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I awoke from my dreams in a sweat. Screams were ripping through me like a mandrake. Their faces were burning behind my eyes. Someone held me close. I saw blond hair and pushed back, wriggling until I saw his deep eyes. They weren't his. Not the man I wanted to kill more than most anything. But he was out of my reach now. I would have to accept that. Back to reality, I breathed a sigh of relief. Legolas stared at me.
"Are you okay?"
"I am fine. How did you know I was having a nightmare? I keep silencing charms so I don't wake the others?"
"I sensed trouble. You should not hide your weaknesses. Not from me." His voice was gentle, not reprimanding. I knew he was concerned.
"It is not you I seek to hide from. It is them. Those men doubt me enough."
"Surely not. Not after today?"
"Now more than ever. They believe my strength is an act. Believe me, I know the look of a pessimistic warrior. I have seen it enough in those I fought alongside. The look of untarnished fear and lack of hope is blazing among them. I hope they will gain the look I grew to expect from my soldiers."
"And what was that?"
"Defiance. The burning refusal to lie down when all hope seems gone from the world. I know fifteen year old boys and girls who would face this Sauron without a doubt if I asked them to. Merely because I told them there was a chance to succeed. Because I said they did not need anyone's courage or belief but their own. That is what I want to see in the eyes of those men."
"You will see it. I know you will. I trust in you. Trust me." I nodded. "Now what were your dreams about?"
"Before Harry, Ron and I left for the war I did something. There is a spell that will erase memories. I did it on my adopted parents. I erased myself from their minds. They were sent to Australia, but I brought them home. Before I could heal their minds they died. My own parents, the man and woman who raised me died with no idea who I was. Tomorrow I am leaving again to fight a different dark lord." Now he understood.
"But your parents there were incapable of magic, were they not? They had no defense?"
"True."
"Elrond, your brothers, and your sister are powerful. They are skilled with bow and blade and they carry the ancestral magic of your kin. You need not fear. If this world falls they will be the last to go, I assure you. And it will not fall. I mean really, do you think you and I would let an invincible, insurmountable dark lord stop us?" I looked at him, shook my head.
"Never."
"Then don't be afraid. Think of Sauron as your brothers when you are angered. Face them with that determination and all will end well. I know it will." He held me close. I breathed deeply into his hair, inhaling his scent. It was comforting. I would not be alone in my journey. And nothing could stop the pair of us, surely. I fell back to sleep.
"We really need to stop doing this." Harry smirked as I threw my bag over my shoulder. I was dressed similar to Legolas, in green cloth with my cloak across my back.
"What?"
"Running across the world in hopes of destroying a cursed object and defeating a figure of evil."
"I know right? I wonder, will we ever have a normal year?" I asked.
"Seems ilie I remember you asking a similar question: WIll we ever have a normal year at Hogwarts? Same answer. Never. SOmething will always happen."
"Unfortunately, I know." ELladan and ELrohir walked up.
"Good luck, little sister." Elrohir's eyes shimmered. I smiled softly, pulling him into my arms.
"Be safe, stay out of trouble. Promise me?" My eyes glistened as well.
"We promise." They said. Arwen took their place.
"Good luck. Look after Aragorn for me, will you?" Fear danced through her eyes. "You both better come home to me."
"Promise. Now, I've gotta go. Got a Dark Lord to vanquish." She smirked.
"Ionwe." She called. Quickly she put a hand on his shoulder. "You make sure this works. I've heard the stories so I know I can trust you with her. But if anything happens, my wrath will make all others pale."
"I've faced Taurauthiel's wrath before. I know what it looks like. And, just so you know, I wouldn't face her sister for all the gold in Gringotts."
"Ionwe, she has no idea what that is."
"Right. Sorry." THe group gathered together. Ada faced me.
"Legolas will be staying close to you, for your protection. I know you trust your England friends, but it would make me feel better if I knrew you had someone close by that was from here. ; and I do not like the looks Boromir is sending you. Trust me."
"I do, Ada. If you think it is right, then I will not question. Besides, I trust Legolas as well. He will be welcome company." His solemn face brightened minutely before he turned to gaze upon our entire group.
"The Fellowship of the Ring. Today you go out to destroy the evil that has plagued this land. Good luck. Let your courage, skill, and powers combined succeed and save the world we all share. Good luck." Solemnly, we began our journey. Frodo paused at the exit of Rivendell.
"Gandalf, is Mordor right or left?."
"Left." And so it began, the journey to save my home.
We began to set up camp at dusk. Harry started pulling out a sleeping bag.
"Don't even. I have the tent." He gaped.
"Hermione bloody Granger you didn't." I raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, Taurauthiel. You really have that thing?"
"I do. And I worked on expanding it so there is room for everyone. Please, Lainadan, please, set up the usual wards. I want things secure as a safe house." He nodded.
"On it. Barathon, get over here." The man was still wearing his cloak and had not shown his face. I waved the remaining group into the tent. Some eyes widened in amazement as they saw its size. Of course it wasn't identical to its original design. There were many adaptations so that it would resemble a luxurious but quaint Middle Earth he, rather like a mini Rivendell. The Hobbits had there own place, four beds close by. They were not battle hardened warriors. The companionship would be needed in the months to come.
"Gimli, your quarters are over there, Boromir, there, Aragorn, that way. Twins, you know the way, Ionwe, Mornenion, this way." I led them to their beds. Legolas, you'll be right over here. I hope it's to your liking." The charms placed would adapt to the personality and origin of the inhabitant. "If you wish it to be more like home, simply imagine what you desire. The necessary changes will manifest."
"How?" Boromir asked. '
"Magic." I said simply.
"I see how you managed to evade capture for so long." Mornenion glanced about appreciatively.
"Indeed. Of course, we didn't need quite as much space, but it was still nice."
"Elarinya, I have a request." Boromir said. I waitied.
"Some of us still have no inkling of your companions' faces or looks. It might be wise to reveal that to us now that we are underway."
"I agree. Once Barathon and Lainadan return, I will make full iintroductions."
"Another thing, why were you called Hermione Granger by that one?" H pointed to Harry. I sighed.
"This is why you were supposed to remain silent." I huffed, knowing without seeing his face that he was smirking. "Stop grinning like a bloody idiot. As for your question, it will be answered soon enough." Just as I spoke, the two wizards entered.
"I'm sure you know the way these things work, your beds are that way. Then reconvene here. Some introductions still have yet to be made." It was only a moment. The hoods were thrown back.
Gen. PoV
Boromir was startled by their appearances. They were not elves, nor did they have the typical aged builds of wizards he'd come across in his years. They appeared to be men.
"Boromir of Gondor, I will introduce you to the best wizards their world has to offer. There are few I'd as soon trust my life to. Although we have a complicated past in some cases. I told you of the wars I faced in my old home?" The man nodded. "Ionwe here was the Savior, the Chosen One. He just may be one of the most powerful wizards ever." The man is question blushed.
"I can concur to that statement. Ionwe here is truly gifted. His birth name was Harry Potter, Heir of Gryffindor and Descendant of the House of Lions." Gandalf grinned, puffing his pipe.
"Next we have Lainadan Rhovanion, born Remus Lupin, a close friend of Ionwe's father and my former teacher. He taught me more than almost anyone else, and his friend Barathon Glennodad, born Sirius Black of the Ancient and most Noble House of Black. From an equally prestigious name in his home world, Mornenion Locien, born Draconis Malfoy, Heir of Malfoy and second only to me in most of our studies." I couldn't resist.
"Truthfully if you hadn't had the barrier of his father, you two would have been wonderful friends. YOur competition pushed you both to extreme lengths in school." Gandalf chuckled. Malfoy and I gaped at one another, realizing it was true. We had a lot in common. I closed the curtains around my bed, changing into a set of warm leggings with a snug shirt. Grabbing a book, I sat by Legolas; his arm went around my shoulder, pulling me close. I leaned against him, feeling safe.
"How are you coping?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Don't. Lie to them if you want, but don't with me. You're not completely okay." I looked around. The others were all working on their own little tasks. The Twins were playing a game of exploding snap. Harry played with the snitch Dumbledore had given him, glancing our way every so often. Boromir sharpened his sword, Gimli ate a large portion of meat, and Remus and Sirius were cooking a meal. Draco, like us, was reading.
"I don't know. It's so confusing. How do some people cope with all this? I thought, at first, that them being here would help the pain. But it just hurts so much. There's times when I miss England, miss the simplicity of it all. I was the Brightest Witch of the Age, best friend of Harry Potter. THat used to seem complicated. Then I come here and I'm a lost princess who's actually centuries old and my home is being destroyed by an evil sorcerer? Again? I know I said all this before, but still."
"I will listen to you as much as you need me to. You're my best and oldest friend, Taurauthiel. You can always trust me, my Gwestiel."
"Thank you." I giggled a little at my childhood nickname. Gwestiel, a promise. It was our promise to each other. .
"Now, keep talking. Let it all out. They won't hear you." we kept talking for a couple of hours, waiting on the food to be done. It was good to get it all off my chest. Finally Remus called that it was ready. We stood, leaving our fortress of solitude.
"We must hold this course, west of the Misty Mountains for forty days, then our path goes east to Mordor."
"If anyone asked my opinion, which I note they are not, I would say we are taking the long way round. We could take the road through Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome."
"No, Gimli. I would not take the road through Moria unless we had no other option left." I did not like the tone in Gandalf's voice. Something resembling smoke caught my eye.
"What is that?"
"Just a wisp of cloud," said the put out dwarf.
"So it would appear. Legolas, look closer. Is that what I think it is?"
"Indeed. Crebain from Dunland!" Aragorn yelled at everyone to take cover, to make it as though we were not here. Legolas pulled me to the ground, cloaks covering us. I was wrapped tightly in his arms. The crow like things cawed above us for what seemed like forever. Eventually it was silent once more. WE all stood, shaking off the cold.
"Spies of Saruman, we are watched, here in the southern pass."
"Who is Saruman?" Harry asked.
"Another dark wizard. Think of him as Moody our fourth year."
"What now, Gandalf?"
"We must take the passage of Cradhras." We faced a mountain completely covered in snow. The trek was hard. My heat spells could only do so much in the presence of such fierce cold. Frodo fell, tumbling down the mountainside. Aragorn stopped him, but the ring had fallen. Boromir picked it up. I waited, ready to hex him if he should try anything.
"So strange that such a little thing could cause so much. Such a little thing…" His voice drifted. No.
"Boromir, give the ring to Frodo." Harry had seen and heard it too. That breezy tone of one taken by evil. The man snapped out of it, passing the gold circlet back to the halfling. Our journey continued. Something bothered me. THere was a strange sound arising.
"Legolas, is that a voice or a wind which I hear?"
"It is no wind, my friend." The chant rose. "There is a fell voice on the air!"
"Saruman!" We struggled to keep our footing.
"The mountain is crumbling! We must turn back!" I called over the storm.
"No!" Gandalf's voice rose. He began to shout a spell to the winds. With all that I had I tried to deflect as much debris as I could. No one was injured, but the magic drained me.
"Gandalf, my friend. I know you do not wish it, but we can stay this course no longer. We must get off of this mountain." Remus reasoned.
"The Gap of Rohan, head for my country."
"That road will take us far too close to Isengard." Gandalf sighed. "Let the Ring-bearer decide." Frodo's face was tense and pale. Eventually he looked up.
"We will go through the mines."
"So be it." Those of us that could stepped to the side so that Gandalf could take the lead. Already Gimli had begun chattering about the luxuries of Dwarven halls. I was not reassured by the downward appearance on my old headmaster.
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