Disclaimer; Anything that seems similar, like sleeping beauty references, Harry Potter stuff and LotR stuff, IS NOT MINE...Except this plot dat mine =3

Warnings; Character Death, Depression,

AN Update; If you haven't read C6 then you may notice that Harry/Beauty's name is now Hyari. I changed my mind about that and a couple of things. Please re-read so that things make sense :D

Chapter one

It was a strange, still day throughout Arda. There was little wind, it was neither warm nor cool. It was restless. There was a sense of purpose without a cause. The air was stagnant and unmoving. People of all races went about their day unknowing of the events occurring which would shape Middle-Earth forever.

In Imladris all of her occupants could feel the tension. The ring of power was in residence after all. Being around such a source of dark magic put them all ill at ease. There was not only the Elves but Dwarves, and Men and Hobbits from the great realms of Middle-Earth. They were gathered in the north courtyard which opened into the gardens full of winter flowers.

The council was gathered rightly dubbed 'The Council of Elrond'. Sat around a circular stone table which was covered in maps and parchment. A hazy light broke through the tree canopy and created a strange warm light for such dark foreboding proceedings. After some moments of waiting for the last members to arrive Lord Elrond took his place in front of the assembled to start the discussion.

"Welcome everyone. We are all here. Representatives of each race and each realm at threat from Sauron's forces, from all reaches of Middle-Earth. We are here to discuss the future of Sauron's source of power; the One Ring. Frodo please place it on the plinth."

The metallic ring from it's placing resonated through the still silence eerily. The atmosphere intensified and heckles rose. "This was what anchored Sauron to this world, this is his source of power. A golden ring. We must decide what to do with it."

A rustle and thud drew the attention of all as a hooded shadow stumbled through the undergrowth that bordered the courtyard. The emerging shadow swung around perusing their surroundings. "Ah, I am in the right place. Good." He mumbled, shrugging his bag further onto his shoulder.

All of those present had unsheathed their weapons the moment they heard the voice and were stood protectively around the ring. Lord Elrond himself had stepped forward and held his sword to the strangers neck.

The hooded being sighed, his timing sucked as usual. Oh, sword bad. Great way of getting the big scary tense people on side. He lifted a slim hand and pushed the razor-sharp sword away from his neck with a grimace. "Sorry to disturb you. This is the secret Council of Elrond, Lord of the Last Homely House, is it not? Good."

The new unexpected arrival leaned upon the table reading as many starred in awe at noticing his otherworldly glow. "I am here as an envoy from Valinor on behalf of the other members of the Valar. I decided to help you in your journey, for the sake of the balance of Middle-Earth. I am to equalize the balance for it has been leaning against you for far too long." He stated, distracted by estimating and assessing their plans.

The Grey Istari Gandalf stepped forward, staff in hand. "I have met the Valar and not one such as you. Who are you? How do we know you are who you say? You could be in disguise. Sauron has done it before." Hyari seemed impassive at his suspicion. "What say you, this is a private meeting. You were not invited."

Finally, Hyari turned casually pushing Elrond's sword away and walking toward the map table. "You have clearly forgotten much then Olorin. I awoke many moons ago but maybe you had already descended by then. I do not know. Manwe spoke of you however." He paused rereading something and comparing it to another. "For clarification; I am Hyari, Lord of Balance and Fortune. True owner of Valinor and the last remaining member of the ancient times. By the way Umbar is gone."

And thus Lord Elrond's careful planning was destroyed.