Ron pressed a hand to Harry's forehead, "He's going cold!"

Hermione looked miserable; "Is he going to die?" she asked.

Strider turned to them, "He's passing into the shadow world, he'll soon become a wrathe like them." Distant shrieks carried to them over the wind.

"They're close".

"Hermione, do you know the athelas plant?"

"Athelas?"

"Kingsfoil."

"Kingsfoil? That's a weed."

"It may help to slow the poison."

Hermione went off to search, Strider found some first, he knelt down drew out his knife to cute some when a blade was placed right against his throat. To his shock a beautiful melodic voice spoke

"What's this? A ranger caught off his guard." He turned to see the owner of this voice;

"Arwen…"

Harry was gasping struggling the shadow, but the shadow was flickering there was light, bright light, and a young woman, she was beautiful, she was braking the shadows.

"Harry…" she whispered, "Em Arwen taleen lathide, lost oh beth no tolonoth nongollod."

But now she was fading. The shadow was winning…

"Harry!"

"Who is she?" Ron whispered.

"She's an elf" Hermione answered.

"He's fading fast. He's not going to last." Arwen breathed examining Harry. Strider heaved Harry up. "I've been looking for you for three days. There are five wrathes behind you, were the other fore are, I do not know." She said as Strider put Harry on to the horses back.

"Were are you taking him?" Ron asked, but he was not answered.

They began to converse in another language that Hermione and Ron did not understand.

"What are they saying?" Hermione muttered.

Ron just stared. Strider and Arwen seemed to reach an agreement. Strider stepped back to allow Arwen to mount right behind Harry. "Arwen, ride hard, and don't look back" Arwen urged the horse on with elvin words.

"What are you doing!" Ron shouted, "Those wrathes are still out there!!!"

"Where am I?" Harry muttered now coming back to his senses, "What happened?"

"You are in the house of Elrond, and it is ten O'clock in the morning, on October the 25 if you wont to know." Harry looked up into the old wizards eye's and kindly face.

"Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed.

"Yes I'm here, and your lucky to be here, a few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid. But you have some strength in you, my dear boy…"

Harry tried blinking to clear his head, "What happened Dumbledore? Why didn't you meat us?"

Dumbledore's face went solemn "Alas, the first thing you ask me, I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will knew, one day… put it from your mind for now, Harry. When you are older… I know you hate to hear this…"

And Harry knew it would be no good to argue.