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WARNING: This story is rated M for implied rape, abuse, abandonment, and mild violence.

Note: The words spoken in Elvish will be italicized.

Author's Note: From this chapter on, Hermione's name will be Siladhiel Ithilwen or just Siladhiel.

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Belonging

By Edhelwen Oneita

~Torture~

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The wizards had all left the battle of Helms Deep, leaving it for the orcs to finish. They returned to Isengard and went inside. Voldemort went down to the dungeon carrying his load, an unconscious girl, followed by Bellatrix and Ron. Ron opened the room where a bed laid with chains attached to it and stepped aside as the Dark Lord entered then tossed the girl onto the bed. Bellatrix quickly fastened the cuffs to the girl's wrists and ankle then casted a Rennervate. Both Ron and Bellatrix held cruel grins as they watched Siladhiel wake up from the spell. Voldemort watched calmly, his expression blank and his eyes giving nothing away.

Siladhiel opened her eyes and jolted up quickly taking in her surroundings. Panic started to swell in her chest as she caught sight of the three death eaters before her but fought to keep it under control. Her eyes narrowed and she glared at the three of them.

"Oh my, it seems the little kitty has claws still."

Siladhiel curled her hands into fists, the movement then drawing her attention to the shackles on her wrists and her legs. Her eyes shot up to them, the fear showing through for a spit moment before they were again narrowed. "Chains? Really? Are you that scared of me that you have to use chains to restrain me?" She was proud of herself for keeping her voice from quivering with the fear that was slowly consuming her mind. Ron's chuckle drew her attention as he leaned forward closer to her.

"Hermione, I think—"

"Hermione no longer exists. So obviously, you have got the wrong girl!"

"Oh I don't think I do Hermione, you may look different but you're still that know it all girl that can't seem to keep her mouth shut." Siladhiel glared at him as he started to move forwards his hands going to his belt. "Perhaps I should put that mouth to good use?" Siladhiel's eyes widened and she moved back as far as she could as a whimper escaped her throat. A single name went through her head before the torture shed knew would come started. Legolas.

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Draco and Lucius stood invisible beside two elves while the Uruk-hai stormed the keep. They were protecting them for neither one was dead, just unconscious. Legolas was surrounded by thick granite, put there by Siladhiel to protect him. Lucius had recognized the spell the Weasley boy had used on the Elven Prince. It was one Voldemort had created to mimic the killing curse. It put the victim into a deep death-like sleep and could only be undone by a counter spell. One that Lucius knew. If one did not know the counter spell, the victim would eventually die slowly. Lucius glanced over at Haldir hoping that the Elf would not stir any time soon for fear that the Elf would really be killed. Both he and Draco stood under a disillusion spell making them invisible while a "notice me not" charm was placed over both elves for more protection.

Suddenly, loud horns blasted through the area startling the two wizards. The horn shook the ground with its mighty sound, followed soon by battle cries and the sounds of horses' hooves clattering against the stone ground. Relief went through both wizards as the people of Rohan took up a last stand.

Aragorn paused looking towards the east just as Gandalf had said before he had taken off to find Éomer. A lone horse and rider stood on the crest of the hill then a second joined not long after. A battle cry was heard gaining the attention of all those who were fighting as Éomer and his men came down the hill. The Uruk-hai scrambled to reform the lines but just as they did, the sun crested the hill and shone brightly at the Uruk-hai, blinding them as the new army met them in a clash of hooves, spears, and swords. The Uruk-hai fell quickly under the new assault.

Draco knelt down by Haldir as the Elf started to stir and helped him sit up while canceling out the disillusionment. Haldir blinked at the bright morning light into the familiar face of the young blonde wizard and groaned when the pain went through his body as he tried to move. "Easy now, you took quite a blow earlier. If not for Siladhiel, you'd be dead." That perked the Elf Captain up.

"Siladhiel? Is she all right? Is she alive? Unharmed?" The fallen expression of the young wizard had Haldir paling. "Is she… Is she dead?"

Draco shook his head and sighed. "I do not know for sure if she is or not, Haldir. She was taken by the Dark Lord and his two right hands, Bellatrix and Ron. Where she is I can only guess, but she might be worse off than dead if you want my opinion. She saved your life and protected Legolas before she was taken. I couldn't stop them."

A sudden shadow brought both of them back to reality as an Uruk-hai raised his sword to bring down upon their heads but Draco quickly shot a spell that blasted the Orc away followed quickly by a killing curse. Lucius also canceled out the spell hiding him and set to work removing the thick rock covering Legolas. The battle was nearly over and it was clear they won. Soon the Elven Prince was revealed and Lucius held the tip of his wand against Legolas's chest above his heart and muttered the counter spell. A white light encased Legolas and the Elven Prince took a huge gasp of air into his lungs, coughing a bit. Lucius held a flask of water to his lips and Legolas took the offered drink, leaning against the wall when he finished. Legolas looked around and met eyes with Haldir who nodded in greeting. A battle cheer rang out as the orcs ran off into the trees knowing that they were defeated.

Draco frowned and looked at the others. "Um… Those trees weren't there before were they?" The others shook their heads in the negative making him scowl even more. They watched as the last Orc went into the trees and not long after the trees groaned and came alive causing all who watched to stare in both fear and wonder. Draco blinked and looked at the other three. "Well that is something you didn't see every day in the other world, Carnivorous Trees." The others chuckled while Aragorn along with Elrohir and Elladan rushed over to them pulling both elves into a hug one at a time.

"Am I glad to see you both alive and well, my friends. I am afraid I have some bad news. Siladhiel was taken and im certain it was to Isengard." Legolas paled and tried to stand on his own but he could not quite control his limbs yet. Lucius reached out and helped him up just as Théoden walked up, having heard Aragorn's comment.

"She wouldn't have been taken had she listened and not joined in the war." Several glares were sent to the king. Elladan put a restraining hand on Elrohir's shoulder to stop him from saying something that would be improper and disrespectful while he himself bit his own tongue as he glared at Théoden, but Draco stepped forward.

"You don't know her, My Lord. I grew up with her and though I was a complete bastard to her, I always noticed one thing. When her loved ones were in danger, she never sat back and let someone else fight for her. She would do it herself, not caring what would happen to her. She is a fighter, a lioness, and the best-damned duelist with magic I have ever seen. Few can go against that Dark Wizard that took her. Yet she did! If it were not for her many of your people would have died, Théoden King. Remember that. Now if you excuse us, I believe it is time we go retrieve her."

Everyone stood there stunned at Draco's words. Elladan and Elrohir looked at him with raised brows. They knew of the past he shared with Siladhiel and so were slightly surprised at him coming to her defense without hesitation. Lucius simply glanced at his son, having suspected the younger wizard had a crush on the witch. The others though were surprised that he had, in no uncertain terms, lectured the King. Théoden looked down and sighed, knowing the young wizard was right. He looked up and met the hard eyes of Legolas and flinched. "My apologies. You are right, lad." He looked up again as Gandalf came over to the group with Éomer and Boromir. Gimli came up beside Aragorn to stand by him and Legolas. The king nodded then looked towards Isengard. "Aye, let us go get her and make Saruman answer for his crimes."

Gimli looked around at everyone then shrugged. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Let us go on then!" Chuckles broke out through the group as they went off to find their horses. Within an hour, they were on their way to Isengard to confront Saruman.

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Siladhiel laid there on the bed, lost within herself. A loud echoing roar had caught the Death Eaters' attention but they continued with the torture. She pulled within herself so she would be cold, unfeeling to the torture they gave her. She did not even remember all that they did, just what it was. Torture. What finally drew them away was the sound of something attacking the tower. They left. The tower shook as boulders smashed against the strong stone of the building. Shuffling was heard coming into the room followed by the jingling of keys. Still Siladhiel stared off into space without a care. She could hear the trumpeting sounds of what seemed like battle cries. She felt the shackles be removed from her wrists and ankles then arms gently picked her up. Siladhiel felt rough material against her cheek and a stench caused her nose to instinctively wrinkle in dislike. She felt whoever it was carry her. She did not see where nor did she care what was being done to her now. Eventually she was laid out on something and the shuffling left. A door closed but she thought nothing of it even as water soon rushed into the room she was put. The water barely reached where she was and she turned her head to see her surroundings. She was in a storage room of sorts. Crates and chests filled the room. She closed her eyes.

Tom Riddle knew a lost cause by sight and called his Death Eaters to Apparate to Mordor. He quickly went back inside to gather his prize but stopped when he saw the room's door opened and the empty bed and chains beyond it. His green eyes narrowed and apparated on the spot. It seemed one of his death Eaters betrayed him. Gríma however stood in the shadows and watched the Dark Wizard leave then made his way up to where Saruman was. He had almost did not make it on time. The girl was gentle. To gentle to be tortured like he had no doubt she was. The screams still echoed within his mind. At least now shed be found and safe.

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Gandalf lead the group of horsemen consisting of Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli, Boromir, Haldir, Elrohir, Draco, Lucius, Théoden, and Éomer. They came up to a hill where in the distance the saw the angry red and darkened sky of Mordor. Gandalf stopped Shadowfax and spoke. "Sauron's wrath will be terrible, his retribution swift. "The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The Battle for Middle-Earth is about to begin. All our hopes now lie with two little Hobbits. Somewhere in the wilderness." Those that were a part of the fellowship shared looks with one another each one showing hope for Frodo and Sam, while the rest of the group watched on with worry about what was to come.

Gandalf moved forward leading the other down into Fangorn Forest as they drew closer to Isengard. As they got closer to the gates of Isengard, they heard laughing and chatter coming from up ahead. Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir, and Gimli sent each other similar grins, recognizing the laughter. When the riders finally broke through the trees. The sight before them had them either grinning in amusement or laughing outright. Two Hobbits sat on the wall eating their hearts out while smoking their pipes.

Merry perked up as he heard a horse's neigh and looked to the trees seeing the riders. Pippin spotted them as well and a wide grin took over his face. Merry stood up and greeted them "Welcome, my Lords… to Isengard!" The Fellowship shook their heads and grinned at the Hobbit's antics, while those that did not really know the two Hobbits watched in amusement.

Gimli saw what they were doing and sputtered a bit before speaking from his spot behind Legolas. "You young rascals! A merry chase you've led us on, and now we find you feasting and… and smoking!"

Pippin gave a grin to the dwarf as his hands gestured to the broken wall he sat on. "We are sitting on the field of victory, enjoying a few well-earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good." Marry stood by pippin smoking his pipe in a manner that emphasized the other Hobbit's words.

Gimli's expression changed to interest that slowly turned into a grin. "Salted pork?"

Gandalf rolled his eyes and huffed impatiently. "Hobbits."

Merry lifted his head in a proud way before pointing behind him towards the tower. "We're under orders from Treebeard, who's taken over management of Isengard." A chuckle sounded from by Aragorn and a voice spoke out, catching the two Hobbits' attention.

"It is quite a relief at seeing those two Halfling's again so lively considering the expressions they had when I last saw them. Expressions that has continued to haunt my dreams." Boromir nudged his horse towards the Hobbits who's expressions went from confused to joy as the man they thought dead came up to them. Merry launched himself at Boromir who caught him in a hug while also managing to stay on the horse's back.

"But... I do not understand. How? How did you survive? The arrows… we saw you get hit by three arrows and go down." The group watched as the two Hobbits were reunited with Boromir. The fellowship had known the two Hobbits and the man had grown close during their travels.

Boromir looked up at Pippin as the Hobbit asked the questions. "It was our stubborn Siladhiel. She refused to let me die."

At that, the two Hobbits brightened again. Merry looked up at Boromir then looked around at the group. "She is ok too? Where is she?" However, the smile left his face at seeing the worried expressions. He looked at Aragorn in question.

Aragorn moved his horse forward and helped pippin down from the wall and onto his horse. "That is partially why we are here. She was taken during the battle we had just fought and we believe she was brought here. I assume though you haven't seen her." The Hobbits shook their heads and Legolas looked at the ground before closing his eyes. Elrohir looked at the distraught expression on Legolas's face before he placed a hand on his friends shoulder and squeezed.

"We will find her, Legolas. I promise." Haldir spoke as he came up beside the other two elves. Legolas looked up at the tower and sighed. In his heart, she felt near but also distant and that made him worry all the more.

The two Hobbits were soon situated on the horses of Boromir an Aragorn and the group rode into the flooded courtyard of Isengard. A tall tree like being with a long mossy beard made his way to greet them speaking in a deep groan like voice that sounded a bit breathy. "Young master Gandalf, I'm glad you've come. Wood and water, stock and stone I can master, but there's a Wizard to manage here, locked in his tower."

The group was alert as their eyes scanned the area. Aragorn whispered to himself, telling Saruman to show himself. Gandalf heard and gave out a warning to the group. "Be careful; even in defeat Saruman is dangerous."

Gimli huffed and grumbled. "Then let's just have his head and be done with it."

Gandalf looked at him then shook his head. "No, we need him alive. We need him to talk." His words earned him some hostile looks from a few of the group but they understood why. A voice comes out from above causing the riders to look up. Saruman soon came into view, standing on the top of the tower. "You have fought many wars and slain many men Théoden King, and made peace afterwards." He paused then continued knowing he had gained the groups attention. "Can we not take council together, as we once did, my old friend? Can we not have peace, you and I?"

Théoden glared up at him, his horse shifted feeling its rider's agitation. How dare the man ask for peace after everything he had done? "We shall have peace." He paused to take a breath and reign in his anger. "We shall have peace. When you answer for the burning of the Westfold, and the children that lie dead there. We shall have peace, when the lives of the soldiers, whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the gates of the Hornburg, are avenged! When you hang from a gibbet for the sport of your own crows… we shall have peace."

Saruman narrowed his eyes at Théoden hearing his words then angrily responded. "Gibbets and crows? Dotard!" He then turned to Gandalf and sneered as he spoke to other Wizard. "What do you want Gandalf Greyhame? Let me guess. The key of Orthanc? Or perhaps the key of Barad-dûr itself, along with the crowns of the seven kings and the rods of the five wizards!"

Gandalf did not give Saruman the reaction he wanted, but instead spoke calmly. "Your treachery has already cost many lives. Thousands more are now at risk, but you could save them Saruman. You were deep in the enemy's council."

Realizing he had something to bargain with, Saruman grinned and bowed his head. "So you have come here for information. I have some for you." Saruman shuffled his robes then pulled out the Palantír that started to glow and looked at it intensely as he spoke. "Something festers in the heart of Middle-Earth. Something that you have failed to see. However, the Great Eye has seen it. Even now, he presses his advantage. His attack will come soon." Saruman looked back at Gandalf with a mad gleam in his eyes. Gandalf moves forward on Shadowfax as Saruman spoke again. "You're all going to die. But you know this don't you, Gandalf." Saruman turned his attention to Aragorn and sneered at him as if he were no more than the dirt on the ground. "You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the throne of Gondor. This exile, crept from the shadows, will never be crowned king." Aragorn sat on his horse proudly, unknowingly looking every bit of the king he was meant to be. The King Saruman was saying he would never become. Saruman then addressed the others of the group knowing his words were harsh. "Gandalf does not hesitate to sacrifice those closest to him, those he professes to love." He said the word love in a mocking tone. "Tell me, what words of comfort did you give the Halfling before you sent him to his doom?" Saruman watched as Gandalf sighed and closed his eyes, the intentional barb hitting home. Saruman smiled cruelly as he added salt to the wound. "The path that you have set him on can only lead to death."

The group glared up at Saruman. Gimli grunted in annoyance. "I've heard enough." He nudged Legolas in the side and muttered. "Shoot him. Stick an arrow in his gob." Legolas was furious and had no qualms in shooting the wizard, reaching back to grab an arrow but Gandalf stopped him. He shot Gandalf a glare but obeyed. Maybe Saruman knew about Siladhiel. If so, it would not do to kill him before finding out. Though he doubted the demented wizard would give that information to them if he had it.

Gandalf called back up to Saruman in a final plea. "Come down Saruman, and your life will be spared."

Saruman was now beyond any reasoning. Furiously he yelled out at Gandalf. "Save your pity and your mercy; I have no use for it!" Using his staff, Saruman shot a ball of fire at Gandalf who did nothing to block it. He was surrounded by the fire, the heat causing the others to back away and look on with worry. Soon the fire vanished leaving Gandalf and Shadowfax untouched. Saruman looked at Gandalf in a newfound fear at seeing this. Impossible, he thought.

Gandalf looked up at Saruman and spoke in a commanding tone that everyone around him felt. His voice was thick with commanding magic. "Saruman, your staff is broken." Saruman watched in horror as his staff shattered in his hand at the command of Gandalf, now fully realizing the power the once Grey Wizard had been granted upon his rebirth as Gandalf the White.

Gríma slowly approached from behind Saruman and looked down at the group, both worried but also relieved. They could get the Elven girl he had hidden from the Dark Wizards.

Théoden noticed Gríma standing with Saruman and called up to him, his tone gentle. "Gríma, you need not follow him. You were not always as you are now. You were once a man of Rohan! Come down."

Gríma's eyes widened having not expected his King to be so welcoming after his betrayal. He was relieved that he might have another chance. He bowed deeply to Théoden and turned to do as asked but Saruman's scoff stopped him.

"A man of Rohan? What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek and rats roll on the floor with the dogs? Victory at helms deep does not belong to you, Théoden, horse master! You are a lesser son of greater sires." Gríma looked between Saruman and Théoden as if trying to decide what to do. He wanted a second chance but he knew Saruman would forever have a hold over him.

Théoden sighed then called up again, ignoring Saruman's attempt to get a rise from him with the insult. "Gríma, come down. Be free of him."

Saruman laughed at Théoden's words and sneered. "Free? He will never be free."

Having heard enough Gríma looked at Saruman and lifted his head proudly. His King had forgiven him. Yes, he would have to answer for the betrayal he did but his King was fair and just. Saruman looked back at Gríma as the man said a single word as he stood up to the wizard. "No."

Saruman's face grew cold as he struck out and slapped the other man with enough force to knock him down. "Get down, cur!"

Gríma cried out then glared at Saruman before speaking out loudly. "The girl, the Elven girl that traveled with the group. She is here but hidden within a storeroom. I hid her from the Dark Wizards." He had made his decision and reached into his robes taking hold of a dagger. Saruman was right he would never be free. Not while Saruman lived.

Several intakes of breaths came from several in the group. Gríma had risked a lot just then to tell them about Siladhiel with Saruman right there with him, and they knew it. Elrohir and Legolas made a move to go search but Gandalf stopped them with a raised hand before calling back up to the wizard who had once been his friend while ignoring the hostile glare sent to him by the two elves. "Saruman, you were deep in the enemy's council. Tell us what you know."

"You withdraw your guard, and I will tell you where your doom will be decided. I will not be held prisoner here." The group below watched as Gríma rushed at Saruman and repeatedly stabbed the wizard in the back before an arrow shot by Haldir stopped him. Gríma fell backwards onto his back. He knew he would never have a second chance and be free of Saruman. That was his choice. End Saruman and fully be free, even if it meant his life. Saruman tumbled over the edge of the tower falling until he landed on a large spoke on a wheel below the tower. The two Hobbits hid their faces while the others looked on in shock at what they had just seen. They watched as the wheel started to turn, Saruman's body soon going under the water. Draco, Elrohir, and Legolas quickly left the group to go in search of Siladhiel. Gandalf watched them go as he spoke to the others. "Send word to all our allies, and to every corner of Middle-Earth that still stands free. The enemy moves against us. We need to know where he will strike."

Treebeard had been standing aside watching and listening. He moved back towards to group as he spoke. "The filth of Saruman has washed away. Trees will come back to live here. Young trees, wild trees." Pippin sat with Aragorn on his horse listening until something in the water caught his eyes. He jumps off the horse and makes his way over to the glowing Palantír that had fallen from Saruman when he fell, ignoring Aragorn calling to him. He reached into the water and took hold of it then looked at it with curiosity. It seemed to draw him in, captivating him. "Bless my bark!" Treebeard did not know what to think of the object in Pippin's hand but Gandalf quickly rode up beside the Hobbit knowing the danger the Palantír could bring and did not want it in the hands of anyone but himself.

He called to Pippin as he reached out his hand towards him. "Peregrin Took, I'll take that, my lad. Quickly now!" With obvious reluctance, Pippin gave the orb to Gandalf and looked away. Gandalf did not like the expression the young Hobbit had on his face and worried that the lad would likely do something. He hopped not, but Pippin was after all a Took. "Now let us catch up with the others in search for Siladhiel. I fear for her as I fear for Legolas." The group nodded and started to spread out in search of the storeroom Gríma had mentioned. Aragorn came up to Pippin and helped him back up onto the horse where he rode off to find his friend.

Draco had pulled out his wand and had casted the spell that would allow his wand to guide him to Siladhiel. Legolas and Elrohir followed behind him. Gimli sat quietly behind Legolas worried for the Elven lass that he had grown to care about. Finally, Draco stopped before a door that was locked from the outside. The building itself was attached to the tower and told them that there was another entrance from within the tower. Draco dismounted and with a wave of his wand the lock fell off and he pushed the door in. Legolas brushed past him and into the room stopping dead in his tracks as he set eyes on the figure lying on a stack of sacks. Elrohir's gasp told him that he had seen his sister's state and felt for him. Draco was last to come in and the second he saw Siladhiel he sucked in a breath. "Merlin, what have those bastards done…"

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Merry Christmas to all my wonderful Readers and Followers. I hope that you all have a wonderful Christmas and a fantastic New Years! ~Edhelwen