Summary: I don't know how to sum this up, all I know is it's a Legolas, and Hermione fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Pairing: Legolas / Hermione

Reunited Hearts

'Hearts protect, what is there own,

by any means possible in our world.

With my last kiss goodbye,

upon your sleeping crown,

I promise you my heart,

we will unite once more.'

He placed a gentle kiss to the sleeping Elf, who was slumbering beside him, before he went towards the mission that would change the world as they all knew, hopefully for the better.

"Are you sure he wants us to take her?" A voice asked, from outside her tent, in the early morning.

"Yes, how many times shall you be told," Answered another, slightly more frustrated voice.

"Why would the king, just not want her brought to him?" The first voice questioned again.

There was a bright light that shined in the hut, causing the elf to scurry to the corner, in fear of the unfamiliar light, "I done no wrong deed, please leave me in peace."

A elder man stepped out of the light, and slowly knelt in front of the young woman, "This time is no longer yours, I have come to take you, to where you now belong," he reached his hand out slowly, as not to frighten the young Elf more then she already was.

"What's your name?" She asked, not taking his hand, but closing her own fist to her chest, as she felt magic began to emerge, "I did not trick him to love me."

The elder man noticed the small bolts of electricity come from her palm, and smiled at the Elf. "Those men out there want to kill you, I am here to take you to a place, where you will be safe." He closed his outstretched hand, then reopened it to reveal a butterfly, "Trust me, Amariel."

She took his hand, and suddenly was in complete darkness.

"You need to get up, Hermione!" Her mother called from the other side of her door, "You don't want to sleep through your whole 'Adopted Day', do you?"

"Coming mum," The young woman answered, as she slid her feet into her slippers, and threw on her favorite strawberry printed robe. Adopted Day, was what they celebrated, since there had been no real record of her birth. Her real parents hadn't been listed, when she was dropped at the hospital, and her adoptive parents were called to get her. After they were on a long waiting list, for word of a child to be adopted.

She collected her journal, and added the nights dream, where she kept the other dreams stored. She gently touched her temple, where she could still feel the lingering kiss, of the man she never met. Grabbing her wand, she got dressed, and hurried down to her waiting parents.

"There's our Hermione," Her father announced, as he wrapped his arms around the young woman, "Happy Adopted Day, love. How do you feel being fourteen?"

Her mother noticed the journal still in her daughters hands, and sighed as she walked over to the pile of presents, "Suppose your ready to shelf this book?"

The young girl nodded, as she walked to the linen closet, where she magically hid the chest she took to school with her, "They been coming a lot, I don't know where these dreams are coming from, but it feels like I am really there."

"That dream boy hasn't been kissing you again, has he?" Mr. Granger teased, as he pretended to give her his protective father tone, before the three laughed.

"I gave Molly, and Author, some money to buy your presents this year love, since they already know what you been wanting," Her mother set the table, with fresh strawberry waffles, with strawberry cream for the topping, along with powder sugar, "Eat up, before we head to the train station."

Hermione smiled, as she started to enjoy the strawberry feast her mother made.

The Granger's, ran a popular dentistry, and hardly allowed such sweets for a meal time. Except for her special day, or there own, and Christmas. Always telling her that, she picked them the second the doctors placed her, into her fathers arms. They had been surprised when they discovered she was a witch, but encouraged her in her academics, like they had during her grade school years.

She loved her parents.

A/N: I hope you like this chapter, I know it's short.