Sorry for the late update. School has been overwhelming, and most of my free time is dedicated to studying. (I guess going for a doctoral degree is a bit tougher than undergrad courses =(, but I will endure on!) Longer author's note at the end to summarize where the next chapter will head. I didn't bother really editing this. I lost my information for the outlines for future chapters so I am going through everything by memory, and it isn't as organized as I wanted things to be.

"Ugh. The light is so bright," moaned Harry. The sunshine was streaming into his familiar bedroom and he was attempting to hide his face in a pillow. However, this was not meant to be.

"You have been asleep long enough Harry."

Harry slowly turned to face his adopted mother. "You have no idea how sore I am, but I guess I can't hold off the inevitable." Grumbling, he managed to sit himself up on a mound of pillows. "You were right in your suspicions mother, the Nazgul are roaming the lands once again."

Galadriel stood fast and gazed into the forests of her home. She could feel it in her ethereal bones that events were moving much quicker than anticipated. She recalled the council that she had attended with the White Council, and could only shake her head at the unwillingness of the group. They had grown complacent since the fall of Sauron. It was only inevitable that Sauron do all that was possible to regain his power. It made her fear for her people and her family. She returned her gaze to her adopted son, and despite the selfishness of her wish, prayed a silent prayer to the Valar that those closest to her would come out of the future conflicts unscathed. "Could you relay me the exact events that occurred during your excursion dear son of mine?"

Harry proceeded to recount his encounter with the Nazgul. Galadriel's heart fluttered as the conflict, and couldn't help herself from wrapping her son in her arms. "Continue on, I am just glad that you made it home safely," and urged him to continue this tale.

Harry looked up to Galadriel adorning him with a proud smile. No words needed to be conveyed, and contentment filled his heart. Suddenly a loud rumble reverberated between them. A blush adorned the cheeks of Harry Potter, and was sent off to the kitchens to find a bite to eat.

after filling the empty bowels of his stomach, harry had wandered off to the training grounds. Due to the fact that the necessities of rest and nutrient had been met, Harry's mind was allowed to roam free. And the thing it kept coming back to was the fact that he had lost the Sword of Gryffindor. He had lost the relic sword of his past. God knows where it resides now, lost in the Mirkwood. At random, harry picked up swords, daggers, claymores, and whatever caught his attention, but after a couple swings with each, they all left him unsatisfied. A morose look was set on his face, and none of these weapons compared to the dwarves made sword of his old world. The elves of old could have matched the craftsmanship, or even the dwarves, but the likelihood of encountering weapons from either of these sources were few and far between.

Haldir wandered upon the adopted son of Galadriel, practicing with bow and arrow. He noticed an array of weapons that lay scattered around him, sighed, and approached the young heir. "What troubles you so, young master?"

"I lost my sword in the Mirkwood," Harry sighed, "And I am not so young anymore compared to when I first arrived in these lands Haldir."

The Marchwarden released a quiet chuckle, "Compared to I, you are still a youngling." His face lost its smirk and turned stoic, "I am sorry about your lost weapon, but perhaps it will be a chance to pick up a new weapon to learn?"

"I guess this is what all these weapons," Harry waved his hand around him, "is all about. I have yet to find a suitable replacement, but I doubt I will here."

"I wish you the best of luck. I must take my leave now." With that, Haldir walked away noiselessly.

Harry muttered a goodbye towards the retreating back of the marchwarden. He turned back towards his array of weapon and continued sampling and practicing a new art of warfare.

It had been a month and Harry had continued his existence in the serenity of Lothlorien. His existence was a closely guarded secret of the golden woods, and Galadriel had deemed it best to continue this policy, and kept his presence unknown from the prying eyes of the residents of Arda, including the white Council. her distrust of the functionality of the council was ever growing. She had contacted its members through her telepathy, but Saruman the White kept dismissing the threat of the wraiths. He insisted that these incidents were minor, over-exagerated, and there was no reason to tackle the issue head on when they have lived in peace for the past 400 years. However, Galadriel was not a fool. She had not resided in middle earth, through both the times of Melkor and Sauron to underestimate the forces of evil. She and Celeborn had ordered to increase the preparedness of the Elven forces under their command. She also urged Elrond to insure that their forces were ready for the future conflict with the dark forces looming over their world was an inevitability that she knew Elrond foresaw. Even though the Nazgul have encountered her son, she planned on keeping all details of the strange wizard as mucky as the deepest abysses of the Mirkwood.

Her thoughts were dragged towards today. Today, was the first day Harry first appeared in Arda, and his unofficial birthday in their world. Hidden within the folds of her dress was the dagger Angrist, made by Telchor of Norgod, one of the legendary smiths of Middle-Earth. The fragments had been found long ago, but the Elvish weaponsmiths of Imladris had reforged it. A smile adorned her face as she thought of Harry's reaction to receiving this gift. He had yet to find a weapon to replace his sword, but she knew this would be suitable for him.

She approached the figure in customary black robes under forest green cloak, which were quite an eyesore in contrast to the ethereal colors of the golden woods, and enveloped him in a hug. "Happy birthday my son." Emerald green eyes shined back at her, alongside a huge grin.

"Hannon le," replied Harry in thanks. (means thank you)

"Here, I have a gift for you," Galadriel said as she pulled out the dagger, wrapped in a silk.

Harry eyebrow quirked up, and reverently took the gift from her hand. "You really didn't have to," replied Harry while he unwrapped his gift, "I am perfectly happy..." but Harry's voice trailed off. His eyes widened comically at the sight of the beautiful dagger made of mithril. A single emerald lay where the blade met the handle, and it flashed brilliantly from the sunlight. "This is amazing." He used his telekinetic ability to hold the knife in the air wandlessly to examine it while it rotated around.

Galadriel was gleeful at the positive response. "This knife is known as Angrist, or the Iron Cleaver, originally created be one of the dwarves of the first age and reforged by the weaponsmiths in Rivendell. I know that isn't quite the weapon that your sword was, but I believed that it would serve you well for short-range combat."

"I don't know what to say..." Harry experimentally moved the knife through the air via magic. "this is a wonderful gift, you have no idea how grateful I am."

"Yes I do," Galadriel responded while she wore her trademark smirk.

Harry transfigured a holster for his new weapon and placed it away before he drew Galadriel into a hug. "thank you, I will cherish this gift and hopefully have better luck holding onto it then before."

"You're welcome Harry Potter."

*AN*

Okay, initially I had this story span the time period up until the trilogy, and minor side stories and what not... but I lost all my files. The next chapter will fast forward to the Fellowship of the Ring events. Harry will not simply fly Frodo to Mt. Doom because he would be caught by the Lidless Eye of Sauron and Nazgul on the Fell Beasts would probably own him in an outnumbered fight. Plus, he is loyal to the safety of his home and the people of Lothlorien. Hopefully, I can update sooner than later, but I want to address my SW fanfic first. Thanks for reading, sorry for the short/awful chapter, but I simply wanted to fast forward to the next arc.