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Disclaimer: I forgot about this for all my other stories and chapter, so let in now be known that this Story is based off the fantastic works of both J.K Rowling and J.R.R Tolkien. I own nothing save for sections of the plot which have been formed using my own immense brainpower.



Yes I know, I'm on a bit of a role this Weekend, with two chapter in one day. I made a promise to myself that I would finish this by the time I went to bed.



So here it is I hope you enjoy.



Thanks to all those who reviewed last chapter. Those reviews were the motivation I needed to get off my lazy ass and type up this one.



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Chapter 8-The rise of an Empire-Part Two



Harry looked over as Darius performed various forms which were designed to increase the potency and the balance of the fighter.

He was doing remarkably well, only ten years into the apprenticeship; he had already surpassed many if not all his other soldiers, including his Captains and Generals, with the exception of himself and Bellatrix.

Flipping through the air Darius performed an athletic movement and ended with his preferred weapons, twin long daggers, pointed backwards in a stabbing motion.

"Very good my apprentice" he congratulated warmly. Harry was by no means a cruel Master; however he had certain expectations, which had to be met in order to survive under his instruction.

It had been as slow ten years, but it had eventually come to an end, soon Darius would leave his teachings and go solo for he had received an offer off a high ranking general in the army to be his Captain. Harry had eventually agreed to this but knew in his heart that it wouldn't last. It wasn't that he didn't have confidence in Darius's abilities, it was that he thought the position not good enough for his apprentice, once Darius became fed up he would be waiting with a place for him in his inner circle, where only those who he trusted the most resided.

There were currently only five of the ten positions filled, and this included himself, it was hard you see, for a position was not given easily, an Elf had to display abilities up and beyond those of everyone else to even be considered worthy of such an honour and then they had to come out top of that select group, no, not an easy task.

He had acquired two additional members in the past ten years, both amazingly able in many arts of combat. First there was Eltima, who was a Master of the spear, deadly and accurate she could slay beast of great proportion with ease, in addition to this she was also a great tactician with a great strategic mind. As well as Eltima there was also Anthon, a loyal friend of Harry's from just after the initial battle, he was Masterful with a short bow, a weapon, not quite as deadly as the longbow of Bella but much lighter and easier to carry, in addition to this he also utilised a unique round shield which had three arcs cut out of it, he used this alongside a single medium sized dagger which easily killed any who were unfortunate to getting its way.

"I will miss you Master" the voice of Darius cut though his musings.

"As will I, you won't be going far though Darius, no further than a few miles around the perimeter of the city at the most, I still feel that it is a waist of your talents" Harry muttered.

"I shall return and when I do I expect a spot to be open for me in your inner circle" Darius stated with a smirk. Harry opened his mouth but no sound escaped from it. The presumptuous little shit Harry sighed.

"I was that obvious huh?" he asked. Darius nodded with a huge grin on his face.
"It might not have been so obvious if you hadn't muttered "I want him for my inner circle" under a minute ago" Darius said laughing. Harry frowned, however he couldn't hold his face straight for long and before he knew it he had also started to chuckle heartily.

Minutes later when their laughter had subsided Harry embraced Darius in a manly hug, still holding back slightly, but much more firm than the one they shared in front of his Mothers house ten years previous that this moment.

"I will miss you Darius, take care of yourself ok?" Harry asked. Darius nodded and gave another cheesy grin.

"I'll be back before you know it Master" he shouted cockily back as he bolted from the room. When the training room was once again empty Harry sighed, it was over, he had done his best with him and had come up trumps, and yes Harry thought he will make a fine addition to my inner circle, a fine addition indeed.

Thinking back to the last sixty years at the slowly developing fortress Harry smiled, many things had transpired in that time and he had only aged slightly in the face from when he was sixteen back on Earth.

His own skills had increased many times over, becoming more aggressive and powerful as the years went by. His stamina was incredible and his skill with a sword was famed throughout the entirety of Middle Earth, due to many raids on smaller strongholds he had participated in.

And then there was his magic, it had increased significantly also and now was a force which could bring both happiness and death.

It was a different style of magic than what was utilised on Earth, however it was much more powerful, some of the things he could do would totally rip wizards like Voldemort or Dumbledore to shreds if he attacked them.

As his control grew so did his understanding of the sacred art, there was no set-down spells which could be learnt, it was instead pure unaltered magic straight from the body, capable of killing thousand if it so wished.

He was careful to never let go in any battle situation unless it was looking dire, and so far it had never looked like they would need the extra help.

So far though the Night Elves had declined offering Military aid to the War, they just weren't able to at this point, what with the building of the Walls and the fortifications of their land, coupled with the protection of their borders from frequent parties of Orcs ranging in number from a couple of hundred to a couple of thousand, it just wasn't possible and Harry was disinclined to weaken his Geographical position in Middle Earth at that moment in time for a war which didn't directly effect them.
The population of his race had also increased significantly, with the number now close to doubling that of its Original total, they were slowly becoming a central part of Middle Earth.

And then there was another plus which he could now add to the pile of positive situations. The Night Elven Smiths and builders had finally reached a stage in their skill where they could successfully continue the building of the walls without the assistance of the Dwarves.

This led to the Dwarves being offered riches, which his people had obtained from the nearby mountains, in thanks for their work, they took this with pleasure, however refused to abandon the project half complete, and so it was that half their numbers were now constantly changed every few years in order that not only one set of Builders did all the work, it was coming along spectacularly.

And then there was Bella, how he loved her, her smile laugh, but most of all it was her personality, still darker than his own she had a short fuse which was attached to a hell of a lot of dynamite, not literally of course. She had also developed over the years and also had a reputation with the Longbow like he did the sword, he was proud of her for more than this though. He was proud of her for changing for him, for her people it was something which he would thank her for forever.

And then there was the army, vast it was too, with over eighty percent of the overall population being able to ride into battle at a moments notice, his ranks had been bolstered to just over fifteen thousand horsemen while Bella's was well over fifty, add this to many more thousand sunder the command of his other commanders like Eltima and Anthon, and he had an army to be proud of.

They fought unlike any other army in the entirety of middle Earth, vicious in the kill but friendly everywhere else the Night Elves soon were recognised as superior fighters than the rest of the races, and he was proud of it. His thoughts were interrupted as Eltima entered the room in evident haste.

"My Lord come quick, you must see this!" she called as she came nearer, it was large hall and she obviously had no time to travel its entire length.

Sensing the anxiety in her voice had quickly fell into step behind her as she led him out of the hall and out across the courtyard. He was surprised to see men and Women running in all directions, following the line of a soldier's step he let his gaze fall on a gathering contingent of armoured Elves, they were mounted and at their lead sat Bella on a great Black steed, bow upon her back and sword at her hip, she looked an amazing sight, which was only perfected by the tall staff which hung from a sheath on her horse, when she saw him heading over to her she rode up to him at speed.

"What's wrong Bella?" he asked quickly as she drew near.

"We're under attack, out scouts reported a force which has already slain some of the outlying villages coming this way, they are fifteen thousand in number" she informed him in the rush. Thinking quickly he came to a decision.

"Bella say here and protect the city if it's a diversion, I'll lead out my troops and meet them head on, there's no point in even getting them get near the city, we have to protect the civilians to the best of our ability" he ordered.

Bellatrix new better to argue with him on this point so she just nodded her head in confirmation, before she could turn away Harry spoke once more. "How many have they killed so far Bella?" he asked. Bellatrix hesitated for a second before replying.
"Three thousand Harry, they were defenceless and didn't stand a chance" she informed him.

Growling once Harry let out a sharp whistle which resonated in the air, moments later his horse, which put even Bella's to shame came galloping into the courtyard, without pause he swung onto its back and rode away in the direction of the massing Elven Cavalry.

Being fully armed from his training session with Darius was in this instance an advantage for it saved valuable time. They were ready to depart less than ten minutes later, with a host of over ten thousand riders and a very pissed Harry who wanted to kill something before he decided to do something very stupid such as make a direct assault on the Dark Tower without help.

"Form up!" he called to the assembled riders, immediately they formed into lines of great length, the idea was to space out the enemies archers so that they were a less obvious target.

Looking behind him he smiled at the other two thousand which he had drawn aside, even in his pissed off state of mind, he was not stupid enough to go ridding off into a head on battle against a large force.

"I want a full frontal attack on the enemy lines, occupy them long enough for me to lead in a separate attack into their flanks, I'm proud of you all, may the Valar be with you" He shouted over all the noises from the horses.

And with that he rode off once more, fully confident that the main part of the army was capable of leading themselves, besides they did have Eltima with them if they needed guidance.

From the top of a steep hill Harry and his two thousand troops watched as two large armies charged one another, one of them, which was unmistakably the Night Elven army, was moving over twice the speed of the others and hen the collision came the front line of the enemy was smashed to pieces. Harry watched as his faithful men rode through the enemy ranks like scissors cutting paper, it was an inspiring sight and roused him to take action.

"Charge!" he called, letting his voice magnify with his magic so that it could be heard by all.

They set off, gathering dust as they did so, they trotted and then that progressed into a medium sprint, until at last their horses were pushing to the limit in a tidal wave of death and destruction.

Harry alone was at the forefront of the charge, his horse a great distance from his comrades.

When he came up close to the enemy he raised his hand and out of it burst of white light which blinded the enemy temporarily, but in that moment of confusion he had hit the enemy lines, power blazing abut him, he dealt death to any who crossed his path. Seconds later the remaining force of his army hit also, causing panic and devastation to their foes.

Moving forward Harry beheaded an Orc with a single slice of his blade, he then snapped the neck of another using his magic to enhance his strength to levels beyond comparison.

Dismounting he ducked as a frenzy of deadly blows was rained down upon him by an advancing Orc; he smartly stepped to the side to dodge another swipe and ended the creatures life with a sharp nut of his head.

He moved into the centre of the fighting, and met up with Eltima, there they fought together in a style which left them almost immune o the enemies around them. Their movements were so synchronised that it looked more like a dance of death rather than a fight.

The battle raged on around them and at long last Harry's control snapped, fusing his sword with Magic he lashed out at the nearest Goblin causing it and about ten others to go flying away over the heads of the fighting armies below.

There was silence as this new revelation sunk in, and then the battle continued at a higher level than before.

Those around Harry cheered in challenge to their foes as they advanced forward with the intent to kill them all.

Harry ducked as another blow headed his way and then quickly spun round to jam his blade under the chin of a particularly vile looking Orc.

Eltima was once again at his side as she jabbed out with her intricately crafted spear, causing heavy losses, he saw her break free from him for a second, but in that moment she had thrust her spear through four enemies at once, effectively skewering them.

Harry went on the attack once more as bodies fell in waves around him, he threw out his hand and a pillar of light crashed into a nearby group of Orcs, they all died instantly. Smiling in grim satisfaction Harry turned in time to swipe at the torso of another Orc before ducking out of the deadly path of another blade, drawing out a long dagger and ramming it through his opponents' ear right into his head.

The Orc died instantly but Harry didn't noticed because he was too busy killing the next Orc foolish enough to challenge him.

Eltima growled as her spear was broken in half; she had had it more than ten years now and if truth be told had grown quite attached to the weapon.
Saving her depression till later she withdrew a small knife from her boot and then used it to savagely slash her next enemy's throat, she wasn't out of the game yet, not by a long shot.

Cries filled the air as both Orc and Elf alike fell to each other. Only Harry and Eltima remained uninjured, dispatching several times more than one hundred between them.

The battle raged on, but in the end...it was inevitable.


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They rode back into the City to a roar of Noise, all around them people cheered as their brave warriors returned; today the policies regarding the War were almost certain to change.

It was later that Night when Harry and several of his Generals, which included other Captains not including his inner circle, sat discussing their next course of action.
"What was the death toll Anthon?" Harry asked warily.
"Including the losses suffered before the battle they total five thousand my Lord, two thousand in the actual battle and three thousand before it started, these aren't specific numbers for it will take a few day to..."
"Yes thank you Anthon but those details are not needed for this particular meeting; in essence it all comes down to two options, we either continue to build up our defences or we declare War on Mordor, the way I se it War is now inevitable which ever option we choose" Harry addressed the others.
"Or we could continue to build up our defences but also start to actively fight in the war, If we do that then we are the best prepared, because let's face it, if Sauron chose to attack us at the present time then we wouldn't stand a chance, we will have little to no fortifications until the outer walls are built, and then we still have to prepare other defences like a keep and things of that nature" offered Eltima, it was now when her battle organised brain came in handy. Harry nodded in agreement as did the rest of those present.
"All in favour of the suggestion laid down By Elite Commander Eltima sat aye!" Harry called to the table.
"Aye!" echoed the voices of everyone present.

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It was even later that Night when Harry and Bellatrix lay by each others side in bed, they were both awake and holdings hands, just thinking over the events of that day. It was Bella who broke the silence.

"You fought well today Harry" she praised. Harry smiled in thanks, however he knew what she was hinting at, and he knew her too well not to know.

"Don't be upset because you didn't fight Bella" he whispered. She just shook her head slowly.

"I was utterly useless today Harry while you went off to fight for our people, I should have been there by your side, that's where I belong"

"That's very true, but what would have happened if the attack had been a diversion? What then? Would you have been able to defend them whilst fighting with me" Bella shook her head in the negative. "You mustn't be so keen to rush in to battle Bella, you are the most precious thing in the World to me, I can't lose you that easily, besides we haven't had any children yet" he finished by flashing her a small playful smile.

"I thought you said it was too early for children?" she asked in slight confusion.

"Oh it is but that doesn't mean I can't tease you about it does it?" he smirked at the scowl on her face, in his opinion it made her all the more sexy, if such a thing was even possible.

"I want you" she whispered.

Moving the covers aside Bella straddled him and began to kiss his wanting lips.

"Not half as much as I want you though Mrs Potter" Harry growled back through moans of indescribable pleasure.


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Harry and Bellatrix made their way down a monstrous hall alone, it was weeks later and they were very far from home.

They were in Arnor, one of the two great realms of men which fell under the same rule.

The reason for their arrival at such a distant location was plain and simple: start a war.

Pushing out with his magic Harry calmly strode in to one of the largest halls he had seen in his life, it was huge, many times the size of the Hogwarts great hall, and in the centre was placed a lone table. Around said table four figures sat in evident discussion due to there being maps spread across its surface.

When they entered they immediately became the object of attention, especially to the four at the table. On closer inspection Harry saw that he recognised three of the four as Elrond, Gil-Galad and Isildur, one of the men he had met upon his entry to Middle Earth, however the fourth man, perhaps the tallest fully man being he had ever seen, was a complete mystery to him.

The three Harry recognised immediately rushed to greet him and his Wife.

"I must say that is a surprise to see you here my Lord and Lady, I wasn't under the impression that you had any interests so far abroad as the realm of Arnor" spoke Isildur calmly. They chose not to answer the unasked question, however just took seats which had been drawn up for them seconds before.

"Almost a month ago to the date our homeland was subjected to an unprovoked attack by close to twenty thousand of the enemy, three thousand defenceless Elves died as a result of this, and then a further two thousand died in order to defeat them, I want in, I want a War!" he declared. The people around the table had mixed reactions to this news. The two Elves were visibly saddened at the loss of some many innocents, and even more so due to the fact that they were also elves.

The two men however remained passive as If he had never intruded on their meeting.

"And how do you suppose we do this? The dark Tower is practically unbreakable, we could never even hope to launch an effective siege against it, let alone get close enough" queried the unknown man.

"I'm sorry but I don't believe we've met before, the name's Elerossë Tinehtelë and this is my Wife Failariël Tinehtelë, I am Lord of all Night Elves and an Istar, as is my wife" he held out his hand as he said this. The man shook it firmly and Harry knew at that moment that he could get to know this man, you could learn a lot about someone by just their handshake.

"I'm Elendil, high King of the kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor; I'm pleased to meet you" he replied to a momentarily shocked Harry.

"Do you have a plan Elerossë? For if the time was ever ripe for an attack on our part it would be now, our scouts have informed us that Sauron's forces are the most spaced out they have been in nigh on fifty years, If we were to attack now he would be an easier target" said Elrond thoughtfully.

"I was thinking of perhaps just taking his armies head on, we are outnumbered yes, but many of my warriors can take down nearly ten if not more f the enemy before they are slain, I believe that we would win the conflict and even if we don't defeat Sauron overall then and there we have at least significantly reduced his forces" Harry explained.

"So you would have our men give away their lives for an attack which hasn't even been formed yet, I'm sorry Lord Tinehtelë but it just isn't possible you are on your own" stated Elendil with a frown. Harry merely smiled back and then moved his hand into his armour, withdrawing a neatly folded piece of parchment
Harry laid it out on the table before the other Lords and Kings.

"This is what we're going to do..."


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At that same time as this took place, a rider, clothed in Gold and Black and bearing the sign of the Night Elves made its way to the borders of the evil domain which was Mordor. Once there he dismounted and withdrew a huge banner from his horses side. He thrust it into the floor with a "thud" and then silently mounted his fine horse once more.

He then rode off away from all the shadow and mist, looking back the last image he remembered from that moment was a single banner, swaying in the wind, a sign of promise and death.

There was only one thing which the symbol meant for the forces of Mordor, death, for the Night Elves had entered a war for the first time I their short history.

The battle was soon to begin