Hi, everyone : ) Recently I discovered my obsession with HPLOTR crossovers, but since the number of them was so disappointingly small (though there is a good number of really interesting ones) I decided to try my hand in this. Hope you'll enjoy it^^

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Rouling and Tolkien do.

Prologue

A lone cloaked figure walked down the trail towards the small village of Shire. It was obvious by the way it moved that this figure was familiar with the surroundings, that it was not the first time stranger went there.

The stranger was not tall or bulky, even with the cloak on you could tell that he was near five foot seven and with slender, lithe body. He was light, barely producing any sound with his steps.

A warm playful breeze swept down the pass roughing leaves on it's way, tugging on the silky black cloak of the stranger, playing gently with few long ebony strands of hair that were available falling from the hood on the strangers head.

He walked in a steady pace, calmly, neither slow nor in a hurry. His movements were incredibly graceful, but it was a fluid grace of a predator, feline grace. The stranger executed aura of power, strength and confidence, yet there was no arrogance or malice there. His aura was calm and soothing, almost gentle.

Delicate long fingered hand rose elegantly brushing loose locks behind his ear. A soft sigh escaped those tempting pink lips. He was almost there.

Half an hour later traveler stood on the hill overlooking ever green Shire with lots of cheerful hobbits running around. A small genuine smile made its way on his lips, he would meet his little friend very soon and in a few days Gandalf will arrive.

Stranger tipped his head back allowing his hood to fall revealing surprisingly young and very attractive face alight with myriads of emotions.

The wind that died down some time ago perked up and gleefully started running his hands through that long shiny silky locks. A figure stood there for some time before starting his track towards the village. His face devoid of any expression it may have had previously.

And only those mysterious viridian eyes continued to glow intensely, swirling with emotions, thoughts, memories. The beautiful unusual Avada Kedavra green eyes that were the only thing that identified this young man as Harry James Potter.

So, what do you think? I know others usually start with what happened in Harry's world, but somehow I felt that this is more suited for introduction, explaining will be in the next chapter. Hope you liked it, please review. Sincerely yours Eovin^^