Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Hobbit/Lord of the rings, they belong to J.K Rowling and J.R Tolkien respectively.
So first story on here! This is mainly for my own pleasure of writing I happen to enjoy reading Elfling! Harry stories because that poor boy needs some love.
I recently found a story of Elfling! Luna which I really didn't know how much I needed I believe it was called Seeing is Believing? Not entirely to sure but i highly recommend it.
So tell me what you think about this idea, this is in no way shape or form the finished chapter i want to adjust some things here and there, I'm undecided if Harry will every come back to the Wizarding world.

Notes:

Will harry have magic?
-Harry will have his magic but not to the extent he had int he books/movies, it will be more nature attuned

why don't I place harry with so-and-so?
- My reason for Harry going to Bilbo instead of an elf/Aragorn/Gandalf, Harry was with Petunia for a year (he's about 2 currently so 6 summers old in Elvish terms of aging) at this stage he's toddling about and beginning to walk, this is also known as the babbling stage, and that's generally when the most accidental magic occurs (I'm assuming) and with Bilbo he'd be awed at first then amused because Little harry is not going to like Lobelia Bracegirdle at all prepare for many floating silverware!

Why does Harry have red hair?
-I simply love red hair harry, to me most of the books spoke of how much Harry looked like James Potter, we didn't really learn much about Lily beside the obvious the 'love' protection (I assume Lily potter was sort of like Hermione, so if there was a bad man after her baby, damn right she was going to look up all she could to save him even if it was considered 'dark'!) and that she used to be friends with Snape.

Well on to the story! Sorry for the long note but i wanted to cover some information in the beginning to give you, the reader, information you were probably needing here.
If you got any questions just message me on here or leave a comment.

Highlands of Scotland
Hogwarts
Deputy headmistress Minerva McGonagall's office

Very slightly crooked fingers lovingly traced the slants and loops of words written in a leather bound journal, in gold lettering on the front the name 'Lily Evans' was inscribed .
It was tradition for first year students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to get a journal,one for themselves and the other from their parents ,these journals for many are loved and enjoyed, but for Minerva McGonagall it was a painful reminder.

The painful reminder of students she saw as her own already 6 feet under before their lives really even began.

"Oh Lily." She sobbed as she read the last few pages in the journal, The last entry being entered just a month before Lily Potter nee Evans Graduated, married, and joined the within a week of each other.

Upon finishing the last few sentences, the deputy headmistress closed the journal carefully tying the pale yellow ribbon around it and gazed at it reverently for a few moments then set it in the box at the side of her desk right beside a worn and stained journal with 'James Potter' in gold,right below carved into the leather was 'Prongs'.

She placed the lid on top and shrunk it down to the size of a matchbox.
Zeus, her faithful falcon owl held out one of his legs where she tied the box carefully, with a final comforting nip the owl flew out the window and off into the distance, the further he went the heavier the deputy headmistress's heart felt.

"Minerva?" She jolted her wand in her hand and pointed at the door where her longtime friend, Amanda Hooch leaped back hands held up in a 'I mean no harm' gesture.

"Woah there,Minnie! It's just me." Minerva released a breath and put her wand away.

"Sorry Amanda, I just..." Amanda waved her hand as if swatting a fly.

"Oh no need to apologize Minerva, I know, are you coming down to dinner?" She asked, curious hawk like eyes glinting in worry

"I'll be down in a moment, Amanda." Amanda studied her a moment before giving a nod and ducked back into the hall closing the door behind her softly.

Minerva sighed and cast a click cleaning charm on herself distractedly, the flyaway hairs that had escaped her normally strict and perfect bun quickly joined back with the rest.

Cheers sounded from the hall, carrying from the great hall to her office, she cleared her throat and flatted her dress carefully before striding from the office, her normal stern expression upon her face, and if anyone noticed her red rimmed eyes, they didn't say a word.

England

Little Whining Surrey
#4 Privet Drive

Wide luminous spring green eyes stared curiously up into Pale blue eyes filled with hate.

"I should have never brought you into this home." Petunia hissed ignoring the guilty feeling when she saw the bruises and the rash crawling down the inner thigh from the full diaper she refused to change.

"Ma.. Pa'foo!" At least it (for she refused to even acknowledge he was a human being) wasn't crying anymore.

it got it's mothers looks Spring green eyes that were in a slight almond shape, clear pale skin, and the mess of rose red hair atop it's head, it even had Lily's faint freckles on the bridge of it's nose.
The only blemish it had was a painful looking jagged scar that had a faint resemblance to a lightning bolt scar, small bits of puss were visible from where she stood.

She made up her mind, it wouldn't be here much longer.

Petunia looked at the basket out the corner of her eye, it was the very same basket it had come in years ago, and from the way he was giving distressed whimpers, it was uncomfortably to small.

She had thrown the blanket it had been wrapped in over it so she no one would see, her eyes trailed over the map beside her, she was almost to her destination.

Petunia growled softly when her heels sunk into the soft gravelly soil, she caught her balance and after a moment of holding back her shrieks upon finding mud on her brand new stockings, she continued on into the woods.

Once she was sure she was a mile or so in she placed the basket down and turned without a word, pondering what she should make her loving husband for dinner in celebration.

Therefore, she never noticed the faint glow surround the basket,almost like a large hand, before it was gone, the only sign of the basket even being there was a piece of the wicker basket.

Smoke rings slowly lifted into the air, blending seamlessly into the misty morning, the creator of the smoke rings was one Bilbo Baggins or as the inhabitants of the shire called him 'Mad Baggins' (the same was not said for his Took cousins who intruded upon his home many a time to hear of his adventures.

Bilbo Baggins was not a very respectable hobbit, unlike many of his kin he was often loud and spoke in riddles and rhymes that made even the most patient of the hobbit frustrated.

'Good mornings' (as was the custom to greet all who you saw in the morning) were answered with a long speech that had many a hobbit even regret asking.

Many of his Baggins family ran to the Thain (Lobelia and Otho Sackville-Baggins more so) to have him removed from the home his father built for his , Bilbo Baggins was one of the Thain's (who was his grandfather) favorite grandchildren.

SO Bilbo spent his days pondering of adventures passed, writing many stories that were spoken about in many smials ( 'Scandalous!' they would say but they never stopped reading them).

Bilbo finished off the dwarven pipe weed (gifted to him by his dear friend Oin), and stood from the green bench with slightly peeling paint and made his way up his stairs where he paused.

Oh the mat in front of his door was a squirming blanket, a tiny pudgy leg kicking out from under it as annoyed grunts and whimpers sounded from under it.

Now Bilbo was quite sure the bundle hadn't been there this morning when he emerged from his home, and there was no possible way someone had Sneaked past him and placed it there.

Bibo prided himself in his instincts, that he managed to keep in the two years since he returned to the shire, but the bundle wasn't giving him any bad instincts, so he knelt and carefully pulled away the blanket, just a tiny bit.

An angelic face,scrunched up and flushed from tears, the poor babe had fallen into sobbing hiccups.

"Oh! Oh my..." Bilbo gently lifted the little one who instantly relaxed his eyes meeting Bilbo's.

The babes eyes were slight red from crying but they were the most striking color of green Bilbo had ever seen, greener than the hills of the shire and the plants in Beorn's garden, Red hair the color of roses was straight but slightly tangled from it's flailing, upon the right brow was a angry red scar that looked to be newly healed, small ears came to a graceful point.

Bilbo discarded that the little one was of man, and after a quick check of his feet, he was not a fauntling either, he completely discarded the idea of him being a dwarfling, so that left one option.

Now Bilbo didn't know a lot about elves, but he knew they cherished their young, for they had them very rarely, however Bilbo also knew for a fact that the youngest elves in existence were Arwen and Legolas (1).

Bilbo stepped inside his home and scurried down the hall to his room, he arranged his pillows in a nest like manner and placed the little one down who immediately shoved his fingers in his mouth.

The next few hours found Bilbo rushing about gathering all his old things when he was a faunt and periodically checking on the elfling who seemed to be sleeping (though Bilbo could never tell because his eyes were open).(2)

Finally Bilbo finished gathering up all the things a faunt would need, he just hoped it applied to elflings as well.

Stepping into the room found the little one whinign quietly and from the smell in the room he obviously needed a diaper change.

Oh boy.

Finally! So this chapter should be finished, I re read it over five times to find any mistakes (sneaked or snuck, why was that so hard for me?) and i wanted to try something I've never done before, which was give explanation for certain things.

one of which was the Legolas and Arwen age thing, Legolas was 2931 during LOTR and Arwen is technically I could of just put Arwen, but I wanted to show that Bilbo clearly remembers that snarky little shit during the travel to Erebor, I was originally going to have Tauriel live because she was a pretty badass elf msot of the female elves we see in The hobbit/LOTR are just pretty faces..usually (Galadriel [Gimli's little crush was adorable as hell], Arwen, and Tauriel.) but my cousin brought up a good point.

Elves only die in battle or great emotional stress, now what we've been shown was Tauriel and Kili were in love, and not only did Tauriel see Kili die she was also wounded so these two things together would of made her living completely unbearable.

So no Tauriel.

The second thing (I'm sorry for the long ranty thing I'm doing here) Elves in multiple fanfics have a sleeping trance they go into with their eyes open or glazed over (one I read had their eyes turn white but i figured poor Bilbo did not need a heart attack) but the only time the eyes were closed it was either in sickness or death.

One last thing to clarify, This is set two years after The hobbit, and quit e bit before the LOTR Drogo and Primula are still alive, but yes Frodo will be an adorable little hobbit baby, and Harry will be with Bilbo for quite a while (he will at least be able to walk/talk/ read) before Gandalf shows up in The shire.

My fingers are just itching to get to the misadventures of Harry, Frodo, Merry, and Pippin (poor Sam just running behind to make sure they don't get themselves killed). Now I'm adjusting the ages a bit, in the LOTR Frodo is 50 , Sam is 38, Merry 36, and Pipping at 28 (omg he hadn't even reached his majority yet) by the time of the council, soo... I'm just making them all a bit younger besides Pippin, they are all going to be 2-3 years of each other, besides Frodo he's going to be the oldest.

My rant is done! (sorry)