Arwen lead Hermione to the Front Courtyard, ignoring the odd looks they were given by the passing Elves. They arrived at the courtyard and found five people, three of them extremely short, one rather tall, and one looked like he was dead. He was in the taller man's arms and the other three looked really worried.
"What is this, Aragorn?" Arwen asked, her face turning into one of concern.
"He has been stabbed by a Nazgul, by a Morgul blade. He is slipping into darkness," Aragorn replied, looking down at the small man in his arms.
"Come with me, we must go quickly, or he could fade out," Arwen said, leading the way. Hermione followed and so did the three smaller men. The six of them were lead to another room, one that was similar to Hermione's, and the little man was laid down on the bed.
"Merry, Pippin, and Sam, you three need to wait elsewhere," Aragorn commanded. The three small men looked over at the one lying on the bed with concern and unwillingly left the room. Aragorn then shifted his gaze over to Hermione. "You must leave as well."
"No, she is needed," said Arwen, slightly distracted. "Hermione, get me a wet cloth, it should be in the cupboard over in the corner. Make haste!" Hermione darted to the corner cabinet where the cloths were kept. She took out her wand and muttered 'aguamenti' to get the cloth wet on her way back to Arwen's side. Arwen took the cloth and laid it gently on the man's head.
"Frodo, Frodo, listen to me. Do not go into the dark! Frodo! Stay here, do not let it consume you!" Arwen said softly, but urgently while Aragorn put some sort of plant on the wound on Frodo's shoulder. Frodo spasmed and grunted with pain. After a few moments of Arwen murmuring a foreign language, she looked over to Aragorn.
"I sense the evil is gone from him, but the wound won't seal," said Arwen. Aragorn started to look slightly worried.
"If you could let me try, I could probably heal it," Hermione piped up, causing the two others to look at her.
"It would not hurt if you tried," Aragorn replied, ushering her over. Hermione quickly took out her wand and lit it. She lifted up one of Frodo's eyelids to check his pupils. Hermione gasped; the veins in the eyeball were a violent shade of blue and his iris' were sickly pale blue. She turned to look at the wound on his shoulder. The veins around it were the same violent shade of blue, and the wound itself was purple. She gulped. Hermione started chanting, "Vulnera Sanentur" until the wound slowly closed up. And just to be sure it was healed, she murmured 'episkey'. The veins around the wound immediately turned to their original color. Hermione used the cloth from Frodo's forehead and cleaned the wound. She checked his pupils one last time and all traces of abnormality were gone. Letting go of a breath she didn't know she was holding, Hermione stood up.
"The wound seems to be healed, but he needs to rest. His body is physically and mentally exhausted. Now we just have to wait," Hermione said, putting her wand away. Aragorn nodded and pulled the blanket up around Frodo. Arwen said she would stay behind in case he woke up. Aragorn left with Hermione and they found themselves in a garden. Hermione sat down, feeling magically drained. It took a lot of power to heal someone; it was as if when you healed them, they took some strength from you to get themselves stronger. She closed her eyes and leaned her head to the side against the smooth stone column. She felt when Aragorn sat down on the bench next to her, but she didn't move to say something; she was too tired.
"You did very well, back there," said Aragorn. "Especially under pressure. Are you all right?" Hermione turned to him.
"Thank you, but it was nothing really," Hermione tried to downplay all the effort it took her to heal the wound, but the look of tiredness on her face betrayed her words.
"It does not seem like 'nothing'. You look worn out. Are you sure you are all right?" He asked with genuine concern.
"Oh, yes I'm fine. I'm just tired. I just finished a recovery of my own and I guess I was still a little tired from that. And healing him took a lot from me," Hermione finally admitted, tiredly. Aragorn nodded in understanding.
"So, you have magic?" Hermione nodded. "I do not trust many sorcerers, but Arwen seems to trust you, so therefore I do. I am Aragorn," he said, extending his hand to her.
"I'm Hermione Granger, it's a pleasure," she said, clasping his hand and shaking it. Hermione scanned his face, too busy to really notice earlier, and noticed he looked rather attractive. He had shoulder length, shaggy brown hair and a slightly rugged beard. His eyes were a pretty shade of blue. He had a very masculine face and frame. Aragorn looked every bit of the word 'dangerous'.
"So, I take it you are not from around here," Aragorn guessed, looking at her. Hermione nodded.
"Yeah, I'm so confused as to how I got here. I just sort of...arrived," said Hermione. Aragorn's face distorted in confusion. "Sorry, it's a bit hard to explain."
"Where are you from, originally," asked Aragorn.
"I'm from a place called England," Hermione said.
"England? I've never heard of it. It must be in some faraway land," Aragorn concluded. She nodded, yawning. Hermione was really tired, and just sitting around wasn't really helping. She went to blink and instead of the trees she was looking at previously, she found herself in the same room that she woke up in earlier. Sunlight was pouring in from the glassless windows. Had she fallen asleep? Who had taken her back to the room? Hermione shook her head and noticed a tub of water in the corner, large enough for her to bathe in.
Ten minutes had passed and Hermione felt cleaner than she had felt in months. There was a dress on the bed that was exactly like the one she wore yesterday, but instead of being midnight blue, it was a rich burgundy color. She dressed and after tugging a brush through her bushy hair, Hermione quickly braided it and jumped when she heard the knock on the door.
"Hermione," Arwen called softly, "Are you decent?"
"Yes, you can come in," Hermione replied. Arwen came in in a pale green gown, similar to the one Hermione was wearing and she wore a silver circlet.
"Let us eat, I'm sure you're hungry," Arwen said, already halfway out the door. Hermione followed her to a large dining hall. The table and chairs were wooden and ivy climbed up the legs of the table and chairs as well as the walls. Aragorn was already there, serving himself a plate full of food. He looked up at Arwen and Hermione and smiled. Hermione sat next to Arwen in the middle of the table, across from Aragorn.
Hermione picked up a plate and filled it with uncertainty; she didn't know what the foods were, so she got a little bit of everything. They ate breakfast fast, and chatting a little bit while doing so. When they all finished, they took a walk. Aragorn and Arwen took turns talking about life in Middle-earth and answering any questions Hermione had. She was fascinated by the things that were said and didn't even know some of them were even possible.
Around noon, the trio went back and ate lunch. Aragorn left to speak with Lord Elrond, Arwen's father and Arwen then brought Hermione to a room filled with scrolls. She quickly found one written in English and sat down to read. It was on the history of the One Ring. Hermione found herself lost in the strange history, amazed by every little detail. Some time later, Aragorn came in slightly out of breath.
"Hermione, your presence is requested at the Council Meeting," Aragorn said, offering Hermione is right arm. She stood up, uncertain of why she would be invited, but she took his arm nonetheless.
"Why am I being summoned? I just got here and I don't know anyone or anything about this place."
"I am bringing you due to your incredible ability to heal and your magical abilities. Also, I believe you have a unique perspective that you can offer to this council. This meeting is about the One Ring, and what we are to do with it," Aragorn responded, looking grim. Hermione nodded, trying to make sense of it all.
They rounded a corner and were brought to a room. There was a curved stone roof and stone columns with ivy climbing up the sides. In a large ring sat numerous stone chairs and a pedestal in the middle of the circle. All but two of the seats were occupied by someone. Aragorn helped Hermione get seated and sat down in the chair next to her. Through the floor-to-ceiling glassless windows that surrounded the entire room, Hermione saw that the sun was setting, causing a deep orange glow to light the area. One of the large waterfalls was in perfect view from the room.
"All right everyone, all right," Lord Elrond called, silencing everyone's chatter. "Let the Council meeting begin!"
I would like to state that JK Rowling, JRR Tolkien, and Peter Jackson own all of this material! I only own the plot! I wish I owned more, but C'est la vie! Please review! I want to know what you think! :)