Rivendell: One Week Later
Hermione had been in the library when she heard Arwen yelling for her. Quickly standing up Hermione headed towards where the voice was coming from, wondering what had her friend so distraught.
"Hermione! Come quickly to the stables, there is an emergency." Arwen said as soon as she saw the young witch.
"Arwen, you must tell what is going on. I can't be of any assistance if you don't tell me what's wrong." Hermione said grabbing Arwen's arm.
"There is no time. I will inform you on the way. Quickly, mount Meleth and keep up." She said while mounting her own steed, Arthon.
Hermione mounted Meleth and quickly followed Arwen as she left the gates of Rivendell. Realizing that this was her first time leaving the safety of Rivendell, Hermione sped up to catch her frantic friend. "Arwen, what is going on?"
"Aragorn has taken the task of escorting the hobbits to Rivendell since Gandalf has disappeared. They were attacked by the Nazgûl. Frodo has been stabbed with a Morgul blade and needs immediate medical attention. I thought since you are good with healing you could help. We must hurry though, the Nazgûl are chasing them again and I am afraid Frodo does not have much time." Arwen reported all the while spurring her horse on faster and faster.
As they reached where Aragorn and the hobbits were resting for a while, Hermione instantly jumped of her horse and went to where one hobbit laid pale and shivering. Ignoring the man who jumped to his feet and drew his sword, she knelt down and began to look at the injury. Muttering spells, she drowned out the commotion behind her.
"Invenire….Evoco…..Vulnera Sanentur…. Vulnera Sanentur….. Vulnera Sanentur…" hearing a loud screech from the Nazgul, she was brought out of her healings.
"Hermione put him on you horse and heal him on the way. Meleth knows the way home, just be safe."
Hearing this she carried Frodo to the horse and took off. Again, trying to get the hobbits wound to close, she began the spells. 'Bloody Hell! Why won't it close? It was hard enough to get the shard of the sword out, but if I don't get this closed, we're screwed.' Hearing the screech from the Nazgûl again, Hermione looked up, ready to defend the hobbit she was transporting. "Come on Frodo. You can do this." As one of the Nazgûl horses got closer she shot a cutting curse at it. It shrieked but was not put off for long. Hermione looked around, she could sense that there were more than the two she could see but could not pin point where they were. They smelled like death and it was beginning to overwhelm her. She saw the river ahead and urged Meleth to go faster. When she crossed the river she turned around and, summoning a massive amount of water towards her threw it at the Nazgûl. They were taken by the torent water and disappeared. Hermione turned back around and finished the final stretch towards Rivendell.
Crossing the gates she handed the hobbit off to Lord Elrond who was waiting for their arrival. "I can't get the wound to close; he was stabbed with a Morgul blade. I got the shard out but it just won't close." she exclaimed, frustrated. When she jumped off Meleth all her adrenalin from being hunted by the Nazgûl immediately left her, she collapsed to the ground because, through all the adrenalin, she did not notice that she was hit in the right shoulder with a small knife. As blackness began it fill her mind she heard Elrond say "Oh dear god, Lady Hermione…" before the blackness took over.
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Waking up Hermione realized that she was lying on her stomach. She thought this was odd because she never slept on her stomach. It was harder to get up as face any opponents that way. Rolling over on to her back she quickly discovered why she had been on her stomach. With a hiss of pain she rolled over to the edge of the bad so she could go to the mirror and see how bad the damage was. Standing in front of the mirror she realizes that it was not that bad and probably wouldn't even scar. Not that it would matter anyway; it would just blend in with the scars she had gotten from when she had been captured and whipped by Rowle. He had her bound to a post in front of all of Hogsmead and whipped her. Many people on both sides of the war were surprised that he had used such a muggle method, let alone such a medieval one. Though she should be glad that he had decided to do it in front of the whole town, if he had had not she wouldn't have been rescued and mostly likely would have died from her wounds. While in her thoughts, Hermione missed Arwen enter the room. Swiftly donning her tunic, she turned around to face the elf.
"Sorry," Arwen apologized "you did not respond when I knocked and I did not hear anything so I assumed you were sleeping."
"No, it's fine." Hermione mumbled before turning back to the mirror.
"You should not look yourself so harshly," Arwen said "Your scars prove how brave you are. You earned them in battle."
"I know, just sometimes I think that, who would ever look at me as anything other than a warrior because of these wounds. Will I live out my days alone?" Hermione questioned, still examining herself in the mirror.
"Someone will see your beauty and then you will know they are the one. But I did come here for a reason. Frodo's wound has been closed but he has not awakened. People are arriving for the council. Ada wants you to attend. The council will be held when Frodo awakes."
"Is Lord Elrond sure?" she questioned, puzzled as to why he would want her there.
"Yes, he is quite positive. You have many years of experience in war. But, I must warn you. You will be the only woman there and your presence will not exactly be approved of. Men here do not think women should be involved with the ways of war."
"I will do it but I will be eating my meals in my chambers and I will wear my cloak with my hood up until necessary at the council not to cause any extra strife. I just hope I am ready for this." with that she went to the bathroom to clean off the grim from the previous day's adventure.
For the next several days Hermione kept to herself. She was either in her room or in the library. Whenever she left her room she would put on her cloak and would not speak to anyone. On the third day when Frodo awoke she was called to the council. Gandalf had returned from being held captive at Orthanc. Many were extremely concerned about this new development. Walking to the council room Hermione recognized several of the elves, and Gandalf, and Aragorn. Taking her seat she silently observed her surroundings. She noticed that the lines separating these different races were very clear. The elves stayed to themselves, the dwarves stayed to themselves, and the Gondorians stayed to themselves. Though, she did notice that Aragorn sat with the elves of the Mirkwood rather than with the men like the ones from Gondor. This might have had to do with the fact he was practically raised by elves.
All of the sudden a silence rang through the room, Frodo had entered.
"Ring-bearer, please bring forward the ring and then take a seat." Elrond spoke, breaking the silence. "People of Middle Earth, what we have before us is what will bring about the doom of our world. The one ring must be destroyed."
"Then why don't we," said one dwarf, running forward and using his ax to attempt to destroy the ring. To his shock the ax shattered but the ring remained unblemished. "What is this devilry?" He questioned, looking extremely confused.
"Gimli, son of Gloin, the ring can only be destroyed whence it was forged, the fiery pits of Mount Doom." At this everyone started.
"One cannot just walk into Mordor. This is suicide. We should use the ring. It once belonged to Gondor; let it once again go to Gondor." As he said this he walked forward towards the ring, reaching out for it. Hermione quickly shot a spell, putting a glittering protection dome over the ring. As soon as the dome covered the ring, the man stopped.
"Boromir, son of Denthor, sit down! The ring cannot be controlled. It must be taken to Mount Doom and destroyed." This started a whole other fight with everyone saying just who should and should not take the ring.
"Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Oh well, men will be men." Hermione muttered to herself. Some of the elves that heard this chuckled at what she had said. 'Damn elf ears, can't say anything private.' Looking around the room to see if anyone else was still sitting, Hermione noticed Frodo saying that he would take the ring. After watching him try three more times, Hermione put a silencing charm on the rest of the room. In the silence of the room, all you could hear was the small voice of Frodo say "I will take the ring, but I do not know the way." Lifting the charm, Hermione noticed that it stayed silent. Then Aragorn stepped up.
"I will help you on this trek." After him, Galdalf, Gimli, Boromir, and a hansom unknown elf offered to help.
Taking a deep breath, Hermione stood up as well. "I will help you on your journey Frodo." Boromir turned on her "Who are you and what is your business with the ring?" the man snarled. Turning towards him, Hermione said "I am Hermione and my business is none of yours. I am here on the request of Lord Elrond due to my skills and experience." Sitting back down Hermione prepared herself for the bomb that she had lit to go off. Almost instantly there was yelling and protests.
"A WOMAN…"
"What is this foolishness…"
"Women have no place in war. Is this some kind joke Elrond…"
"You cannot be serious..."
When she had enough, Hermione put another silencing spell on the room. "I will tell you right now, I have more war experience than most of you have on your right pinkie. The place I came from has been at war for over sixteen years. And I was one of the leaders in that war. I ask you not to judge me before you know what I am capable of. On top of my war experience, I am a witch. And no, that is not like your Istari." When she finish she canceled the silencing spell and then lowered her hood. The shock on many of their faces was amusing but also made Hermione extremely self-conscious. "As you can see, I do have experience."
"But you are so small; I thought you were a hobbit." This unfortunate being did not just realize that he had just set off a volcano. Hermione hated it when people made fun of her height. It wasn't her fault she was only 5'1". Though, it did come to an advantage when people would underestimate her. Hermione short a series of jinx's at the poor unfortunate soul. As he yelped in both shock and slight pain, Hermione stood.
"YOU DO NOT talk about my height, clear?" when everyone shook their head yes while looking at the man on the ground who was itching himself like mad, she sat herself back down and released the man from the jinx's
"Lady Hermione, I would really like if you would assist me on my quest." which came from Frodo.
As soon as he had said this another hobbit popped in the room. "I'm going with Mr. Frodo to."
Elrond, laughing slightly said "It would seem so as we cannot even keep you apart when he is called to a secret council and you are not." Finishing this, two more hobbits popped, or rather fell out. "We're going too."
Elrond sighed. "Fine, you ten together shall be the Fellowship of the Ring. You shall leave in three days. Prepare yourselves well." And with that everyone left the room.