Disclaimer: Nope not mine. LOTR and HP are both works of someone else more creative then moi. I do however own a copy the films and books.

Summary: Hermione is in her seventh year. Voldermort is dead. Hermione is desperately wishing to go home, but she is unable. When she does return what will happen to her? Hr/OC, RW/LL, HP/GW.

Middle-Earth, Magic and Elves

By princess-holz

Prologue

The world is changed.

I feel it in the water.

I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air.

Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.

It began with the forging of the Rings of Power. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven were given to the Dwarves, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power.

For within these rings was bound the power and the will to rule each race. But they were all of them deceived, for deep in the land of Mordor, the Dark Lord Sauron forged another ring, a master ring, and into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate every living thing. One ring to rule them all.

One by one, the free peoples of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring, but there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone.

It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father's sword.

And Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the ring of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur, to his death.

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. For two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, the ring ensnared another bearer.

(A small, slimy creature- who is as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes imbedded in a thin face. He is the creature Gollum and in his hand he holds a ring. "My Precious, my own," he whispers to the Ring)

The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels under the Misty Mountains, and there it consumed him.

The ring gave to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind, and in the gloom of Gollum's cave it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumour grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived that its time had come. It abandoned Gollum, but then something happened that the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire.

For the time will soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all...

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Hermione Granger entered the dungeons for her seventh year potions lesson, followed closely by her best friends, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasly (who were both talented in potion making, and had joined the advanced class at the start of the year).

Since her fifth year, Hermione had been able to tame her hair and it now fell straight right down to the base of her back; it was a dark brown almost black colour. Her eyes are a chocolate brown colour with flecks of gold when she gets angry. She had grown to become, 5 ft 10", but still Harry, Ron and Draco towered over her.

She had become friends with Draco when he had joined the Order as a spy. Harry and Ron were more reluctant, but became quick friends with him after the war.

The Second War had been fought-and won by the 'Light' side. Voldermort had met his demise in the spring of their sixth year. However, remaining Deatheaters were still been found and sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban or, worse, the Dementors Kiss.

There had been casualties on both sides. Dean Thomas, Pamda Patil, Dennis Creevy, Flitwick and many more had died at the hands of Deatheaters. Draco's father had also died, along with Bellatrix, Nott, McNair and several others.

But the war had changed Hermione, or that was at least what her friends thought. Several weeks after the war she was fine, but something had happened to change her.

Harry was happy he no longer had to the carry the weight of the wizarding world on his shoulders, Draco was glad he and his mother could lead lives their lives without fear of punishment, and Ron was pleased that no of his friends, or himself, had died. They were too busy with their own lives that could not see that Hermione had become a shell of a person she once was.

She hardly ever smiled anymore, and she was ever so quiet. She had withdrawn into herself. She never spoke unless spoken to. But this change had not gone unnoticed by the teachers. Snape noticed that the 'know-it-all' Gryffindor was less of, well, a 'know-it-all'. As had Dumbledore.

Hermione took her normal seat in potions, next to Draco and a row in front of Harry, Ginny and a row behind Luna and Ron. Today they were to start a truth potion.

Towards the end of the lesson, Pansy Parkinson walked over to where Hermione and Draco's cauldron was lightly simmering and added in several ingredients that were not needed. It started to bubble and it changed colour

"Mione? Is the potion supposed to do that?" Harry asked whilst pointing at her cauldron. She shook her head, but before she had a chance to tell the other four to duck they were covered in the purple (suppose to be blue) liquid.

The force knocked them backwards, Hermione closed her eyes- expecting to hit the hard stone floor, but it never came.

She opened her eyes and saw she had landed on top of Ron, in what looked to be a meeting.

"Who are you?" Ginny asked the group as she stood up. The other five doing the same.

The group of males quickly drew out their weapons. Axes, arrows, swords and a staff were aimed at the small group of unarmed witches and wizards. Ginny, Luna and Hermione were forced behind the three wizards, to keep them safe.

"The question is not who we are. But who you are, and how you got here?" asked a man, no elf, who had long black hair covering a pair of pointy ears, clear grey eyes, and a face full of wisdom and memory.

"Adar?" came a timid response from behind Ron.

TBC...

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Adar- father

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