A/N: and we have chapter three! I just can't stop writing these. I should add another problem to the list. 1) Love Legolas endlessly, 2) can't stop writing these fics.
It was Sunday morning when they got the letter. Harry, Ron and the rest of their company were sitting at the Gryffindor table looking quite depressed when the mail came. Hundreds of owls flew into the Great Hall, dropping numerous letters and packages onto plates, yet nothing came from Hermione. It wasn't until after the owls had gone that they heard something. It was a strange voice on the air; not foul but pleasant and beautiful. It was a song of some sort, slow and calm and in a tongue that they had not heard before. The entire hall looked up, abandoning there own letters and meals to see where the song was coming from, yet there seemed to be no source. The voice then stopped, a lovely instrumental melody playing before it picked up again, just as beautiful as before. As the voice came back, the flapping of wings was heard and a single white dove, rather large for the species, flew into the hall. It flew towards Harry and Ron, a single beam of white landing on Harry's outstretched arm. The dove stuck out its right leg, a letter attached to the pinkish claw, and cooed for Harry to take it. Once the letter was released, the dove took off and flew out the way it came, its stay as brief as moonlight.
Harry un-rolled the parchment and found that it was too small to have a proper letter written on it, but there were two words. 'Tap me'. Harry complied, tapping it with the tip of his wand, and the parchment enlarged, words and phrases appearing to the paper to form the letter. After it had stopped growing, Harry scanned down the page to see who it was from; and found Hermione's name written on the bottom.
"It's from Hermione!" he cried; just load enough to grab the attention of Ron and the others.
"Well, read it out." Said Seamus, leaning over the table to try and get a better look.
"Dear Harry, Ron and whomever else may be reading this," it started, "As you know, I have left Hogwarts, Earth for that matter, to my home Middle-Earth. I have gone because of the need for my skills, my longing to be home, and a threat that must be dealt with.
"This threat is similar to the one you face in the wizarding world, but is much more severe. You have most likely read about Sauron the Deceiver, the ring of power and of Middle-Earth from the book Dumbledore gave you, but that only holds the past. The future is why I have come here; the future is why you must not.
"I will not tell you anything else, save that I wish you not to worry. This is your last year at this fair school and I wish you make the best of it. Have fun, eat, drink and be merry and do not worry for I will return. I will send word when I can, but do not reply.
"All my love, Hermione."
Harry looked up from the letter, looking at his friends with wide, almost tearful eyes. It was true, she was an elf and she was in Middle-Earth. She was with the people they had read about, she lived, walked and fought on this land. She was away from them, and she didn't want them to come to her. As much as she loved them and as much as they loved her, she did not want them in her world. She wanted to do this on her own.
All around him, Harry saw the others with tears in their eyes. Large, salty drops of water were running down each face, and it took a matter of minutes for him to realize that he too was crying. All eyes were red, their pupils milky, and from behind them there came a sadistic drawl that disturbed the peaceful moment. The cold, cruel voice laughed at them, making fun of the pain that they were enduring.
"What's the matter Potter, realised that your life truly isn't worth living?" asked Draco Malfoy, his usual sneer planted on his pale face.
"Sod off Malfoy. We're in no mood." Said Harry, his teeth clenched tightly in his jaw.
"Hm, seems the Muddblood's gone from your little group. Please tell me she wised up and left the school." Said Malfoy, his arms crossed and a semi-hopeful look on his face.
"Trust me Malfoy, you would not want to be where she is." Said Ron, his anger steadily rising.
"Your right, I wouldn't. Who would want to be in the pitiful muggle world anyway? All they are is weak, and your friend's just the same." He said, his tone getting colder if that were possible.
It was those words that pushed Ron and Harry over the edge, sending them lunging at Malfoy with their fists raised. Both managed to land a couple punches, Ron to his eye and Harry to his shoulder, but they were soon pulled back by Seamus, Dean and the rest of the company. Malfoy looked at them like they had gone mad, his eye blackening. Both boys strained against their restraints, wanting to hurt him even more than they had just did. The hall was looking at them, professors ready to step in at any time and students straining to get a good look at what was going on.
"Don't you ever call Hermione weak! She is the strongest person you have ever seen, and she is in worse shape than we are!" cried Harry, his eyes blazing. "She is facing god knows what in some world that we haven't even heard of and you want to pick a fight with us! Big mistake!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Malfoy, a confused look planted on his pale face.
Before the boys could answer, the voice of the headmaster stepped in. He did not want anyone but the small group of Gryffindors to know of her disappearance and the truth behind it. "That is enough gentleman. Mr. Malfoy, please go to the Hospital Wing and Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, please join me in my office."
As Malfoy left the hall and the two boys followed, they knew that they had made a large mistake in releasing even that small amount of information to Malfoy. He should never had said the things he did, but their words now caused suspicion from each student and staff member. Not one had been informed yet of Hermione's disappearance, not even McGonagall who was the deputy-headmistress, but they would all figure it out sooner or later. The students would undoubtedly come up with their own conclusions of why she was gone, a sick relative or capture by Death Eaters, but none would come close to the truth. They had to be extra careful.
*
Hermione watched as the dove flew off into the sky, disappearing as it neared the bright sun. She hoped that this letter would ease her friend's minds about her, but she was doubtful. They would worry about her anyways, even if she told them about the war or not. She new it was a mistake to give them that hint, but she had to tell them something or they would not believe her. She had to say something, anything, to make her leaving easier.
She turned around, walking down the stairs to the main hall where Théoden was sitting on his chair. Aragorn and Gimli were sitting at a table, eating and smoking from a large pipe while Legolas stood. Eowyn stood near by, bringing another plate of bread over to the table. As she made her way over to Legolas, Hermione heard Aragorn, Gandalf and Théoden arguing over something, what to do about the recent Orc attack.
"Sauron's forces have begun their attack." Said Gandalf, whom was sitting in a chair near Théoden. "He is using Saruman to destroy your people."
"When the attack came they were unarmed. They had no warning." Said Eowyn, whom had gotten this news from her brother before he had left Rohan.
"This is but a taste of the terror that Saruman will unleash. We must fight." Said Gandalf.
"I will not risk open war." Said Théoden, looking at Gandalf with a stern gaze.
"Open war is upon you, weather you would risk it or not." Replied Aragorn, returning the gaze of the king.
"Last time I checked, Théoden not Aragorn was king of Rohan." Said Théoden, his voice steely. "I will decide what is right."
"Send riders out, Eomer will surely come if his king calls." Said Aragorn. "You must fight to save your people."
"Eomer will be a thousand leagues off by now." Said Théoden, standing and walking forward a little.
"Then what do your propose?" asked Gandalf.
"We will empty the city and flee to the safety of Helms Deep. The Hornburg has never failed to protect us and it will not fail again. I will not have my people slaughtered." Said Théoden.
Hermione looked around her; her father showed no emotion to the choice of action, Gimli seemed quite content with both his full stomach and the decision. Legolas didn't show any concern to the choice of action, but it was Gandalf who seemed to not agree with it. He was hiding his disappointment quite well, but Hermione could see that he did not like Théoden's choice for his people.
Hama was sent out to deliver the news to the citizens and Théoden left to get ready to depart. Hermione and the rest of the group went to get their weapons and horses, but Gandalf seemed to have another plan. As they entered the stables he began to give out instructions to Aragorn, mounting Shadowfax as he did so. As he got comfortable on the horse, he gave a final instruction before riding off into the day and out of the city. Once settled on their respective horses, Gimli on the back of Legolas' horse Arod, they rode out to meet Théoden as he left the city. They saw many people carrying sacks of possessions, food and clothes. Horses were laden with things the people could not carry and carts housed those who were not well enough or strong enough to walk the distance to the Hornburg. Théoden and his men rode in front; keeping watch, while Aragorn, Legolas and Hermione rode somewhat behind. It was to be a long, hard journey to Helms Deep.
It had taken many long days to ride to the Hornburg, slow and tiresome was this journey and many were to exhaust to go much further. It was but a few miles away from safety when it was spotted. Two men had gone ahead to scout when there came a scream and the sound of a ferocious growl. Legolas, who had gone ahead, began to fire arrows at the large Warg that carried the Orc, finally managing to kill it with a few shots and a slice of his long knife. Hermione rode ahead of Théoden and his men to see the dead creature and Legolas moving towards the cliff that lied near by.
"A scout!" he cried, fixing an arrow in his bow.
Hermione mumbled a 'sonorous' spell and called to the others. "We're under attack!"
Aragorn mounted Hasufel and rode towards her, Théoden and his men not far behind. Hermione drew her sword and prepared to fight, seeing far off in the distance a mass of Orcs and Wargs. Legolas stopped firing arrows as soon as they neared, and pulled himself up onto the horse in front of Gimli. It was not long until the attack began. Hermione found herself using her sword more than her wand, as it seemed most effective in disposing of the beasts, and she succeeded in killing many Orcs. The battle raged on, the villagers that could not fight being lead to Helms Deep by Eowyn, and many lives were lost in the fight. Hermione drew out her knife and flung it at the back of one of the Orcs that a man was having trouble with. She speared another with her sword and drew out her wand to fire a 'stupefy' spell at two more. This gave others a chance to kill the confused Orcs, who hadn't a clue as to what was going on around them. As she fought, she watched out for her companions, making sure that none were in trouble, but as far as she could see, none were.
It took a while until the last Orc and Warg was killed, and by then all were thoroughly exhausted. Hermione dismounted Anya and walked around to fetch her knife. It wasn't until she heard Gimli's voice calling for her father that she started to worry.
"Aragorn!" he called.
"Aragorn!" called Legolas, worry in his voice.
"Ada!" called Hermione running to Legolas' side.
There was cruel laughter heard, from over near the cliff, and it came from a dying Orc. He was holding his chest and sniggering to himself.
"Where is he?" asked Legolas.
"Tell us now and I will ease your suffering." Said Gimli, putting the blade of his axe to the Orcs throat.
"He took a little tumble off the cliff." Laughed the Orc, coughing as he did.
"You lie." Said Legolas, grabbing the Orc by the scruff of his collar.
As the Orc took it's last breath, Legolas saw a glimmer of something in his hand and pried it open to find the shimmering Evenstar, covered in a thick black blood. Hermione looked into his hand, just as the other let go of the orc's collar, and gazed at her mother's jewel. It was her prized possession and she had given it to Aragorn before he and the rest of the Fellowship left for the road. He had never taken it off.
Théoden stood by the cliff, looking over into the water and rock below. He sighed heavily and looked at the trio with a heavy heart. Hermione, Gimli and Legolas walked over to the cliff and looked over, leaving the dead Orc in his place. They looked over and saw the water rushing over sharp rocks and the endless mass of brown rock making the narrow chasm. Hermione heard the rumbling off the water in her ears, pounding the truth of her fathers demise into her head. She sank to her knees, watching as her vision blurred and she saw runny landscape and sky.
"He can not have departed from us so easily." Mumbled Hermione, salt tears falling down her pale cheeks.
"Get the wounded on horses. Leave the dead." Said Théoden, turning to go.
"He could still be alive! We should wait!" Said Hermione hatred burning in her eyes as she looked upon the king.
"I'm sorry for your loss, but we must leave quickly." Said Théoden, walking away towards his horse.
Legolas put his arm around her and slowly pulled her up off the ground away from the cliff and towards the horses. He pocketed the necklace, making sure not to lose it, and kissed the side of her head as they near Anya. Hermione whipped away her tears and mounted Anya, taking the reins in her hands. As they rode off to meet the others at Helms Deep, Hermione couldn't help but wonder if somehow she could have prevented this. That she might have been able to save her father with some sort of spell or charm. That he would be here if she had been more observant, and less set on disposing of one orc after another. She wondered if all this fighting was worth it, worth losing a loved one. She looked over at Legolas and Gimli, finding their heads hanging and their expressions sad. Hermione looked away as she felt more tears forming in her eyes and looked ahead towards the direction of Helms Deep.
It was a matter of hours before they reached the massive fortress known as Helms Deep. Hermione had never seen it in person, however she had read about Rohans protection in a book in her grandfather's library. It was very fascinating, the walls impenetrable and high so as to make for a harder attack for enemies. There were large spaces to have hidden forces behind the walls out of sight, so as to surprise the attack force with arrows or spears. For civilians, women, children and those who were too old or ill to fight, there were caves going deep into the backside of the mountain where food was stored. There was enough room in those caves to fit the city comfortably while they waited for battles to be fought and for Rohan to come out the victor. There was only one area in the Hornburg that could possibly be used to get through, however unlikely, and that was a grate at the base of one of the walls that was little more than a drain.
Théoden led the group up the ramp leading into the fortress, and the massive doors were opened upon his command. A space had been cleared for the horses near the entrance, and once everyone was in the doors were closed and riders dismounted their horses. Once Hermione was off Anya, she followed some others to put the horses away, taking a glance at Gimli as he walked towards Eowyn, whom he had befriended, to tell her of Aragorn's departure. It seemed that the young Lady of Rohan had taken a liking to Hermione's father, and seemed curious as to his whereabouts. It didn't take long before she saw a tear drip down Eowyn's cheek and to see her depart from the main entrance hall. Hermione kept her head down after that.
Once Anya was put away, Hermione went to stand with Legolas as he was keeping watch over the doors where Théoden dwelt. She stood still when she came to him, close to his side without making so much as a sound. She just wanted to be near him, just being close was enough. She didn't want to brake down again, all she wanted to do was do her job and get it over with. She just wanted to help win this war and end the death and destruction. She just wanted to see peace.
"Cormamin niuve ele lle." Said Legolas, his voice low and soft.
"Ro'ba." Said Hermione, in a slight state of shock.
"Lle il anta de estela,"
"Mankoi nai ro tuca'oar tuulo'sina palurin?" She asked, for she needed him here in this one.
"I'men en' i Valar n'ataya, nan'sina i men en'nat." An uncomfortable silence followed.
"Amin angayassë ho," said Hermione, tears forming in her eyes and spilling over to fall down her pale cheeks.
Legolas pulled her into a hug, letting her cry into his chest. He whispered to her, his cheek resting on the top of her head lightly. He kissed her forehead and even shed a few tears of his own. As they stood together, Hermione's tears now falling silently, Eowyn came towards them and began helping some villagers with their things. She didn't look upon the couple but once, as she wondered what tie Hermione had with the late Aragorn.
Hermione wept for many minutes and Legolas' shirt and tunic were toughly soaked with her salty tears. When she looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy, he only smiled and kissed her cheeks and eyes. His lips were soft on her face and she laughed when he kissed her nose. He kept his arm around her, and they stood guard together for many hours, wondering what was going on behind the closed doors.
*
It had been many hours since they had arrived, and Théoden had never left his room. No one had come to call on him and Gimli seemed to be elsewhere. Eowyn helped around the fortress and came back every now and then to see if her uncle had come out of his room. Legolas and Hermione were now standing, once again, in silence. They had discussed all they could without any mention of Aragorn, but now it seemed unavoidable. All of a sudden, there was a commotion heard on the lower level. The gate had been raised and the sound of voices drifted up, confused and questioning. As Hermione listened, she heard Gimli's low voice rise up above the others; and it was joyful. There was silence and the soft tread of footsteps was heard coming up the stairs and towards the door. From around the corner, weary with travel and battle, came Aragorn. His cloak billowed about him and he smiled upon seeing the pair. Hermione's eyes grew wide upon seeing him and she ran toward him and embraced him firmly.
"I knew you had not fallen. I knew it," she said, crying with joy.
"I would never leave you like that." He said, pulling her close.
As they broke their embrace, they walked over to Legolas, who held the Evenstar in his hand delicately and he smiled upon seeing his friend. "Le ab-dollen." He said jokingly.
Aragorn smiled and watched as Legolas put the Evenstar in his hand. He took it, looking up at his friend before putting it on, in a silent thank you. He smiled at nodded at both of them, and walked through the door that they had been standing watch over, for he needed to speak to Théoden. Hermione and Legolas went to retrieve Gimli, wherever he might be and bring him to the room to discuss matters with Théoden. This was extremely important and should not be taken lightly, as Aragorn had pressed. Once gathered, Aragorn spoke about what he saw while returning to the Hornburg.
"There is a massive army, over 10, 000 Uruk-hai marching from Isengard. They carry with them many weapons and strong shields. They vastly rival our own forces." Said Aragorn, sitting in a chair near Théoden.
"How far off were they?" asked the king.
"They will be here ere nightfall," answered Aragorn, letting out a long breath.
"Let them come, let them come. We will protect the Hornburg and all the people who dwell within it. They are no match for this mighty fortress." Said Théoden, as he turned away from them.
"My lord-" started Aragorn, however he was cut short by orders of the Lord of the Mark.
"Get the women and children in the caves. Ready as many able men as possible. We must be ready for this battle." Ordered Théoden. "This, my lady, includes you as well."
Hermione was slightly taken aback at the king's last orders. She was as capable as any man, even more so, in battle and had proven herself against the wolves of Isen. Yet she was to wait with the rest of the women; those whom were thought too weak to partake in battle.
"My lord I would be of more use fighting then waiting," said Hermione. "My skills would certainty be of more use defending the Hornburg than wondering in the caves beyond."
"You are capable of wielding a sword against a few Orc's, but I doubt how long you would be able to hold against a large host of creatures such as the ones that approach us." Said Théoden, his back still turned to her.
"I hold enough power to protect myself and the ones I love. Being able to hold my own is no question." Hermione shot back, earning surprised looks from the other men that stood in the room.
"You will do as I command," said Théoden, turning to her with a steely gaze. "Never question my orders."
With a final glare Hermione turned around and swiftly left the hall, calls from her father and Gimli being heard from behind her. As she exited the doors, she caught the eye of Eowyn and saw in her eyes that she had seen displays like this many times. Hermione also saw that she too had been in this same situation, but had been powerless to do anything about it. The Lady of Rohan was just as strong as any other, but had been put in her place many times by her uncle; old protocol held fast in these times. Gambling on the skills of women was not a choice that the king was likely to make.
Hermione soon found herself at the front of the wall, looking out at the land that dwelled beyond Helms Deep. Fury burned in her eyes and she felt flushed with anger. Back in the world where her friends were schooled, women and men were treated as equals in their strength and skill. Here, things were quite different. Hermione heard and felt someone approach, and felt the presence of Legolas even before he spoke. She wondered what his thoughts were on the subject, but also knew that he wanted to assure her safety above all else.
"He is only doing what he has done for many years. This is what the king thinks is right." Said Legolas, looking at her as she gazed out over the land.
"I hold more power than he has ever dreamed of. I can be of more help in this war, in this battle, if he would give me the chance." Said Hermione, not looking at him just yet.
"You are quite stubborn melamin," said Legolas with a smile. "But that trait will not get you what you wish in the end."
"You are right, but I know I can be of some use. He just has to see it." She said, turning to him and looking into his crystal blue eyes.
"He sees it, he just does not want to believe it," Said Legolas. "You are strong, much stronger than most. I know that you would be able to survive this battle, but no-one wants to see you hurt."
"I will not become hurt beyond repair, you know this. Please do not worry so." Said Hermione, smiling at his concern.
"It cannot be helped melamin. I care for you too much not to worry," said Legolas.
Hermione smiled at him, one of her first smiles in many days, and met his lips with a sweet kiss. Her arms snaked around his neck, as his hands came to rest on the small of her back. She felt a great relief at doing this, as she had not kissed him like this for many heart renching months. She felt alive once more, as if Legolas was pouring life back into her. He was her life support, the one thing that kept her going in the world, the one thing that mattered.
When they parted, their faces flushed and their breathing shallow, smiles adorned both their lips. Each felt happier than they had in many a day and felt ready to face anything. Footsteps were heard near them, and both turned to see Gimli standing with a knowing smirk on his face. He gave a deep-throated chuckle and shook his head.
"I thought you were going to talk to her," he laughed, looking upon the guilty pair. "Aragorn wants us back inside. You may have gotten your wish Lady Hermione."
They followed him back inside to find Théoden sitting in a chair with a slightly defeated look upon his face. Aragorn showed not emotion, having been torn between the safety of his only daughter and the hope for the people of Rohan. Hermione stood a better chance at surviving this battle than most men who would inevitably be called to upon to fight. With her power, they just might stand a chance. Both heads turned as they trio entered and Aragorn sighed with sorrow. Théoden spoke:
"Aragorn has told me of your skill and," he paused, trying to think of the correct word. "Talents. He informed me that your words were true. You do have power, and that could be an asset. You are allowed to fight."
Hermione nodded her head, "Thank you lord."
"You do not have to fight if you do not wish to. This is your choice, but I would rather see you safe in the caves than on the open battlefield." Said Aragorn.
"I know, but I have been in situations like this before, though not always as brutal. I will be fine." Hermione assured, not wanting her father to worry.
With a nod of his head the group left to the armoury where they found men, young and old being fitted with armour, shields and swords. Most had seen too many winters, others too few. Hermione felt a great sorrow for them, for they should not have to participate in this. They shouldn't have even had to witness this. Aragorn and Gimli were fitted with chain mail, as well as Hermione, which she charmed to fit her form. Once done she went to the caves that were full of anxious women and children, fear was on every face. She placed wards around the caves, simple yet surprisingly effective that would let no evil pass. She took one last look at the people left inside, sitting and waiting for something to happen, for all this to pass. She saw Eowyn among them, talking to one of the frantic women who was afraid for her son and husband. She saw a look in her eye that was unreadable, it could have been hate and anger, or jealousy and despair, but that was speculation. What she felt for the elf-witch going to battle would always be kept inside her until she had well past on. She would forever keep it alone.
As Hermione walked out she heard that blast of a horn, not the ones that the Uruk's had that was deep and gritty, but was clear and bell-like. She had the faintest inkling of what it could be, but did not want to get her hopes up until she was truly sure. She ran from the caves and to the main stair where she saw her father welcoming the leader of the newly arriving force. Haldir of Lorien stood before her, along with him a large number of Lorien elves. As Aragorn moved away, Legolas stepped up and welcomed Haldir, the other elves moving to stand forward and erect in respect for the Prince of Mirkwood. As Hermione walked down she caught Haldir's eye and smiled at him, for she had known him for as long as she could remember. When she reached him, he gently kissed her hand, a smile upon his face.
"Lady Hermione, it seems these times have brought you back to us." He said.
"Mae govannen Haldir," she said, smiling to him.
"It is quite a surprise to see you here among the people of Rohan. What brings you to this land?" said Haldir; speaking to the girl he had come to know as something of a little sister.
"War brings people to many places they did not plan to be in," answered Hermione before stepping aside to let Théoden speak to the elf.
"What brings you and your company to the Hornburg?" asked the king.
"An alliance between men and elves once stood strong. We hope that it will be again." Said Haldir.
"Maybe the old alliances will once again be forged. I thank you," said Théoden.
As soon as Théoden and Haldir had finished discussing battle tactics, night began to fall and each man and elf took his or her positions along and behind the wall. Théoden stood farther behind the first line of people, two others with him. Elves lined the higher parts of the fortress, close to the rock of the mountain while others were on the ground, hidden from enemy eyes. Aragorn paced back and forth at the place near where Hermione, Legolas and Gimli stood. Hermione stood on Legolas' right side, while Gimli stood on the left, his head barely grazing the top on the wall. As the area became dark and black clouds began to loom overhead, Hermione drew out her wand. She was to fire the first shot, the killing curse. This curse was to be packed with as much power as she could muster, to lessen the enemy forces a little. If Peter Pettigrew could kill eleven muggles with one curse, why couldn't she do the same to a few Uruk-hai?
As night grew on, thunder was heard from the sky above and as Hermione strained in the darkness, she could see, not even a league off, the light of enemy torches. The fight for Helms Deep was to begin.
A/N: Well, here's chapter three. I know I'm mean for putting Helms Deep off so long, but I can't help it. I want suspense. Anyway, please review!!!
Here are any elvish translations I have used in this chapter. They are a mix (especially with the one I made up) of both Quenya and Sindar.
Le ab-dollen- you're late
My heart weeps to see thee like this.
He is dead.
You cannot give up hope,
Why must he be brought away from this world?
The ways of the Valar are strange, but that is the way of things.
I miss him,
Melamin- my love
Mae govannen- well met
Ada- father
It was Sunday morning when they got the letter. Harry, Ron and the rest of their company were sitting at the Gryffindor table looking quite depressed when the mail came. Hundreds of owls flew into the Great Hall, dropping numerous letters and packages onto plates, yet nothing came from Hermione. It wasn't until after the owls had gone that they heard something. It was a strange voice on the air; not foul but pleasant and beautiful. It was a song of some sort, slow and calm and in a tongue that they had not heard before. The entire hall looked up, abandoning there own letters and meals to see where the song was coming from, yet there seemed to be no source. The voice then stopped, a lovely instrumental melody playing before it picked up again, just as beautiful as before. As the voice came back, the flapping of wings was heard and a single white dove, rather large for the species, flew into the hall. It flew towards Harry and Ron, a single beam of white landing on Harry's outstretched arm. The dove stuck out its right leg, a letter attached to the pinkish claw, and cooed for Harry to take it. Once the letter was released, the dove took off and flew out the way it came, its stay as brief as moonlight.
Harry un-rolled the parchment and found that it was too small to have a proper letter written on it, but there were two words. 'Tap me'. Harry complied, tapping it with the tip of his wand, and the parchment enlarged, words and phrases appearing to the paper to form the letter. After it had stopped growing, Harry scanned down the page to see who it was from; and found Hermione's name written on the bottom.
"It's from Hermione!" he cried; just load enough to grab the attention of Ron and the others.
"Well, read it out." Said Seamus, leaning over the table to try and get a better look.
"Dear Harry, Ron and whomever else may be reading this," it started, "As you know, I have left Hogwarts, Earth for that matter, to my home Middle-Earth. I have gone because of the need for my skills, my longing to be home, and a threat that must be dealt with.
"This threat is similar to the one you face in the wizarding world, but is much more severe. You have most likely read about Sauron the Deceiver, the ring of power and of Middle-Earth from the book Dumbledore gave you, but that only holds the past. The future is why I have come here; the future is why you must not.
"I will not tell you anything else, save that I wish you not to worry. This is your last year at this fair school and I wish you make the best of it. Have fun, eat, drink and be merry and do not worry for I will return. I will send word when I can, but do not reply.
"All my love, Hermione."
Harry looked up from the letter, looking at his friends with wide, almost tearful eyes. It was true, she was an elf and she was in Middle-Earth. She was with the people they had read about, she lived, walked and fought on this land. She was away from them, and she didn't want them to come to her. As much as she loved them and as much as they loved her, she did not want them in her world. She wanted to do this on her own.
All around him, Harry saw the others with tears in their eyes. Large, salty drops of water were running down each face, and it took a matter of minutes for him to realize that he too was crying. All eyes were red, their pupils milky, and from behind them there came a sadistic drawl that disturbed the peaceful moment. The cold, cruel voice laughed at them, making fun of the pain that they were enduring.
"What's the matter Potter, realised that your life truly isn't worth living?" asked Draco Malfoy, his usual sneer planted on his pale face.
"Sod off Malfoy. We're in no mood." Said Harry, his teeth clenched tightly in his jaw.
"Hm, seems the Muddblood's gone from your little group. Please tell me she wised up and left the school." Said Malfoy, his arms crossed and a semi-hopeful look on his face.
"Trust me Malfoy, you would not want to be where she is." Said Ron, his anger steadily rising.
"Your right, I wouldn't. Who would want to be in the pitiful muggle world anyway? All they are is weak, and your friend's just the same." He said, his tone getting colder if that were possible.
It was those words that pushed Ron and Harry over the edge, sending them lunging at Malfoy with their fists raised. Both managed to land a couple punches, Ron to his eye and Harry to his shoulder, but they were soon pulled back by Seamus, Dean and the rest of the company. Malfoy looked at them like they had gone mad, his eye blackening. Both boys strained against their restraints, wanting to hurt him even more than they had just did. The hall was looking at them, professors ready to step in at any time and students straining to get a good look at what was going on.
"Don't you ever call Hermione weak! She is the strongest person you have ever seen, and she is in worse shape than we are!" cried Harry, his eyes blazing. "She is facing god knows what in some world that we haven't even heard of and you want to pick a fight with us! Big mistake!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Malfoy, a confused look planted on his pale face.
Before the boys could answer, the voice of the headmaster stepped in. He did not want anyone but the small group of Gryffindors to know of her disappearance and the truth behind it. "That is enough gentleman. Mr. Malfoy, please go to the Hospital Wing and Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, please join me in my office."
As Malfoy left the hall and the two boys followed, they knew that they had made a large mistake in releasing even that small amount of information to Malfoy. He should never had said the things he did, but their words now caused suspicion from each student and staff member. Not one had been informed yet of Hermione's disappearance, not even McGonagall who was the deputy-headmistress, but they would all figure it out sooner or later. The students would undoubtedly come up with their own conclusions of why she was gone, a sick relative or capture by Death Eaters, but none would come close to the truth. They had to be extra careful.
*
Hermione watched as the dove flew off into the sky, disappearing as it neared the bright sun. She hoped that this letter would ease her friend's minds about her, but she was doubtful. They would worry about her anyways, even if she told them about the war or not. She new it was a mistake to give them that hint, but she had to tell them something or they would not believe her. She had to say something, anything, to make her leaving easier.
She turned around, walking down the stairs to the main hall where Théoden was sitting on his chair. Aragorn and Gimli were sitting at a table, eating and smoking from a large pipe while Legolas stood. Eowyn stood near by, bringing another plate of bread over to the table. As she made her way over to Legolas, Hermione heard Aragorn, Gandalf and Théoden arguing over something, what to do about the recent Orc attack.
"Sauron's forces have begun their attack." Said Gandalf, whom was sitting in a chair near Théoden. "He is using Saruman to destroy your people."
"When the attack came they were unarmed. They had no warning." Said Eowyn, whom had gotten this news from her brother before he had left Rohan.
"This is but a taste of the terror that Saruman will unleash. We must fight." Said Gandalf.
"I will not risk open war." Said Théoden, looking at Gandalf with a stern gaze.
"Open war is upon you, weather you would risk it or not." Replied Aragorn, returning the gaze of the king.
"Last time I checked, Théoden not Aragorn was king of Rohan." Said Théoden, his voice steely. "I will decide what is right."
"Send riders out, Eomer will surely come if his king calls." Said Aragorn. "You must fight to save your people."
"Eomer will be a thousand leagues off by now." Said Théoden, standing and walking forward a little.
"Then what do your propose?" asked Gandalf.
"We will empty the city and flee to the safety of Helms Deep. The Hornburg has never failed to protect us and it will not fail again. I will not have my people slaughtered." Said Théoden.
Hermione looked around her; her father showed no emotion to the choice of action, Gimli seemed quite content with both his full stomach and the decision. Legolas didn't show any concern to the choice of action, but it was Gandalf who seemed to not agree with it. He was hiding his disappointment quite well, but Hermione could see that he did not like Théoden's choice for his people.
Hama was sent out to deliver the news to the citizens and Théoden left to get ready to depart. Hermione and the rest of the group went to get their weapons and horses, but Gandalf seemed to have another plan. As they entered the stables he began to give out instructions to Aragorn, mounting Shadowfax as he did so. As he got comfortable on the horse, he gave a final instruction before riding off into the day and out of the city. Once settled on their respective horses, Gimli on the back of Legolas' horse Arod, they rode out to meet Théoden as he left the city. They saw many people carrying sacks of possessions, food and clothes. Horses were laden with things the people could not carry and carts housed those who were not well enough or strong enough to walk the distance to the Hornburg. Théoden and his men rode in front; keeping watch, while Aragorn, Legolas and Hermione rode somewhat behind. It was to be a long, hard journey to Helms Deep.
It had taken many long days to ride to the Hornburg, slow and tiresome was this journey and many were to exhaust to go much further. It was but a few miles away from safety when it was spotted. Two men had gone ahead to scout when there came a scream and the sound of a ferocious growl. Legolas, who had gone ahead, began to fire arrows at the large Warg that carried the Orc, finally managing to kill it with a few shots and a slice of his long knife. Hermione rode ahead of Théoden and his men to see the dead creature and Legolas moving towards the cliff that lied near by.
"A scout!" he cried, fixing an arrow in his bow.
Hermione mumbled a 'sonorous' spell and called to the others. "We're under attack!"
Aragorn mounted Hasufel and rode towards her, Théoden and his men not far behind. Hermione drew her sword and prepared to fight, seeing far off in the distance a mass of Orcs and Wargs. Legolas stopped firing arrows as soon as they neared, and pulled himself up onto the horse in front of Gimli. It was not long until the attack began. Hermione found herself using her sword more than her wand, as it seemed most effective in disposing of the beasts, and she succeeded in killing many Orcs. The battle raged on, the villagers that could not fight being lead to Helms Deep by Eowyn, and many lives were lost in the fight. Hermione drew out her knife and flung it at the back of one of the Orcs that a man was having trouble with. She speared another with her sword and drew out her wand to fire a 'stupefy' spell at two more. This gave others a chance to kill the confused Orcs, who hadn't a clue as to what was going on around them. As she fought, she watched out for her companions, making sure that none were in trouble, but as far as she could see, none were.
It took a while until the last Orc and Warg was killed, and by then all were thoroughly exhausted. Hermione dismounted Anya and walked around to fetch her knife. It wasn't until she heard Gimli's voice calling for her father that she started to worry.
"Aragorn!" he called.
"Aragorn!" called Legolas, worry in his voice.
"Ada!" called Hermione running to Legolas' side.
There was cruel laughter heard, from over near the cliff, and it came from a dying Orc. He was holding his chest and sniggering to himself.
"Where is he?" asked Legolas.
"Tell us now and I will ease your suffering." Said Gimli, putting the blade of his axe to the Orcs throat.
"He took a little tumble off the cliff." Laughed the Orc, coughing as he did.
"You lie." Said Legolas, grabbing the Orc by the scruff of his collar.
As the Orc took it's last breath, Legolas saw a glimmer of something in his hand and pried it open to find the shimmering Evenstar, covered in a thick black blood. Hermione looked into his hand, just as the other let go of the orc's collar, and gazed at her mother's jewel. It was her prized possession and she had given it to Aragorn before he and the rest of the Fellowship left for the road. He had never taken it off.
Théoden stood by the cliff, looking over into the water and rock below. He sighed heavily and looked at the trio with a heavy heart. Hermione, Gimli and Legolas walked over to the cliff and looked over, leaving the dead Orc in his place. They looked over and saw the water rushing over sharp rocks and the endless mass of brown rock making the narrow chasm. Hermione heard the rumbling off the water in her ears, pounding the truth of her fathers demise into her head. She sank to her knees, watching as her vision blurred and she saw runny landscape and sky.
"He can not have departed from us so easily." Mumbled Hermione, salt tears falling down her pale cheeks.
"Get the wounded on horses. Leave the dead." Said Théoden, turning to go.
"He could still be alive! We should wait!" Said Hermione hatred burning in her eyes as she looked upon the king.
"I'm sorry for your loss, but we must leave quickly." Said Théoden, walking away towards his horse.
Legolas put his arm around her and slowly pulled her up off the ground away from the cliff and towards the horses. He pocketed the necklace, making sure not to lose it, and kissed the side of her head as they near Anya. Hermione whipped away her tears and mounted Anya, taking the reins in her hands. As they rode off to meet the others at Helms Deep, Hermione couldn't help but wonder if somehow she could have prevented this. That she might have been able to save her father with some sort of spell or charm. That he would be here if she had been more observant, and less set on disposing of one orc after another. She wondered if all this fighting was worth it, worth losing a loved one. She looked over at Legolas and Gimli, finding their heads hanging and their expressions sad. Hermione looked away as she felt more tears forming in her eyes and looked ahead towards the direction of Helms Deep.
It was a matter of hours before they reached the massive fortress known as Helms Deep. Hermione had never seen it in person, however she had read about Rohans protection in a book in her grandfather's library. It was very fascinating, the walls impenetrable and high so as to make for a harder attack for enemies. There were large spaces to have hidden forces behind the walls out of sight, so as to surprise the attack force with arrows or spears. For civilians, women, children and those who were too old or ill to fight, there were caves going deep into the backside of the mountain where food was stored. There was enough room in those caves to fit the city comfortably while they waited for battles to be fought and for Rohan to come out the victor. There was only one area in the Hornburg that could possibly be used to get through, however unlikely, and that was a grate at the base of one of the walls that was little more than a drain.
Théoden led the group up the ramp leading into the fortress, and the massive doors were opened upon his command. A space had been cleared for the horses near the entrance, and once everyone was in the doors were closed and riders dismounted their horses. Once Hermione was off Anya, she followed some others to put the horses away, taking a glance at Gimli as he walked towards Eowyn, whom he had befriended, to tell her of Aragorn's departure. It seemed that the young Lady of Rohan had taken a liking to Hermione's father, and seemed curious as to his whereabouts. It didn't take long before she saw a tear drip down Eowyn's cheek and to see her depart from the main entrance hall. Hermione kept her head down after that.
Once Anya was put away, Hermione went to stand with Legolas as he was keeping watch over the doors where Théoden dwelt. She stood still when she came to him, close to his side without making so much as a sound. She just wanted to be near him, just being close was enough. She didn't want to brake down again, all she wanted to do was do her job and get it over with. She just wanted to help win this war and end the death and destruction. She just wanted to see peace.
"Cormamin niuve ele lle." Said Legolas, his voice low and soft.
"Ro'ba." Said Hermione, in a slight state of shock.
"Lle il anta de estela,"
"Mankoi nai ro tuca'oar tuulo'sina palurin?" She asked, for she needed him here in this one.
"I'men en' i Valar n'ataya, nan'sina i men en'nat." An uncomfortable silence followed.
"Amin angayassë ho," said Hermione, tears forming in her eyes and spilling over to fall down her pale cheeks.
Legolas pulled her into a hug, letting her cry into his chest. He whispered to her, his cheek resting on the top of her head lightly. He kissed her forehead and even shed a few tears of his own. As they stood together, Hermione's tears now falling silently, Eowyn came towards them and began helping some villagers with their things. She didn't look upon the couple but once, as she wondered what tie Hermione had with the late Aragorn.
Hermione wept for many minutes and Legolas' shirt and tunic were toughly soaked with her salty tears. When she looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy, he only smiled and kissed her cheeks and eyes. His lips were soft on her face and she laughed when he kissed her nose. He kept his arm around her, and they stood guard together for many hours, wondering what was going on behind the closed doors.
*
It had been many hours since they had arrived, and Théoden had never left his room. No one had come to call on him and Gimli seemed to be elsewhere. Eowyn helped around the fortress and came back every now and then to see if her uncle had come out of his room. Legolas and Hermione were now standing, once again, in silence. They had discussed all they could without any mention of Aragorn, but now it seemed unavoidable. All of a sudden, there was a commotion heard on the lower level. The gate had been raised and the sound of voices drifted up, confused and questioning. As Hermione listened, she heard Gimli's low voice rise up above the others; and it was joyful. There was silence and the soft tread of footsteps was heard coming up the stairs and towards the door. From around the corner, weary with travel and battle, came Aragorn. His cloak billowed about him and he smiled upon seeing the pair. Hermione's eyes grew wide upon seeing him and she ran toward him and embraced him firmly.
"I knew you had not fallen. I knew it," she said, crying with joy.
"I would never leave you like that." He said, pulling her close.
As they broke their embrace, they walked over to Legolas, who held the Evenstar in his hand delicately and he smiled upon seeing his friend. "Le ab-dollen." He said jokingly.
Aragorn smiled and watched as Legolas put the Evenstar in his hand. He took it, looking up at his friend before putting it on, in a silent thank you. He smiled at nodded at both of them, and walked through the door that they had been standing watch over, for he needed to speak to Théoden. Hermione and Legolas went to retrieve Gimli, wherever he might be and bring him to the room to discuss matters with Théoden. This was extremely important and should not be taken lightly, as Aragorn had pressed. Once gathered, Aragorn spoke about what he saw while returning to the Hornburg.
"There is a massive army, over 10, 000 Uruk-hai marching from Isengard. They carry with them many weapons and strong shields. They vastly rival our own forces." Said Aragorn, sitting in a chair near Théoden.
"How far off were they?" asked the king.
"They will be here ere nightfall," answered Aragorn, letting out a long breath.
"Let them come, let them come. We will protect the Hornburg and all the people who dwell within it. They are no match for this mighty fortress." Said Théoden, as he turned away from them.
"My lord-" started Aragorn, however he was cut short by orders of the Lord of the Mark.
"Get the women and children in the caves. Ready as many able men as possible. We must be ready for this battle." Ordered Théoden. "This, my lady, includes you as well."
Hermione was slightly taken aback at the king's last orders. She was as capable as any man, even more so, in battle and had proven herself against the wolves of Isen. Yet she was to wait with the rest of the women; those whom were thought too weak to partake in battle.
"My lord I would be of more use fighting then waiting," said Hermione. "My skills would certainty be of more use defending the Hornburg than wondering in the caves beyond."
"You are capable of wielding a sword against a few Orc's, but I doubt how long you would be able to hold against a large host of creatures such as the ones that approach us." Said Théoden, his back still turned to her.
"I hold enough power to protect myself and the ones I love. Being able to hold my own is no question." Hermione shot back, earning surprised looks from the other men that stood in the room.
"You will do as I command," said Théoden, turning to her with a steely gaze. "Never question my orders."
With a final glare Hermione turned around and swiftly left the hall, calls from her father and Gimli being heard from behind her. As she exited the doors, she caught the eye of Eowyn and saw in her eyes that she had seen displays like this many times. Hermione also saw that she too had been in this same situation, but had been powerless to do anything about it. The Lady of Rohan was just as strong as any other, but had been put in her place many times by her uncle; old protocol held fast in these times. Gambling on the skills of women was not a choice that the king was likely to make.
Hermione soon found herself at the front of the wall, looking out at the land that dwelled beyond Helms Deep. Fury burned in her eyes and she felt flushed with anger. Back in the world where her friends were schooled, women and men were treated as equals in their strength and skill. Here, things were quite different. Hermione heard and felt someone approach, and felt the presence of Legolas even before he spoke. She wondered what his thoughts were on the subject, but also knew that he wanted to assure her safety above all else.
"He is only doing what he has done for many years. This is what the king thinks is right." Said Legolas, looking at her as she gazed out over the land.
"I hold more power than he has ever dreamed of. I can be of more help in this war, in this battle, if he would give me the chance." Said Hermione, not looking at him just yet.
"You are quite stubborn melamin," said Legolas with a smile. "But that trait will not get you what you wish in the end."
"You are right, but I know I can be of some use. He just has to see it." She said, turning to him and looking into his crystal blue eyes.
"He sees it, he just does not want to believe it," Said Legolas. "You are strong, much stronger than most. I know that you would be able to survive this battle, but no-one wants to see you hurt."
"I will not become hurt beyond repair, you know this. Please do not worry so." Said Hermione, smiling at his concern.
"It cannot be helped melamin. I care for you too much not to worry," said Legolas.
Hermione smiled at him, one of her first smiles in many days, and met his lips with a sweet kiss. Her arms snaked around his neck, as his hands came to rest on the small of her back. She felt a great relief at doing this, as she had not kissed him like this for many heart renching months. She felt alive once more, as if Legolas was pouring life back into her. He was her life support, the one thing that kept her going in the world, the one thing that mattered.
When they parted, their faces flushed and their breathing shallow, smiles adorned both their lips. Each felt happier than they had in many a day and felt ready to face anything. Footsteps were heard near them, and both turned to see Gimli standing with a knowing smirk on his face. He gave a deep-throated chuckle and shook his head.
"I thought you were going to talk to her," he laughed, looking upon the guilty pair. "Aragorn wants us back inside. You may have gotten your wish Lady Hermione."
They followed him back inside to find Théoden sitting in a chair with a slightly defeated look upon his face. Aragorn showed not emotion, having been torn between the safety of his only daughter and the hope for the people of Rohan. Hermione stood a better chance at surviving this battle than most men who would inevitably be called to upon to fight. With her power, they just might stand a chance. Both heads turned as they trio entered and Aragorn sighed with sorrow. Théoden spoke:
"Aragorn has told me of your skill and," he paused, trying to think of the correct word. "Talents. He informed me that your words were true. You do have power, and that could be an asset. You are allowed to fight."
Hermione nodded her head, "Thank you lord."
"You do not have to fight if you do not wish to. This is your choice, but I would rather see you safe in the caves than on the open battlefield." Said Aragorn.
"I know, but I have been in situations like this before, though not always as brutal. I will be fine." Hermione assured, not wanting her father to worry.
With a nod of his head the group left to the armoury where they found men, young and old being fitted with armour, shields and swords. Most had seen too many winters, others too few. Hermione felt a great sorrow for them, for they should not have to participate in this. They shouldn't have even had to witness this. Aragorn and Gimli were fitted with chain mail, as well as Hermione, which she charmed to fit her form. Once done she went to the caves that were full of anxious women and children, fear was on every face. She placed wards around the caves, simple yet surprisingly effective that would let no evil pass. She took one last look at the people left inside, sitting and waiting for something to happen, for all this to pass. She saw Eowyn among them, talking to one of the frantic women who was afraid for her son and husband. She saw a look in her eye that was unreadable, it could have been hate and anger, or jealousy and despair, but that was speculation. What she felt for the elf-witch going to battle would always be kept inside her until she had well past on. She would forever keep it alone.
As Hermione walked out she heard that blast of a horn, not the ones that the Uruk's had that was deep and gritty, but was clear and bell-like. She had the faintest inkling of what it could be, but did not want to get her hopes up until she was truly sure. She ran from the caves and to the main stair where she saw her father welcoming the leader of the newly arriving force. Haldir of Lorien stood before her, along with him a large number of Lorien elves. As Aragorn moved away, Legolas stepped up and welcomed Haldir, the other elves moving to stand forward and erect in respect for the Prince of Mirkwood. As Hermione walked down she caught Haldir's eye and smiled at him, for she had known him for as long as she could remember. When she reached him, he gently kissed her hand, a smile upon his face.
"Lady Hermione, it seems these times have brought you back to us." He said.
"Mae govannen Haldir," she said, smiling to him.
"It is quite a surprise to see you here among the people of Rohan. What brings you to this land?" said Haldir; speaking to the girl he had come to know as something of a little sister.
"War brings people to many places they did not plan to be in," answered Hermione before stepping aside to let Théoden speak to the elf.
"What brings you and your company to the Hornburg?" asked the king.
"An alliance between men and elves once stood strong. We hope that it will be again." Said Haldir.
"Maybe the old alliances will once again be forged. I thank you," said Théoden.
As soon as Théoden and Haldir had finished discussing battle tactics, night began to fall and each man and elf took his or her positions along and behind the wall. Théoden stood farther behind the first line of people, two others with him. Elves lined the higher parts of the fortress, close to the rock of the mountain while others were on the ground, hidden from enemy eyes. Aragorn paced back and forth at the place near where Hermione, Legolas and Gimli stood. Hermione stood on Legolas' right side, while Gimli stood on the left, his head barely grazing the top on the wall. As the area became dark and black clouds began to loom overhead, Hermione drew out her wand. She was to fire the first shot, the killing curse. This curse was to be packed with as much power as she could muster, to lessen the enemy forces a little. If Peter Pettigrew could kill eleven muggles with one curse, why couldn't she do the same to a few Uruk-hai?
As night grew on, thunder was heard from the sky above and as Hermione strained in the darkness, she could see, not even a league off, the light of enemy torches. The fight for Helms Deep was to begin.
A/N: Well, here's chapter three. I know I'm mean for putting Helms Deep off so long, but I can't help it. I want suspense. Anyway, please review!!!
Here are any elvish translations I have used in this chapter. They are a mix (especially with the one I made up) of both Quenya and Sindar.
Le ab-dollen- you're late
My heart weeps to see thee like this.
He is dead.
You cannot give up hope,
Why must he be brought away from this world?
The ways of the Valar are strange, but that is the way of things.
I miss him,
Melamin- my love
Mae govannen- well met
Ada- father