Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter. Only the plot. I swear I’m not making a

New begginings.

Harry Potter cried out once more as the piece of leather came down across his back, the little boy was only four years old. This was not the first time, however it would be the last. His old shirt was tattered, His black hair had changed and it had upset Vernon to do this too him.

“Now boy until it goes back to black, you won’t leave here or eat. And I’ll be visiting you every night.” Vernon shouted slapping his nephew across the face “Now I have to go to work I want no freaky business.” He shouted and turned and slammed the door.

Harry whimpered once more and fell unconscious. As the pain continued to run through his body. His arms and legs were still tied and he knew injuries, including a large cut on his chest, burns on his hands and face.

Lord Elrond of Rivendell stood outside the house. Some how he had crossed worlds and ended up here. He took a quick look around and felt pain, fear, and despair coming from a house with a number four on it. The elf lord walked over and went into the house. He followed the feelings to a cupboard.

He looked in, there was a boy curled into a ball with ropes around his wrists and ankles. The clothes were to big, the back of the shirt was ripped and dried blood was caked all over the shirt and face.

Elrond knelt down and picked up the small child. He saw a stuffed animal and picked it up and wrapped the child in a blanket. “Lets leave this place hên.” Elrond ordered walking into the portal that had brought him there.

Quickly he made his way to his chambers and lay the boy down. “Hmm, you and Estel will get a long fine.” He said thinking of his two year old foster child.

Using a knife he cut away the restraints. Then he picked the glass out of the boys head and the beautiful dark blond hair. Using the same knife Elrond cut off the shirt and began to rub healing salves in them. One went from his shoulder down the boys back to the opposite hip. There were many lash marks and burns. “You’ll have the scars forever.” He said in a soft voice.

The child’s face also had a large scar running from the outside tip of his left eyebrow down his face and ended at his cheek. With a few eleven charms Elrond corrected the child’s eyes and mended the broken bones before splinting and wrapping them.

“You’ll have a long road ahead of you, but I’ll help you through.” Elrond vowed before going to check on Estel.

Three days later Harry woke up his arms and legs felt stiff as did his chest but there was little to no pain and his vision was perfect without his glasses. He looked around to see a stern looking man in the doorway.

“Good morning hên.” Elrond greeted with a smile, Harry twisted his head in confusion.

“I’m not a chicken sir.” He replied raising his stiff arms to ward off the blow that was sure to follow. Elrond growled.

“Relax child, you’ll never return to those people. You’ll stay here. Hên is the word for child” Elrond informed “I’ll take care of you and Estel and you.” Elrond said giving Harry a bowl of fruit “Go ahead and eat, that is what food is for.”

Harry carefully pulled out a piece of red fruit and took a bite. After eating a few pieces he was full and took a sip of water. Elrond handed him a goblet.

“Drink it, you’ll feel better.” Elrond said “Child can I touch you?” He asked.

Harry looked surprised no one ever asked permission before “Yes s s sir.” He stuttered.

Elrond smiled and slowly letting the child see his hand he raised it and ran his fingers through the child’s hair “You’ve very fine blond hair.” He commented, he gave a sad smile as he felt the child flinch away and then lean into the touch. Truly craving this.
“Child what is your name?” Elrond asked continuing to stroke the head.

“Harry Potter sir.” Harry replied leaning into the elf lords hand. “Sir I have black hair.”

“Well Harry Potter you need a name for your new home.” Elrond explained “No one in middle earth has a name like that. You’ll need an elf name and a human name.” He thought for a minute “Cináed for your elf name, and your human name Ares.” The elf Lord looked at the boy with this new disclosure of information “Indeed young one. It is blondish brown now” Commenting on the changing hair colors “Cináed this is Estel,” Elrond explained showing the four year old the younger two year old, that was sound asleep in his bed. “His mother dropped him off here for me to raise after his father died. I’m sure you two will get a long well.” Elrond explained “Now I have two sons Elohir and Elladan they are twins and my daughter Arwen.”

Ares nodded his head “Sir what do I call you?” He asked drawing his knees into his chest while Elrond continued to stroke his head. Elrond continued to stroke Cináed’s hair.

“Adar will do my child.” Elrond replied placing Ares on his bed, and climbing in beside him and falling asleep with Estel and Cináed beside him on the bed.

Years past for Cináed and Estel. Estel of course did not have Cináed’s bad memories, and would have nightmares or flashbacks. Elrond would come and comfort Cináed.