Ok, so I went back and read the last chapter. I realized it was very slow, and not really worth reviewing, and that's saying something, because I wrote it. So, here's the next chapter.
And all elvish is bolded, in case you didn't figure that out.
"Legolas, get them up," Aragorn ordered within ten minutes of escaping the mines.
Hermione ignored her feelings and stood, helping Sam up. Boromir and Aragorn were arguing about the abruptness of their continuation. Hermione agreed with Aragorn, they needed to keep moving. Orcs were on their trail. They shouldn't say in one place for too long.
They began their trek to the nearest forest. Gimli faltered before following Aragorn into the line of trees. Hermione felt herself relax as the shadows of the trees covered her. She didn't know why, but the shadows seemed to protect her, even though she knew that was not possible.
"Stay close, young hobbits," Gimli hissed, as the Fellowship walked on. "They say the great sorceress lives in these woods, an elf witch of terrible power."
"No," Hermione hissed in Gimli's ear, making his jump. "It's not me."
She brushed passed him with a smile. Legolas hid his grin, as the dwarf glared daggers into Hermione's back.
"As I was saying," Gimli snapped. "An elf witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell and are never seen again. Well, here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox."
Instantly, they were surrounded by elves with bows drawn. A male elf stepped forward. He had hair just a hint darker than Legolas, with a longer, more angled face.
"The dwarf breaths so loud, we could have shot him in the dark," he mocked, coolly. "Welcome," Haldir said, "Legolas son of Thranduil."
"Our Fellowship," Legolas replied, "Stands in your dept, Haldir of Lorien."
"Aragorn of Dúnedain, you are known to us."
"Haldir of Lorien," Aragorn said in elvish. "We come for your help. We need your protection."
Haldir looked through the Fellowship before his eyes fell on Hermione. His expression changed from dignity to that of worry and fear. "Nira?"
"I don't know who you are referring to," Hermione said. "I have never heard that name before. My name is Hermione."
"Forgive me, Lady Hermione," he replied with a bow. "I mistook you for someone else."
His eyes met Frodo's, and he said, "You bring great evil with you. You can go no further."
The Fellowship sat around while Haldir and Aragorn had a hushed conversation that only Legolas and Hermione could understand. Haldir finally relented before leading them through the forest.
The Fellowship followed him to a grand hall. Two elves entered. The man had long flowing robes and dark blonde hair. The woman wore a brilliantly white dress that seemed to give off light. Her long blonde hair hung in delicate waves below her simple crown.
"Nine there are here," the man said, "Yet ten there were sent out from Rivendell. Tell me. Where is Gandalf for I much desire to speak with him?"
"He has fallen into shadow," the Lady of the Wood, Galadriel, spoke in an airy voice. "The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while company is true. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go, now, and rest for you are wary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace, but I wish to speak to the youngest of your number."
Aragorn, Gimli, Boromir, and Legolas turned away and walked toward the door, stopping to wait on the hobbits. Haldir motioned for Hermione to leave, but she remained motionless as the hobbits walked toward the door.
"How old are you that hobbits know you do not surpass them?" Haldir asked her.
"Don't ask a woman her age, elf," Gimli growled. "They don't like it."
"He learns fast," Hermione muttered. "I'm eighteen or ninety, but I go by eighteen."
"You are a child," Haldir snapped.
Gimli stepped forward and pulled Haldir away, warning, "Don't make any comments about her being a woman or being young. I made that mistake, and I won't do it again."
Once Hermione and Galadriel were alone, Galadriel led Hermione to a basin. She filled the basin with water, as Hermione watched her in question.
"The mirror," Galadriel said mysteriously, "shows all that has been, that is and that has not yet come to pass."
She motioned for Hermione to look into the glassy liquid. She saw her life at Hogwarts flash backwards from the battle to first year, then to her Muggle life, but it didn't stop at her earliest memory.
She saw an elf that looked the same as she did sitting next to Legolas. She didn't recognize the place or see it all that well. Legolas was laughing as the girl next to him blushed. The scene changed to Legolas looking at the girl, who lay dead on a cot. Legolas looked at the girl as his composed, emotionless façade crumbled and a tear slid down his cheek, "Nira."
Hermione fell back from the basin, breathing hard. She looked at Galadriel, who stared back, sympathetically.
"You will remember in time," Galadriel said quietly. "Now, you must rest. Be at peace."
The Fellowship sat in their temporary housing tents, as a song filtered through the trees. Gimli and Boromir ignored it, while the rest stopped to listen. Aragorn and Legolas seemed to relax, stopping their worry of where Hermione had vanished to.
"A lament for Gandalf," Legolas stated.
"What do they say about him?" Merry asked.
"I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near."
He put his belongings into his tent, before walking through the trees, absently. He didn't know how long he's been wandering, until he happened upon Hermione. He smiled as she sat in a clearing in a white gown, bathed in moonlight. He started as her heard her soft sobs and walked over to her. He sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. Hermione buried her head in his chest, and he wrapped his other arm around her, letting her cry.
"Hermione," he whispered into her hair as her sobs calmed. "You are an elf. You are strong. You need not cry."
"How can you act like nothing happened?" She asked in a hoarse whisper.
"I have learned to control my emotions, as will you in time. You are still young. I am not."
Hermione looked at him with watery eyes and a smile, "Are you calling yourself old?"
"Yes, I am," he replied.
He leaned forward and kissed her lightly. He pulled away from her quickly, blushing slightly. Hermione brushed the hair off his face and behind his shoulder. Legolas held his breath at the slight contact as her fingertips brushed his neck, hoping she hadn't noticed.
"Legolas," she muttered, before pressing her lips to his.
OShe wrapped her hand around the back of his neck as he snaked his arms around her waist. He ran his tongue against her soft lips, which parted allowing him to explore her mouth. He shifted them so Hermione was lying down on her back. Her hair flared out around her head. Legolas held most of his weight on his arms as his long hair fell around his face.
"Nira," he whispered against her lips.
Hermione froze, and he realized what he'd done. He was about to apologize when she got a distant look in her eyes. She gasped and her head rolled to the side as she fell unconscious.
Oooooo What happened to Hermione? Review to find out.