Chapter 17

Disclaimer: you know how it works.
A/N: this chapter is one where there is a lot of world movement and swaps between different characters.
Oh and i did get the name from Phantom of the opera. And if you got to update emails that is because i noticed a mistake and fixed it after i had put it up.

"Have you seen Estel?"
"No, why?"
"I haven't seen him all morning," Hermione was getting really worried Estel had agreed to meet her so she could help him with his Transfiguration homework.
"Hermione calm down he will turn up," Harry soothed.
Hermione looked at Harry, "You can't deny something is wrong, can you?"
Harry shook his head, "I am worried as well, it just doesn't seem right," at that very moment Draco entered and Harry looked at Hermione, "You don't think?...," he started.
Hermione shook her head, "he can't have. Could he?"
Harry and Hermione ran out of the Great Hall to look for Estel.

Legolas looked to where Halbarad sat, the Ranger had his hood pulled over his face to hide his tear stained cheeks. He could not help it; slowly he walked over to the Ranger though he held little love for him.
"How do you fair?" Legolas asked
Halbarad jumped slightly, "I am fine, this will all pass I will one day move on, I don't know how but I will," the Ranger said.
Legolas sighed softly, "You do not understand how much your cousin meant to me, he was the first mortal I ever trusted after what happened to my mother. He taught me not all humans were bad, I can never thank him enough," Legolas felt tears begin to stream down his own cheeks.
Halbarad turned to the elf prince, "Estel wants us to be friends he always has but I ignored him, please let me fix my mistake."
Legolas smiled, "It is fixed," The Ranger and the Elf embraced.

Arwen lay gasping on her bed she felt pain and the only person she could think of that she would have such a connection to was Estel.
'Oh Estel what is wrong?' She called in her mind but no response came.
She felt his life leaving and knew she would follow.

Harry and Hermione gasped as they saw the body lying on the floor, dried blood lay around him.
"Estel!" Hermione gasped cupping her hands on her mouth too stifle a scream.

Gandalf opened the portal and sent the owl through he hoped it would get to Elrond soon. As he walked down the stairs he could not shake off a bad feeling, a feeling that something was not right.

Galadriel looked in her mirror and watched the future of Middle Earth hanging in the balance anything at this time could kill him. Galadriel looked at the young boy and girl who were trying to help him, the boy was he the one?

Ron walked into the Great Hall and was surprised to see that Hermione, Harry and Estel were no where to be seen.

"When my parent's took me camping they taught me first aid, go get help and I'll do what I can," Hermione said going to Estel's side. Harry nodded and began to run.
"Hold on Estel," she whispered.

Elladan sat in his mother's memorial though she was not dead Elrond saw it fit to have the memorial.
"Oh mother guide me, where did I go wrong? What did I do to loose the hope of Middle Earth?" he cried, "I tried my best to take care of him yet he still did not survive, like Elrohir and fish!" tears now streamed down Elrond's eldest's cheeks. He could not believe that his brother was gone of course the rumours went around about Arwen and Estel speaking telepathically but they were only hopes faint and fading hopes that the youngest son of Elrond was still alive, "Please mother help me!" he sobbed. No answer there never was.

Elrohir sighed walking away from where he had been spying on his brother it was no longer unusual to find him in such a state and it pained the younger twin. He knew Elrohir blamed himself for what had happened to their mother and now no doubt he was blaming himself for Estel's disappearance, it was unfair.

Hermione looked at the opening to the hall way anxiously help needed to arrive soon, Estel was growing colder.
"Stay with us," she whispered.

Harry ran looking for someone, anyone who could help. He was so frantic looking around he did not notice Gandalf. He ran straight into the old wizard.
"Why are you in such a rush? The old wizard asked standing up.
"It's Estel!" Harry said gasping for air, "come!"

They ran through the maze of halls until they got to where Hermione was waiting.
"Get him to the healing wing," Gandalf said trying to remain calm and in control. Though he knew that Estel held the strongest hold on this situation it was his choice if he wanted to die so it shall be.

Madam Pomfrey decided to say nothing but she thought any friends of Harry Potter were jinxed especially this one who was now making constant visits to the hospital wing. She really didn't know what to do the boy lay at deaths door, what possibly could she do?

Elrond knew he was risking his own life, but he could not let his son die he loved Aragorn too much. He closed his eyes and ventured into the world between life and death where Estel was.

He could now see them. He understood why Halbarad called him a spitting image of his father, the man stood tall and proud it was almost like looking into and older mirror. At his side was his mother she stood with a smile encouraging him to join them, but there was a disappointment in her knowing her son had not been able to save Middle Earth and leaving no heir.

"Estel no!" Aragorn spun around and saw Elrond, "Please Ion nin do not leave us!" he cried.
Aragorn looked between his parents and the only father he ever knew and felt himself torn between them. Both had left him with both fond and sad memories. No, he could not remember his father, but it was his father. Elrond was the elf who had taken him in. Did the elf even care for him?
"Please I am sorry, I wish we had not fought do not die let me make it up to you!" Elrond cried.
"Aragorn, my son this is your place with your mother and I," Arathorn said gently.
"Estel, please I need you, we need you, and the world needs you!"
Tears began to run down Aragorn's cheeks, "Duty! It's all you care about!" he cried.
Elrond looked at the child he had raised, "Please Estel! I love you! You are as much my son as Elladan and Elrohir are!"
"Aragorn your time in Middle Earth is over. This is what the Valar decided you must accept that you are not needed in the world of the living any more. Come to where you may rest from your trials and know your family," Arathorn reached out his hand to his son.
Aragorn looked at his two fathers and mother. He sighed and took Arathorn's hand…..