Title: The Immortal Collision

Warnings: OOCness, violence, gore, language, etc.

Pairings: AragornxArwen, LegolasxHarry

Disclaimer: I neither own Harry Potter nor LOTR. All claims go to their prospective owners.

Author's Note: Decided to try my hand at another Harry Potter crossover. Hope you all enjoy!

Editted! Sooooo its been brought to my attention that yes. Things are different here than in the original LOTR. Namely the istari. There will be quite a many things that will not match up to LOTR series or the Hobbit because I need it to align with my storyline. A little farther down the storyline you will see why they were not named Istari and were created from Mortal man. There is a method behind my madness; trust in the fact that I would never butcher Tolkien's beautifully created storyline.

Prologue

Immortal. Godly. Sacred. Master of Death. All were merely words that described what he had become over the countless centuries as he watched civilization fall and rebuild. He watched worlds end and begin anew. He'd been worshipped and hated, revered and feared. However, for the countless centuries he had not been loved since his first life. He was now as ancient as time and death was now only an old friend who came to collect those he cherished when it was there time. He had changed much over the centuries, maybe not so much in appearance but in ways of thinking. Knowledge and wisdom had opened new pathways and instead of the troubled young man he'd once been, now stood a serene celestial being that overflowed with love and compassion. Impossibly emerald eyes flashed once in a while as he watched another world fall and another grow in its place. He'd detached himself from the world, choosing to only watch and guide when necessary. He'd grown a few inches, reaching a satisfying five feet nine inches compared to humans. His hair was dark ebony that was tousled and fell in waves, reaching his ears. His once tanned skin was now an ethereal white, almost like snowy mountain tops. His ears were slightly pointed, only enough as to not be mistaken for human nor elf but something else entirely.

He watched as the world slowly created itself, watched as plants slowly grew and animals evolved from germs and bacteria. He smiled to himself when he felt Mother Nature and Father Time as well as Sister Magic brush against him lovingly. They were welcoming him into a new life, a new world and usually he would decline but they whispered words of sweetness and love unlike usual. He frowned and he heard the underlying chuckles of Chaos as he slipped into the folds of this new world. Remember what happened the last time his uncle was allowed reign of a world he decided maybe it was time for him to be more involved in family affairs. Maybe now, years after he became what he was from being human it was time for him to usher in a new age of beings. With that thought in mind he smiled, ageless emerald eyes looking down at the world he would now call…Middle-Earth.

He encouraged trees to grow, bestowing them speech and intelligence. Giving them the name Ents and giving unto them the task of protecting the forests. He then gave animals a push of evolution, some changing into magnificent creatures, some gaining a sense of intelligence and others became man. Upon man he molded them differently, creating some so small they could be mistaken for children. He called them Hobbits and bestowed upon them The Shire. Next he molded other men into beautiful pointy eared but regal creatures and called them Elves. He bestowed upon them intelligence, heightened sense and being one with the forests they would live in. Next he molded another portion of man into wizards, smaller in number than the others he bestowed the most gracious gift unto them. Magic. Unlike when he was young and learning he molded them differently, taking it upon himself to teach them the way of magic. He was loved and cherished by them and for a long time Chaos was silent. Lulled into security he slept, tired from the work of creation and encouraging he closed his eyes to his precious Middle-Earth to sleep.