UPDATED/REVISED: 24/04/2013
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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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/ Speaking telepathically /
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~*~*~ The Crossing of Worlds Chapter 6 ~*~*~
Boromir ran to the door of the Tomb and looked out into the hall, only to flinch back just in time to avoid being hit by a volley of arrows fired by the Orcs. The two Men pushed the door closed, leaning against it heavily just to hear the roar of a beast, echoing outside in the hall.
"They have a cave troll," Boromir stated in a sarcastic happy voice.
Grabbing fallen axes, Legolas threw them to Boromir and Aragorn who used them to support the door, wedging it shut. The Elf rushed forward placing a few spears against it before drawing back with the two other men and drawing arms. There defence would not hold for long.
Gandalf threw away his hat and drew his sword, giving a war cry.
The four Hobbits followed his lead while the five Hybrids drew their swords and summoned their elements from their cores, glowing with suppressed magic.
The door rattled and the ground shook as Orcs battered against the doors.
Gimli growled and stood atop the stone coffin, "Let them come. There is still one dwarf Huddin warrior who still draws breath."
Axes hacked away at the worn wooden door and holes began to appear, Aragorn and Legolas let loose a series of arrows, drawing piercing cries from their victims. Before they could notch another round of arrows, the door burst open.
Chaos followed as the shards of the door flew back. Waves of Orcs entered the room, only to be cut down one by one; foe after foe was slayed upon sight.
Harry could just make out amongst the fighting the other members of the Fellowship.
Gimli, still proud and strong, fighting atop the stone coffin, cutting down any who stood in his way. The Hobbits had drawn back into the corner, watching out for themselves, slashing and stabbing those who drew near with their short blades. The ominous blue glow of Frodo's sword acting as a beacon to the enemy to come forth but also as a beacon of hope for the other members of the Fellowship. Sam, the brave little Hobbit, was brandishing a worn frying pan, knocking out his enemies with well aimed swings.
Gandalf was twirling around the room, swinging his staff and sword in their mighty dance of steel and magic as he spun left and right, taking down all those who dared approached the ageing wizard.
Legolas spun around, swinging his twin blades in their dance as he ran through the ranks of Goblins who flowed through. Aragorn and Boromir were nearby, shedding blood and death in the same volume.
Flashes and bursts of magic coursed through the air, proving that the Hybrids were still fighting strong.
As the Orcs seemed to dwindle down in numbers, a great and mighty roar rang through the hall. All turned to the door to see a giant Cave Troll burst through the door, sending chunks of rock into the room. The creature was being lead into the room by a collar and chain, like that of a wild dog.
Moments passed before the Troll began to attack them with a huge roar. Gimli growled and threw one of the axes at the beast, causing it to roar in pain. The troll, angry, swung its giant club at the dwarf, smashing the stone coffin from where the dwarf had leapt. The troll swept its club angrily, taking out many of the Orcs in its attempts to get to the dwarf.
As the troll swung its chain around the room, Legolas trapped the chain against a stone column before leaping upwards and standing on the trolls' shoulders, drawing and arrow and shooting it in the head, only to have the arrow shatter on the trolls' hard skull. This only further angered the troll.
The great beast turned its anger filled eyes upon Frodo.
Frodo, Merry and Pippin cried out as the troll began its attack on them.
As it reached for Frodo, Aragorn ran forward, brandishing a spear and pierced its side. It cried in pain before knocking the Ranger away and into a wall, knocking him out cold.
Time seemed to slow down for Harry as he watched Aragorn fall to the ground.
"Aragorn!" Harry cried out, before slicing away the Orcs in front of him, desperate to get to the Ranger's side.
Frodo ran to escape from the Troll, only to be stopped by the spear the Troll had grabbed. The Hobbit was backed into corner before the Troll thrust the spear towards him.
Frodo cried out in pain as the spear pierced his side, time seemed to slow down as he fell facedown to the ground.
The Hobbit's cries of pain drove the others to slaughter the rest of the horde to try and get to the Halfling.
Merry and Pippin gave a mighty war cry before leaping onto the Troll's back and stabbing it in the back of the neck to bring it away from Frodo. This gave Legolas the chance to shoot another arrow at the creature, this time it was brought down as the arrow pierced through the roof of its mouth and its skull, before it fell dead at the Elf's feet.
Harry rushed to Aragorn's side, not caring about anything else but his injured mate. A rush of energy flowed from Harry into the Ranger, healing him of his wounds and bringing him to consciousness.
Aragorn awoke with a start. His eyes softened as they caught Harry's worried ones. Turning, he saw Frodo lying face down.
He gasped and rushed to Frodo's side, thinking the worse as he saw the Hobbit facedown, "Oh no."
Turning the Halfling over, Frodo began to gasp for breath and groaned in pain.
The young Halfling was still alive.
"I'm alright," Frodo gasped, "I'm not hurt."
"You should be dead," Aragorn stated in amazement, "That spear would have skewered a wild boar."
"I think there is more to this Hobbit than meets the eye," Gandalf said in awe.
Harry watched in awe to see Frodo move the neck of his tunic down to reveal a fine chainmail beneath.
"Mithril," Gimli stated softly.
The cries of Orcs approaching echoed through the halls once again.
They ran from the room and into the echoing stone halls. The cries of the Orcs echoed louder and louder as they approached in thousands towards the group of fourteen warriors. The group stood in a circle as the Orcs surrounded them, crying out in glee.
All seemed to stop as a thundering roar rang through the dwarven hall. The Orcs began to run in fear at the roar that echoed through the hall. Light began to illuminate the end of the hall where the group had run from.
"What is this new devilry?" Boromir whispered to Gandalf looking towards the light.
Gandalf closed his eyes before reopening them, "A Balrog, a demon of the ancient world."
All quivered in fear of the name and from the roar that echoed the halls of the mountain.
"This foe is beyond any of you," Gandalf said, "RUN!"
All listened to his shout as they ran towards the end of the hall, not waiting a moment to escape through the doorway.
Boromir was leading the way through the passage but came to a halt at the ledge of the twinning staircase. He stood precariously on the edge, almost falling to his death before Sirius reached forward and grabbed onto the man's tunic, dragging him back and into Sirius' arms.
Boromir panted his thanks to the Air Wielder.
Sirius smirked for a second before leaning into whisper loudly, "If we make it through this alive, remind me to kiss you."
Boromir blushed before looking back at him, he gulped, "Later, I promise."
Harry and Severus snorted.
Gandalf stopped to lean against the door heavily, panting from exhaustion.
Aragorn tried to help but Gandalf pushes him away, "Lead them on Aragorn, the bridge is near."
"DO AS I SAY!" Gandalf cried, "Swords are of no more use here."
They ran down the winding staircase, only to leap across a gap in the stairs that had collapsed.
The walls of the cave began to break and shatter as the Balrog rammed into the walls, trying to break them down.
With every roar that pierced the air, Harry felt his blood sing. His focus was drawn back to the creature made of fire and shadow. Its fires calling to him like a Siren's song. The energy seemed to want to draw him closer to the creature - closer to danger.
As his focus was drawn away, the others were jumping across the gap until the part of the stairs he and Aragorn were standing on had broken off from the rest and was left weak by a flying rock from the wall.
The staircase began to wobble and sway, leaning left, right, backward and forward.
Harry looked at Aragorn, "Do you trust me?"
"What?" Aragorn cried.
"Do you trust me?" Harry cried again.
Aragorn nodded at him.
Harry hauled Aragorn across his back, almost piggybacking the tall Ranger before leaping over the gap, over the rest of the group and onto the other side.
The others looked on in shock.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOT WAITING FOR? RUN!" Harry shouted, pulling Aragorn off his back and grabbing onto the man's hand, leading the way down the stairs.
They reached another hall, with a tower of fire pulsating on their right as they ran in the other direction.
Gandalf stopped, crying out to direct them over the bridge.
Time seemed to slow as Harry unconsciously let go of Aragorn's hand. Slowly, he turned towards the pulsing wall of fire to see Gandalf looking back at the fire. His heart beating in time with the pulsing fire.
A soft voice whispered inside his head, "The time is near Little One."
Listening to the voice, he ran back to the old istari and pushed him towards the others.
"Go Gandalf!" Harry cried.
"No Harry, this is no fight for a youngling!" Gandalf shouted at him.
"It is my time Gandalf, I must do this!" Harry shouted in Elvish.
A roar rang from behind them. A great beast made of flames and shadows now loomed before them. The demon had found them.
Grabbing the old man's hand, Harry dragged Gandalf away from the creature.
The others had just crossed the bridge and looked back at them with fear passing over their faces. Harry's emerald eyes met the steel-blue of Aragorn's as he stepped onto the bridge with Gandalf just in front of him. Harry closed his eyes in acceptance of his fate, only regretting that he hadn't told Aragorn the truth.
Releasing the old wizard, Harry turned to stare defiantly into the eyes of the creature.
Harry felt the song inside his blood soar higher as the Balrog took each step closer. The fire from the shadows calling to him, stronger than ever.
'Forgive me, my love.'
As the fire inside of him reached its peak as it drew it straight from his core, darkness descended upon him.
~*~*~ The Crossing of Worlds ~*~*~
Aragorn gasped as he watched Gandalf run across the bridge, leaving Harry behind. When his eyes caught Harry's, something within the emerald orbs pierced his hear. He rushed towards the old man, just as Gandalf reached them.
"Why did you leave him behind?" Aragorn cried.
Gandalf panted breathlessly before answering, "He said it was his time."
All eyes turned towards Harry who stood with his hands outstretched, looking at the Balrog.
The fire demon roared at the Hybrid, its heat intense from across the bridge.
A light began to surround Harry, just as bright and as hot as the sun. Aragorn gasped as a voice whispered in his head.
'Forgive me, my love.'
"I am Harry Potter, son of James, Saviour of the Wizarding World and the True Wielder of Fire. You will not pass!" Harry cried before his body burst into flames.
Sirius cried out, ready to rush across to him, only to be pulled back by Boromir, "HARRY!"
Just as the Balrog began to step forward once again, the fire began to grow bigger and stronger, evolving into the fiery form of a dragon. The dragon roared at the creature, the light illuminating from the dragon blinding all those who stood to watch.
(AN: Imagine a Chinese style of dragon – long, slender, no wings!)
The Balrog shrieked in pain from the light, stepping forward unintentionally.
Raising its front paws, the dragon slashed its claws at the Balrog. The demon dodged the sharp talons to only be whipped across the chest by a spiked tail. The Balrog lunged in anger at the dragon, grabbing the dragon around the neck and pinning it down to the bridge. The dragon hissed in pain, its body coiling up.
The dragon lunged forward wrapped its coils around the Balrog, latching itself onto the demon tightly.
Both shrieked in pain as the light and dark fire clashed.
Cracking could be heard as the shrieks continued.
Aragorn looked at the bridge to see it cracking under the pressure of the two creatures. The Fellowship could only watch on in horror as the bridge collapsed and the two creatures fell into the darkness below.
Time seemed to stop as they realised what had truly happened before them.
Harry had sacrificed his own life to stop the Balrog from getting to them.
Aragorn rushed forward, ready to run in after his emerald-eyed Hybrid, only to be stopped by Severus had grabbed him from behind and dragged him along and away what lay left of the bridge behind them.
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"NO! SEVERUS! YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO!" Aragorn cried as he tried to break free of the Earth Wielder's grip.
"Do not make me knock you out Strider!" Severus growled in his ear angrily, choking slightly in his words, his own grief trying to break through his cold shell.
Aragorn stopped and fell to his knees on the stone outcropping outside the mountain and the mines, his hands at his chest where his heart was breaking.
They had only just reached the other side of the mountain and escaped into the light of day. The group had just collapsed for a moment wanting to grieve for their fallen comrade, brother and family member.
Tears fell from his eyes as he closed them, his mind plaguing him with images and memories of the lively young man for whom he begun to fall for.
The emerald eyes and crooked smile of Harry's haunted his mind.
Opening his eyes, he turned to see Gandalf wiping his sword clean of blood.
Gandalf sighed and looked at the elf, "Legolas get them up."
Boromir turned from Sirius' crying form, for the Hybrid had fallen into his arms crying for the loss of his godson, to look at the old istari in anger, "Give them a moment for pity's sake!"
Gandalf nodded solemnly, "I would Boromir but these mountains will be swarming with Orcs by nightfall if we do not leave now. If we make for the Lothlórien now, then we can mourn. Do not think of me as heartless Boromir, for I too wish to cry for the loss of our young one."
~*~*~ The Crossing of Worlds ~*~*~
The group rushed towards the growing borders of the Lorien forest. As they broke through the banks of trees, they slowed to a walk, an aura of peace falling upon them at the sanctuary that the trees held before them.
"Stay close young Hobbits," Gimli stated, reaching towards the four Hobbits, "They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods - an Elf Witch."
Fred snorted softly before muttering to his twin, "An apt description of Galadriel."
Gimli continued, ignoring the twins, "Of terrible power. All those who look upon her fall under her spell and are never seen again."
Fred and George rolled their eyes at the dwarf, before rolling a finger near their left ear and whistled, almost stating to each other that the dwarf was crazy. Aragorn chuckled softy at the duo as he too thought that the Dwarf was little too superstitious.
"Well here is one Dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox," Gimli grunted before stopping suddenly.
Drawn bows pierced Gimli's vision, bringing him to total silence.
Elves surrounded the group, the group stood at a stock still, not even breathing at the threat imminent before them.
The leader of the elves stepped forward, "The dwarf breathes so loudly we could have shot him in the dark."
Gimli harrumphed at the Elf angrily.
Gandalf strode forward as well as Aragorn to stand before the Elf, bowing in respect, "Haldir of Lorien. We come here for help," Aragorn asked, before looking back at the others, "We need your protection."
"Aragorn, these woods are perilous, we should go back," Gimli stated somewhat in fear of the spears pointed at him.
"You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back," Haldir spoke, before turning his gaze knowingly upon Frodo, "Come, she is waiting."
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Dark had fallen upon the tree top Elven City, only to be illuminated by the thousands of glowing lights that stood like proud beacons to those who resided in the ancient city.
The group stood upon a platform, waiting upon the Elves who wished to speak with them.
A blinding light strode towards, blinding the group before it dimmed down to reveal the Lady and Lord of the Woods of Lorien.
Severus, Sirius, Fred and George bowed deeply to the two Elves in respect, though the sorrow was clear on their face.
Gandalf, Aragorn and Legolas nodded their heads.
Lord Celeborn looked among the group and sighed, "Thirteen are here, yet fourteen there were set out from Rivendell," he intoned before looking at his mate, "Young Harry has fallen into Shadow. It is as you foresaw, my dear."
Understanding in an instant, Sirius growled angrily at Galadriel.
Aragorn just stood there in confusion; if she had known, why hadn't she forewarned Harry? He could have still been among them if he she had. Tears brimmed in his eyes once again at the loss of the young man he grown to care about deeply.
"YOU KNEW GALADRIEL? WHY DID YOU NOT TELL US? YOU TOLD US WE WOULD ALL LIVE TO SEE OUT THIS WAR AND YET HARRY IS DEAD!" Sirius shouted in anger, the air quivering at the intensity of the emotions brought forth by the Air Wielder.
Galadriel just turned her gaze upon Aragorn, her eyes twinkling knowingly with light before turning to speak with the others, "If I had done so, all would have failed and the Fellowship destroyed and the Ring brought to Sauron. As it were, I did not foresee these changes in the tides of time till the moment Harry had his first vision of Mithridel. By letting things flow as they should, Harry reached his full potential as the True Wielder of Fire, awakening the dragon within him."
Galadriel turned to begin walking up the stairs, turning back to beckon them forth, "Come, you will see why we did not fear the sorrow that you hold in your hearts for the 'death' of your companion."
Aragorn followed, his heart growing wearier and wearier with each step forward. He just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry his heart out.
They passed through many trees before finally stopping at a glowing doorway. Galadriel nodded for them to go through.
Aragorn looked back at the rest and sighed before reluctantly entering.
He gasped.
Before him - silent and still, lay Harry unconscious on a soft bed under the glowing light of the door.
He rushed to the Hybrid's side and grasped the raven's hand with his left and his right caressing the soft cheek, hoping the touch would prove that it was all real and not just a dream.
Tears rushed down his face at the happiness of feeling Harry's warm skin against his and the calming pulse of blood flowing through the Hybrid. He softly began to whisper his thanks to the Valar for bringing the young man back to him.
"He is just resting. He was found floating in the river not long after you reached the edge of the forest," Galadriel stated to the group, drawing the attention back to her, "He will rest for three days until he awakens to continue on with your journey. For now you will all rest as he does, the answers to your questions will come at another time. Go now and rest, he will be here in the morn."
Aragorn looked down softly at the young man before him. He kissed the hand he held in his grip before standing up.
Bending down, Aragorn placed a soft kiss on Harry's lips before pulling away slightly to whisper.
"Rest well - my love."
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