This chapter was hard to write up, I had no motivation to type…damn writer's block.

My mother had passed away almost three weeks ago, so I had no motivation to upload any chapters.

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

The next day dawned, despite the night's terrors, loss of life and bizarre happenings, the morning was still as glorious as ever. The new ground outside the wall of Helms Deep seemed to relish it's new life as topsoil and began to flourish with grass and flower buds. Before Harry had gone to sleep, he made an unconscious wish, a wish the youth hadn't even realized that he had conjured it in his mind: Make some good come of this.

And some good did come of this….the smooth slab of rock from the side of the mountain cliff, became rich with flora, an array of colors danced about the new field and the sweet sensual aroma over came even the sickly sweet stench of death that had hung in the air from the night before.

Even as Haldir rode out late in the evening as all the warriors made for some fitful sleep and to tend to their wounds and the dead, he could only marvel at the power of the jewels that caused the greenery of the world to heed his call. This power seemed to grant his wish, a benign and generous jewel.

The men had neglected to bring the women and children out of the caves once the battle was over, taking the time to rest briefly and prepare the fallen warriors for their burials. They hoped the women wouldn't have harsh words for them, when they released them from the caves.

When the doors were finally opened, the women and the younger children of Helms Deep crept cautiously up from the safety of the caves below. Never had a battle been over with so soon in the history of Rohan. Had the men surrendered due to the massive threat that had come to slay them? They couldn't have won the battle so soon.

When they exited the doors, the men were still there, and no fearsome creatures met them. The guards that swore an oath that no one would pass them while they still lived, were still standing beside the door. Alive and apparently well.

It also appeared that no enemy managed to even find their way down to the door to the caves. There were no scars or signs of a scuffle on the walls that were not there beforehand. The women looked at the guards with a mixture of slight worry and amazingly, relief.

"Did the enemy fail to show their cowardly faces?" asked Eowyn to the guard.

"No my lady, they came, and they fell." said the guard.

"What? How?" asked Eowyn in awe. "There was to be over ten thousand Uruk-Hais coming, how is the battle over?"

"It was the youth, the youth with Lord Aragorn. He wields great power….power I had never seen before." said the guard gripping his spear tightly.

"What had happened?" asked a younger girl standing beside Lady Eowyn.

"Storms, he summoned fierce storms. Great bolts of lightning came down and smote the enemy as if they were nothing but ants in the dirt. And then, believe it or not my lady, a mass of swirling wind picked up whatever was left and they were impaled on their own weapons. " said the guard, his hands beginning to shake. "This was no battle, it was as if it were a trap for them."

Lady Eowyn and the younger girls looked at the guard with shocked looks on their faces, and a few of the girls had excitement shimmering in their eyes.

The women and children walked swiftly out to find their fathers, husbands and sons, to reassure themselves that they were alright. Most of the mothers were relieved, their young sons were unharmed and in relative good spirits. They were eagerly talking about the storms of the night before and watching two figures healing the few warriors that were injured.

There was a large crowd surrounding the wounded lying on the ground. Some were seriously in need of healing, but others, cuts, abrasions and minor bleeding and breaks were all that had cursed the warriors, both men and elves.

Eowyn and a few younger girls pushed their way gently through the crowd and saw what had transfixed the gaze of the children and a few of the men standing around. Aragorn and Harry were both administering to the unfortunate soldiers that were delivered hefty blows by the enemy. Aragorn was wrapping the lighter wounds of some of the elves and men, while Harry dealt with the more serious cases. It wasn't because he was more skilled in healing than Aragorn was, he didn't have a glimmer of the expertise the Ranger did, but it was the stone that he held caused the more seriously injured warriors to come to him.

Harry had divulged that the turquoise stone had the ability to heal, but Aragorn said that if Harry was going to use the stones, then he should use it on the more mortally wounded soldiers. Harry found this stone to be a bit more energy consuming than any other. With each massive wound that he healed, it felt as if his energy were being siphoned out of his body.

There were some that were too far gone and Strider had to pull Harry away from them to work on some of the others that could be saved.

The crowd only saw the lad what seemed to be holding a handful of light and as he touched the gravely wounded warriors with the light, they were miraculously healed. They were unaware of the stones that he was using, for they could not see them.

Harry touched each fallen soldier with the turquoise stone, he could feel himself growing more and more exhausted with each passing wound that needed immediate attention and healing on a much large scale than what Aragorn could do. Harry handled only the almost mortal wounds, the other wounds were handled with Aragorn's masterful care. Unlike all the other stones, this gem used up all his strength.

"Harry, don't over exert yourself." said Aragorn from behind him. "If you're getting worn, take a rest." He noticed that his charge was looking worn and weary from continuous use of the stone. This stone, though wondrous and a gift of mercy, it wore the youth down quite easily. Far too easily.

"I'm almost done here, he was the last one." said Harry as he stood up and arched his back, crackling it slightly.

"If you're done, go and rest, I can finish up here." said Aragorn tending to an elf's broken arm. He was amazed at the power of the new stone the boy had acquired from the king. True they had lost some valiant warriors, but their losses were not nearly as great as that of Saruman's. Saruman's army loss all of their pathetic lives, but the men of Rohan, and the elves of Lothlorien were spared from too many casualties. But the cost was now becoming too great, what good was healing wounds, if the healer were to become too weak to perform his arts?

"Go lay down upon that straw pile, least until I'm done here." said Strider. "The King's resting in his own chambers, so you've been…"

"Kicked out…I know, I'll take resting anywhere right now." said Harry with a smile. He walked over to the large haystack that stood beside the horse stable and collapsed heavily into it, he was soon covered with straw that had flown up as he fell down.

Strider could barely suppress a smile. That youth was so quick to please everyone around him….remarkable for a young man to be. Once he had finished tending to the broken bone, he made to grab a blanket toss it over the boy, but…a few people had beaten him to the quick. Several young girls were sitting around the lad, tucking the blanket in and whispering softly, so as to not disturb the sleeping young man.

"Oh, dear…" said Strider with a suppressed smile. "I fear this won't end well."

Haldir, on Strider's borrowed horse, rode as swiftly as he could back to Lothlorien, whispering ancient elvish words that sped the horse along faster than any master had it go before. He had to go speak to Lord Celeborn, the boy…the power he wielded, was the power becoming too much for him?

What the boy did not see, was that the boy's hair was beginning to fade. It was once a lustrous black as dark as the night sky, but now, his hair was slowly turning paler and paler. The boy's skin was also becoming to tight to his bones. The weight and muscle he had carried with him, was quickly fading fast. And it was all down to that new stone the boy had said he had found.

The boy needed the rest of Lothlorien, or at least the gentle hand and soothing words of Lord Celeborn. He smiled as the swift horse bore him into the Golden Wood, the woods held a new feeling, once of forgotten times, Lord Glorfindel was back in the Wood.

The Order gathered in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, both Hagrid and Sirius sat in on the meeting, while the children sat and watched over Harry for the short time period they would be gone. Dumbledore had to coax the both of them gently to come down and join the meeting.

Snape was speaking softly of the newest development with the Death Eaters and their lack of a real leader that had some sanity.

"Bella has killed someone almost every day, whether they be friend or foe. She's taken to killing the first person that offered a notion that hadn't originated from her. She's completely lost her mind." said Snape slowly.

"She's that attached to You-Know-Who?" asked Mrs. Weasley worriedly.

"No…it isn't her loyalty that has made her this way, it was the power that went with him leaving. She was his favorite torturer, but his second in command was always Lucius. He had the plans…not as efficient as the Dark Lord, but his plans were…adequate." said Snape.

"So…she's going insane?" said Sirius.

"To put it in the most simplest terms." said Snape with a sneer. "Yes."

Dumbledore only folded his hands over his lap…Bella's questionable sanity wasn't anything new. Why did Severus call this emergency meeting?

"What is so urgent that you called us here then?" asked Bill. "Bella going mad isn't that new."

"It is urgent to call you here, because there is a plot to kill Bellatrix Lestrange." said Snape.

"By who?" asked Hagrid as he drank from his goblet deeply.

"By her fellow Death Eaters." said Snape.

Members of the Order were sprayed with the wine that Hagrid had been drinking.

"Say what?' said Remus wiping his face with his handkerchief. "Her comrades want to kill her?"

"To save their own skins." said Snape.

"How would they go about this?" asked Mr. Wealsey.

"They're leaning towards poison." said Snape. "Though the only suitable poison is that of a basilisk."

"Good luck wi' that." said Hagrid wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "They ain't the friendliest creatures."

"There aren't any around to be found nearby anyway." said Remus. "Is there?"

"The nearest one, would have been in Hogwarts, but the place where the basilisk lies, is where I cannot go…not without Potter's help." said Snape.

"Ho-Hogwarts?" said Remus in a frightened whisper.

"Why would you need Harry's help to find a basilisk, he doesn't even know where one is." said Sirius worriedly.

"Uh…" said Hagrid shiftily.

"Well…" said Mr. Weasley.

The next hour was thick with silence as Dumbledore told the people there about the year of the Heir of Slytherin and the monster within the Chamber of Secrets. Sirius and Remus in particular turned paler and paler. Remus hadn't heard of what had happened the year prior to him teaching.

"My god, what the hell was he doing down there?" moaned Sirius as he buried his face in his hands.

"Trying to play hero." sneered Snape.

"Well, thank Merlin he went down, I would have lost my daughter!" said Mrs. Weasley her eyes dripping with tears.

"So what are you going to do?" asked Dumbledore. "How will you attempt this? Not that I condone murder, but…"

"You could always transfigure someone into a snake, have them open the door and then go down." said Remus.

"That is an idea." muttered Snape.

Dumbledore thought quietly to himself, it had been so long since Harry had been taken ill with unwaking sleep. How can he help him? He didn't want to just sit there and let the boy lie in his hopefully undisturbed state. Sirius had reported that whereas Harry was once gaining weight and getting taller with longer hair and more pronounced muscles, he was losing the weight and looking sickly. He had ill feelings and King Meandenbor had not been to see him lately…which made him feel uneasy.

King Meandenbor would stop in from time to time as of late and talk to him, reassure him that the boy was fine, but lately…he hadn't been around.

Something was wrong.

Harry stretched his thin frame, and yawned largely. He blinked his eyes open and saw a barrage of girls standing over him and smiling wide. He sat up quickly and jumped up off the haystack he had been sleeping on.

They stood up right behind and crowded around him, holding onto his arms.

"Uh…can I help you?" said Harry trying to wrench his arms away from them; he wasn't too sure what they were playing at. But he recognized the glint in their eyes; they were looking at him the same way that the girls at Hogwarts looked at Cedric and Viktor last year.

They began to beg him to tell them how he defeated the whole army and his travels along the way. Some ran and grabbed a hold of fruit and vegetables and tried bribing him with food to look at them, and others grabbed jugs of wine.

"Uh…listen…I…uh…" said Harry trying to back away from all of them. They were getting a bit too close and too clingy for his liking. The moment they took a step towards him, he fled to the wall, with the girls giggling close behind.

"I told you this would happen." said Strider in a whisper to Legolas and Gimli.

"So much for bravery." said Gimli with a chuckle.

"Have you seen some of those young girls?" said Legolas chuckling along with him.

"We should really help him." said Strider.

"In a moment..." said Gimli chuckling as Harry wrenched his foot out of a young girl's grasp.

"Let him be, he came between us to find out who killed the most." said Legolas.

"I still would have won." said Gimli smugly.

"We shall never know, shall we? How is the boy so energetic so quickly after rising?" asked Legolas as Harry clambered up the side of a stable.

"I can only hope his strength holds out." said Strider watching with an amused smile.

King Theoden then walked up behind the three comrades, and watched the boy along with them.

"The young women seem to be taken with the lad." said King with a smile. "It is no surprise, they do favor heroes."

"Why are they so excited?" asked Gimli.

"It's not often a hero is so close to their age, and a few of them are getting to the age that they are to be married." said Theoden.

"It is thanks to him we suffered so little damage, but I fear that somewhere along the line, he will fall to greater wounds than even I may be able to heal." said Strider somberly. "I don't want to lose him; I wish he could return to Lothlorien, he would be safe there."

"Haldir should return any day, he will bring Lord Celeborn and Lord Glorfindel with him and perhaps they will convince him to return to the safety of the wood."

"Perhaps we should tell him he could escape our daughters' clutches by leaving for the Elven realm." said the chief guard with a laugh.