A/N: Didn't I say I'd have chapter four out soon? ^_^
I wrote this before reviews for chapter 3 came in so I'm just going to say thanks for reviewing.
This is the second last chapter before part two, yippee.
Disclaimer: Not Mine, Never Will Be.
The Harry Potter Ring Series: Part One, Harry Potter and the Fellowship of the Ring
Chapter Four: The Mirror of Galadriel, Farewell to Lorien and the Great River
Haldir led the eight companions through the woods, past exquisite Elvin houses and buildings, to a place at the bottom of a flight of stairs.
Celeborn and Galadriel appear at the top of the steps, surrounded by an ethereal light.
They walked hand in hand down the steps and paused at the bottom. Celeborn began to speak, his beautiful voice echoing through the area.
"Eight that there are here, yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him."
Galadriel looked mysteriously at Aragorn and parted her pale lips to speak, "He has fallen into Shadow. The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail to the ruin of all."
She shifted her gaze towards Boromir, a strange expression on her face, "Yet hope remains while the Company is true."
She looked over at Hermione, and discreetly winked, as if she knew a hidden secret, "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight, you will sleep in peace..."
Draco suddenly heard Galadriel's voice in his head once again, "Welcome, Draco Malfoy of Hogwarts, one who has seen the Eye!"
Draco's eyes widened as he stared in shock at the beautiful woman. She merely smiled innocently.
A weak smile crossed Legolas's face. "A lament for Gandalf." He whispered softly, unaware that Harry and Ron were standing next to him.
"What do they say about him?" Harry asked, looking up into the eyes of the tall elf.
"I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near." Legolas smiled softly and patted him on the shoulder.
Aragorn rested a hand on Boromir's shoulder. "Take some rest. These borders are well protected."
Boromir smirked up at Aragorn. "I will find no rest here. I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me, "Even now there is hope left." But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope." Aragorn sat beside him as he continued, "My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And then our... our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I, I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored. Have you ever seen it, Aragorn? The white tower of Ecthelion. Glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. Its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?"
Aragorn looked deep into the man's eyes, "I have seen the White City. Long ago."
Boromir nodded, "One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guard shall take up the call: "The Lords of Gondor have returned."" His voice filled with pride as he spoke of his home.
Draco left Hermione's side as he saw Galadriel walking somewhere. He followed quietly, giving Hermione a reassuring glance.
He watched as she filled a basin with water on a stone table. "Will you look into the mirror?" Her mysterious voice called to him. He nodded.
"What will I see?" He asked curiously, nervous at the same time.
She smiled, "Even the wisest cannot tell. For the mirror shows many things. Things that were, things that are, and some things that have not yet come to pass."
He moved to look deep within the still waters of the basin.
What he saw shocked him to a great degree. He saw the backs of Legolas, Harry and Ron, they all looked sad and grave. He saw a town that he could only guess was Hobbiton engulfed in flames and plagued by Orcs. He saw Hogwarts castle, meeting the same fate as the Shire. He gasped and the image seemed spilt between the wizarding world and that of the Shire, Hermione, and other hobbits and wizards were all chained together, being severely tortured.
The eye of Sauron replaces these images suddenly. Draco could feel the ring moving towards it. He grabbed it away from the surface of the mirror and he fell backwards to the ground.
Galadriel didn't move to help him, but her mesmerizing voice spoke once again. "I know what it was that you saw. For it is also in my mind."
Her voice filled his head again. "It is what will come to pass if you should fail. The Fellowship is breaking. It has already begun. He will try to take the Ring. You know of whom I speak. One by one it will destroy them all."
Draco nodded weakly, he held the ring in his hand, "If you ask it of me, I will give you the One Ring." He held it towards her.
Galadriel looked shocked and moved slowly towards him, her hand outstretched to take the golden circle of evil from him, "You offer it to me freely. I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this." Suddenly she stopped, and her peaceful look turned into a demonic one, "In the place of a Dark Lord, you would have a QUEEN! NOT DARK, BUT BEAUTIFUL AND TERRIBLE AS THE DAWN! TREACHEROUS AS THE SEA! STRONGER THAN THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE EARTH! ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR."
She returned to normal and staggered slightly. "I pass the test. I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel."
Draco returned the ring around his neck, "I cannot do this alone."
She smiled weakly at him, "You are a Ring-bearer, Draco. To bear a Ring of Power is to be alone. This task was appointed to you. And if you do not find a way, no one will."
"But it wasn't appointed to me! You know that! I shouldn't be here! Hermione.Ron, Harry, they shouldn't be here either. We don't belong here! We shouldn't be here in middle-earth. This is not our place, this is not our world!" He cried out, one small tear slipping down his face.
Galadriel bent down towards him, "Draco, I know all of this. But for whatever reason, greater than you or I, you are here. All of you. I feel in my heart that you know how this story will play out, somehow. And I know that if you alter decisions made in our real reality, then you shall fail. And the world of middle earth will fall to doom and destruction. As will your world of Hogwarts. Draco.Like it or not, this task was appointed to you the moment you took over Frodo Baggins' reality."
"Then I know what I must do. It's just, I'm afraid to do it." Draco said weakly, realizing what he had to do, even though it meant leaving everything he had come to love.
"Even the smallest person can change the course of the future, or keep it the way it should have been."
Draco nodded and left the company of the beautiful lady of the wood.
~~*~~*~~*~~
Saruman was talking to a newly formed Uruk-Hai. "Do you know how the Orcs first came into being? They were Elves once. Taken by the Dark Powers, tortured, and mutilated. A ruined, and terrible form of life. And now, perfected. My fighting Uruk-hai. Whom do you serve?"
Lurtz stood at attention and responded, "Saruman!"
An evil smile crept across the evil, white wizard's face.
Many Orcs and Uruk-Hai were putting on armour and gathering weapons as Saruman walked amongst them.
"Hunt them down! Do not stop until they are found. You do not know pain you do not know fear. You will taste man flesh!"
Saruman turned to Lurtz, "One of the Halflings carries something of great value. Bring them to me alive and unspoilt. Kill the others." He nodded.
The evil creatures give a war cry and race from the caverns of Isengard.
~~*~~*~~*~~
Galadriel stood next to Draco and handed him a strange object, "Farewell, Draco Malfoy. I give you the light of Earendil, our most beloved star. Namarie." Draco smiled and nodded, accepting the beautiful gift.
Hermione whispered quietly to him when he came towards her with a confused expression on his face, "Namarie means Farewell." He nodded and fell silent.
He hadn't told Hermione of what he had seen, the destruction of the place they loved above all else. And of the grave he had seen briefly before the image changed. A tombstone bearing the inscription..."
"Albus Dumbledore, A great man, even in death. Could he have survived had the four saviors not left? 1901-2003"
He shook away the memory; he knew what to do to prevent that from ever happening.
He sat down with Hermione in front of him, his arms around her, and Aragorn rowing behind them. Galadriel waved from the shore, and her voice sounded in his head once again. "May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out."
~~*~~*~~*~~
Hermione had turned around sometime during the journey and was talking softly to Draco. "Uhm, Draco.what happened back there? After we escaped from Moria. What was that?"
He sighed and ran his fingers through her beautiful soft hair. "I know that it wasn't just the heat of the moment, if that's what you think. I know that its something that I've wanted to do for a long time, but I was never sure if you wanted me to."
Hermione smiled and leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss. She pulled away and smiled shyly up at him, "Is that answer enough for you?"
Draco nodded and pulled her back for another kiss.
Aragorn cleared his throat and they jumped apart, Hermione returning to her original position, her cheeks crimson. Draco laughed nervously, "Urhm, Sorry, we kind of forgot anyone was."
Aragorn waved away his words and laughed.
The sounds of running orcs and Uruk-Hai filled the air. Legolas looked over at Aragorn and met his gaze. They were now going to be more cautious, but they knew they were far away still.
They rowed on for a while. Aragorn looked up. "Draco, Hermione. The Argornath. Long have I desired to look upon the Kings of old. My kin."
Hermione and Draco smiled, and looked in awe at the beautiful statues. Draco's arms were wrapped around Hermione, her arms around his. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled as he gently kissed her cheek.
She leaned against him and sighed, hoping that this moment would last forever, and yet she had a feeling that very soon, everything was going to change.
~~*~~*~~*~~
A/N: Phew, another chapter done. One more to go, yippee! The next one will probably be really long. I can't wait to start writing the Two Towers. It will be so fun, its my favorite so far. *Big smile*
Review even if you didn't like it ok?
~*~Emma~*~
I wrote this before reviews for chapter 3 came in so I'm just going to say thanks for reviewing.
This is the second last chapter before part two, yippee.
Disclaimer: Not Mine, Never Will Be.
The Harry Potter Ring Series: Part One, Harry Potter and the Fellowship of the Ring
Chapter Four: The Mirror of Galadriel, Farewell to Lorien and the Great River
Haldir led the eight companions through the woods, past exquisite Elvin houses and buildings, to a place at the bottom of a flight of stairs.
Celeborn and Galadriel appear at the top of the steps, surrounded by an ethereal light.
They walked hand in hand down the steps and paused at the bottom. Celeborn began to speak, his beautiful voice echoing through the area.
"Eight that there are here, yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him."
Galadriel looked mysteriously at Aragorn and parted her pale lips to speak, "He has fallen into Shadow. The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail to the ruin of all."
She shifted her gaze towards Boromir, a strange expression on her face, "Yet hope remains while the Company is true."
She looked over at Hermione, and discreetly winked, as if she knew a hidden secret, "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight, you will sleep in peace..."
Draco suddenly heard Galadriel's voice in his head once again, "Welcome, Draco Malfoy of Hogwarts, one who has seen the Eye!"
Draco's eyes widened as he stared in shock at the beautiful woman. She merely smiled innocently.
A weak smile crossed Legolas's face. "A lament for Gandalf." He whispered softly, unaware that Harry and Ron were standing next to him.
"What do they say about him?" Harry asked, looking up into the eyes of the tall elf.
"I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near." Legolas smiled softly and patted him on the shoulder.
Aragorn rested a hand on Boromir's shoulder. "Take some rest. These borders are well protected."
Boromir smirked up at Aragorn. "I will find no rest here. I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me, "Even now there is hope left." But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope." Aragorn sat beside him as he continued, "My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And then our... our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I, I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored. Have you ever seen it, Aragorn? The white tower of Ecthelion. Glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. Its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?"
Aragorn looked deep into the man's eyes, "I have seen the White City. Long ago."
Boromir nodded, "One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guard shall take up the call: "The Lords of Gondor have returned."" His voice filled with pride as he spoke of his home.
Draco left Hermione's side as he saw Galadriel walking somewhere. He followed quietly, giving Hermione a reassuring glance.
He watched as she filled a basin with water on a stone table. "Will you look into the mirror?" Her mysterious voice called to him. He nodded.
"What will I see?" He asked curiously, nervous at the same time.
She smiled, "Even the wisest cannot tell. For the mirror shows many things. Things that were, things that are, and some things that have not yet come to pass."
He moved to look deep within the still waters of the basin.
What he saw shocked him to a great degree. He saw the backs of Legolas, Harry and Ron, they all looked sad and grave. He saw a town that he could only guess was Hobbiton engulfed in flames and plagued by Orcs. He saw Hogwarts castle, meeting the same fate as the Shire. He gasped and the image seemed spilt between the wizarding world and that of the Shire, Hermione, and other hobbits and wizards were all chained together, being severely tortured.
The eye of Sauron replaces these images suddenly. Draco could feel the ring moving towards it. He grabbed it away from the surface of the mirror and he fell backwards to the ground.
Galadriel didn't move to help him, but her mesmerizing voice spoke once again. "I know what it was that you saw. For it is also in my mind."
Her voice filled his head again. "It is what will come to pass if you should fail. The Fellowship is breaking. It has already begun. He will try to take the Ring. You know of whom I speak. One by one it will destroy them all."
Draco nodded weakly, he held the ring in his hand, "If you ask it of me, I will give you the One Ring." He held it towards her.
Galadriel looked shocked and moved slowly towards him, her hand outstretched to take the golden circle of evil from him, "You offer it to me freely. I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this." Suddenly she stopped, and her peaceful look turned into a demonic one, "In the place of a Dark Lord, you would have a QUEEN! NOT DARK, BUT BEAUTIFUL AND TERRIBLE AS THE DAWN! TREACHEROUS AS THE SEA! STRONGER THAN THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE EARTH! ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR."
She returned to normal and staggered slightly. "I pass the test. I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel."
Draco returned the ring around his neck, "I cannot do this alone."
She smiled weakly at him, "You are a Ring-bearer, Draco. To bear a Ring of Power is to be alone. This task was appointed to you. And if you do not find a way, no one will."
"But it wasn't appointed to me! You know that! I shouldn't be here! Hermione.Ron, Harry, they shouldn't be here either. We don't belong here! We shouldn't be here in middle-earth. This is not our place, this is not our world!" He cried out, one small tear slipping down his face.
Galadriel bent down towards him, "Draco, I know all of this. But for whatever reason, greater than you or I, you are here. All of you. I feel in my heart that you know how this story will play out, somehow. And I know that if you alter decisions made in our real reality, then you shall fail. And the world of middle earth will fall to doom and destruction. As will your world of Hogwarts. Draco.Like it or not, this task was appointed to you the moment you took over Frodo Baggins' reality."
"Then I know what I must do. It's just, I'm afraid to do it." Draco said weakly, realizing what he had to do, even though it meant leaving everything he had come to love.
"Even the smallest person can change the course of the future, or keep it the way it should have been."
Draco nodded and left the company of the beautiful lady of the wood.
~~*~~*~~*~~
Saruman was talking to a newly formed Uruk-Hai. "Do you know how the Orcs first came into being? They were Elves once. Taken by the Dark Powers, tortured, and mutilated. A ruined, and terrible form of life. And now, perfected. My fighting Uruk-hai. Whom do you serve?"
Lurtz stood at attention and responded, "Saruman!"
An evil smile crept across the evil, white wizard's face.
Many Orcs and Uruk-Hai were putting on armour and gathering weapons as Saruman walked amongst them.
"Hunt them down! Do not stop until they are found. You do not know pain you do not know fear. You will taste man flesh!"
Saruman turned to Lurtz, "One of the Halflings carries something of great value. Bring them to me alive and unspoilt. Kill the others." He nodded.
The evil creatures give a war cry and race from the caverns of Isengard.
~~*~~*~~*~~
Galadriel stood next to Draco and handed him a strange object, "Farewell, Draco Malfoy. I give you the light of Earendil, our most beloved star. Namarie." Draco smiled and nodded, accepting the beautiful gift.
Hermione whispered quietly to him when he came towards her with a confused expression on his face, "Namarie means Farewell." He nodded and fell silent.
He hadn't told Hermione of what he had seen, the destruction of the place they loved above all else. And of the grave he had seen briefly before the image changed. A tombstone bearing the inscription..."
"Albus Dumbledore, A great man, even in death. Could he have survived had the four saviors not left? 1901-2003"
He shook away the memory; he knew what to do to prevent that from ever happening.
He sat down with Hermione in front of him, his arms around her, and Aragorn rowing behind them. Galadriel waved from the shore, and her voice sounded in his head once again. "May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out."
~~*~~*~~*~~
Hermione had turned around sometime during the journey and was talking softly to Draco. "Uhm, Draco.what happened back there? After we escaped from Moria. What was that?"
He sighed and ran his fingers through her beautiful soft hair. "I know that it wasn't just the heat of the moment, if that's what you think. I know that its something that I've wanted to do for a long time, but I was never sure if you wanted me to."
Hermione smiled and leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss. She pulled away and smiled shyly up at him, "Is that answer enough for you?"
Draco nodded and pulled her back for another kiss.
Aragorn cleared his throat and they jumped apart, Hermione returning to her original position, her cheeks crimson. Draco laughed nervously, "Urhm, Sorry, we kind of forgot anyone was."
Aragorn waved away his words and laughed.
The sounds of running orcs and Uruk-Hai filled the air. Legolas looked over at Aragorn and met his gaze. They were now going to be more cautious, but they knew they were far away still.
They rowed on for a while. Aragorn looked up. "Draco, Hermione. The Argornath. Long have I desired to look upon the Kings of old. My kin."
Hermione and Draco smiled, and looked in awe at the beautiful statues. Draco's arms were wrapped around Hermione, her arms around his. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled as he gently kissed her cheek.
She leaned against him and sighed, hoping that this moment would last forever, and yet she had a feeling that very soon, everything was going to change.
~~*~~*~~*~~
A/N: Phew, another chapter done. One more to go, yippee! The next one will probably be really long. I can't wait to start writing the Two Towers. It will be so fun, its my favorite so far. *Big smile*
Review even if you didn't like it ok?
~*~Emma~*~