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Love you all,
- xHx
Arthur Weasley burst from the house, walking down towards the gate. His expression was one of relief and joy when he saw Hermione. "Come along, the three of you! I've got something to show you!"
The three shared a glance, uncertain. Hermione had no idea what was happening, and didn't particularly like the feeling. Rolling her eyes, she motioned for the other two to come along as she followed Arthur across the yard.
"Come along, quickly now," he said, ushering the trio of girls into his tiny shed and up to something leaning against the wall, covered by a thick red cloth. "I worked on this for three weeks straight! When Albus Dumbledore died, a letter appeared in my desk at work, detailing what I was supposed to do and who to show it to first."
"Wait, Professor Dumbledore gave you the task of making the portal?" Hermione was anxious to see it.
"Yes, Hermione, he did. And here it is."
Mr. Weasley pulled away the thick cloth to reveal the mirror portal, the glass of which was like a window.
"That's Meduseld, in Edoras! Oh, Mr. Weasley, thank you for making this!" Hermione said, touching the golden frame of the mirror.
A figure on the opposite side of the hall lifted his head, and Hermione nearly screamed. It was Legolas, he had heard her, she could see him. She saw his lips slowly form her first name. "Hermione?" And a few seconds later, he was in front of the mirror, looking over her and the three people with her.
"Legolas, you remember Luna and Ginny, right?" Hermione said, raising her hand very slowly while he nodded. "This is Arthur Weasley, Ginny's father." Arthur raised his hand in a sort of wave.
"Arthur, your daughter is remarkably brave. Merry and Pippin have told me of the extensive lengths she went to in order to keep them safe in Fangorn Forest, as well as at Isengard."
Mr. Weasley was astonished. He looked at his daughter, who was blushing about the color of a red delicious apple, and back to Legolas before he said, "Thank you...I think."
Hermione and Legolas locked eyes for a moment and began to converse.
"Annon gur nîn anlen," Hermione softly whispered, "a le velethron e-guil nîn."
"Annon veleth nîn anlen, a le velethril e-guil nîn," Legolas whispered in reply. "Ni melithol n'uir?"
"Gweston i de cherithon."
Ginny, Luna, and Arthur were all staring, open-mouthed, at the two. Hermione was leaning against the mirror like she wanted to fall through it, and Legolas's blue eyes glowed with both happiness and sorrow.
And then Legolas reached his hand through the glass and touched her cheek. Both gasped, and he stepped through the frame into the shed. The two shared a rather passionate kiss, before breaking apart. They shared a grin and turned to face their audience of three.
"Suil, Lothrendis."
"In this world, I'd prefer to be called Luna, Laiquey," Luna said dreamily.
Ginny and Hermione turned in unison, looking at Luna with expressions that quite clearly said "Are you kidding me?" Legolas just flushed a faint pink color, his arm winding subconsciously around Hermione's waist. Arthur simply looked at his neighbor with slightly raised eyebrows. Finally, Hermione looked back at Legolas.
"What the heck is that?" she asked.
"After my mother explained the origins of my name she insisted on calling me that," he whispered. "It's derived from the Quenya version of my name; Laiqualassë."
Hermione could not restrain a giggle. "That is a very feminine-sounding name."
"I know." His expression was one of embarrassment.
"Luna, please. Be nice and call him Legolas. It's rather obvious that he doesn't like the nickname you've given him, and honestly, neither do I," she said, extending a hand to touch her friend's arm.
"That's fine," Luna said. She continued to smile.
Ginny looked at Legolas and touched her father's arm. "Maybe we should give them a minute alone?"
Arthur shook himself and smiled. "Ah, yes, that does seem the thing to do, does it? Hermione, don't forget; Molly will make a fuss if you're not there for dinner." He turned to grin at Luna. "Perhaps you would join us this once?"
"I can't," Luna replied. "Papa will want me home."
"That is perfectly understandable, Luna," Arthur replied. "Everyone is in some form of danger now. It makes sense that he is reluctant to let you off on your own."
Slowly the others walked away, leaving the two alone. She kissed him again, soft and sweet.
"Tell Merry and Pippin not to worry. They'll see all of us again soon," she said softly, slipping her hand around his neck.
He didn't say a word; he simply covered her mouth with his. Animalistic passion flowed between them as his hands twisted into her hair. She could feel his pain and sorrow through the kiss and pressed harder against him, trying to make that go away. She was aware that she was playing with fire in doing so.
When the kiss finally broke, she rested her forehead against his shoulder, enjoying the moment.
"We can't," she whispered.
"But we already have," he replied.
"I know, Legolas, but when that spell was completed…nearly everything physical was undone. I have the memories. Those will never go away." She undid the first three buttons of her blouse, showing him the round, white scar over her heart. "This is the only physical reminder of what happened."
His fingertip brushed over the scar, a flash of pain in his eyes. She wanted to take it away, but she knew there was nothing for it.
"Saruman is dead, as is Grima Wormtongue," he whispered. "I was unfortunate in that Grima killed Saruman before I could even raise my bow."
"Don't. If you had killed him just for that, for what he did to me, it would make you a murderer. It might have been for vengeance and justice, but that is no reason."
A faint beeping noise sounded through the room from a small clock on Mr. Weasley's workbench.
"That means dinner," Legolas said. He kissed her just below the ear, walking back through the mirror. "Come back to me soon."
"I promise."
Dinner will be in the next chapter.
Now for a note to a reader, which I'm certain she won't read until she's replied a couple more times.
Kiara: I'm sure I made several people want a peanut butter sandwich with chapter 10 of Wild Star. You're just the first to admit it. Anyway. Thank you so much for reading my story. I only hope that you find it completely enjoyable.
Oh. Almost forgot the Elvish translations! This one was actually fun to write out. Luna's blurb, of course, means a simple "hello." It's kind of cheesy, I'll admit it...
Hermione: I give you my heart, and you are the love of my life.
Legolas: I give you my love, and you are the love of my life. Will you love me for eternity?
Hermione: I swear I will do it.
As always, much love for my readers,
xHx
