyone in shape to fight me?" Voldemort/Sauron said. Legolas looked at the battlefield and saw men and elves on their knees, tears in their eyes. Only a few were still standing, even the orcs were on the ground, bowing before their "Lord".

"They will soon be." Gilmîr said, tears falling down his face as he was about to reveal everything he had hold to himself.

With one last encouraging breath he stood up and started to tell his story, he told his audience everything. The effect was immediate. Hundreds of arrows were shot at Voldemort/Sauron; all caught alight by a mysterious white blue glow. Voldemort/Sauron was so surprised by this action he had no time to dodge. Elves and humans alike had felt the child's pain, pain caused by the figure before them all. There was no greater crime than to harm a child, and it was time that the people of Middle Earth taught this monster the consequences of such a deed.

In a burst of light he was vaporized. After that, all the other men continued the battle and took care of all the orcs. Legolas on the other hand had immediately run to his son and took him in his arms. Gilmîr burrowed into his father's shoulder, crying all the emotions out that were buried up inside him all this time.

It was now that his life as Gilmîr really started and that he could leave the name Harry Potter behind forever. After the battle was over all the wounded were taken inside the city of Minas Tirith to be healed. The dead warriors of Middle Earth were collected to be buried, the dead orcs were dragged off to be burned, and survivors were sent to the infirmary to recover.

A few days later Aragorn's coronation was held. A lot had happened in those few days. Dumbledore had to flee Middle-Earth again, because of an angry group of elves hunting him down. Other witches and wizards returned to their old world as well, but a few had decided to stay.

Among them were Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Bill, Charlie and Arthur Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. The centaurs and many of the house-elves stayed too.

On the day of the coronation some surprises were in store for Aragorn, mainly Arwen. Also there was the news that most of the elves would stay in Middle-earth. News had broken out that a lot of elflings would be born in about nine months.

Happiness and joy was returning to the lands. Gilmîr wasn't seen without being in his father's arms and this day wasn't any different. Only this day Gilmîr could look all princely for the first time he could remember. He wore silver robes similar to his father and a silver crown with gold highlighted in certain areas. His hair was perfectly straight and washed, hanging just under his shoulders. While the coronation took place he stood by his father's side holding his hand tightly, but once it was over he was once again in his arms.

Sirius stood beside his father and sister, ready to welcome Aragorn into the family. He knew that Aragorn and Arwen would be married soon, and therefore he would be able to play the protective brother, despite his size. Fred and George stood with their father and brothers, but once the elves left Minas Tirith, they would be heading to Imladris with Sirius. Elladan and Elrohir had become idols for the twin elflings and already their prankster minds were planning out what they could do.

The wizards and witches who had remained in Middle Earth were going to be staying in either Minas Tirith or Rohan. Once they became accustomed to their new home they would be able to travel. Remus would be travelling to Lothlorien with a few elves to take care of his "furry little problem". Lady Galadriel had sent a telepathic message to Lord Elrond about it and plans had then been made. Soon Remus would have no reason to fear the full moon.

It was a happy day and most of Middle-Earth had gathered in Minas Tirith. Elrond gave permission for him and Arwen to marry. All in all Middle-Earth was slowly rebuilding its self to its full glory.