Through The Veil- A Different World

Journey Begins

POV- Harry

Previously-

"The age of the Elves is ending. We must make sure that it is the Age of Men that starts," Elrond says to his children. "Start to gather the warriors, start sending the civilians to either Lothlórien or Mirkwood. We must be ready for when the men of the west call for aid."

The four others bowed and started to make their way back into the city, ready to carry out the orders of their father/leader. Later that evening the first convoy of civilians left with the representatives of Mirkwood to protect them on their journey to the woodland realm.

It's been a week since they had left Rivendell and already the companions feel the stress of what they are facing, pressing in around them. The group is stopped on a rocky hill top in an open area having a bit of lunch and down time. Harry is sitting next to Aragorn, watching the youngest Hobbits learn sword fighting from Boromir. Fawkes gives an amused trill from his place perched next to Frodo on the rocks. Silently, Harry recalls the last few days since leaving the safety of the Elven home.

Flashback-

They had left Rivendell early that morning, the sun had only just been crossing the horizon when they had walked past the gates. It was nearing sundown and the group had been settling in for the night along the edge of the forest that surrounds Rivendell. The next day they began traveling in the open, with very little to hide them from the sun and from less than friendly beings.

Sam had just returned from gathering fire wood when a beautiful song began to fill the air. The four hobbits looked around in confusion as the Fellowship, minus Harry, jumped up and drew their favored weapons. Harry on the other hand smiled and let out a slight laugh as he realized what the music was.

Suddenly a large red and gold blur burst into the clearing and rushed over to him and a weight settled onto his shoulder. There were shouts of surprise from the other members of the Fellowship but no one made a hostile move when they realized Harry was smiling like a loon.

"Harry, what is that?" Sam had asked hesitantly, the first to lower his weapon.

"This is a dear friend of mine," Harry smiled as he ran his fingers over the red feathers on the bird. "His name is Fawkes and he is a phoenix. He is from my world and is bonded to me through my magic."

Here you are hatchling! I was worried when you were not in Rivendell! Fawkes told Harry through the bond that they shared.

Sorry Fawkes, you have been gone since not long after I woke! I could not find you! Harry replied and looked down sadly. I thought you did not wish to be my bonded anymore.

Oh hatchling, I was only exploring this wonderful new world. I could never leave you, you are my hatchling now and I will be with you for the rest of you days. Fawkes replied and nuzzled his head into Harry's cheek.

The rest of the Fellowship only heard soft melodies being sung back and forth between the two beings. Slowly one by one they all out their weapons away and watched as Harry scooped the bird of his shoulder and held it to his chest and began to nuzzle the top of its head as a few tears slipped free. A trill escaped from the bird comforted everyone in the camp, even though they did not realize they needed it.

When Harry had composed himself, he joined the others at a warm camp fire courtesy of young Sam. Harry sat down between Gandalf and Aragorn with Fawkes settled firmly in his arms. The bird, much to the surprise of the others, just sat there and allowed it instead of trying to break away like a normal bird. Gandalf was the first to speak;