26I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own The Lord of the Rings.
Harry wasn't sure where he was, or if he actually was somewhere. It was dark, and not in the 'lack of light' way, but more in the 'lack of anything' way. He wasn't sure if he was standing or not, or if there was air, because he couldn't tell if he was actually breathing.
Ugh. He seriously hoped he hadn't died again.
He felt suddenly blinded, and just as quickly, left whatever place he had been in.
There was grass under his body, and he could feel he was… smaller. He opened his eyes, and all he could see were tall, dark trees. And dark sky. Oh, it must be night. And just where the hell were the normal stars? Because he could locate Sirius and Orion's Belt in a few seconds, and none of them were there.
He stood up, and, after a quick glance over himself, he noticed he was much closer to the ground than he used to be, which probably meant he had been shrunk. He was also only wearing pants that were pooling a bit at his ankles, no shoes, no shirt, and… oh, his charmed bracelet was still there. The inside of his left forearm had something that he could only describe as a tattoo of two wands, and, yes, of course they had to be the Elder Wand and his holly wand. Frowning, he decided to try the levitation spell on a few leaves, and was glad to note it meant he could do wandless magic. Or, at least, he didn't need to hold the wand in his hand.
Checking his surroundings, nothing seemed familiar.
Look for the elves. Your new kind, elfling.
He started at the voice in his head. It didn't sound or feel threatening as Voldemort's connection had felt, so he decided to listen to it. The problem was he did not know where he was, if the elves were anything like house elves.
Follow the path of the stars, Marcaunon.
He was pretty sure the thin line in the sky hadn't been there before, nor been there the flash of green light that went through it. Those two were enough to distract him from the name. Assuming correctly that the flash was going in the direction he should walk towards, he decided to start walking. After a couple of minutes, he cast a severing charm to the bottom of his pants, so at least walking was less of a hassle.
As he walked, he was aware he held all of his memories from the Wizarding World, and his previous life. This was weird, on a whole new level, but he didn't freak out when things didn't turn out as planned. He would not start now. Oddly enough, he felt as if all his worries had disappeared. No one knew his name, what he had done, and they also did not care. He could have a normal life here, or as normal as his life could get. He had yet to know the name of the place he was in, or the elves looked like.
He took count of the amount of days he had been traveling by foot. The voice had been helpful in finding water, and he had some food packed in his bracelet. That bracelet was amazing, and he was glad he'd had it. His Galleons had changed into a new shape of gold coins, only smaller, and the Sickles and Knuts had also been reshaped. He had yet to see a settlement, though he had seen groups of really ugly creatures that the voice had names orcs.
So far, he had been traveling a month and a half. The voice seemed to become quieter, in the way that it didn't speak to him as much as at the start.
This will be the end of your trip.
What did that even mean? Going back to England? Reaching whatever destination the voice had guided him to?
"Halt!"
Harry was startled, and his eyes went wide when he saw what seemed to be a soldier on a horse. He had to be an elf. The slightly pointy ears, and the beauty… sure, he had seen himself, but he was an elf kid. He wondered if he would grow up to be beautiful.
"Where are you going? Who are you?"
"I-I'm sorry, that lady's voice said this was the end of my trip, and I have been traveling for a while, and… I don't know where I am" Harry tried explaining, really hoping he didn't spark the rage of his race.
"Elrohir? Have you found anything? Father expects us for dinner" another elf, identical to the first one, appeared with his horse as well.
"You… you're elves, right?"
Their eyes narrowed at him, and he wasn't sure what to do, because they were the first of his kind that he encountered. He didn't know how they dealt with strangers, or strange kids.
"Aren't you a bit young to be out and so far from your home at this time?" the first one asked, Elrohir.
"I… I don't actually know my age, to be honest" Harry mumbled. He had the body of a ten or eleven-year-old, but he didn't actually know his age.
"Elladan… I think he…" the first elf dismounted, and Harry couldn't help but take a step back, preparing to bolt if necessary, "We won't hurt you"
"You're acting weird"
"No one ever asks if we are elves, little one, because everyone knows. However… you are young, and you seem to be alone around here. May I check you for any injuries or scratches?"
With a bit of hesitance, Harry nodded, and Elrohir started checking even under his hair. And behind his ears. A small gasp caught Elladan's attention.
"What?"
"You… you are an elfling, little one. How come you asked us…?"
"I wanted confirmation. The voice that led me here really did not say much more than that I was an elfling, and that I was to travel following the trail of the stars and the green light" Harry pouted. Elladan dismounted, and let out a soft cooing sound at him. Harry gave him a glare.
"You look like a kitten. Do you have a name, little one?"
"The voice called me Marcaunon. Or Ionmel, because it said it depended on whether I met an elf or a wizard first. And I am not that little"
"You are a cutie. We have not had an elfling in a long time, the last one was our sister, Arwen" Elladan smiled, "It is rather late for us to be out. Orcs like darkness, and we cannot risk you, little one"
Harry shuddered at the mention of orcs, which had the twins narrowing their eyes.
"Come, ride with me"
"No, he will ride with me"
"I found him"
"I'm not a pet!" Harry protested.
"Of course you are not, little one" Elrohir said in a tone that was obviously meant to just appease Harry. Or Marcaunon. Ugh. He better get used to his new name, "Come, little one" and for all his dislike of being called 'little', Harry went to Elrohir, who gave a smug smile at his brother, who was pouting, and Harry swore he heard something about telling their father about it.
Their ride was a bit longer than what Harry initially thought, and his tiredness greater than what he thought, because he fell asleep after the first hour of riding. Elrohir muttered something that he could not quite understand, but it was soothing, and he found it hard to resist the sleep that was creeping up to him.
When he woke up, he was on a heavenly bed in a mostly silver-and-white room, with some pale green in some places. It was very relaxing, even though he was pretty sure the place was something akin to a hospital wing. Seeing he was alone, and that he felt stronger, Harry stood from the bed, and went to the balcony, where he could see a pretty garden. This place was magical, and not necessarily because of the new world and the feeling of magic coming from everywhere. It was beautiful, and it was relaxing, and it felt like home.
He saw several other elves walking around in the garden, and he giggled, which caught their attention, and they seemed shocked. He blushed in embarrassment, and ran back inside the hospital wing. Seconds later, the twins came in, with a man that held enough resemblance to them that Harry could deduce he was their father.
"I am happy you are awake, little one. My name is Elrond, and I am the Lord of Rivendell, which is where you are now. How are you feeling?"
"Good! But why were the other elves so shocked? I was at the balcony… am I not supposed to giggle?"
"Ah, I am afraid their shock is not about your giggle, son. Elflings are rare. We are immortal unless we choose a mortal life, but it comes at a price. Our natality is low. We treasure our younglings. This brings me to my next question. Where are your parents? Do you live in a settlement close to Rivendell?"
"My parents died when I was one year old" Harry muttered, "I… I am eighteen. Or I was. I… I can't explain it properly. Because I was in an abyss for a while, until I woke up in a forest, and a voice guided me here. Not here, like, to this room, but when my trip was supposed to end, Elrohir found me" he looked at Elrohir, who gave him a soft smile, and then at Elladan, who was giving him pretty much the same smile.
"I see. The Valar showed me some snippets with an unknown elf, but I never imagined this. Welcome to Middle Earth, and, more precisely, to Rivendell, dear… have you been named?"
"The voice called me Marcaunon. Or Ionmel" Harry said.
"A Maiar name" Elrond hummed, "Which one do you prefer?"
"I… my name was neither. I am used to being called Harry. But I can use Marcaunon, if you prefer that. My previous name does not… fit. But if you like another one, I can adapt" it was more on the line of 'I hate what my previous name implied', but he was not about to just blurt out everything. At least not yet. And he truly did not mind getting a new name, especially from people that were being incredibly nice and caring.
"Welcome to our family, Elenion's. Your new older brothers will be in charge of most of your education. You are the only reason they would stay at home, anyway"
"Great!"
And Marcaunon, now Elenion, was taken in as the third son, and the fourth child, of Elrond, a thousand years before Aragorn set foot in Rivendell.
