Okay, I had someone ask me for a list of the stones currently found so far in this story and what they do. So here you go.

Opal: Slows down time. Can also speed up time.

Amethyst: Controls weather

Diamond: Able to change into any animal it has come into contact with in the past.

Topaz: Earth control

Emerald: Plant Control.

Turquoise: Healing abilities

Jade: Weapon manipulation.

I don't want to give away any of the other ones before they come around :D

I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings.

Panic swept through Helms Deep as news of the oncoming army of Saruman reached them all. The men lined up to receive swords, bows and armor to help defend the Keep against the opposing army. The women grabbed their children and headed quickly down to the safety of the caves beneath Helms Deep to keep safe. As the people of Helms Deep prepared themselves for the oncoming attack, Harry was still doing his absolute best to recover from the poison and that was sleeping.

While the people gathered supplies to take down into the caves with the women and children, their minds twisted in horror and fear...

Harry slept.

While the blacksmiths and sword smiths made weapons and armor at a staggering pace in order to prepare for the battle, to help ensure safety for their neighbors…

Harry slept.

While guards of Rohan chose some of the older children to aid in the fighting, out of desperation for extra arms in the aid to defend the walls.…

Harry slept.

Harry hadn't woken up since he had collapsed back at the site where the Warg-riders assaulted them. His wound had begun to heal, and was healing rapidly, but the poison had done quite a lot of internal damage that would need plenty of rest in order to heal. Even the guards knew that he was still recovering, and seeing as how they didn't want to incur the wrath of the King of Rohan or future King of Gondor, an Elven Prince or strong armed dwarf or even the powerful Gandalf, they left him alone.

Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn both left Harry to the capable but temporary hands of Eowyn for the time being in order to prepare for the oncoming battle. They wandered down amongst the people, Strider tried offering the men and youths words of encouragement, giving them hope. Legolas did not share his optimism, but thankfully he only spoke in elvish when he verbalized his feelings. Though Strider didn't quite appreciate Legolas' blunt words.

"Then I will die as one of them!" shouted Strider at Legolas.

Legolas looked taken aback for a second, but he dragged Strider away from the frightened eyes and the shocked faces. If Strider wanted to die a hero's death, then Legolas would stand beside him and take out as many Uruk-hais as he could as well, but there was something a bit more important to worry about. "We should get Harry out of here at least, Gimli and I will stay, you are the fastest rider." It wasn't just the fact that the green eyed youth was dear to all three of them, but if those stones fell into the enemies' hands…

"Harry is not strong enough to ride just yet, the trip alone would kill him." said Strider. "He may not be strong enough in time." He was indeed worried about Harry, he was grateful to whichever god looked out for him and cure him, but he wished he was strong enough to whisk away back to Lothlorien, if he were, Harry wouldn't be lying in the King's bed.

"And you cannot use the stones? The stone that transforms him into any creature?" asked Gimli at his elbow.

"No…they won't work for me, I can only see them." stated Strider gloomily. "If I could use the stones, I would have turned into the Lothlorien eagle and taken him back there."

Just to make sure the boy was fine, they walked up to the King's chamber and stood around the bed, looking down at the young man sleeping peacefully on the bed before them. Harry was lying on his side underneath the many blankets with his head propped up on the duck down filled pillow. He no longer had the fevered look on his face, but now he simply looked as if he had a rough day and had turned in early.

Suddenly a loud horn called out amongst darkness, the three colleagues hurried out of the King's room and onto his private balcony. They could see a long thin line of lights approaching Helms Deep's gates.

"Surely the fun can't be starting so soon!" said Gimli with a grim smile. He couldn't wait to best the elf in battle.

"That was an Elvish horn." said Legolas, his eyes scanning the dark ground trying to locate the blower of the horn. A welcoming sight met everyone's gaze.

It was a large battalion of elves, armed with long elegant bows with sharp swords on their hips for reserve. In the front, was Haldir himself. They were allowed in the gate with much enthusiasm, though it was not vocalized. The elves themselves instill much awe into the men that no one spoke until they finally stopped their march in front of the King of Rohan.

"We'd best go down and greet them…" said Strider as they hurried down to where the elves stood at attention, leaving Harry to rest in peace. They ran as fast as they could down to where the King was meeting with the lead Elf, who happened to be Haldir himself.

"Lord Elrond, Celeborn and Lady Galadriel send their regards and aid, we are proud to fight alongside men once again." said Haldir.

Aragorn came rushing down the stairs and embraced Haldir. "It is much welcomed." he said with much emotion. The King of Rohan looked at the two of them in surprise.

"In-Indeed, your aid is much appreciated, we are honored." said King Theoden graciously.

"Where is Harry?" asked Haldir looking around and not seeing his young friend.

Another person affected by the boy, it seems. thought King Theoden with a smile

Strider, Gimli and Legolas shared a pained look. How should they break this to the elf, without him and the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood exacting their revenge on them?

Haldir looked quickly to Aragorn. His uneasy look made him uneasy.

"What is wrong?" asked Haldir quickly. If anything happened to the lad…

"I'll take you to him." said Strider softly.

Haldir instructed his warriors to take their positions while he went to go see the boy. The warriors could understand, the boy was always at Lord Celeborn's side or Haldir's. Even they took a shine to the lad when he was taking his archery lessons in front of them. They almost laughed at his youthful incompetence at the skill.

By the time they reached the King's room, they had told Haldir all of their adventures since they left Lothlorien. When they told about Harry being poisoned, Haldir strode quickly over to the bed where Harry was still resting.

He looked intently at Harry's face, his eyes held a twinge of worry. Harry moaned and opened his eyes slowly. "Ha-Haldir?" he yawned hugely.

Haldir shushed him softly. "Relax child, are you alright?"

"I…I don't know…I'm tired…and cold…and my body hurts…" whispered Harry honestly, if Haldir was anything like Madam Pomfrey, lying to him about if he wasn't well, would only keep him in bed longer.

Haldir and Aragorn brought the layer of pelts and woolen blankets higher up to Harry's chest.

"Why do I feel this way?" asked Harry. "And where am I?"

"You're in the King's chambers at Helms Deep, and you've been poisoned." said Gimli stoking the fire that was crackling merrily beside the bed. "But Aragorn here fixed yeh up."

"Poisoned? By what?" asked Harry.

"By an orc blade." said Strider smoothing Harry's hair back. "You were cut during the battle."

"I don't remember…." said Harry.

"You've had a bad few days, you've been very ill." said Legolas softly. "We almost were beginning to fear the worst."

"Thankfully it never came to that." said Haldir.

"What..What are you doing here?" asked Harry quietly. He was getting more tired by the minute.

"There is a battle to be had here, child, I'm here to help." said Haldir.

"I'll help…" said Harry struggling to sit up.

"You'll help by resting." said Gimli pushing Harry pack down on the pillows. "If we saw you out and about, we'd be worried about you and not fight, best keep you safe in here."

Harry smiled at all of them as they stood around the bed and closed his eyes again, he was so tired and the bed was so soft. He allowed his body to fall back into the deep sleep that had swallowed him before. Unaware of the battle that was coming, and the fear that seeped through every nook and cranny of Helms Deep.

"I'd hate to hear what he would say if he knew they were picking children to fight as well." said Gimli.

"Let's not tell him, he has enough on his plate." said Legolas.

"What if he decides to leave the room to join the fighting?" asked Haldir. "I can see him doing it."

" We have that covered. The King offered some guards to take care of Harry while the battle ensued." said Aragorn. "That way, no one gets in to harm him and he won't leave to join the fighting.

"I will stay here, send the men to the ramparts, I will be more than enough." said Haldir.

"We could use you Haldir." said Legolas.

"If I abandon him in this state, and if Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel hear of this…I will never be able to set foot in the Golden Wood again." said Haldir with a faint smile. "I will stay with him. Besides, he will listen to me and remain in bed."

Aragorn sighed, but he had a faint smile. "I'm glad the best warrior is protecting him. If things do go astray, we'll have to hold out in the front room." he said pointing towards the door they had gone through. "You should be able to watch the battle from that window."

Haldir looked over to where Aragorn was pointing, it was a window, beside a locked door, a door that no doubt made way to a small balcony. Thankfully the balcony was high above the rest of the Keep, out of reach of even the strongest foe's arm to throw a grappling hook. If he had to, he could easily shoot down any foe he had to from this lofty perch.

Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli left to secure good positions to defend the Keep, while Haldir pulled a wooden chair up to Harry's bedside. "Do not worry lad, you won't be harmed, not while I am here."

Voldemort couldn't remember the last time he had had this much fun. There wasn't a piece of armor or pillar in the fortress that didn't have gashes and stab marks upon their stony surfaces. The paintings on the weather-worn walls were slashed and sliced to ribbons. He had now taken to having a slew of weapons float behind him. At random times he would send them swooshing through the air and impaling itself into the wall.

If he wasn't mad before, the power this stone's power engulfed him in a furious whirl of madness. Before he had come to Middle Earth, he had a calm, cruel and vicious gleam in his red eyes, now it only harbored a blaze of intense mania that seemed endless. His mouth only held the most contemptible sneer or smirk, now it was twisted in a fierce and sinister grin.

His grand ideas and plans were not replaced with only one thought and one thought only.

Cut…slice…tear…rip…kill…Harry Potter…

He had planned to go to Mordor and join up with Saruon. But now he was filled with power thanks to that jewel, and he felt the desire to meet Potter on the field of battle, and tear him apart and relish the screams of his conquered foe.

Anya was still down in the darkest dungeon that was left in the fortress, and she noticed the change coming over the villain. He had taken to coming down and visiting her every once in a while, interrogating her for anything that was related to Harry, or just for fun. But this time he was dragging behind him a suit of armor. He threw the suit into the corner and with a vicious smile he sneered over to Anya, all the while, his weapons hovering behind him menacingly.

"Want to see what's going to happen to your precious hero?" He laughed maniacally, then he gestured with his hand and the swords flew towards the suit of armor and buried themselves deep into the steel armor's chest.

"And just think," he cackled gleefully, "he might not be wearing any protective armor."

"You're insane!" screamed Anya.

"Oh this is only the beginning…I won't just kill him…" said Voldemort still cackling, he brought his hands together as if he were praying, and then pulled them apart, like Noah parting the waters, bits of metal flew everywhere. "I'll mutilate him."

Anya looked at him fearfully.

"I think it's about time, we think about heading south." he added gleefully.

Strider, Gimli, and Legolas stood upon the walls of Helm's Deep waiting for the battle to begin, or at least for the enemy to approach the walls. They were still a good half hour's march away from where they stood. They could just make out the torches and thunderous sound of their stomping feet.

Strider was giving last minute orders to the elves as they stood on the front lines of the walls and some were down on ground, prepared to fight any enemy that made it's way into the Keep. Suddenly the skies seemed to open up and pour water down upon, making the night seem more foreboding than the oncoming battle could produce.

The horrible Uruk-hais were getting closer and closer by the minute. Unfortunately, Gimli couldn't see due to a large block of stone in front of his head and he wasn't all that happy about it.

"You could have picked a better spot." muttered Gimli to Legolas who was trying hard not to smirk too visibly. Taunting between the two of them just seemed to escalate as the battle drew closer, both of them wished Harry could see them now. He had been trying for months for the two of them to get along better, for him…they were going to give it their best shot, and hopefully it wouldn't be their last.

"Never thought I'd be fighting alongside an Elf." grumbled Gimli.

"Then how about a friend?" said Legolas.

Gimli looked up at the elf with new eyes. "Aye, that I can."

Finally the Uruk-hais arrived at the gates of Helms Deep, pounding the ground menacingly, taunting the men and trying to cause them to fly into a panic. But it was not working on the seasoned warriors. The children were fidgeting nervously, but the men with them calmed them, reassuring them that they would be fine.

From up in the King's room, Haldir looked out the window and saw the newly arrived army. Their numbers were vast…but the men and elves had heart on their side, and the drive to succeed. Monsters made from foul hands could not compare…hopefully that ideal held true.

Harry groaned from his bed.

"What is wrong lad?" asked Haldir.

"Whassa noise? asked Harry thickly.

"That would be the opposing army." said Haldir softly. "Don't worry, we have enough men to take on the White Wizard's army." He didn't want to lie to the lad, but if it kept him in bed, and allowed him to rest than it was for the best.

Back down on the wall, Gimli and Legolas were standing at attention, ready and waiting for the creatures to strike. But the creatures were continuing their stomping and moaning. The children on the highest tower were getting nervous, were they going to last the battle?

"What's happening now?" shouted Gimli.

"Shall I describe it to you?" said Legolas smoothly.

Gimli looked up.

"Or would you like me to find you a box?" said Legolas looking down at the dwarf.

Gimli laughed.

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