Author's Note: First off my fellow fanfictioners, thank you for the reviews! I can only fix my writing if I receive constructive criticism. So please, point out any mishaps or errors you happen to find. Last night, I received a (much appreciated) review addressing the mistake in the naming and translation of the spell Tempus Itinerantur from Lorindol Tinuviel. According to her, the spell actually translates to "time are being walked". I think I may just leave the spell name as it is, but I will definitely change the translation. This update was a quick one because I had previously written it. As long as I continue this story, you can expect an update about every week. I received a few reviews on the briefness of my story. As I get a more concrete idea of the plot, it will generally lengthen. Lastly, I do not have a beta. If you would be interested or know of a good one, please pm me. Enjoy?
Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter are the works of two fabulous authors, J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 1:
You cannot reason someone out of a situation they didn't reason themselves into.
Hermione woke to blinding sunlight, it took her weary eyes a moment to adjust. She curled in on herself, her whole body aching in memory of the previous day's events.
"Suilad" A high bell-like voice spoke in a language she had never heard before. The woman seated next to her bed was tall with inky black hair and opaque grey eyes. Her face held the beauty of youth, but her eyes reflected the grace and wisdom only longevity could gift. Hermione wondered who this strange woman was. She held an elegance to ethereal to be human. Hermione suddenly remembered her manners and felt rude for openly gawking at the woman.
"Where am I? What happened? Who are you?", Hermione asked. The room she resided in was mystical, with sand stone floors, vines clinging to the balcony and a slightly medieval look? By the position of the sun, she judged it was late in the afternoon.
The woman laughed, "So many questions young one. I am Arwen, daughter of Elrond. You are in Rivendell. Your coming to us was quite unexpected to say the least. Two days ago, guards patrolling the borders witnessed you fall from the sky. You sustained many injuries, most of which my father was able to heal. How do you fare?"
She altogether forgot about her physical ailments as she truly began to understand the precedence of her situation. Rivendell? Arwen? No, no, no. It was possible to travel small increments of time, but centuries, even millennia? She had read Tolkien's famous stories as a child, reveling in their simple complexity. How was it even plausible to be sent into a what she previously thought was only a story?
Hermione was intelligent enough to know that those that fool with the delicate intricacies of time rarely come out unscathed. To comprehend how dire her situation was, she would need to remember the science that made it all possible.
All beings naturally existed in Euclidean space- which magic can manipulate. Time, the fourth dimension, affects us every hour of every day. That's why we age. Once channels like time-turners and incantations were created, we could essentially hop around the timeline, gifting us the ability to mess with it.
At a basic level, the incantation Malfoy had used worked because it combined very strong magic and a phenomenon scientists call 'dark matter'. This substance exists in the universe and does not reflect light. The opposite of 'luminous matter'- you, me, plants and trees. Everything that is visible.
But if you cannot see it, how do you know it is there?
Hermione had come across this question many times from her peers, and from a magical standpoint, it was simply explained.
You can't see people hidden by a disillusionment charm, but you know they are present when they brush against your arm? A disillusionment charm calls for dark magic to bend light to hide whatever is behind it.
The incantation Malfoy had used required vast amounts of dark matter. Perhaps so much that it had created unbalance in the universe. How would her being change the future? Was there anything she could do to avoid anomalies like the grandfather paradox?
What ever she did here in Tolkien's world would require strategy and aim in it's execution.
"Where is Rivendell? It holds no similarity to England...", she trailed off, almost speaking to herself. Of course she knew where Rivendell was, she had almost memorized The Lord of the Rings. Incertitude would be necessary, for any dubious behavior would not be well tolerated. Unease began to color her mood, how would she return home?
Arwen looked at Hermione strangely, "What is England? I have never heard of that place." Hermione endeavored to come up with something that would satisfy the woman and be somewhat accurate.
"England...is a place located in the Far East. It is a relatively new establishment.", it was convincing enough. Few had traveled that far.
Arwen nodded with compassion for this stray traveler, and pushed her hair back behind her ears, Hermione's eyes widened before she remembered this lady was not a woman, but an elleth.
"Lady Arwen, what is the date?", This was the most important question Hermione would need the answer to. It would be travesty if she was sent back to early, her magic may not be able to take her the long distances back to the time whence she originated from.
"It is right after the war of the ring.", Arwen said.
Thank the founders. She might actually be able to return.
Arwen regarded Hermione with interest. Arwen had met many mortals, but none seemed like Lady Hermione. She radiated in a way that was phantasmagorical.
Hermione looked back at Arwen, contemplating the topic of her wonderment. Arwen seemed to be holding in a question, but decided it exigent enough to inquire.
Arwen asked her question cautiously, "...Lady Hermione, are you a Maia?"