I just wanted to inform you guys that I am going AU on both worlds with this story. I'll use objects from the books, but I'll transform them into different things. For example the Pensieve will occur in this story but will not have the same function.

I honestly did not have a lot of choice with creating this story, because it really is just a written form of my video series I made 2 years ago on Youtube. The problem is, making up a fanfiction with movies is NOT like writing one. There were only a limited number of scenes usable in the movies. And so, when I used those scenes, I just gave them lines that matched with the rest. So the story really just emerged out of the scenes I had available. To be honest, at the beginning, I had a TOTALLY different story in mind ^^… So if you think the tale is too abstract or making no sense, you can tell me, but I hope you can open your minds for a different Middle-Earth and wizarding world than the ones you know. So forgive me for changing the whole plot of the original books, but it is a fanfiction! And I hope you'll understand. I just have a wild imagination... lol

If you'd like to see these movies, go on youtube and search for "A Hermione and Aragorn Love Story." (I know it's not a very creative name xD) it is a 23 part movie series and the first editing videos I EVER made.

But know when you watch it, you will know the end of THIS story as well! It's up to you ;)…
Well have fun with whatever you intend to do next!

You can forget the traumatic experience itself but not the feelings that came with it. They will always come back to remind you that you've forgotten it. - Me (Buchjj)

Gandalf was pacing up and down the room in impatience. He was far too agitated to sit down. The white wizard followed his friend with his eyes, while sitting in his chair. He had tried to calm him down several times, but it hadn't worked. Now Saruman wasn't far from going ballistic.
"Gandalf, sit down." he hissed through his clenched teeth, trying not to scream at him.

The grey wizard didn't even answer, which made Saruman even more furious. He got up and pointed his staff at his friend. A bright light came out of it and Gandalf was launched from the place were he was standing. He got spun around the room and landed roughly on a chair on the opposite side of the chamber. He tried to get up again but invisible powers seemed to cling him onto his chair.
"I said sit down." In Saruman's eyes was madness; he hated when someone wasn't obeying him.

But Gandalf wasn't going to let him take control over him either. He slowly moved his staff towards the white wizard, while fighting back the powers that tied him up. A bright light appeared again and this time Saruman was swirling through the room. He fell on top of his desk with a loud smack and the inkpots and books that were standing on the table, fell on the floor.

"Crucio!" Gandalf yelled and Saruman was winding and screaming in pain.

After a minute or so, Gandalf released him from the torture. The white got up and groaned. He pointed his staff at Gandalf again, who had managed to free himself from the invisible bonds and was standing in front of Saruman now, with his staff raised as well. Both were ready to fight.

"My friends, ever so hospitable." Said a voice coming from the door. The two wizards spun around and lowered their staffs. Gandalf sighed in relief. Finally, the third wizard had arrived.

"Thank you for coming, Dumbledore." Saruman said, when everyone had calmed down again. Albus Dumbledore was the most powerful and most feared wizard in Middle-Earth. Both Gandalf and Saruman respected him, but called him by his last name, because the name "Albus" sounded too kind and gentle and he certainly wasn't any of that. The third wizard was as bearded and grey as the others, but he wasn't from Middle-Earth either. He wore glasses just like Harry but in the shape of crescents. He had entered this world, many years ago through a passage, which he had destroyed as soon as he had entered. He had taught the two wizards a lot about magic they hadn't even heard of yet and the Cruciatus Curse was by far their favorite.

"Why don't you search for them yourself?" Dumbledore asked Saruman when they had explained, why they needed him.

"That wouldn't be a problem, if there wouldn't be a wizard amongst them, who overshadows everything I want to see." The white explained.

Dumbledore frowned. "Hm, only very powerful wizards can do that." He said contemplatively, walking over to a stone bowl with runes on it. When he moved his hand over de bowl a silvery, vaporous fluid appeared.

"I know." Saruman agreed. "That is why I want to see who entered this world. I don't have the power to see past the haze caused by this one wizard, but you do."

Dumbledore took out his wand and ran with it through the liquid. For anybody looking at it, nothing had changed, but for the wizard, vague pictures appeared.

"I can only see feelings and auras, but you can see everything." The white continued.

"Yes I know what my powers are. Now please be quiet, I can't concentrate." The third wizard turned back to the bowl to sort the pictures he was seeing. The longer he was staring at it, the bigger his frown became.

"What do you see?" Saruman asked in impatience and concern.

Gandalf took a nervous step towards the bowl, to see what was inside, but he couldn't see anything. He looked impatient at the wizard bending over it, waiting for him to say something.

After what seemed like an eternity, Dumbledor finally straightened up and sighed. "I see a witch."

Gandalf looked with fearful eyes at Saruman, who stumbled backwards to his self-made throne of stone. There was only one witch, who could have entered this realm, only one woman who was powerful enough to overshadow Saruman's magic.

Gandalf's heart began to race and he blew out the last air that was in his lungs in order to inhale deeply again. "Morwen!"

The third wizard gave them a little nod as an answer to Gandalf's statement. Dumbledore had recognized her immediately. She was older now, but there was no mistake. It was Morwen.

Saruman collapsed into his throne. "She is here!" In his face there were indications of fear. "We all know, what it means that she is back." The white took a deep breath. "It means that we are lost."

Dumbledore had not moved an inch, he still stared at the bowl, while he was listening to the conversation of his friends.

"She wasn't supposed to find back!" Saruman continued. He reminded himself of Morwen's father closing the gate, in front of his eyes, after the witch had disappeared. Her parents had made it impossible to follow her to the world she had gone, they had cast a spell upon Middle-Earth to stop people from traveling between realms. So in order to make sure she couldn't come back either, Saruman had cast a spell to make it impossible for out-standers to enter this world as well.

"But she is here." Gandalf shouted.

"Yes, I know that." The white said annoyed. "I underestimated her." It seemed she was even stronger than he thought, she couldn't only overshadow his seeing ability, she could also circumvent his magical blockades.

Dumbledore rolled his eyes. The conversation bored him, they were too scared of one little witch. "She doesn't know her own powers." He said, while his eyes were still fixed on gaseous liquid. "She is not strong enough yet."

"Maybe not, but she will find out eventually and in addition she searched the company of Aragorn." The grey wizard explained. "If we don't do something now, they could instigate an uprising."

"That is indeed aggravating, but it should not be a hindrance." The third wizard said. "Aragorn has tried to start out a revolution for a long time and if the people won't find out that Morwen is here, they won't dare to fight; they are too scared of us."

"So what do you suggest we'd do?" Gandalf asked.

"At first we will send out some Orcs to kill her and everybody who is travelling with her."

"And what if that won't work?"

"Then we will unite our powers."

The grey looked at him in shock. They had never tried this before, it was known to be very dangerous and if something would go wrong, major side effects could appear, although there was no information existing about what exactly could happen, which wasn't really reassuring either.

Saruman shook his head, even he wasn't happy about this suggestion.

"I know it is said to be risky and dangerous, but think about it, if we get away with it alive, nobody will ever be able to kill us." Dumbledore raised his wand and put it against his temple. A light thread of the vaporous fluid came out of his head and floated over the bowl. The wizard lowered his wand to let the thread sink into the bowl and he watched it mingle with the rest of the silvery substance. "Here is my power to see." He said, while turning towards the wizards. "And my intelligence." He added in a sarcastic tone. "Now I need your skills."

Gandalf looked at the happening in concern. He wasn't sure if this was a great idea. He had seen them die, he didn't know how their death would look like if it would happen, but he knew if they didn't do something to change the future, they would most certainly depart this life. Uniting their powers could mean their victory or their death.

"GO Hermione! GO!"
Her father was standing in flames yelling at her to leave, but her feet couldn't move, it felt like they were glued to the floor. She wanted to run or scream but nothing happened, it was like she had lost her voice and ability to walk. She wanted to help her father but it was impossible, instead she was just standing there and watched him burn. He hadn't stopped screaming at her yet, even though she could see his whole body disappear in the fire.

"Hermione GO! NOW!" It was like a track in her head that had been set on repeat. "GO! LEAVE! GO NOW!"

"NO!" Hermione woke up from her own yell. Her eyes flew open when she almost fell out of her bed. She still heard the sound of the flickering fire and the screaming and yelling of her father echoed in her ear, even after she had been awake for some minutes. The witch was covered in sweat and she gasped for air. She needed to get outside, maybe a walk would help her calm down. She quickly pulled on a jumper and some trousers and left the tent. As soon as she was standing outside she took a deep breath of the fresh air. It helped to get her thoughts sorted.
The nightmare had hunted her for a very long time, but since she had been back in Middle-Earth she had dreamed about it every night, at home it had only happened occasionally.

She had weakened due to lack of sleep and she was unable to regain her energy, because she couldn't rest at night. Her eyelids were heavy and she felt sick and dizzy, but only her body was tired, her mind was wide-awake and it was circling around topics, she thought she had long forgotten. She started to walk in a random direction, she hoped a stroll would help her get tired enough to fall asleep again.

The neigh of a pony snapped Aragorn out of his thoughts. He looked around to see if someone was coming, but the forest was quiet.

"What is wrong?" he asked the animal as if it would answer his question. He walked over to the little horse to calm it. "There is nobody coming."
The animal, called Bill was old and weak but it was the only pony he had managed to purchase from the stables in Bree.

The Dúnedain had sneaked out from the camp, as soon as Legolas, Gimli and the Hobbits had fallen asleep at the fireplace. He didn't know if the wizards were sleeping, because they had a tent they were staying in. It amazed him that Hermione had brought a whole tent with her in that tiny bag of hers. However the fact that it looked small from the outside and huge on the inside fascinated him even more.

He had walked over, as quiet as possible, to where the pony was tied up on a tree, so he could have his daily time alone with his pipe.
He had been muddled up since the incidence with the witch. Thinking about her soft hands in his, made him shiver again. It was not a nasty kind of shiver, it actually felt good but at the same time it felt like his stomach made somersaults. He had never experienced this feeling before and he didn't know where it came from. He had only known this girl for a day, but somehow she got into his head. Probably because he wanted to know who she was, at least that was what he persuaded himself to believe. He didn't want to get into complicated feelings, she was far too young and moreover she came from another world, meaning she would return at some point. He still tried to see her as a way to win this long-lasting war against their oppressors and he had to get her and her two friends to the castle to make the people believe in freedom again. It would be even better if they'd decided to fight alongside with them but he couldn't forget the agony in her eyes when she had said that she didn't want to fight and she just wanted to go home. His guilt had grown even more the last hours thinking about her. It seemed she had been through a lot and he couldn't help it, he felt sympathies for her. Furthermore, if she really was the person he thought she was, things would be even more complicated if he would get tangled up in feelings. Although he wasn't sure, because he had never heard the name "Hermione" before. Still this witch reminded him enormously off the little Morwen. He had never met her in person but he had seen a drawing of her and he had known her parents; the witch had the same air and characteristics as Morwen's mother but maybe he was wrong and she was just a random stranger, who found this world accidentally. However, he didn't believe it to be coincidence that they had ended up in the Prancing Pony at the same evening, when he was there. He had to use the opportunities life was giving him.

The noise of a breaking branch brought him back to the here and now again. He spun around to see who was coming behind him. He was sitting on the rock again, where he had been resting to smoke his pipe. In the faint light of the moon, he recognized the pretty face of the witch, who was standing there as if rooted to the ground. His breathing quickened and he felt his hands shake a little bit, he hadn't expected her to be watching him.

Stupid twig! Hermione thought to herself, why did she have to step on it?

She had not expected to find Aragorn there, when she had searched for a quiet spot to settle her thoughts. The man was smoking his pipe in the moonlight and Hermione couldn't help but watching him for a while longer, when she had recognized him from behind some trees. His movements were gentle and thoughtful, it made him look very self-assured. This man fascinated her more than she wanted. She had not forgotten the short moment, where his hands had embraced hers. She had been so confused at that time being, that she didn't know if she had wanted to laugh or cry. His hands were warm and strong and somehow it felt right and pleasant but on the other hand, she still didn't trust him and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. She had to watch out that she wouldn't fall for his tricks, he wanted nothing more but to use her for his battle.

When she had planned to sneak back to the tent, so she would remain unnoticed, she had stepped on the branch and Aragorn turned around to find her. She could have cursed herself to hell. She felt caught and she lowered her head in shame.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you sleeping?" his voice was determining and the witch felt unsure and shy.

"I can't sleep." Her voice was almost like a whisper, she thought he wouldn't hear it but he nodded slowly.

"Me neither." He sighed. His expression softened and he looked pensive. Hermione didn't move, she wanted to walk over to him and sit next to him but at the same time she felt like running away as fast as she could, so instead she just continued standing there like a tree, unable to move.

Aragorn shook his head barely noticeable and he took a deep breath. "I don't know if it is right to ask off you to fight."

Hermione couldn't believe what she had just heard. She thought this man had only planned on forcing her to fight, maybe this was just another ploy he had up his sleeve, just like holding her hands; it had almost worked that she had believed him that he really cared for her. Although seeing his face now, made her uncertain if he was really that heartless and cold. He seemed truly troubled and she could have sworn he looked at her in concern for a brief moment.

Sadly this moment didn't last long, his softness faded and the harsh and demanding Aragorn, she knew had returned. "Go back to sleep. You need to rest."

Hermione was outraged. How could he just talk like this, as if she was a little child? She could decide for her own, whether she wanted to sleep or not. At least this last sentence had rescued her from feeling sympathies towards this man. She had not been wrong about him and she would not be tangled up in his web. No, she had her own mind and she wouldn't fight, she would just let him help her find the portal, leading her to her own realm and then she would be gone for good.

She turned away from the man, still sitting and smoking his pipe and looked at him indignantly one more time when she stomped back to her tent.

One, two, three, four – four! Not bad, Hermione thought, while watching Ron throwing pebbles in the river to let them bounce on the surface of the water. She didn't even manage two leaps. She had always wanted to learn it, but she never had the opportunity to do so.

They had reached the river Gwathló or also known as Greyflood. It was a wide river and a perfect opportunity to take a bath. The fellowship had decided to let the wizards rest for a while, because the sun was burning on their sculls and the three foreigners were not used to a heat like this.

Hermione was splashing with her feet in the water to cool down, while watching her friend not far from her. Ron was still a little curtly to her and she wanted to make it up to him, so she walked shyly over to him through the shallow water. "Ron? Can we talk?"
The redhead didn't answer, he just went on throwing pebbles. Hermione sighed. She really didn't know how to start, but she had the feeling the only way to stop the fight between them, was in telling the truth. "Look Ron, I want to tell you something, there is something you need to know."

"I am really not feeling like talking at the moment, Mione."
"But, just let me –"

"It's okay. I know it is not your fault we ended up here, alright?" He sounded annoyed.

"But, Ron –"

"Hermione, stop it! Not now. I am enjoying the silence at the moment. Throwing stones is helpful to calm down. You should try it."
The witch looked at him in irritation. She had just wanted to tell him everything and now he just cut her off. Frustrated she grabbed a stone and threw it in the water, with a loud plop the pebble disappeared on the bottom of the lake.

Ron started laughing. "What was that? You looked like a monkey with coordination problems."

"Oh, shut up! I can't do that alright!"

"What letting them bounce? Well you need a flat stone for that. Come on I'll show you." Ron came over and started showing her how to throw pebbles. She felt relieved that he was at least talking to her like a normal person and for the moment she enjoyed the time being with him as a friend.

While laughing, throwing stones and splashing around in the water, they didn't notice that Aragorn was watching them from a distance. He had just washed his face and hands in the river, when he had seen them together. Ron was standing behind her and he was coordinating her hands in order to let her throw the stone in the right way. The laughing of both reverberated until the place, where he was standing. Seeing them like that made him a bit envious and sad. He wished the witch could see him like that, as a friend. He had seen her face when he had sent her to her tent the other night, he could imagine how she felt about him. But he had been carried away with his feelings, talking to her; he had not planned on telling her his doubts about letting her fight. He had to keep her on a distance, so he wouldn't let his feelings ruin their plans.

"Aragorn, we need to get moving."

The Dúnedain snapped out of his thoughts. He hadn't seen Legolas coming, who was now standing in front of him. He had been too busy with watching the girl that fascinated him so much, to see anything else happening around him. Aragorn knew the elf was right, they were bound on getting to Gondor in time, but seeing Hermione's resentful look from the night before, he knew she was not on his side yet. She needed more time and also normality. He could imagine how hard that must have been for the trio to get ripped of their home without wanting it and ending up with people, who wanted them to fight in a war. He wouldn't have asked it, if the people wouldn't have needed them badly.
He looked over to Harry, who was dozing off in the shadow of a tree. "Not yet." He said to the elf.

"It is after noon already." Legolas answered.

"We will depart as soon as they are done."

The elf looked at him in confusion. For him this decision was incomprehensible.

"Why is that so important?" Gimli came walking over to them and said out loud, what the elf was thinking. "They can throw rocks anywhere."

"My friends." Aragorn looked them both directly in the eye. "You want them to stay with us, don't you?"
Gimli gave him an understanding look.

"And you want them to fight with us." Aragorn continued.

Legolas nodded almost unnoticeable.

"Well then, we should let them have some fun. In fact, I will do the same." He turned around and walked towards a mossy stone, where his stuff was lying on. "I am going to hunt some meat." He said while putting his knife back into his holder. "When I come back, we can go." He spun around and ran away from the river and away from the sight of Hermione and Ron. If there was something that would help him take his mind off the witch, it would be hunting and besides, they needed something to eat anyway.

Legolas and Gimli watched Aragorn running away from their sight and looked at each other, while they started grinning. They decided to Aragorn to help him with the hunt and they started to run after him, with a smile on their faces.

Well well well, looks like Aragorn doesn't know what to feel... and Dumbledore is even worse than Saruman?

Yeeeesh he is ! Muahahaha... I am teasing everybody, who thought this story would be like the original books :)! I am truly sorry I crashed your world! :P

I hope you still like this story though :D ! I'll update as soon as possible... and constructive criticism is always welcome.