I know this one's short. I was having problems with my muse for chapter 2. Plus, I was fighting a headache. Not really the best combination. Hope you like it as much as I do!

Arwen called out to her father. He hurried over, touching the blood flowing from the golden-brunette's temples.

"Arwen, gather four strong men; we need to get these two inside," Lord Elrond said, gently turning the one who bled onto her back, only to freeze as he touched her cheek. "Hisiven, my child. Welcome home."

Three days later, Hermione sat up, her left hand flying to her temple to feel for blood. Her skin was clean and unbroken. The dark-haired woman who had saved her, she believed, stood beside her, hands folded over her dress.

"Good morning, Hisiven. I am Arwen," she said, slowly sitting down next to her.

"How did you know my name, Arwen?"

"My father knows you, he says. He left a note for you." She motioned to the table beside her, where a folded piece of paper lay. "He will want to know you have awakened. What is your red-haired companion's name?"

Hermione almost answered with Ginny, but knew that would get them nowhere. "Her name is Rosmir. How is she?"

"She is mending, Hisiven. Soon she will awaken."

"Is there someone by the name of Gandalf the Grey in this place? Where am I, anyway?" Hermione tucked a strand of hair behind her right ear, marveling at its now pointed shape.

"He arrived yesterday. Would you like to speak to him?"

"Yes, please. I have a question for him."

Gandalf came in only a moment later, and Hermione forced herself not to call him Dumbledore as she greeted him.

"Hisiven Rhovanel, the Wild Star of the Elves. The whispers on the wind were true. You have returned home," he said, taking a seat in a chair not far from the bed.

"Gandalf...where are my other companions?" She closed her eyes to remember their new names. "Rothrandir, Lothrendis, and Hitharn?"

"Lothrendis, I hear, is safe in Mirkwood. The two men, Rothrandir and Hitharn, find themselves in Minas Tirith." The elderly man smiled at her. "I am sure you have other questions."

Hermione closed her eyes and tipped her head back. "Where am I?"

"You are in Rivendell, in the House of Elrond. Your father. He is pleased you have returned to him. It was many years ago that he sent you to a place you would feel more accepted, or perhaps would learn more about yourself. He removed all of your memories and altered your appearance to look like that of a human woman. You were young then. You are his younger daughter; Arwen is his other child," he said, nodding slightly.

Hermione nodded, smiling. "Thank you for telling me."

Outside, she heard a loud ruckus and pushed her blankets away, finding that she wore the same sky-blue dress as she stood up, walking to the balcony. A golden-haired elf man was shouting, a darker-haired, elder man was trying to soothe him, and Arwen was helping a small, childlike figure off of a white horse.

"If you would excuse me, Hisiven. My presence is required elsewhere." Hermione nodded, glancing after the old one as he closed her door.

It would seem the small one in the party is injured, she thought as she turned away from the balcony. A silvery dress, much like the one Ginny had worn upon departure, was lain over a chair in the corner. It took her only a minute to change from the blue into the silver. A full-length mirror stood near; she positioned herself in front of it. She felt at home, finally, now that she watched her every move in the mirror.

"I am home," she muttered, walking out of the room.

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