UPDATED/REVISED: 20/04/2013

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All mistakes are my own and I'm not changing the characters even if they do seem OOCish.

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Elvish Tongue(bold/underline)

Overheard Speaking

/ Speaking telepathically /

~*~*~*~ The Crossing of Worlds: Chapter 3 ~*~*~*~

Footsteps rang through the empty corridors of the Elven Palace as Harry made his way through the many halls that resided within the House of Elrond. The sun was beginning to set over the gorge, descending the city into darkness at the twilight.

"There is no strength in the world of Man. They are scattered, divided, leaderless."

Harry paused mid step at the words that echoed from the door he had just passed. Silently, he walked back from to the door to eavesdrop.

'Is the world of Man truly in such disarray that Lord Elrond would condemn them so much,' Harry thought.

Elrond's silent companion began to respond.

"There is one who could unite them. One who would reclaim the throne of Gondor," the companion, Gandalf stated.

A sigh rang through the air, letting Harry know that Elrond did not truly agree with the istari.

"He turned from that path a long time ago. He has chosen exile," Elrond claimed, his tone final.

Harry's breath hitched in his throat. Quickly yet silently, he left the doorway, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. His heart was pounding in his chest as he rushed through the palace halls.

He stopped when he came to an open garden in the centre of the palace, a statue present on the other side, hidden in the darkness.

Harry sighed and sat on the railing edge with his back to the garden and looked up at the brilliant moon that shone full and bright.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for the man whose life was already chosen for him; yet, the man was someone who could bring order back to the land of Middle-Earth. Now Harry knew what all the other's had felt when had looked to him as the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. And he hated that feeling.

Harry only hoped he could meet the man who was the Heir to the throne of Gondor.

Harry climbed the stairs until he reached the top. Emerald eyes widened at the statue of a woman that held the broken shards of a sword. The shards glistened in the moonlight, echoing the magical aura that seemed to radiate from the pieces of metal.

"You want to be remade don't you?" Harry whispered as he reached to caress the metal.

A hand shot out, grabbing his wrist.

Harry tensed before twisting out of the persons grip; he lunged trying to punch the person in the face.

His punch was blocked and grabbed before Harry was shoved against a wall and a hand began to choke him.

Harry tried clawing away at the hand holding him, kicking out his legs.

Cold, hard steel was pressed against his throat; Harry gulped at the blade that pressed harshly down on his throat.

Harry looked over at his attacker to see bright blue eyes staring down on him.

Fire coursed through his veins, through his very being as the blue eyes looked down on him as if trying to see his very soul.

The heat from the man's hands burned his skin but no mark was being left. I was more like the man was branding his very soul.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" the man growled.

The husky voice sent a shiver down Harry's spine. The sensual voice fogging up his mind with desire for the man.

Harry shook his head, clearing the fog.

"My family and I are guests of Lord Elrond. Our business is our own," Harry gasped through the hand on his throat.

He was suddenly released from the grasp, landing awkwardly on his feet. Harry rubbed his throat, releasing sparks of healing magic into the bruising muscle.

The man before him shuffled his feet awkwardly, "I apologise for attacking you. The Shards of Narsil are sacred to us."

"The Shards of Narsil?" Harry whispered, "Oh, forgive me. I did not recognise the blade. The energy just drew me forward."

The man raised an eyebrow but thought nothing more on the matter.

"I am Aragorn. And who might you be Elfling?" the man, Aragorn asked.

"My name is Harry and I am no Elfling. Why does everyone think that? I'm not that bloody short!" Harry grumbled.

Aragorn chuckled before sitting, "I meant it by your age Harry as you would be considered by the Elves, though you are short."

Harry just grumbled and pouted, sitting next to the man. Aragorn grabbed his pipe and put it in his mouth. Before Aragorn could light it up, Harry sent a flicker of ember of fire into the pipe. The bright burst scared Aragorn enough that he let out an unmanly squeal and he jumped from his seat, landing on the floor and on his back.

Harry laughed, clutching his stomach. The look on Aragorn's face was priceless.

His chuckles began to lessen, but the grin remained.

Aragorn just sighed and shook his head, chuckling softly at his embarrassment.

"You are a strange Elf, I'll give you that," Aragorn chuckled.

"Hybrid."

"What?" Aragorn exclaimed.

"I'm a Hybrid - part Elf, part Human," Harry explained, "My family and I were born Human but with magical powers, we were called Wizards in our world before we also became half Elf when we pass over to this dimension."

"Are you immortal?" Aragorn asked, tilting his head.

"No. Much to the Twins' dismay. What they wouldn't give to have an eternity of pranking people!" Harry chuckled leaning back in his seat.

Aragorn looked at him, his sapphire blue eyes looking deeply into Harry's emerald eyes, searching for something within the emerald depths.

"And you?"

Harry blushed, trying to not examine the question for his own assumptions.

"I'm happy with just one life time; this is my second chance at a happier life time. I want to actually live this life the way I want to and hopefully some madman won't ruin this for me a second time."

The shock in Aragorn's eyes was evident to all but a blind man.

Pushing away his morbid thoughts, Harry heard the distant howl of Padfoot on the wind.

"Forgive me but I must go. My godfather is looking for me," Harry stated, standing up.

Aragorn stood and reached for Harry's left hand. Harry allowed the touch, his face heating up slightly.

"Until next time then Harry," Aragorn said in a husky voice, bestowing a light kiss on the back of Hybrid's hand.

Harry's blush darkened as his hand was released. He coughed; cover his face with a curtain of hair.

"Let us hope that that time is not too far away," Harry said softly, beginning to descend the stairs with one last glance at Aragorn.

"As do I, Little One," Aragorn whispered, returning to his seat.

Heartbeats pounded in his ears as Harry descended the stairs.

ARAGORN. ARAGORN. The name rushed through his thoughts, as if his very being was Harry's sole reason for existing.

MY MATE.

A smile brimmed to his face, almost glowing with happiness. Harry had felt all that the man was when their eyes had met and he had loved all that he had seen.

Harry turned for one last glance at Aragorn, only to stop at what he saw.

Another man stood by the Shards of Narsil, only to reach out and grab the hilt of the once-mighty sword.

Anger radiated from Aragorn as he watched the Man.

"The Shards of Narsil," the man spoke, grasping the hilt of the sword within his hands, "The blade that cut the Ring from Sauron's hand. Still sharp."

The man finally seemed to register the angry sapphire gaze upon him; the man twitched before throwing the sword to the ground.

"No more than a broken heirloom," the man grunted walking away.

Harry bit his lip, unsure of what to do as he watched his mate bend down to retrieve the fallen sword. A thrum of sadness and guilt flowed through the slight connection between them.

Harry started to walk back towards the stairs.

"Aah!" Harry cried, clutching his head.

A dark icy spike stabbed away at his mental defences. The pain sent him shuddering to his knees.

Fear spread through Harry at the thought that his mate could be in danger as well.

He looked up, only to lock eyes with the cold, dark eyes of Lady Arwen as she glared down on him with anger and hatred in her eyes. She smirked darkly at Harry before adopting the perfect poker face, turning towards Aragorn who had replaced the sword upon the pedestal and lowered his head in respect.

"Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate," Arwen proclaimed.

Aragorn's entire expression was replaced by a look full of fear and sadness to his own personal ghosts that were forced to the surface by the Elven witch's words.

The look tore at Harry's heart.

"The same blood flows through my veins. The same weakness," Aragorn said softly, turning to face Arwen.

Harry tried to move forward to help his mate, but felt locked in place by a dark and evil energy as Arwen strode forward to step into Aragorn's personal space.

"Your time will come. You will face the same evil and you will defeat it."

Her voice softened as she changed to the Elven tongue, "The Shadow does not hold sway yet. Not over you . . . not over me."

Harry tried to fight against the dark magic holding him back, only to stop and truly look at the man's eyes and see the adoration held within for the Elven woman in front of him. He could not compete with that, not if it was source behind his mate's true happiness.

Before he could stop himself, Harry ran from the corridor in tears, not knowing of the soft gasp and stare that fell from his mate who had turned to see him leave, as he ran away into the dark corridors.

A soft but dark whisper rang on the air, "Do not follow him. He is not your mate, I am. Don't you think so," Arwen whispered as the darkness swirled stronger around them as she placed a hand on his chest.

The darkness flowed into the man's body, the man gasped once again and the life the eyes once held, turned dull as the spell held stronger onto his mind.

"Yes," he intoned.

~*~*~*~ The Crossing Of Worlds ~*~*~*~

Harry ran and ran before bumping into someone, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Looking over, Harry saw that he had bumped into the old wizard.

"Oh, I am so sorry Gandalf. I didn't see you," Harry cried as he rushed to help the old man up.

Gandalf shook his head to clear it before looking up at him with a small smile on his face.

"It is quite alright young one; judging by the tears in your eyes, I would say that your mind was clearly not worried about where you were walking. Do you wish to talk about it?" Gandalf asked softly,, placing hand on young Hybrid's shoulder.

Harry looked up with sad yet hopeful emerald eyes before more tears fell and he grabbed the old man in a hug. He began whispering his tale to the old wizard, who let the young man spill all his troubles out for only him to know.

~*~*~*~ The Crossing of Worlds ~*~*~*~

The silence reigned as the Council waited for Lord Elrond to begin the Meeting of the Ring.

Harry eyes wandered around the circle of people who had come to the congregation.

He sat next Gandalf who had Frodo on his right side, protecting the young Hobbit from the danger or threats that may arise due to the procession. Elves from Mirkwood, Dwarves from the mountains and Men from the lower lands sat around the circle, all-whispering softly among their own kind.

Harry could feel the blue eyes of his mate staring at him. Aragorn's eyes bore into him yet Harry did not dare look up in the fear of tears threatening to fall.

A hand rested on his right shoulder bringing him from his morbid thoughts. He looked up and saw Gandalf looking down at him with worry and sadness in his eyes.

/ My heart and soul yearns for something it cannot have, it will take time to learn and heal from the truth. Do not worry about me Gandalf, I will be fine, / Harry thought to the old man telepathically.

Gandalf nodded and his eyes returned to the middle of the Circle where Elrond was now standing up tall, ready to beginning the meeting.

"Strangers of distant lands. Friends of old. You've been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom," Elrond stated upon the council, daring them to speak before he turned his eyes upon the young Hobbit, "Bring forth the ring Frodo."

With the gesture from the Elf Lord, Frodo stood and walked slowly as if bringing his own doom to the light. There, upon the pedestal in the middle of the circle, did he place the One Ring of Sauron.

A hush of whispers circled the meeting, all muttering about the evil the ring possessed or using it for their own gain. Harry gritted his teeth and looked to his left to see Severus also looking angry at the words being whispered. Sirius seemed not to be listening as he stared at one of the men in the circle. Fred and George also seemed to only hold eyes for the same Elf present in the council.

/ Looks like they have found their mates / Harry thought to Severus who looked up and saw the same thing he did.

/ Why am I not surprised that they found theirs so soon? Be glad we have not or we would also be distracted by our own mates in this quest, we do not need distractions if we want to live to see the rest of our lives with our mates Harry / Severus thought back to him, onyx eyes catching emerald.

Harry looked down as he felt the blood rush from his face, leaving him pale.

/ You have found your mate as well, have you not? / Severus thought softly, placing a hand over Harry's left hand.

/ Yes, but he will never accept me as long he has only eyes for the Lord's Daughters / Harry thought, squeezing the hand back, holding onto one person he could always rely on to hold onto him when he cried.

Harry felt the anger burn in the man's mind. He was just glad that he hadn't pointed out who his mate was to the Potions Master, for the ex-Death Eater would truly prove why how good he was at torturing people.

A whisper rang through the air, silencing all.

"So it is true," the son of the Steward of Gondor, Boromir spoke as if looking at the greatest treasure in the whole of Middle Earth, "It is a gift."

Standing up, Boromir began to address the council, "A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay, by the blood of our people, while your lands are kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against him."

Severus chuckled darkly at the man.

Boromir turned his eyes upon the wizard, "And what is so funny?"

"That you think you could possibly wield it. It is pure evil, fuelled by the dark fires of Mount Doom. Only death and darkness would fall upon you and your people if you were to wield it," Severus spoke.

"And you know of this how?" Boromir growled.

A cry rang through the circle, breaking up the glaring contest between the fuming Potions Master and Gondorian. Harry looked up and paled further when he realised that the cry came from his own mate.

"You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other Master," Aragorn stated.

Boromir stalked over to face the man, "And what would a Ranger know of that?"

The Elf, who Fred and George only had eyes for, stood up to defend him.

"This is no Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance," Legolas, the Elven Prince of Mirkwood, stated.

With disbelief in his eyes, Boromir turned his eyes upon Aragorn, "Aragorn . . . This is Isildur's heir?"

"And Heir to the throne of Gondor," Legolas stated, levelling his eyes on Boromir.

"Sit down, Legolas," Aragorn spoke in the Elvish tongue.

Listening to reason and his friend, Legolas sat down but his glare still sat upon Boromir.

Boromir turned his cold eyes upon Aragorn and sneered, "Gondor has no King. Gondor needs no King," before sitting upon his seat in the circle.

Gandalf sighed and spoke his words, "Aragorn is right. We cannot use it."

Lord Elrond spoke loud and true to the council, "You have only one choice. The ring must be destroyed."

One of the dwarves stood from his seat and grabbed an axe, "What are we waiting for?" before going to attack the ring.

Harry leapt from his seat and raised a hand, letting the magic flow through his veins and unleashed it upon the unsuspecting dwarf.

The axe was taken from the dwarf's hand and lifted higher so no one could reach it. The very air seemed to quiver around the axe, alerting all to those who stared in shock of the power radiating from it.

With a swing of hand, Harry sent it flying away from them, where it embedded itself into a nearby tree.

All eyes turned upon him, as the air seemed to quiver around his body.

"Do you not think, Master Dwarf, that many have tried and failed that already? You could have endangered everyone in this council if you had attacked the ring, no one knows of how it could have reacted. No craft by magical or mortal means can destroy it," Harry growled at the dwarf.

"Lord Harry, calm thyself. However he is right, Gimli, son of Gloin, the ring cannot be destroyed by any craft we hear possess. The ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only then can it be unmade. It must be taken to Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this," Elrond spoke.

Silence reigned through the circle as the Elf Lord's words sunk in.

Boromir sighed angrily, "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs; there is evil there that does not sleep. The Great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with 10, 000 men could you do this. It is folly."

With a growl, Legolas stood up and confronted the man, "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond just said? The ring must be destroyed!"

"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" Gimli rumbled.

"And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?" Boromir cried.

"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!" Gimli cried.

Every man, elf and dwarf then stood and the air seemed to quake with the arguments being tossed back and forth. Harry sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.

"You think if an argument got us anywhere, the Ring would have been destroyed centuries ago," Harry grumbled.

The small Hobbit, Frodo looked at him and laughed at his morbid humour. A small smile now present on the Hobbit's face.

"Any idea how to shut them up then?" Frodo countered with a laugh.

Harry smirked at the mischievous young Hobbit, "I like how you think. I do know a silencing spell."

The smile on Frodo's face turned into an evil smirk and he nodded at the wizard.

Harry stood up and spread his arms wide, before bringing them together in a ringing clap, releasing the magic within. The wave of magic passed through each member of the council, silencing each and every argument.

Confused and scared, the now silent members of the council looked around for the power that had deemed them silent.

Harry brought his fingers to his mouth and blew a thrill and high-pitched whistle. Many of the members of the council brought their hands up to their ears wincing at the sharp noise.

All eyes turned to him.

"Seriously, you are grown men, probably twice my age and you are all acting like petty children squabbling over the same bloody toy!" Harry cried.

All the men looked down ashamed at their actions being brought to light by the young hybrid.

"This argument will bring us nothing but false answers and petty rivalries between allies. We need a union not a battle between ourselves, not with Sauron's forces attacking the surrounding lands as we speak," Harry cried, "This is not something I would expect of hardened soldiers and war veterans. We need to make a decision and your petty squabbling is getting us nowhere."

A soft voice spoke from behind him, "I will take it . . . I will take it!"

Harry turned to see Frodo standing up tall for his stature but his face and voice made the effect less than imposing, "I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though I do not know the way."

Sighing, Harry snapped his fingers, letting the magic fade away, allowing the others to now speak.

Gandalf nodded at the hybrid and smiled, before walking towards Frodo, "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear."

Aragorn stepped forward, "If by my life or death, I can protect you. I will," he kneeled before the Hobbit, "You have my sword."

Following in the Ranger's footsteps, Legolas stepped forward, "And you have my bow."

"And my axe," Gimli spoke as he strode forward.

Harry looked to his brothers and father figures and watched as they nodded at him to lead, "Along with our magic and swords," Harry spoke, allowing for Severus, Sirius, Fred and George to follow on.

Frodo smiled at him brightly, glad for his assistance from the young wizard hybrid, "Thank you Harry."

Boromir strode forward to look upon the group before his eyes settled on the Hobbit, "You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."

A rustling from the bushes caught them off guard, Sam popped out the bushes, "Hey!" he rushed to Frodo's side and crossed his arms, "Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me."

"No indeed, it is near impossible to separate the two of you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not," Elrond said slightly shocked at the intrusion.

"Oi! We're coming too!" two voice cried as Merry and Pippin ran out from behind two columns and joining the group.

"You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" Merry cried, reaching Frodo's side.

Fred and George laughed, grinning at each other mischievously.

"Oh we,"

"Can easily,"

"Organise it,"

"If we need to,"

"And very happily,"

"As well," the twins finished in unison.

Merry gulped and slowly back away from the Twins who shared a very evil smirk.

"Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission . . . quest . . . thing," Pippin began to only finish as a tumble of words.

Merry looked at him in exasperation, "Well that rules you out Pip."

The twins laughed again, before looking at each other with the greatest grins on their faces, "Oh we are going to like them!"

Legolas looked down at Harry and asked, "Are they always like that?"

"Trust me when I say that is when they are being normal. They are one soul, just with two mouth pieces. Just be wary of anything they give you," Harry warned and laughed at the shocked expression on the Elf's face.

"Oh Harry you wound us."

Elrond strode towards the group and looked upon them, "Fourteen companions. So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."

"Great where are we going?" Pippin asked, only to receive laughter at his words.

"WHAT? What did I say?"

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