So, I haven't done a fanfiction in a long time and this one has been on my mind lately. A couple have so you will probably see several popping up in this genre. I don't have an update schedule. I will probably update as it comes to me or if I get so many reviews for more updates that I have no other choice, but to update lest I get cyber lynched.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings else I would be a millionaire.


Lady of the Wood: Prologue

The milky film cleared from the water as the golden haired elf turned her blue eyes away from it. Her perfectly bowed lips settled into a frown. Things were going to be more complicated than she had previously thought.

"What is it, my lady?"

Galadriel of Galadhrim straightened her form and turned to her companion. The worried look on her old friend's face forced her to give a small smile to reassure him. Though she was centuries older than the man, he was more likely to kill himself from stress far before she ever would.

"Complications, Headmaster."

"Complications?" Dumbledore's brow furrowed. "What do you mean? Is Harry going to have trouble? Should I gather the Order?"

Galadriel gave a short laugh at her friend's ability to take one word from her and take it on a crazed frenzy of possible problems. She stepped down from her scrying bowl and seemingly floated across the room. Elves were known for their soundless movement and though there were a few that were the exception it made their lives far easier to get around unnoticed. But some times more drastic measures were needed to hide their existence from muggles and wizards alike.

With her back turned to the younger man, she reached up towards a shelf on the stone wall of her quarters. "Your precious savior is safe, my friend." With a wooden box now in hand, she turned back to the wizard. "But my daughter is another story."

"Ms. Granger?"

She quirked a brow at him, "You know as well as I do she has never been a Granger." The wooden box in her hand was settled down on to the table between them. "I gave her to you for her protection. She is well aware of the consequences if she is found by the half-blood before she has taken my place as Lady Galadhrim."

"And I have done my best to keep her out of his sights." Curious, Dumbledore moved closer to the table to get a better look at what was inside the box. Eyes on the lid of the box, his mouth formed a small smile. "She does have a penchant for getting into trouble though."

Amusement filled Galadriel eyes, "And whose fault is that?"

Blue eyes crinkled, "I have hundreds of students. I can't police everything that goes on. I'm not like you, I don't know everything."

An unladylike snort left the elf, "Hardly." Her small delicate hand set itself on top of the wood lid. "Even I do not know everything and I wouldn't want to. The things I do know I sometimes wish I didn't." A tired look crossed her face for a brief moment and then it was gone. Her eyes moved to the item in front of her. "But back to the issue at hand."

"The complication." When she did not answer him right away, he gestured a hand out to her, "Well, what did you see?"

"Many things." She sighed and moved to open the box. "But only two that can be dealt with at this time." She reached her hand into the box and withdrew two rings. Both of silver metal, but upon closer inspection the metal looked as if two vines had intertwined themselves and had been dipped in silver.

"Those aren't…?" The grey wizard's brows rose in horror.

"Of course not silly wizard. These are engagement rings." Galadriel shook her head at the very thought that she would keep those rings anywhere out in the open.

She held the rings out in her hand for the wizard to see. He reached a hand out to pick up one of the rings, but dropped it back into her hand with a disappointed huff when he felt nothing but metal.

"Well Galadriel I am very fond of you, but I'm not quite sure I'm ready to settle down yet. What would Celeborn think?"

She closed her hands around the rings with a pointed look and placed them back in the box. "These are not for you, old fool. They're Hermione's."

Dumbledore tilted his head, "I wasn't aware that a mate had been chosen for her yet."

"There has now." Galadriel whispered, her head down as she closed the wooden lid.

"I'm not quite sure I follow you, my lady. What does this have to do with the complication?"

"He's going to kill you. Or rather his actions will kill you." Her head snapped up when Dumbledore only chuckled. "It is no laughing matter. You will die if nothing is done."

"My dear friend, I am only a wizard. I am bound to leave this world one way or another."

Her small hand placed itself on top of his own aged hand. "But not like this. Not because of him. I will not let him take another light from this world. Not when I can do something about it."

Dumbledore placed his other hand on top of hers, a small smile on his lips. "Then you better tell me this plan of yours so that I can contribute to my salvation."

Eyes on her scrying stand, she tightened her hold on his hands. "We are going to solve two problems at once. Giving my daughter the power she needs to protect herself and keeping the boy from causing your death."

Grey eyebrows rose, "Boy?"

Blue met blue as her mouth spoke the name of her soon to be son-in-law, "Draco Malfoy."