Disclaimer: I claim no rights to the characters of Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. They belong to their respective, absolutely amazing authors.

Warnings:slash, explicit content, mpreg, violence, angst, drama

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A sigh rolled off of full lips and eyes of greenest emeralds looked at the roof made out of thick routs. It has been almost 200 years since he had arrived to this world. Almost 200 years since he had last had any sort of contact with a human being.

He couldn't exactly call this living, but it was better than the battles and wars he had constantly found himself plunged into every time he'd enter a new dimension or travel to another world.

With a sigh he rolled off of his comfortable little cot made out of tree-routs and furs and stood on long, lean legs as he stretched. The little hut in Mirkwood was his little haven. His only living companions were the animals of the forest. He had run into an Elf or two occasionally, but usually had kept his distance. He was sure they knew about him, but he guessed they respected his need for privacy and simply stayed away.

With an elegant wave of a long-fingered hand he conjured himself some hot water. Walking into the improvised kitchen he opened one of the clay pots, took out a few dried chamomile leafs and let them fall into the hot water. He walked out and inhaled the fresh scent of the forest. A gentle breeze caressed his face marring handsome features with a frown of concern. There was something off in the air, a strange scent carried by the breeze.

It was weak, but his sense of smell was strong enough to pick it up.

It was the scent of decay; of rotten flesh and Death.

The cup vanished and an intricately carved staff appeared in his hand. On the top of the staff between three pointed tips was a dark green gem the size of a grown man's fist. If one looked at it closely they would see a strange phenomenon in the gem, much alike a black nebulous cloud, constantly twisting and turning.

He looked around and listened, noticing only in that moment that no birds were singing. It was surprisingly quiet for that time of morning.

He let go of a short, high-pitched whistle and with a neigh a black stallion galloped out of the forest to stop in front of him.

"Qlúpho sorúm, gelirén?" (Have you seen anything, dear friend?) He scratched the stallion between his big brown eyes, receiving a distressed neigh as an answer, the beautiful stallion hitting the ground two times with a front right leg making his master frown and gaze darkly into the forest, "Áili Istar hátu keár ceh do jalthi?" (The Brown Istar left his part of the forest?)

The horse nudged his master's shoulder lightly and he placed his hand on the horse's neck.

"Huram sic ker lith?" (Where did he go?)

The stallion shook his head, big brown eyes looking at the beautiful man almost imploringly.

"Quípthe lah'ha kem." (Take me to him.)

Without any prompting the stallion bent front legs, and he hurried to climb the black mustang's back.

"Také, merén. Lam tun jin qáya lo fith." (Hurry, my friend. I have a bad feeling about this.)

The stallion reared back, galloping through the forest as though the wind was carrying him. The scent of decay was getting increasingly stronger as they ventured deeper and deeper into the darkness of the woods.

Looking around he found himself dreading what he would find at the end of the road. He spotted dead animals and rotten trees and plants. The smell of decay was getting increasingly stronger and it felt like the cold hand of Death gripped his heart.

His eyes widened when his memory stirred.

He remembered smelling this at one point in his very long life.

That same pungent stench.

His eyes widened when they came out of the forest and came upon an old, run-down fort.

Dol Guldúr.

He had never thought that he would find his way here of his own free will.

Dark clouds hung above the dark fortress threateningly and the only living things there were the dark crows in the sky that circled the fort.

His stallion stopped and he felt the horse's discomfort.

"Wistho," (Calm.) he whispered and patted the stallion's neck. "Wistho, Orion." (Calm, Orion.) Orion huffed but calmed down, and a small smile tilted lush lips, although frightful whiteness covered ethereal features. "Lam beth lithe férho. Dúruth tem lah to trw do jalthi." (I will go alone. Wait for me at the edge of the forest.) He mounted off of Orion's back, pulled the green coat tighter around his body, took a good hold of his staff and felt for the dagger attached to his belt.

With quiet steps he walked into the ruin. His magic shifted around his body, feeling for any threats.

The air was thick with the darkest of magic making his guts twist and turn, and acid gathered in his throat.

He caught sight of a wooden sleigh and a bunch of rabbits that were tied to it, and he kneeled in front of them, the rabbits gathering around him almost immediately.

"Easy, my little friends. Where is your Master?" he asked and as one the rabbits turned towards what surely once was the entrance to the fort. He took a deep breath and stood up, making his way carefully and quietly towards the entrance of the fort.

The air reeked of death, and he had half a mind to just turn around and run away, go back to his little haven and just stay away from whatever darkness was gaining strength in Middle Earth.

Certainly it would one day pass and he would find peace again.

He had neither will nor need to get involved into yet another war, another battle.

He had had enough of blood and death.

Having all but decided to just leave everything be, he turned on his heel only to stop when he had spotted an older man dressed in brown robes and a strange hat, with a countenance of fear, disturbance and distraction.

That must be Master Radagast,he thought. He was about to call out to the Istar but the air shifted and his heart stopped beating.

From behind a tall stone a horrid, disfigured, white wraith appeared and raised a dagger to strike at the Istar.

"Xaltra ul!" (Watch out!) Even as he shouted the warning, he was already on the move. He pushed the Istar out of the way of the blade and a wave of pure evil passed down his slight frame when his staff met the sharp weapon. "Béme at huram luth hefeth!" (Return to where you belong!) He closed his eyes as bright green light shone from the gem in his staff and the wraith disappeared with a loud, ear-splitting screech.

"What? Who-who are you?!" Radagast asked in panic.

He would have answered him had the air not shifted again and the two looked down a torn down hallway.

"We should leave introductions for later. Run!" He grabbed Radagast by his arm as a dark shape started to materialize at the end of the hallway and pulled the old Istar along out of the fort. He whistled just as they reached the sleigh and let go of Radagast when Orion galloped over to them, climbing the stallion effortlessly just as Radagast climbed the sleigh and they hurried out of Dol Guldúr as fast as their animals could carry them.

The moment the stench of decay had grown weaker he made Orion stop, almost making Radagast's sleigh slam into them. "Are you well?" he asked as he mounted off of Orion and looked at the Brown Istar.

The old, slightly confused man looked at him with wide eyes and quivering lips. "I-I-I-I'm fine! T-thank you, whoever you are."

"I am Ruthímiel the Green." He bowed at the older Istar whose eyes widened even more if possible. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Master Radagast."

"Ruthímiel the Green, you say. I never heard that name. What does it mean?" Ruthímiel couldn't help but smile at the older man.

Despite the situation, it appeared that Radagast would rather waste precious time learning something practically inconsequential. He reminded Ruthímiel of someone he had known many lifetimes ago, but the Green Istar quickly shook his head, chasing away the dark thoughts threatening to overtake his mind.

"Peace and protection, Master Radagast. You may call me Ruth if you so desire," he said, "but that is of no consequence right now."

Radagast whined and paced around Ruth in circles, making the younger man's mind spin for a moment as he followed the Brown Istar before giving up and just letting Radagast walk circles around Ruth.

"You are quite powerful, Master Ruth. I wonder why I never heard of you," Radagast blurted out when he stopped right in front of Ruth who took a deep breath and bowed at Radagast.

"I have arrived into this world by the grace of the Valar a little over 200 years ago. I have kept to myself ever since," Ruth said and Radagast squinted at him as though he could see on Ruth's face whether those words were truth or lies.

"I have wondered how there could have been an Istar I didn't know about." Radagast looked around as though he only just remembered what they had faced not half a candle mark ago and Ruthímiel spared a glance to the path they have traveled, making sure that they weren't followed. "What do we do? What do we do?! Whatever that was, it was horrible!" Radagast cried out and went back to pacing, making Ruthímiel sigh and look heavenwards, asking for guidance and patience.

"Is there anyone we can talk to; anyone who would know where to go and what to do?" Ruth asked, watching as Radagast grabbed the ratty hat off of his head, crumpling it between trembling hands and wringing it several times before he all but slammed it back on his head and turned towards Ruth although the Brown Istar appeared not to actually see the younger man at all.

After a moment of inaudible muttering and grunting Radagast gasped and hit his right fist against the left palm. "That's it! Gandalf! He will know what to do!" Ruth frowned and Radagast rolled his eyes, huffing in annoyance. "Gandalf the Gray is the second most powerful wizard in Middle-Earth. He has been watching over this world ever since we came upon its shores."

"We must find him then!" Ruth urged and Radagast nodded, closed his eyes and after a little hum did a few circles around himself. Ruth raised an eyebrow and a small smile tugged on lush lips despite their less than favorable situation.

"A-ha!" Radagast opened his eyes and pointed east.

"Have you found him?" Ruth asked in surprise.

"Of course, lad!" Radagast appeared almost offended. "Now come; we must hurry!"

"Lead the way."

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