Master Of Death

chapter two

Hello, I am here with the next chapter! Hopefully it meets your expectations :D Harry is officially in Rivendell now, and will be there for a few more chapters.

'thoughts'

"Eru Ilúvatar speaking"

*Parseltongue*

Beated by Verity Grahams and closetnightmares :)

Enjoy!

'A man will arrive with a choice to make. A man by the name of Harry Potter, he is from a world separate from our own and he will be bathed in shadow and death. He will hold the key to the light, but he has yet to choose to fight. If he fights, all against him shall fall by his blade. He will become a child of Rivendell. There he shall accomplish many great deeds. No matter which path he chooses; Elf and Man will find each other in the pits of despair.'

Lord Elrond groaned at Gandalf's stubbornness. Gandalf was infuriated that Lord Elrond was refusing to keep the Ring in Rivendell, however, he couldn't help but understand his reasoning.

"The Ring is powerful and dangerous, seeking to control and have dominion over all, man and elf alike. We cannot keep it here or we will risk bringing danger upon all of my kin. The only option is to destroy it." Elrond's words are sharp and Gandalf frowns, worry colouring his features.

"I understand, but who do you propose would be able to take the Ring to Mount Doom and cast it into the flames?" Elrond shook his head. There was one person that Elrond could think of and it was not certain they would do it. Their conversation is interrupted a moment later when one of Elrond's kin came, the elf bowing before him, then quickly straightening up to look Lord Elrond in the eye.

"I'm sorry to interrupt my Lord Elrond, Gandalf." He turned, bowing to the grey wizard. "There's a strange man at the entrance to Imladris, he says that his name is Harry, and he is insisting on speaking with you, my Lord."

Elrond nodded to the sable haired elf. "Very well Lindir. Take him to the west terrace, I think he shall need refreshment, I will meet him there momentarily."

Lindir bowed once more before leaving. "My Lord, I will have it so."

Elrond inclines his head slightly in acceptance, then turned back to Gandalf. He gave the wizard one last lingering look;

"I mean it Gandalf, the Ring cannot stay in Rivendell." His tone was firm and final leaving him in no doubt that his mind was made up.

Elrond turned on his heel and headed towards the west terrace. It had always been his favourite place to sit, the view of the valley was breathtaking; with the Bruinen just visible as it disappeared through the gorge where the last homely house sat, with a backdrop of the looming Misty Mountains. It seemed like a good place for him to meet this Harry Potter.

Harry POV

*Stop here, Harry. I cannot go any further. May we meet again, until then I will spread word of your kindness and your skill.*

I stopped walking, looking at the ford before me, on the opposite side was a narrow path that looked towards the awe-inspiring view ahead, I can only assume that this paradise is Rivendell, and it was a sight to behold.

*Thank you for leading me this far. You really don't need to tell others about me. Where do I go from here?*

*I shall do so regardless. They should know of the man who speaks in the tongue of snakes. May my kin be of service to you, whatever quest you choose and wherever you might be. Go across the Ford and follow the narrow path, it will take you to the gates of Rivendell. Ask to speak to the Lord Elrond for he is the master of that house.*