Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable from either Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. They belong solely to the two authors whose brilliant minds created these worlds.
This is my first crossover. Please review and tell me what you think.
Thank you.
WARNING: This story is rated M for implied rape, abuse, abandonment, and mild violence.
Note: The words spoken in Elfish will be italicized.
Author's Note: From this chapter on, Hermione's name will be Síladhiel Ithilwen or just Síladhiel.
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Belonging
By Edhelwen Oneita
~Memories~
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The following days, Síladhiel would sit at Frodo's bedside and continue giving him energy to help him heal faster. Sam, Pippin, and Merry would come in constantly and just watch him. Seeing their care and worry over their fellow Hobbit brought a smile to her face.
Few days later Frodo finally woke up and saw Gandalf sitting at his bedside. Sam came bounding in glad to see Frodo finally awake.
"Where am I Gandalf?"
You are in the House of Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. It is 10 o'clock in the morning on October the 24th, if you wish to know. I must say, young Frodo, that you gave us all a bit of a scare."
"What happened, Gandalf? I just remember seeing two beautiful beings of light then all I saw was darkness."
"You were fading because of a wound given to you by one of the Nazgul. A few more hours and you would have been lost to us." Gandalf looked at Frodo sadly for a moment then smiled when he noticed Lord Elrond standing in the doorway. "However, one of his daughters managed to get you here in time so you could be healed." Frodo looked over to where Gandalf was looking and saw an Elf Lord standing at the entrance to the room.
Elrond came into the room then stood behind Gandalf and smiled at Frodo. "Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins. I am glad to see that you are looking well instead of deathly pale like you did when my daughter came in with you."
"Thank you for your help, Sir." Frodo smiled back at the Elf Lord.
"Actually Frodo, it was my daughter, Síladhiel, who healed you."
"Oh! But I thank you nonetheless, Sir."
"You are welcome then, Frodo. We shall leave you to get dressed so you may come join us for lunch. Tomorrow, there will be a Council meeting to decide the fate of the ring that you carry. I wish for you to be there," Elrond looked at Sam and smiled before looking at Frodo again. "and you alone, Frodo."
"Yes, Sir." The room cleared out leaving Frodo to get dressed with the help of Sam.
Síladhiel was sitting with Bilbo listening to another one of his stories when she heard laughter and Merry and Pippin's excited voices. Looking over to them, she smiled seeing the four Hobbits reunite. Frodo looked over towards Bilbo and ran to greet him.
"Frodo, my lad! It is so good to see you looking well again! Come, come, I want you to meet someone very special." Bilbo and Frodo walked over to Síladhiel who smiled in welcome to Frodo. "This, Frodo, is Síladhiel Ithilwen. She is the youngest daughter of Lord Elrond."
"I am very honored to meet you, Síladhiel." Frodo went to bow to Síladhiel but stopped when she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"And I you, Frodo. I am glad to see that you are looking better. Your friends hardly ever left your side and were very worried. You have amazing friends that love you." She smiled at Sam, Merry and Pippin then looked back at Frodo.
"And thank you for healing me."
"You are welcome. Come, I believe it is lunch time."
Yes!" Pippin and Merry grabbed each of Síladhiel's hands and led her away causing her to laugh and the other three Hobbits to smile.
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After lunch, Síladhiel was walking with Gandalf telling him about everything she has learned and done since he had left. They stood in a pavilion that overlooked the courtyard that led out to the road. She fell silent as she noticed several riders approaching. She watched as four men dismounted and looked around at the beauty of Rivendell. One man in particular looked up to where Gandalf and Síladhiel stood and stared at her in awe. She had not noticed that she had started to change since she had accepted Elrond's offer that day when she awoke for the first time in Rivendell. She has always been beautiful but now that the Elven blood within her had awoken, she was beginning to look more Elvish than human. She was wearing a dark green gown with silver trim. A silver circlet rested on her brow with a single emerald in the center. Despite being Gryffindor, her favorite color had always been green. The color enhanced her hair and eyes making them appear more brown than golden. Normally Arwen would pull her hair back in some manner but that day she let it free so only the circlet adorned her hair and kept it out of her face.
The man's stare was beginning to make Síladhiel uncomfortable. She looked away at the other men and found them also looking at her. Síladhiel subconsciously moved closer to Gandalf, which caused him to look down at her in concern. He looked up and noticed the men staring at her. Gandalf turned his gaze back towards the road hearing more horses approaching and smiled when he saw whom the riders were. They were Elves.
"Síladhiel, look back at the gate, there are a few coming that I think would make you smile."
"Oh?" Síladhiel looked at the road and saw four Elves approaching on white horses. She instantly recognized two of them and it did bring a smile to her face. She had hoped that she would see Legolas and Haldir again. She left the pavilion and went to the entrance to welcome Haldir and Legolas surprising them both with a hug.
"My Lady, you look beautiful. I am glad to see you smiling so joyously." Haldir said as he smiled at her. Legolas was floored. He saw that she looked even more beautiful than she did when he last seen her and that she was beginning to look Elven. Her ears were starting to appear pointed though they still had a roundness to them at the tops. Her facial features were also starting to look fairer and angled like that of an Elf's. Legolas smiled down at her keeping his thoughts to himself.
"Haldir, you know I do not care for formalities. Why must you always refer to me as such?"
"You have learned Elvish, Síladhiel?" Legolas and Haldir were surprised.
"Yes, Legolas. Arwen taught me starting the first day. You would be surprised at all that I have learned since I last saw you." Síladhiel smiled at them. She felt eyes on her and turned to see the man from earlier was still staring at her. She tensed slightly and averted her eyes towards the ground.
Legolas noticed her demeanor changed and looked up meeting eyes with a man dressed in a red tunic black leather vest and breeches. He noticed that he bore a white tree on his wrist braces, the Symbol of Gondor. Legolas did not like the way the man stared at Síladhiel and narrowed his eyes while moving closer to her with Haldir shadowing his actions.
One of the other men noticed Legolas and Haldir staring at his companion and saw that his companion was blatantly staring at the young woman who looked uncomfortable. Deciding to help relieve the tension, he walked up to the other man.
"Lord Boromir, shall we go inside?" Boromir looked at the person who called him which allowed Síladhiel, Legolas, and Haldir all to relax and move from the area. Seeing that he had Boromir's attention he lowered his voice. "Boromir, why do you stare so blatantly at the young woman? Did you not see that she was uncomfortable? Did you not notice the threatening looks you were getting from the two Elven men that were standing next to her? From the looks of her, I would bet that she is Lord Elrond's daughter. What would you think he would do if he saw this? Be careful, Boromir."
"Malach, have you ever seen a maiden so fair? I could not help but stare. But of course the Elves would have her fancy over a man."
"That is beside the point, Boromir. You were making possibly the daughter of our Host uncomfortable. I have no doubt he will hear of this if you keep staring so."
"She cannot be the Elf Lord's daughter. She is a Mortal woman not an Elfish woman. Perhaps she was fostered here." Malach closed his eyes getting frustrated.
"Just be careful not to insult anyone here, Boromir." Malach turned and left going inside the house of Elrond leaving Boromir alone.
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Síladhiel was sitting in the library the following morning when Arwen came in looking for her. "Síladhiel, come we have to get you dressed."
"For what, Arwen?"
"Father wished you to attend the Council. Now let's go!" Arwen walked over and took Síladhiel's hand, dragging her to her room. Once they were done, Síladhiel was dressed in a dark wine colored dress with gold trim. Her hair was pulled back with golden clips and a gold chain with a garnet teardrop adorned her forehead with the garnet resting in between her eyebrows. They left the room and Arwen guided her to the Council area. Upon their arrival, Arwen bowed towards the Council then left. Elrond stood and extended a hand towards Síladhiel who walked over to him, smiling softly. She bowed to the Council then sat in a chair in between Elladan and Elrohir. Her brothers each took a hand and held it to help give her support with all the strange males around her. She relaxed and smiled at her brothers and her father.
"A woman attending the Council! You cannot be serious! This is no matter for a woman!" A man sitting near Boromir exclaimed.
"Síladhiel has every right to be here. You have no say in who I allow to attend the Council, Sir Sador." Lord Elrond yelled at him.
Sir Sador sat back in his chair looking at the ground.
"With all due respect, My Lord, but how does she have a right to be here? Surely, this will be too much for her? Discussing such dark times."
"She has seen and been through more than you can imagine, Sir Malach."
"How so? She is but a woman. Women would know nothing of war and torture. Yes, some may know how to wield a weapon but none has ever seen battle." Boromir looked at Síladhiel who was glaring at him with molten gold eyes. Her ire erasing the remaining discomfort she felt as he stared at her the previous day after his arrival into Rivendell.
"It would do you well not to speak of something you do not know, Sir." Síladhiel spoke causing all the eyes to fall upon her. She was too angry to care about the many male eyes currently staring at her. Sure, she knew that this world thought of women as the delicate gender, but she was no fragile flower.
"You are saying you have seen battle?" Boromir laughed shaking his head, while a few others chuckled or murmured in agreement to his inquiry, thinking it impossible for her to have done such.
"I am, just as I have been tortured." The Council Pavilion went silent, as all who attended except those who knew of her past looked at her with disbelief. Síladhiel looked at her father then to Gandalf. She knew the only way they would believe her is if they saw her memories. "Gandalf, is there a way to show my memories?"
Gandalf nodded then stood and tapped his staff on the stone table in the center of the pavilion. A bowl appeared on top of the stone top already filled with water. "All you have to do is touch the water and we will all see them." Nodding Síladhiel stood and approached the bowl. She looked at the water for a few seconds before placing a trembling hand into the water.
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Mist suddenly surrounded them and images started to appear. The Council noticed that they were in a different world and saw many strangely dressed people walking around a vast field as they looked around. They saw a young girl who looked similar to Síladhiel walking beside a man who kept glancing around.
"Hermione, dear. Why don't you wait here while I go get us a treat? Is that ok?" The man asked the young girl.
"Ok, Daddy." The man walked off and the little girl waited for what appeared to be hours as the sky began to darken and the child started to get worried. Where was her daddy? Where did he go?
"I was only eight years old when my birth father abandoned me in that park." Síladhiel spoke softly as she watched the scene with tear filled eyes.
The image changed and showed the little girl wondering the streets crying for her father. A man came up to her and spoke in a soothing voice. "Hey little one, are you lost?" Little Hermione nodded and the man smiled. "Alright, how about I take you home then?" She placed her hand in his. He seemed trusting enough. The man led her down the street and to an old run down building. Opening the door, he threw her inside causing her to fall onto the ground in a heap. She looked back at him with fear and he smirked down at her before calling out into the room. "Hey boys! I brought us a little fun." Young Hermione plastered herself to the wall as the men came towards her. One of the men grabbed her wrists and pulled her to the ground as she screamed and fought with all her might, which only caused the men to laugh at her. The memory cut off at that point and a new image took its place. It was obvious that it was some years later cause the little Hermione was older.
"Wait! What happened? Why did you cut it off?" One of the dwarves asked Síladhiel.
"Is it not obvious Master Dwarf? Those men raped me. For three years I lived in that torture house until I was finally able to escape.
The image showed an 11 year old Hermione running down the street at night. She kept looking over her shoulder as she ran thinking that someone was following her. She then dived into a dark alleyway to hide behind a dumpster when heard footsteps close behind her. A man appeared at the end of the alleyway not long after she had hid and walked over to her position then knelt down in front of her looking at Hermione with sad bright blue eyes that would normally hold a twinkle in them.
"Oh my dear girl, what happened to you? Do not worry I will not hurt you. You see, I am a Professor and the Headmaster at a Wizarding school. My name is Professor Dumbledore. I have been looking for you, Miss Hermione Granger."
"How do you know my name? Why were you looking for me?"
"I am looking for you so I can give you this." He handed Hermione the letter and she opened it and started reading it.
"I am a witch?" Hermione looked up at the older man with wide eyes after she read the letter.
"Yes, you are a witch. That is how I know your name. All the new children who are born with magic in them are recorded in a wizard log for the schools so they know who is attending once they are of age." Professor Dumbledore smiled at her and held out a hand. , and she took it. "Now, let us go and get you cleaned up. Where is your family?"
"I don't have one. My father left me at a park three years ago."
"I see. Well then, I happen to know of a family that I am sure will love you and care for you as their own. Would you like that?" Hermione nodded and they left the alley and went to the Robinson's residence. The memory went on to show her first year at Hogwarts and the incident with the troll. It showed her back at her new home during the summer holidays reading a book when her new father came in from work. He hung up his coat by the door then walked over to Hermione. He stood behind her for a few minutes before reaching down and started touching her inappropriately causing Hermione to start and leap out of the chair to face him.
"Stop it. Please don't touch me like that." Hermione backed away from him slowly as he advanced taking out his belt at the same time.
"You need to earn your keep girl. You won't be living here for free." Hermione stared wide-eyed at the man she thought was going to be her dad and backed up more until she was up against a wall.
"Then I will do chores around the house. I will wash dishes, cook, clean the house, do the laundry. I'll do anything but that. Please?" Hermione looked pleading at the man before her as he continued to approach her. She slid along the wall trying to keep the distance between them as far as possible. Her father lunged at her and grabbed her then tossed her onto the couch, making her cry out. He walked up to her then went to pin her down onto the couch, causing fear to spread throughout her wide golden brown eyes. Hermione cried as she fought against him trying to get her father off her.
"Not again! Please, not again! I beg you, Dad!" Her father slapped her then turned her over onto her stomach and ripped her shirt open, baring her back.
"You dare defy me girl! You will do as I say and love it!" He used the belt like a whip and she cried out as the buckle bit into her back. Again, the image stopped there and fast forward to where she was back at school and discovered that a basilisk was what was terrorizing the school and how she was petrified while trying to get back to the Gryffindor Common Room. The memory fast-forwarded again showing brief images of her at home still being beaten and used with her mother now helping her father. The memory showed her and Harry fighting off the Dementors and saving Sirius in their third year. The images kept playing up until her fourth year before the Yule Ball when she crashed into the Headmaster's office.
"Please professor! Please do not send me back to the Robinsons!"
"Why ever not, dear girl? Are they not your family?" Hermione, now fourteen, looked at the Potions Master then at her Headmaster. "Because Professor. They are hurting me. They rape me and whip me with a belt. Please don't let me go back! I'm begging you, Professor. Don't send me back." Hermione fell to her knees shaking uncontrollably and started crying. She felt arms wrap around her causing her to instantly tense up and shove the person away, looking at them with eyes filled with fear while plastering her back against the wall. Her Potions Master looked at her with sad eyes as he recognized the terror within hers. He remained on the floor where he landed when Hermione had shoved him away and kept looking at her as he spoke to the headmaster.
"Albus, she speaks truth. It is clear in her eyes that she is terrified of going back to that house. And her reaction further confirmed her words as truth."
"I see, you would know, Severus. Very well then, Hermione. You may stay here for the rest of your school days. However, at the end of the year you should still ride the train so it would not bring unwanted attention to you. Someone will be there to bring you back to the school afterwards. Is that alright?"
"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore. I apologize, Professor Snape for shoving you away like that. I… I just don't do well with people touching me."
"I understand, Miss Granger. I understand because when I was younger, my father abused both my mother and I." Professor Snape told her in a calm voice that had Hermione's eyes widening with surprise. She had never heard the Potions Professor speak with such a tone. She never knew nor did she ever think that it was possible that her Potions Professor would have had a similar life. She nodded at her Potions Professor and slowly stood up. She thanked the Professors again then left.
The memories went on to show her fifth year when she was training with the Dumbledore's Army and went on to show the fight she and the others had with the Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic. She showed where Dolohov cursed her and where she had to watch as Sirius was killed by Bellatrix.
"You asked if I had ever fought in a war. I had. Since I was eleven, I helped Harry foil the Dark Lord's plans and stayed with him even after the Dark Lord returned. Though that fight was small compared to what I had to do the following year."
The memory that showed next was when she stayed at Hogwarts during the Christmas Holidays. It showed the time when she was opening her gifts on Christmas Morning. Then showed the part where she read the unsigned notes then put on the necklaces. She fast-forwarded to show the betrayal of Harry and Ron. Her first meeting of Elrond and the others and of the battle. Of the duel, she had with the Dark Lord when he tried to get her to tell him where Harry was and continued to refuse to betray Harry. She closed her eyes and looked away as the memory showed Ron using the Torture Curse on her, wincing at her own shrill screams.
"Can you imagine? Can you see how one single word could cause pain so unimaginable you would not even wish it on your greatest enemy? That is what the Cruciatus Curse does. It is called the Torture Curse." Síladhiel looked at everyone and noticed the many looks of horror everyone at the Council wore on their faces. Her father and brothers walked up to her and stood beside her. Elladan placed his hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze while Elrond stood behind her wrapping his arms around her waist letting her know that he was there. Elrohir stood beside him holding Síladhiel's free hand.
Finally, the memory showed where Harry was apologizing as he fought the Dark Lord and the memory ended when he stunned her.
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She lifted her hand out of the bowl and it vanished as if it was never there. After that, I found myself here. I was given a new chance at life and was also given a chance to have a true family when Lord Elrond claimed me as his daughter." She turned and looked at the others at the Council. She lifted her chin proudly when she locked eyes with Boromir. "Now you know and seen what I have gone through. I was tortured, I was abused, and I fought in a war. I fought against the Dark Lord himself and refused to give him what he wanted. I had refused to reveal where my best friend was to the Dark Lord and betray my best friend even though he betrayed me. As for my right to be here. This is my home. This is now my world. In addition, I will do everything I can to protect my home and those I love. I will not stand idly by and watch as another Dark Lord threatens my home! No, I will fight. I will fight to protect my world and everything in it from darkness. So do not try to stop me. You will not win." Síladhiel looked at each person with a determined look in her eyes and met each one of their gazes. She turned to go back to her chair but found herself enveloped in both of her brothers' arms. When they let her go, they walked with her back to their seats and looked back out at the members of the Council. Lord Elrond looked around then addressed the Council. "Perhaps we should adjourn to the dinning pavilion for lunch, and then we will meet back here afterwards."
Everyone left leaving Elrond, Aragorn, Haldir, Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir, and Síladhiel in the Council area. Elrond walked up and held Síladhiel close to him as he whispered into her ear. "My child, I did not realize what you truly went through in that other world. It is no wonder why your eyes were so haunted. No words can describe what we saw in your memories. You did not have to show them." Síladhiel hugged Elrond tightly as she whispered back to him.
"No, Ada, I had to. Just telling them alone would not have been enough. They would not have believed me. The only option was to show them. I am fine, Ada. You have brought me healing. You all have. If not for you, where would I be? I am glad you call me your daughter and I am glad to call you Ada."
Lord Elrond smiled and hugged her tightly again. He had longed for her to call him father and she finally had. "Thank you, Síladhiel Ithilwen. Thank you for making me the happiest father. Oh, how I have longed to hear you finally call me thus. I love you, Síladhiel."
"I love you too, Ada." Síladhiel turned and looked at the others. "Thank you all for giving me a chance at a life I thought I never would have had. Do not dwell on what happened to me. It is past. I know words could never describe what happened so I realize seeing it was a bit of a shock. So please, do not look at me or treat me any different because of this. Though I might appear fragile, I am not so." Everyone smiled at her in return and nodded. "Now, I do not know about all of you, but I am hungry. So can we go get some food before we start up the Council meeting again?" Her words caused everyone to laugh and they left the Council area and headed down for lunch.
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Authors Note: I am currently in the process of editing my story. I am fixing any grammar errors, spelling mistakes, or missing words. I am not and I repeat NOT changing the storyline. Just to be clear, as I have had a few attempts in the past to "change" things in my story.
I also apologize to anyone I may have offended. I deal with PTSD myself so I know about triggers and I am deeply sorry if this chapter caused any. However, this is the only chapter that will be as detailed.
