Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Year 422 of the First Age
Power and Healing
It had been snowing, it had been snowing for quite sometime now. Though releastically this wasn't a surprise for the land of Himring. However, what would've made any elf or man do a complete double take would be the site of a cheap looking tent that sat on the mountains overlooking the March of Maedhros and centered over the Gap of Maglor. Though what none could possibly perceive at first glance or even really look at was that a cheaply pitched tent hanging in the wind had in fact been warded to withstand not onyl a nuclear explosion but also was spelled to block out the eyes of even the Valar. Yes folks, this piece of cheap looking cloth was actually home to a powerful elf wizard and was in reality a wooden luxury lodge on the inside.
What could he say, after years of living in the middle ages Harry/Lomion liked his comforts. Especially when said comforts involved the modern conveniences muggles had come up with during the last 400 yrs of his former mortal life. I mean seriously who would say no to a fridge connected water dispenser, heated toilets, and sensor based hot tubs! Not him that's who! Well no matter what he did somethings couldn't be copied. Sigh he would forever miss Amazon delivery but oh well. Anyway it had been 4 months since Harry/Lomion left Gondolin that night. He had been flying for 3 days straight to Himring before finally pitching his tent and getting a goodnight's rest in his soft bed. One of the perks of his new elven body was that he didn't need much sleep. He had left Gondolin at the beginning of fall and it was now reaching into early January of the new year which was perfect because it was almost time for Harry's plans to start moving. He certainly had not been idle during these last few months in Himring, well aside from his first week where he was nothing but a lazy couch potato. Don't judge, you would too if you had the chance. It was actually during that time that Lomion was able to confirm some of his knowledge from the book and what he was dealing with in reality. It actually turned that there where some details were the same others were slightly different. Some of that information being:
1. All the sons of Feanor were still in their book based holdings.
2. Maedhros had actually only been held captive by Morgoth for 10 yrs rather than nearly 30. I mean it was still horrible but take what you can get right?
3. The twins were both okay. No lightly toasted Amrod which made Harry faint the first time he read that in the book. Sorry but Tolkien could be quite the gory git with some of his writings.
4. His grandfather had in fact still banned Quenya, which was downright idiotic but he would get into that later.
5. Morgoth was indeed in Utumno with the Silmarills and apparently this "Doom of the Noldor" was in reality some kind of bad luck curse held together by Mandos.. yeah no. NOT FOR LONG!
6. Sauron was apparently nowhere to be seen. Maedhros had told his brothers that after his rescue he had never actually seen Sauron in Angband, and the angry yells from the other orcs made it seem like he had just up and vanished before they even arrived in Beleriand.
That last bit of info had actually sent Harry/Lomion's mind for a whirl but once he actually calmed down he realized it wasn't really relevant to his current plans. He had 33 yrs before the Dagor Bragollach happened and he was going to be damn sure that psychopathic pervert with the sparkly crown didn't keep his sparkles for much longer. Half of his time these last 4 months was spent actually scouting Angband through the air on his broom. Surprisingly enough it wasn't that hard for him to gather information, find out where all the prisoners were held, and ascertain Morgoth's precise location in the fortress. His spells and cloak proved completely effective and at one point he had let himself get caught by an orc scout just to test out his obliviate spells. They had worked perfectly, and this fun new fact left so much wiggle room in his devious little mind. (There's a reason I tagged Harry is a little shit😇).
With that issue handled the rest of his time was actually spent stalking his cousin Maedhros. ....
...okay he knows how that sounds but he certainly wasn't doing it for anything weird. It was just as awkward for Lomion to stalk his 3rd favorite character from his childhood book and then have to remind himself that this was in fact his cousin. No, he was stalking Maedhros to find out his routine and find out when he could slip him a little something.
AGAIN! Not for anything weird!...well unless you count slipping your cousin who you've never met a skele-grow potion to regrow his missing hand, a super strong Renervate potion that would heal all his scars, and a newly fashioned potion called "Heart of the Lion" that was created by his best friend Hermoine for the purpose of healing all mental scars.
Then okay you could call him weird but his point still stood! He was trying to learn when he could slip all 3 potions to Maedhros at once before they took effect so he could high tail it out of there faster than you could say quidditch. Yeah he seriously doubted his brothers or his soldiers for that matter were going to be reasonable after seeing what obviously looked like a poisoning at first site. He had enough to deal with just making the dang medicines. Bloody hell the skele-grow had been a nightmare to brew!! Let's just say he had to more than once transfigure a chair into a Blackjack to keep those stupid snapping cabbages from nipping him!! No wonder Madeye Moody always said that potion tasted like Goblin piss if it was that much of a nightmare to make! Ugh. He certainly felt bad that he had to make Maedhros drink that but it was for his own good. He'd thank him later.... maybe.... if his brothers didn't go bonkers first. This family seemed to have a tendency towards theatrics and overexagerrating 😓.
Through his observations though he quickly found that Maedhros tended to have a glass of wine after he came back from patrols at the crack of dawn. Which he just so happened to be doing today. That gave Harry/Lomion about 8 hrs to pull off his plan to steal the silmarrils. He especially wanted to do this now in winter when Morgoth's forces were limited in movement due to the snow, such limitations also applying to his walking furnaces the Balrogs. His scouting had revealed that they certainly did not like the snow or any bodies of water for that matter. Pfftt hahaha that gave him ideas. It was with that final thought in mind and witnessing Maedhros take off from the fortress that Harry/Lomion changed into a Saker Falcon and blasted straight for Angband.
He had arrived at the gates of the fortress within an hour and quickly shifted back into an elf, wearing his invisibility cloak. As he stood at the gates and conjured his broom he really did see why people thought this place was evil incarnate. The whole place was steeped in evil and nothing grew as far as the eye could see. However, while this would certainly be disconcerting for most elves, his was the soul of an over 600 yr old wizard that had seen the horrors of dark magic first hand. This is just one of his many challenges and his title of Master of Death certainly raised his endurance to dark forces over the years. These were his thoughts as he kicked and flew into Utumno through an open window. It was then that the sun's rays no longer reached and now he could only rely on all the stealth spells he knew. Before his arrival he had cast an endless array of "Silencio", "Muffliato", "Notice-me-not", and "Confringo" spells. He flew through the halls quietly dodging every orc and umaia that passed him. Then he reached the spiral staircase that looked like a hole descending to hell. This hole would take him to Morgoth and he was heading straight for him.
He nosedived down the hole only silently pulling up when he was near the bottom.
There were two hallways one on the left and one on the right. He knew from his previous scouting that the dungeons were down the corridor on the right while Morgoth's chambers were on the left. That was convenient since when he was done with Morgoth he would head straight for the prisoners. As he silently stepped up to the door at the end of the corridor on the left he suddenly heard a large boom! An umaia was coming! He quickly jumped on his broom and floated up, invisible to all. He waited and then saw the umaia open the door to Morgoth's chambers. He took his chance and silently slid inside. What he saw when he was in made all the stories he had heard of Morgoth slam to the forefront of his mind. One fact was certainly true, this B***** was certainly not pretty. He looked like a skulkor from one of those horror movies. He honestly looked...almost sick? He was dark of course but it's almost like his skin was chipping off and his eyes were almost skeleton like but putting his looks aside Harry/Lomion looked up and saw his prize shining on that ugly crown.
The Silmarills
He knew he couldn't play around with this.
He knew he had to be serious and serious he would be.
So as the umaia approached Morgoth and Harry/Lomion was still unnoticed by all he reached inside himself. He reached inside his very fea, his magic core, and the essence of his magic. In a moment as fast as lightening his hair changed.
It changed from its midnight black to a starlight white.
His eyes that were his father's black shone and changed to an emerald green. The color of an emerald grass field. His eyes shone brighter than the precious stone itself.
He had called on the power of the Deathly Hallows.
He had called on his Power as the Master of Death.
And once that power had reached it's peak he shouted his spells.
"Petrificus Totalus"
"STUPIFY"
BAMB!!! CRACK!!!! BOOM!!!
The fortress of Angband had shook and the source of that shock had been none other than the collapsing forms of both Morgoth and the umaia. Harry/Lomion had done it. He wasted no time! He zoomed straight for Morgoth and "Accio'd" the three silmarills right to him once he was close enough. Now you're all probably thinking, that's it right, he can just leave and it's all over right.
Yeah, no.
Morgoth had seen him, seen his magic, and knew that there was someone out there that could do this to him. He would never stop hunting him and that would pretty much be the end of any hopes for a vacation in this immortal life. If he took the Silmarills now and let the whole world know, he potentially posed the risk of eliminating sweet Elrond from ever being born or hello Aragorn! Nope, that was not happening and Harry Potter now Maeglin Lomion was not stupid. No, he was not that naive 17 yr old boy that survived off sheer dumb luck! He was a 666 yr old wizard who had perfected his craft and he was about to use it! In a blink he had summoned the Elder wand and aimed it high casting an area wide Obleviate and sleeping spell. He then grabbed his pack and pulled out 3 large stones.
3 large shining stones.
Yup, before coming to Angband he had crafted and transfigured 3 ordinary gems into FAKE SILMARILLS! Fake silmarills that would act as a replacement for the real silmarills he now placed inside a red/gold pouch with the Gryffindor sigil on it. He quickly got to work on placing the fakes on Morgoth's crown and adjusting all the residents of Angband's memories, even Morgoth, to believing nothing had happened and their soon to be missing prisoners had already escaped around the same time as Maedhros.
Speaking of Maedhros this whole endeavor had taken over 4 hrs. He had to get back and save those prisoners (with a handy carry-on mass transport port key) before it was too late to drug his cousin. Bloody hell that sounded wrong.
It was on that note Harry mounted his broom and zoomed out of the Dark Vala's halls without anyone ever knowing he was there.
By the time Harry made it out of the fortress he had 2 hrs left to spare before Maedhros was due back and it was on passing his tent that he noticed something.
Something was off about these shiny rocks and he had a bad feeling he knew why.
He quickly headed inside his tent and pulled out the Gold/red pouch. As soon as the stones came popping out and as soon as they shined their light at Harry/Lomion he knew what was wrong.
How could he have not seen it....
All the signs were there.....
The obsession, the misery, and the aggressive behavior.....
These stones were a horcrux or at least a half-crux?
The book had mentioned that Feanor refused to give the stones because he said it would end him.....he wasn't exagerrating. These stones had pieces of Feanor's fea in them. That bloody idiot must have accidentally put the best parts of himself in them when he made them?!!! Gasp!! So that was why Feanor couldn't come back till Dagor Dagorath!!! It wasn't because of his mistakes it was because Namo couldn't heal him!! They needed Eru's help to undo this damage. Ugh those idiots!!!! Why couldn't they have just said that??!!! Wait a minute why didn't they fix him when they had all the stones? Ugh too many questions and frankly he didn't wanna deal with this right now.
He knew what he had to do and no it didn't involve breaking the stones. He was gonna do something way better. Though he's probably gonna pass out for a few days after using all this magic but oh well. So once more Harry/Lomion summoned the power of the Master of Death but this time, aside from the same physical change as before, something more profound happened Harry/Lomion started to glow green, an emerald green, and in a voice filled with power he said:
"Hear my call poor soul trapped within"
"Hear my authority and heed me"
"Wronged you have been"
"And Wrong you have Wrought"
"Though regret and pain I feel in thee"
"The past is past but the future is yours"
"A second chance I give thee"
"I AM THE MASTER OF DEATH"
"And I set you free"
"I set you free grand-uncle, because I'd every much like to know you"
FLASH!!!!!💫💫💫💫💫💫💫
Light exploded and from the stones 3 tiny prinprick silver lights came out. They almost seemed to be...on fire? Oh Harry/Lomion knew what they were. They were the pieces of Feanor's fea. Hahah he did it, he got them out! Harry quickly gazed down and saw that the gems still held the light of the trees! Yes, now all that was left was to get the soul pieces back to Feanor and he knew exactly who could do it. For the last time today Harry pulled out the Elder Wand and cast with all his might
"Expecto Patronum"
With those words a flash of silver iridescent light rose from Harry/Lomion's wand and out came his beautiful Prongs. His life long friend and the incarnation of all his joy in both his lives. "Hello old friend" he said as Prongs lovingly rubbed his nose on his palm "I've got a job for you, see those little lights over there. We'll it's time for them to go back to their owner. Think you can do that for me?" Of course it was not really much of a question as Prongs eagerly gathered the lights in his antlers and carried them off into the night and towards their true owner.
Alright that's done, now all that's left is to poison....erm I mean heal Maedhros and I've got..30 MINUTES LEFT??!!! QUEEN ELIZABETH'S GHOST!!! AHhhHH!!!
Well the posioning...erm 😅 treatment went as well as could be expceted.
Harry/Lomion had barely managed to get there with a few minutes to spare via apparition. He had appeared in Maedhros's office as a Saker Falcon with a letter and the pouch tied to his ankle. While Maedhros did look at him with suspicion at first he must have figured I was from his brother Celegorm or something as he simply huffed and proceeded to drink his spiked drink.
Now that I'd confirmed he drank the thing I proceeded to very quickly hop myself towards the window when I heard him read the letter out loud.
Dear Nelyafinwe Maitimo,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. In the pouch is something that has long belonged to your family and I hope it brings you peace to have them once again. Though please know that it is beyond imperative your possession of them remain top secret. Seriously, this cannot get out otherwise the consequences are too dire to speak of. On another note there are probably alot of former thralls heading for your brother's territories right now. Please do not be alarmed that was my doing and the enemy isn't going to know they are gone or retaliate, I've ensured it. Also, you might want to think about making fire proof armor, just a suggestion though.
On one last note please try to remain calm for the next few hours. I promise what you're feeling isn't going to kill you, hurt you, and will actually help you though you will probably be quite surprised. Though you may probably hate me during the next few hours. I do apologize in advance for that.
Sincerely,
A friend of the 7 pointed star, and your family
Maedhros stared at the paper for a few seconds before he turned to me with a gobsmacked look and then proceeded to crash to the floor in a loud yell of pain.
Oh Dear...
Seems like the skele-grow has started to work. Yup time for him to leave. Harry/Lomion then proceeded to crash through the window and towards his tent at his top speed of 200 mph. He could swear he could hear yelling and shouting behind him as he flew away.
By the time Harry/Lomion landed at his tent and crashed in his bed he had felt the song of the world had changed.
The oath of Feanor was gone!