I can only hope I make you all happy with this! First chapter of Legolas and Hermione interacting without any interference.
The only thing I own here is the plot.
Hermione awoke in the middle of the night. She rubbed her eyes and flung aside her bedding, pulling on a silken robe as she walked onto the balcony.
"I hate nightmares.." she muttered, rubbing her eyes again as she looked up at the moon.
"Was it a nightmare, or a vision of the days to come?"
She spun around, holding her robe tight across her chest. "Legolas!" Exasparated, she walked back under the cover of the rooftop and slid a strand of hair behind her left ear. "I am no Seer," she muttered to herself.
"Your father can predict the future; it would not be too far-fetched for you to bear some of his talent," Legolas said, leaning against the wall. "What did you dream of?"
Hermione shook her head, her face already upset as she thought of it.
"Tell me, Hisiven" he said, smiling just a little.
"There was," she swallowed roughly, "so much death. Corpses littering a stone hall. A winged figure of flames and blackness. A collapsing staircase. Creatures for which I have no name." The dream had been fractured into a thousand pieces; nothing fit coherently. "It can't be a vision...can it?"
Legolas walked towards the girl. "I know not if it is a vision or simply a nightmare. I can only say that in the current state of our world, such a dream could, in fact, become reality." His hand clamped on her left shoulder. "I suggest you consult your father about this; it is possible he will know."
She nodded, turning to look at him.
"You always looked so beautiful under the moonlight, even when you were just a baby," he said very softly.
"If it isn't too personal a question...how old are you? For that matter, how old am I? I hear talk of time rifts between the worlds."
"You are near seven-hundred years of age, by this world's time. Lord Elrond tells me that, in the other world, the one you, Rosmir, Lothrandis, and Hitharn travelled from, you are not even eighteen; but I will always count your age by this world," he said. "I myself am five years past seven-hundred. I was fourteen when you were born." His eyes, on hers since she'd turned, flicked down to the diamond pendant she wore. "I was the one who noticed the Wild Star pendant's glow return."
Hermione blushed, feeling her right ear, marvelling again at its pointed shape. "I've been asking a lot of people for that information; no one would tell me. Thank you," she said, smiling just a little as she sat down on the edge of her bed. Legolas seated himself beside her.
"I am unsurprised; they would expect you to remember things like that," he said softly. "Would you like to know more?" Hermione nodded. "Well, then. Father would not leave home to meet you. We only discovered that you were in Rivendell after your father, so happy he was, sent many riders bearing the news across the land.
"I came with two others, a pair of friends, the same two I arrived here with today. They were surprised by my choice to bring the Wild Star with me; they feared I would be wrong, and so would be disappointed. They were wrong about that," he said, smiling. "I met you for the first time when you were just three weeks of age. It was a full moon...I remember that clearly. Your skin gleamed like pearl. Your blue eyes glowed like Ithildin under the moon's influence.
"Everyone was so happy. I didn't want to ruin that happiness, so before we left, I wrote a note to your father, telling him who I believed you were, and put the necklace with it," he said. "When I gave it to him, he told me your name. Hisiven...Maiden of Mist. It is fitting; you were lost to time, to the Mist, for so long, we were all afraid. And then the stars began to sing of your return to this realm. It is good to have you here again."
Hermione blushed, putting a hand over her mouth for a second before she said, "It feels good to be here. We left the other world wondering what it'd be like to come here. I feel like I'm home now."
"Because this is where you were meant to be, Hisiven," he said, placing a fingertip under her chin. "Tell me what it was like."
"Well...it was stressful, to say the least. Since I didn't know this about myself, everyone thought I was your average Muggle-born witch - a witch born to non-magical parents. Some people thought I was worthless; just a piece of trash that didn't deserve to walk the halls of the school." She rubbed her eyes. "There was one boy in particular, an egomaniac named Draco Malfoy. He was the worst, and probably still will be, because I'm going to have to go back there...
"The first two friends I found were Harry and Ron. Harry's here, under the name of Hitharn. Ginny and Luna came to the school a year later. Rosmir and Lothrandis are their...local...names. I didn't meet Luna until three years later, though. Ron and I actually hated each other at the start." She laughs, letting herself fall back, hands under her head.
"The year I met Luna, we had the worst teacher ever join the school. She just wanted us to read and not practice, not have preparation for what was out there. What still is out there. An entity almost as cruel as the villainous force here. He wants to make Muggles the slaves of the magical world. He feels nothing. His soul is, literally, in pieces, and the parts that are no longer an actual part of him are encased in these other things. Simple things, like a diary, a ring, a locket...and maybe one snake." She smiles, blushing a little.
Legolas laid back beside her, watching her expressions. "Why a snake?" he asked.
"The snake, Nagini, is something of a pet of his. I've never seen it myself, but Harry has," she muttered, rubbing a hand over her face.
The two laid there, talking about Hermione's school years until about an hour before dawn, when Legolas excused himself from her company. She sat up, letting him walk away, before walking over to the mirror. The diamonds really did glow. She hadn't noticed it before. It was pretty, and made her seem more like some ethereal being.
It made her believe she truly belonged here.
Let's see how many people figure out the nightmare. .