A/N I am back mes bonbons! Still a short chapter, I know! HOLD ON THOUGH! I actually rewrote this chapter before uploading it, I felt the need to dial down the Mary Sues. I was going to upload last night, but decided to wait until today and proof read it with a less sleep-addled mind. And I am glad to say I did such a thing. There may be some mistakes here and there, if there are! IF... which is a big IF, please leave a kind review about it and let me know so at the end of the month I can go over the chapters and revise them.

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The Second Chance

Chapter Two: Visiting Eru

Disclaimer: I own a few OC which will be sprinkled through the story. Hermione belongs to both me and J.K Rowling, it is hard to say since she is basically and OC in Middle Earth due to my twisted desire to have her be different.


Hermione Granger woke with a start, but she truly wasn't awake. It took a few minutes for her to realize that she wasn't in the crib which she had fallen asleep in. But it was blurry, why she fell asleep in a crib, she did not know. The last thing she remembered was the warmth of her blood in her own throat, the metallic taste which made her gag. And then darkness, the rest after was furry. So why she was in a place that looked oddly like the Hall of Mandos in Middle Earth, she didn't know either.

Hermione grew up speaking Elvish instead of English or some other normal language, so she knew this place because of pictures. Hermione believed her parents to be rather mad for believing that Middle Earth was real, but the witch knew her mind could not make up something with this much detail in a dream. It made the bushy haired female wonder if this was her heaven, if so, she didn't understand why.

This wasn't her idea of heaven or the afterworld. In the distance, she could see people, they were beyond the pillars which were littered across the stone hall. As Hermione went to take a step towards the people, someone materialized in front of her, causing her to spook. It was a man, he looked like an elf which Hermione had seen multiple times through her books. As if reading her mind, he answered.

"I am Eru, you may know me from the scrolls which have been passed down through your family line. Your family line was one of the very last ones who knew of the world eons before your time. Tolkien was one of them. The Malfoys as well." Vaguely, Hermione remembered Lucius Malfoy's voice ringing out over the battle field, he was many yards away and Hermione had not yelled her last words, they were but a mere whisper. Not a single human would be able to hear it, so that made one wonder if said person was actually human. It could explain a few things.

"Where am I?" The male cocked his head to the side, his pointed ear protruding thought his long silver hair.

"You know this answer, yet you ask the question. You wish that it was not real, and you are merely going mad. But Hermione Granger, you are not going mad. These are the Halls of Mandos." The witch put her palms to her face and pressed, hoping this was all a dream, that her death was a dream, that Voldemort was just some twisted nightmare. But she knew that it was a fruitless hope. The blood on her clothes said that it was true.

"Why am I here then? That is one thing I do not know at the moment. I wish to know why I am in the Hall of Mandos." A soft smile was present on All-God's features, with a hum, the surroundings melted into a study of sorts, it was regal and large, but warm with soft colors. A fire in the fireplace was giving the room a darker orange hue.

"You are in Mandos because I wanted you to be in Mandos. You will not be in Mandos for long, I will iron out some details which you need to know before sending you on your way to a new life. I don't do this for everyone, but I find you worthy enough for this. I would have chosen your friend, Harry Potter. But that boy would simply not die." Hermione let out a soft laugh, it was true, and he wouldn't die. Hermione was pretty sure if a Flobberworm touched him while he was dying or dead, it would somehow save his life.

"Why me, you say me to be worthy, but…why?" Eru acted as if this was the most normal conversation in the world, which irked Hermione.

"I chose you for multiple reasons. The first and foremost is because you show magical strength not even Mithrandir has. You have character, your heart is filled with passion, and you forgive easily even when some should not be forgiven. You didn't get the chance, like many others, to grow and become who you wished to be. But if I were to simply drop someone into Middle Earth and say 'save the world', they wouldn't. You on the other palm…" Hermione sighed, walking along the bookshelves on the walls, they were filled with tombs of old, new, and in between. Her fingers itched to touch them, read them, and hoard them, but she didn't do anything but look.

"So you want me to save the world? Again. If it hasn't passed your godly mind, I just died and I wish to be in peace." The god's lip twitched in amusement at her quick comeback. He silently wondered who to pair her with.

"And you will be in peace, for thousands of years before you have to save the world again. I will not just plop you in the middle of everything with a potato to defend yourself with. You will have time to adjust, to grow from the crib which you lay within at the moment." Hermione's head turned to the god, her brows furrowed and her gears ticking.

"I am a babe at the moment?" He nodded in response to her question. "How will I save the world from Sauron? Since that is no doubt who I need to save the world from, Frodo Baggins is supposed to defeat him." The god shook his head, wrong she was.

"That is a mere book, it was an actual fictional book. It was an alternative ending to the war, Sauron had succeeded in taking over middle earth. Tolkien had written it to his liking, and almost everyone's liking. Think of this as re-writing the pages, the old ones are torn out, you have the chance to save the Durin's line, Fíli, Kíli, and Thorin. Hundreds of thousands of lives, and if you succeed in the end, you will prevent Voldemort from even existing. He was the heir to Sauron, Salazar Slytherin was the Heir to Sauron." It was no mystery that Hermione would accept, she could not pass up something so… so… life fluctuating.

"There seems to be more of these 'details' of which you wish to iron out. What are they?" Eru allowed his lip to quirk into a small smile, she had a mind like his own in a way.

"Voldemort is Sauron's heir, you are mine. It is why he feared you, and Harry Potter. Harry Potter is the heir to the throne of Gondor, Aragorn came close to destroying the ring by the side of Frodo, which is why he was feared. See, not everything is the same as the books… it is far from the same. Your presence may affect smaller things if you avoid causing a ripple effect. If you do tinker with the plot line, make sure you do it to your advantage, think everything out. That is a tip, take it and hoard it." Hermione's fingers faltered as she ran them across the spins of one of the books on the shelf. Turning on a dime she brought her confused look to face Eru.

"Your heir? How? I am a mere mortal, plus, they say you live forever, so what need for an heir will they be if you never die?" Ever the questioner. A small smirk played at the corners of Eru's lips before answering, choosing his words wisely.

"They do not know everything Hermione, books that is. While I do live forever, I do have a desire to create more than just middle earth and I wish to have someone to watch over it while I do so, someone who I trust. You don't have to do it, you still have thousands of years and more to choose, but I wish you to think over it. And you are not mortal, your body has merely forgotten the elven magic, your fea is, more or less, locked away. There was not much elven magic from when you lived in that time, once you are exposed, your magic will flourish into the power of the gods of Middle Earth and beyond that. You can live on Middle Earth soil for eons, I am in no rush to create other universes. Grow, live, learn, love, and have a family if you wish to." Finally sitting down, Hermione looked into the soft orange flames of the fire. This was a lot of information, she would need time to process it, perhaps more than a few thousand years. Eru continued.

"While we are in your mind, I can remove some bad memories if you would like, make the nightmares fade some. Would you like that? There are also somethings that will come over from the previous world with you. But, over time, your memories will fade from your previous life, it will start out small, little details at first. I will help you with that later on if you wish." The female's eyes turned on him sharply.

"I do not wish to forget what I am fighting for. So I will keep all my memories, even the bad ones. I will keep everything because if I do not, I will not learn how to fight the nightmares in the future from something different, should the need occur. I have an idea for my memories, how often will I be able to speak to you?" The idea was a good one, she knew that by the time she was done, she would have a gallery full, but she could manage.

"Whenever, you may wish to speak with me, or I to you. Of course, you don't have to be asleep to speak to me though. Often a voice in your head, but never a materialistic version of me. Now, it is nearing the time where you must wake into your new life, I realize that this will be hard on you, but it is for the best, truly. I have two more things which I wish to tell you." Hermione nodded for the god to continue, she was happy he said that 'he realizes' instead of 'he knows'. He was an All-God, how in merlin's name could he know.

"The first is your 'One', as you know from reading, Elves only fall in love once. You will not meet your 'One' for much time, you will meet his father, mother, and guard before you meet him. He will be pinning after someone else, believing that she is his 'One'. But it is not so, the love is unrequited. He will more than likely blow you off, not even notice you are there until you touch. It will be difficult, he may not have lost as much as you, he may seem like an arrogant brat, but he does know loss." Hermione's mind analyzed the statement, before Eru could continue onto the second thing, she spoke up.

"His is an elf, born before me, and has probably lost a parent. It is the way which you worded it, now, continue." Again, the small smirk played at the corner of the All-God's lip as he watched the female.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month die… and the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal, but she will have the power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the darkness shall be born as the seventh month dies." With those words, everything went black.


Cries of the new born child in the room over woke Lady Celebrían with a start, Lord Elrond, her husband, with all his elven hearing; was still dead to the world in a deep sleep. The healing took a lot out of him, especially to this extent. Elrond had told his wife that the small child would forever have that scar on her neck. There were only a few theory about what may have happened to the child. A few which included the Gods of Middle Earth.

Celebrían knew that the child was here for a reason. But what the reason was, the elven Lady had no clue. So up she stood with the swish of her silk robes, she went to the room adjoined to her own. Hermione Elarinya, it was a fitting name. The first few days, she woke on a few times, her golden eyes seemed to pierce through everything, but they had a dull look to them. Like the child was there physically, but not mentally.

While her husband said that the child would heal physically, there was no telling what could happen to her mental state if she remembered anything. So when Celebrían came into see the soft golden eyes shine with actual awareness for the first time since she was brought into Imladris, the female elf almost broke into tears. It was relieving.

Picking up Hermione, who was fussing over being hungry, she left the room which held her husband. To the kitchens she was off.

When Hermione woke, she couldn't control her crying. If she had more control over herself than just her mind, she would have rolled over and gone back to sleep. But the new-born body seemed to have other ideas. So when the female elf, which she assumed to be her new Naneth, came in and took her from the skillfully crafted crib, Hermione settled down into soft cries. It reminded her of being 13 again, never having control over ones emotions at that age due to the fact that hormones played a role during those years.

At the thought of Harry, Ron, and everyone else, she actually began to cry. Tears clouded her vision and wails pierced her sensitive ears. The elves of Imladris began to poke their sleepy heads from their rooms to see the Lady walking down the hall holding the baby Elfling which had been the buzz for the past few days and probably would be for the next few years. Some could have believed the child to be a doll if it wasn't for the squirming and screaming coming from it. So small and fragile.

As they neared the kitchen, the tears still didn't bubble down, but merely got louder. Glorfindel the Balrog Slayer was up a midnight snack as always when the Lady came in. Coving his ears to ward off the wails, he smiled fondly even if his ears hurt. Lady Celebrían seemed to have her hands full so far, and this was only the fourth or fifth day of having the little one around.

Glorfindel helped his Lady feed the child, even while eating, she was still blubbering, tears always rimming her golden eyes. Once finished, Celebrían thanked the golden haired warrior before leaving for her rooms again. Her husband still asleep, Celebrían placed Hermione down in her crib and began to sing softly.

While Hermione's mind welcomed the sleep, her small body attempted to fight it. If this was to be her life for about a 100 years, than Merlin help her, she would need to build an Astronomy tower to pitch herself off of. At that thought, her mind wandered to Gandalf and Albus Dumbledore, she was pretty sure that Gandalf was somehow related to Dumbledore, the similarities were far too great… She'd like to see the twinkling blue eyes again, they were a sign of comfort, as were the emerald green of Harry's. Those were her last thoughts before her small body gave into the fight for sleep.