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.
Middle-Earth, Magic and Elves
By princess-holz
Chapter Two
Elrond stands in front of the same group that was gathered yesterday. With the exception of Hermione, Harry, Ron, Draco, Ginny and Luna being present.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You are summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands on the brink of destruction. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the ring, Frodo."
Frodo nervously steps forward and places the Ring on the Alter. He quickly resumes his seat next to Gandalf, looking relieved that he no longer has to carry the burden.
"It is a gift, a gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of my people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him." A tall man known as Boromir declared.
Aragorn replies, "you cannot wield it. None of us can. The ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
"What would a ranger know of this matter?"
"He is no mere ranger. This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." Legolas shouts as he stands up. Hermione nods in agreement but no one sees her.
"This is Isildur's heir?" Boromir asks.
"And heir to the throne of Gondor." Legolas replies
"Havo dad, Legolas" Aragorn urges.
"Gondor has no king, Gondor needs no king." Boromir tells him. Hermione feels a rush of hate towards this man. 'How dare he deny Aragorn his birth right?' Hermione thinks, 'Gondor is in need of a King, not a Steward. It will only survive if Aragorn reclaims his throne.'
"Aragorn is right. We cannot control it," Gandalf says.
"We have but one choice. The ring must be destroyed." Elrond announces.
"What are we waiting for?" A dwarf with unruly reddish-brown hair, called Gimli, runs forward carrying an axe. He swings it down but is thrown backwards. The Ring is unharmed but the axe has shattered.
"The ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. It was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the fiery chasm from which it came. One of you must do this," Elrond tells the council after Gimli has stood up and resumed his seat. He is met by silence.
Then Boromir says, "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep, and the great eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. It is folly. Not with ten thousand men could you do this."
"Have you heard nothing that Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!" Legolas argues.
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" Gimli shouts in anger. It was common knowledge that dwarves and elves had never really gotten along.
"And what if we fail? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?" Boromir asks Elrond.
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf! Never trust an elf!" Gimli shouts, still not off the topic about elves.
The shouting continues, and even Harry, Ron and Draco get involved- trying to calm them all down. They even try using their wands, but no avail. None of them hear Frodo, except Hermione.
"I will take it," he tries to shout above the arguing. A loud whistling noise is heard from Hermione's direction, the arguing suddenly stops and everyone turns to look at her. "Thank the Valar. Now, if you have quite finished, Frodo has something he wishes to say." She turns to Frodo, "Go on, Frodo."
"I will take the ring to Mordor. Though I do not know the way." Frodo says. Gandalf smiles at him and says, "I will help you bear this burden for as long as it is yours to bear."
"If by my life or my death I can protect you, I will," Aragorn says as he kneels in front of him. "You have my sword."
Legolas adds, "and my bow."
And Gimli, who still doesn't want the elf to be part of it and quickly, "and my axe."
"You carry the fate of us all, little one. But if this is truly the will of the council, Gondor will see it done," Boromir promises.
"As will Rivendale," Hermione announces. They all turn to stare at her. "But you're a woman," Boromir states. She ignores him.
"Hermione, you can't be serious?" Draco whines.
"I am," she says stubbornly. "Adar, saes? I can help. I'm not some meek female who needs protecting. My skills may be needed. I beg you grant me this wish."
He looks at her closely. Then at the other Council members. Then at her friends. "I suppose you wish to go with her?" He asks them. They all nod eagerly, another adventure would be very welcome.
"Fine, so be it. You shall leave..."
A hobbit (Sam) runs in declaring "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me!"
"Indeed, it is hardly possible to separate the two of you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not. Very well..."
This time he is interrupted by another two hobbits. "We're going, too! You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to keep us away," the one in the brown jacket (Merry) tells Elrond.
"Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission... Quest... Thing," the other (Pippin) says. "Well, that rules you out, Pip," the first one tells him.
"Fifteen companions. So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring," Elrond says as he surveys the group.
Eagerly the hobbit called Pippin asks, "Where are we going?"
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Everyone went there separate ways for the rest of the afternoon. That night there was to be party in celebration of Hermione's homecoming and the Fellowships departure.
Hermione, Aragorn and Legolas took her friends to a secluded spot where they could train them with weapons. Aragorn laid out several swords, and axes, whilst Legolas laid out daggers and bows and arrows.
"Melamin, these are yours." Legolas had no fear of using that phrase, as Aragorn knew of their relationship and Hermione's friends had no idea what it meant.
He handed he a small chest, which she opened. Inside were her daggers- a birthday present from her grandparents when she had turned 2000, a sword (from her father) and a beautiful bow and arrow set- a present from Legolas, which she received after first learning how to shoot accurately using them- she had been only 30 at the time (which is quiet young for elves).
"Can you really use all of them?" Asked Luna.
"She's one the best fighters I have ever met," Aragorn admits. Legolas nods. "She may even be a better shot than Legolas." This causes Legolas to scowl at his friend, and Hermione to laugh, "well... Probably not. But I was younger than Legolas when I first learnt how to shoot. So I could be." Aragorn laughs even harder, Legolas hated to be reminded that Hermione had beaten him at something.
"Right like Hermione can really use all of that stuff," Draco mumbles. "How strong can she be?"
"Willing to test that theory?" Hermione asks, her elven ears had picked up what Draco had said, as did Legolas'. "You can't be serious?" Draco says.
"Pick a weapon," Hermione orders. "What?" Draco questions. "Pick which ever weapon you desire and I'll best you at it" Hermione growls. She hated when people, elves or men, didn't believe she had the power to do be as good as they are. Legolas silently groaned. He knew Hermione hated been insulted and that she would be angry with her friend for days.
Draco reached out for a sword, as Hermione removed her own from its hilt. "Prepare to loose, Malfoy."
"Keep dreaming, Granger," Draco shot back, he it was not her name but old habits are hard to break.
He lunged at her but she blocked it. He kept throwing different attacks at her but she beat them all off effortlessly. Finally, she was able to knock the sword completely out of his hands. She stepped closer to him and placed an edge of the blade against his throat.
"Never," she said in a dangerous voice. "Insult my strength or my ability to fight." And with that she threw down her sword and stormed off.
Harry and Ron start after her, but Aragorn calls them back telling them that Hermione needs time to cool off. And that Draco should avoid her because she would willing castrate him. Ginny and Luna giggled behind their hands when the heard this, and the boys' faces scrunched up in pain.
"So, shall we continue with the lesson?" Legolas asked. He knew that Hermione would cool off and would be fine by the party later.
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Hermione's maid had left out a red gown for her to wear (A/N: think the gown Arwen wears in Aragorn's dream sequence in TTT, though not quite as sheer). She got changed and left her hair down; over it she put on a silver circlet in the form of leaves. She put on her necklace, a silver rose, which symbolises her love for others, her strength and her passion.
Hermione entered the banquet hall. Legolas came over to her and whispered, "lle naa vanima." A blush rose to her cheeks as walked over to her seat. Her father sat at head of the table with Arwen at his right, Aragorn sat next to her, then Harry and Ginny at the end. Hermione sat on her fathers left next to Ron who was next to Luna with Draco at the end. Who was still avoiding her.
Legolas took his seat on the same table as his companions, and Gandalf and Boromir. Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry sat on a smaller table in front of the main one.
After feasting on all kinds of elvish dishes, the tables were cleared away and musicians set up. Arwen and Aragorn stood up and dance, followed by Harry and Ginny, and Ron and Luna. Hermione not wanting to be left alone with Draco walked up to father and asked, "Lle merna salk, Adar?"
He led her to the clearing on the floor, and together they danced a traditional elvish folk dance. At the start of the next song Legolas came over, and politely asked if could have this dance. She looked at her father who nodded.
Legolas bowed as she curtsied. He placed one of his hands on her waist, as she placed hers on his shoulder, he then took her free hand in his. He whirled her round the dance floor, following the other couples. They danced to several more songs before Hermione decided she wanted a break. She spotted Ginny and Luna and they went over to them.
"Hey, how are you?" She asked. "My feet are killing me!" Ginny moaned. "How do you keep up Mione?" Luna asked. She shrugged; she mused over it and realized it was because she was use to this type of dancing.
"And, no offence Hermione, they don't have many decent songs here," Harry said as he returned. Ginny nodded, "what are they singing about anyway, it's all in elvish?"
"They sing of hero's, and of people of importance to them," Legolas said.
"Ginny if you don't like the songs they sing you could go up and sing one," Hermione told her. Ginny looked startled. "Ginny, you have a wonderful voice. My father will allow you to sing, he allows anyone who wishes to."
"Erm..." she mumbled. She looked at Harry, who nodded in encouragement. "Fine, I will."
"You won't get any musical back up though. They don't know any of the songs you might know." After saying this Hermione walked up to father and asked if Ginny could sing.
She then walked up to where a drunken dwarf had just finished singing and declared, "Friends and guests. I would like to announce that my friend Ginny will be singing next. You will not recognise the song, but this should not stop you from enjoying it. Come on up Ginny." A large round of applause was heard as Ginny slowly made her way up on stage.
Ginny reached where Hermione had announced her and started to sing,
"Where have all the good men gone. And where are all the gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules, to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night toss and turn and dream of what I need."
Hermione grabbed Legolas' hand and dragged him onto the floor to dance. Luna did the same to Ron. Arwen and Aragorn followed them also. As Draco started dancing with a pretty blonde haired (female) elf.
"I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong. And he's gotta be fast. And he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be sure. And it's gotta be soon. And he's gotta be larger than life.
Somewhere after midnight, in my wildest fantasy. Somewhere just beyond my reach, there's someone reaching back for me. Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat. It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet.
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above. Out where the lightning splits the sea. I would swear that there's someone somewhere, watching me.
Through the wind and the chill and the rain. And the storm and the flood. I can feel his approach, like the fire in my blood
I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong. And he's gotta be fast. And he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be sure. And it's gotta be soon. And he's gotta be larger than life."
"That was for my hero," she declared. She jumped of the raised platform and ran into Harry's arms, where they kissed. Hermione decided it was time to let her father know about her and Legolas, so she grabbed him by collars of his shirt and pulled him down so their lips met.
There were several gasps from around the room. But Arwen and Aragorn clapped, their way of telling Hermione and Legolas they were happy for them. Several others joined in, and soon everyone was.
She pulled back and leaned her forehead against his. "Mankoi?" he asked. "It is time they knew," she replied, as she led him away from the party and to sleep. As it was the last night they would spending in a bed for a long time.
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Havo dad, Legolas- sit down, Legolas
Lle naa vanima- you are beautiful
Lle merna salk, Adar?- do you want to dance, father?
Mankoi?- why?
Wow! Longest chapter so far. Now, don't forget to review. I won't be updating for about a week as I'm on school trip thingy this week.
Love princess-holz xx