Disclaimers: See Prologue for more info.

Acknowledgements: I wish to thank DoctorWhovian18 for her help with this story. I'd also like to thank the readers for favoriting, following, reviewing, and yes reading this story. I know this will sound crazy, but I wish to thank Frodo and his friends, Harry and his friends, and the Pevensie siblings, along with Prince Caspian, for their help with this story. :)

Only a day passed. On the new day, the Pevensies, Trumpkin and Frodo were met by Prince Caspian and the Narnians. It didn't take much for Frodo to notice Caspian eyeing Susan. He rolled his eyes at the two, in a joking manner. Then there was Reepicheep the mouse, who Frodo found a good fast friend to have around. So far, everything seemed to be going well as Frodo followed the large army straight to Aslan's How. As he did, there was something else Frodo noticed.

"What's with the blue flowers? Can someone explain that for me?" Frodo asked aloud.

"The blue flowers are a most fascinating subject, Frodo Baggins. They can give wishes and other matters. If one of those flowers falls into the wrong hands," Reepicheep shuddered. "Well, let's make sure they don't do that."

"Miraz would have dozens of those before he can try to defeat us," said Caspian, gazing behind him at the two. Somehow Frodo wasn't convinced.

"Do you think these blue flowers can bring back my parents?" Frodo asked the mouse.

"Well, I wouldn't use magic to do that. You'd have to know where they are first," Reepicheep told him, in all honesty.

Frodo gave it some thought. Could the blue flowers bring back someone who had passed? It seemed a likely possibility, one he was tempted to try. In a mad dash, Frodo darted back into the forest, stopping the Narnian party before they reached their destination.

"Hm. He's in a hurry," Reepicheep admitted to everyone. "Mind we bring him back."

"He's not from Narnia," Edmund told him.

"I'm sure he'll find his way home," Susan said, hoping the party could continue.

"Well, I'm not leaving him," Lucy admitted, determination filling her eyes.

"Lucy, I don't think that's such a good idea," Peter stared down at his sister.

"You would do the same for me," Lucy told her siblings as she ran into the forest, "Come on!" She looked back at them as her brothers and sister followed.

As for Frodo, by the time he looked back and saw the Pevensies following him, he and the others were forced to stop as two dark-haired elves calmed their horses down. Frodo was nearly pushed forward by Lucy, who stopped around the same time her siblings did. Frodo did his best to keep his composure.

"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise," said the first dark-haired elf.

"Who are you?" Frodo asked, inquiring their names.

"I am Elladan, and this is my brother Elrohir," said Elladan in introduction. Frodo, at first, didn't understand who the elf was staring at. He looked back at Susan, who he saw Elladan now glancing at, "And you should not be traveling in these woods alone."

"We're very sorry, sir. We didn't know why we came out here," admitted Susan. Frodo grunted at this, only to receive a glare from the teenage girl. Frodo shook his head, determined to clear this mess up.

"I think I know the reason," Frodo explained to the elf twins. "You see, I was on the hunt for these blue flowers. They may help me out."

"We just passed a large patch of blue flowers not far north, behind that large hollow stump," Elrohir gestured with his head towards large tree stump with a jagged edge. "Should you need anything, my brother and I can assist you."

"No, thank you," Susan ended their conversation. "We really must be going."

"As you wish," Elladan could not keep his eyes off from Susan.

Frodo watched the elf twins as they rode down a narrow dirt path through the golden-hued wood. Relieved, Frodo spoke to Susan, "What was that all about?"

"What? What was he?" asked Susan.

"He's an elf, apparently one from Middle-earth," Frodo explained. "My guess is their brothers."

"Either way, we should head back. We don't want to get lost out here," Peter told the others.

"I'm not resting until I've at least seen these blue flowers." Frodo added, calmly, "Look, I know you mean well, but who knows really where this wood comes out. The least we can do is we head for the blue flowers and go from there."

"Lead on," Edmund gestured forward.

Frodo gazed on. While he wasn't used to leading anyone, he figured this was his only way to see what those blue flowers did. He heaved a sigh, doing his best to contain himself and his need to explore the woods. Ready to go, Frodo led the Pevensies through the woods, straight to the spot where Elladan and Elrohir told him to go.

o-o-o

Hermione could admit searching for blue flowers was tedious work. Still, she loved to work and that's what counted. And yet she was glad to have Legolas by her side. That is, until Legolas' white steed returned to him. It really detracted her from her work.

"Who's that?" Hermione asked him.

"He's mine. I've known him for a long time." Legolas remembered. "Now I remember, I should head off through these woods, see if there are others that may need the flowers too."

"You're leaving me alone? Here?" Hermione was surprised.

"You're much braver than you know, Hermione." Legolas told her, "I won't be long. I promise." Hermione watched as Legolas mounted his horse, and then rode off through the golden-hued forest.

This was bad. Why would Legolas leave her alone like this? Well, maybe he would help her find her friends. Maybe that's why he took off like that. Not only that, but she was near the Woodland Realm. Surely she would be safe with the elves, at least until Harry and Ron arrived, so they could return to Hogwarts.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a dark-haired elf. "Miss, are you lost?" He certainly had a bold appeal, something that stunned and amazed Hermione.

"No. My friend is going after other elves. His name is Legolas," Hermione said.

"Oh. Why would he leave you alone, a beautiful girl?" he declared.

"I'm fine, really," Hermione told him, a little offended. "Who are you?"

"I'm Elrohir, Lord Elrond's son and twin of Elladan, my brother," Elrohir said, introducing himself. "And who are you, miss? Should I meet your friend Legolas again, I will tell him you are alone."

"Hermione Granger and I told you, I'm fine," Hermione spoke, flatly.

"Let me know if you need anything." Elrohir rode off, leaving Hermione to her chore.

"Honestly." Hermione was annoyed. She didn't need all this protection. She knew how to take care of herself. If only Elrohir had figured out that she was a witch. It would have made her whole situation better.

o-o-o

Harry and Ron called Hermione's name. Twice they had spotted an elf with blonde hair, riding gallantly on a white steed. Other times, they spotted a group of teenagers around their age. One of those teenagers was shorter than the others, but certainly held himself well. Once they spotted a teenage boy wearing chain mail, armor and carrying a sword. Harry was just as curious as Ron as to the teen's business, but they dared not face him.

"Can we get out of these woods, Potter?" Draco complained.

"We need to find Hermione," Harry told him and Ron.

"Why don't you be useful, Malfoy," Ron told him. It wasn't a question.

"If I was more useful than you, Weasley, we'd be out of these woods long ago," Draco spat in his face.

"Listen, both of you. We have no idea where we are." Harry asked himself, "If we knew where Hermione was, then we…"

"Why don't we use magic? It'll save us time and speed," Draco suggested, snooty.

"If we knew where we were," Ron admitted.

"Look, I don't like this anymore than you, Malfoy. But we have to find Hermione," Harry said, leading the way again.

"Oh why? Will Granger bring us luck?" Draco asked, mockingly.

"Just come on, Malfoy. We know you don't want to be trapped here," Ron replied. Harry looked back to see if Ron and Malfoy were following. It turned out they were.

"Well, when you put it that way. But wait until my father hears this…"

Although Harry didn't want to hear Malfoy's complaints anymore, he knew there wasn't much of a choice in the matter. Now where did Hermione run off to… that was the question nagging in the back of his mind. He didn't want to be stuck in these woods. He didn't, but who could they turn to for directions, advice and to find Hermione? There had to be a way to save her, wherever she was.

I know, another long while. This story is definitely original and it is hard coming up with where this story will go, let alone its plot. Until next time. :)