Thank you, my patient reviewers, for waiting so long. I just got back from a three week trip out of state, and have just had the time to add this chapter... Well, that's a slight lie, I have had time, I just chose to do other things like eat and sleep. I'm not going to respond to the reviewers today, because there's nothing really to respond to, except for one big THANK YOU! Okay, liver to all, and I hope you enjoy.

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With Aragorn fully restored to the throne, Gandalf's job was completed and he voiced this to the fellowship. It was the third night of their stay at the castle, and they had been treated, naturally, like royalty. Sirius, Harry, Borimir, Legolas, and each hobbit and Gandalf had been given their own rooms.

"Seeing as how I can no longer be of service, and the hobbits seem to be homesick as it is, I believe we should be traveling back to the Shire very soon." Gandalf announced that night over dinner. Everyone at the table immediately sobered up and the table grew silent at this.

"Are you sure, Gandalf? You know you and they can stay here as long as you like." Aragorn old them, and Gandalf just shook his head, glancing at the hobbits.

"I have no objections to this, but they have been away from home long enough, and each one of them has family that must be missing them. I believe Sam has a lady friend he has been sorely missing." Sam blushed, but nodded his head.

"Will you be coming back, Gandalf?" Harry asked quietly, quite saddened by the parting of his friends.

"Oh, I am sure I will be, for I have nothing left to do for my many years but travel." He said, and winked at Harry, his eyes twinkling merrily.

"In that case, we shall have a banquet, a sort of Departing Party. Yes, a departing party will be held tomorrow evening for you and the hobbits, Gandalf!" Aragorn said, and Borimir raised his glass.

"Here, here! To the Departing Party!" he shouted, and everyone raised their glass, laughing.

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After the departing Party, the departure of the Hobbit Party

Sam loaded up all of their things onto each respected horse, while everyone else gathered around to say their good-byes. Gandalf walked up to Harry, and looked him straight in the eye.

"You, Arian, are going to be a great man some day. Don't get yourself killed, because later, in your time, you're going to have to prove it. And besides, Borimir would be a blubbering mess." They grinned, and Harry glanced over at the said man, who was glaring at them.

"I will be seeing you again sooner than you think. I have correspondence in your time, too. I believe you know of the Great Albus Dumbledore." He said with a mischievous smile.

"You know Dumbledore?" Harry gasped. Gandalf chuckled and nodded.

"We are old, old friends Harry. Many people from that time are worried about you, a man named Remus Lupin is missing his 'best friend and adopted nephew', A 'Weasley and Granger' burst into his office to demand where their best friend was, and a man named Professor Snape has stopped being snarky." He said, puzzled by what it all meant.

"Snape!" Harry demanded incredulously.

"Professor Snape, Harry." He corrected. Harry rolled his eyes. Gandalf surprised him by giving him a warm hug, nodded respectfully, and walked over to climb up on his horse. After embracing and sharing goodbyes and tears with the hobbits (Sam had burst out crying and Frodo hardly spoke) they climbed upon their respected horses and Departed, staring at them until they were no longer in eyesight. Legolas, noting Harry's sadness, came over and put an arm over his shoulders.

"Do not worry; they will always be with you, right here, in your heart. And no matter what, you will always have us." He said, smiling softly. Harry returned it gratefully, feeling somewhat comforted. That night he went to bed, and dreamt of the parting of Gimli, knowing somehow, something fishy was going on.

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Two days later, dinner.

Aragorn called for a meeting over dinner, and Harry knew something was going on.

"Arian, you helped me prepare and face my destiny, giving me what it took to face it. Now, it is my turn to return the favor by preparing you for what you are going to have to face soon. We have decided, with your approval, to start training you to face the Dark Lord of your time." His eyes shone with excitement. Harry was flabbergasted. Training? What a brilliant idea! Hard work, yes, but still!

"Brilliant!" Harry declared, grinning. The people at the table grinned as well.

"I'm glad you think so. This is what we had planned on doing. Each of us has our own area of expertise, and so each of us is going to be teaching you different things. You'll have a full day; you start with breakfast, and go through all day until a few hours after dinner, with lunch around noon." Borimir told him.

"I'm going to have you first, starting with physical training like running, exercise, and hand-to-hand combat." He continued. Harry nodded.

"Then me, teaching swordplay (Harry, Legolas, and Aragorn all grinned at this), dueling, knives, daggers, etc." Aragorn told him. Harry, again, nodded.

"Then you'll have lunch and a half hour of rest, then me, teaching you to control your wandless magic, occlumense, meditation, legilimense, and animagus training." Sirius said, and Harry grinned wider.

"Then me with archery, stealth, tracking, and Elvin magic. Then dinner, and afterwards you'll be learning with Lord Elrond, who will be coming here shortly. What he will be teaching you is book knowledge and numerous things like that." Legolas frowned at the last part, obviously disliking book learning.

"Sounds wicked!" Harry said. In truth, it would be wicked hard.

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The next day, the first day of training. Harry was woken early, and given special clothes to wear that looked comfortable and flexible, and he assumed it was because of all of the physical work he would be doing. He went down to breakfast, which consisted of mainly fruit and a slight bit of protein, and then followed Borimir outside.

"To start with, we will be doing warm-up exercise, then you'll run laps, and before we leave we'll be doing a few hours of hand to hand combat. Are you ready?" Harry nodded determinedly. After a series of starches, a 50 lap run around the courtyard, and uncountable push-ups, sit-ups, pull ups, crunches, hanging, and any other ungodly painful-sounding exercises later, he was sore, but ready for the fighting. Borimir first taught him the basics of it, avoiding attacks and not moving more than necessary, and his time with Borimir was up. He slowly walked into the training room Aragorn set up, his adrenalin and determination coming back to full force, so he cold just ignore the pain in his muscles.

"Hello, Arian, first let me explain to you something. This is not to be taken jokingly, swordplay can seriously wound or kill if one isn't careful, so their will be not horseplay while in this room. All of the weapons we will be using are lethal and deadly, and can be extremely harmful if used improperly. Do you think you can handle it?" Aragorn asked him seriously. Harry nodded in excitement, and gaped when Aragorn pulled the sheet off of the table of weapons they would be learning to use. Aragorn explained how to hold and wield each weapon, and let Harry pick out two of each that suited him the best. He then showed Harry the best concealed and safest places to put them on his body, and soon they were on to beginning to use them. After a few hours of painful and exhausting work, he left the room for lunch. When he got there, lunch was basically the same as breakfast, except there was more protein in it this time. The only others there for lunch were a few servants and Sirius, who tended to laugh at him and his exhausted state. 'Thank god for the half hour of rest' he though. Before hurrying into a sitting room and laying on the couch, his bones popping painfully. He began to regret his decision to train, if he was going to have to feel sore every morning. Before he knew it, half an hour was up and he went into a small spot by the river to train with Sirius.

"Thank god this is mostly a sitting-here class, my everything hurts." Harry muttered to his godfather. Sirius grinned and purposefully slapped him hard on the back, saying "You'll get used to it, pup."

"Alright, seeing as how you got most of your wandless magic down pat, we're going to be focusing on unlocking your elemental capabilities. What I want you to do is sit on a comfortable position and venture deep into your mind, into your soul, searching for a room or a door. Then what you'll have to do will be instinctual. This should only take a half an hour." Harry nodded and closed his eyes, disappearing into his soul. He wandered what seemed like forever, until he finally found what he was looking for. He walked into the room which held four doors. He walked over to the first one, pushing hard against it. It came open, and a large ball of wind came floating out. The door vanished silently, leaving three. He walked over to the second one, which came open easier than the first one, and a large ball of rocks and things came floating out. The door vanished again. He walked over to the third one, and pushed against it as well. A ball, mush large than the other two, of water came out. This time the door did not vanish, but instead the door closed. No matter how hard he try, he could not get it open again. He walked up to the last one, and instinctually, he stepped far back when he opened the door. It was a good thing, too, because a ring of fire shot out, encircling the three hovering balls. He approached it, and as soon as he went to touch it, he was thrown on the ground, awake.

"Well?" Sirius asked eagerly.

"I think I did it right, there were four balls and a ring of fire." Harry said hopefully.

"Here, let's try it out. Imagine a ball of water in your hands. Imagine the look of it, the feel of it, the temperature of it. Imagine being able to hold it." Harry closed his eyes and thought of all of those things, and when he opened them again there was a small ball of water hovering an inch or so from his palm. Sirius grinned.

"Excellent. You passed with flying colors. The animagus and occlumense won't be as easy, trust me." Harry spent half of the remainder of the time trying to clear his mind, and finally managed to do it successfully, and the other half meditating to try and find his animagus form. After this lesson, he found Legolas in a nearby wood. This lesson was not as draining as the other two, but was still physically tiring and he was having trouble with the stealth, but finally managed to get the basics down pat. Archery was a challenge, but he did fairly well for his first time, and evlin magic was mentally draining as well. After dinner, Lord Elrond arrived and he began reading and studying from ancient tomes and recent ones as well. When Harry went to bed that night, he was sore, and tired mentally and physically. But all in all, he felt this training would be a great experience. Three months later, he still felt that, and had made so much progress; in another two months there would be no more that they could teach him. He would have to figure it out on his own as he went.