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Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli were in a permanent residence waiting on Hermione to wake. After Hermione had fallen unconscious, Legolas had taken her to see Galadriel, who had them put her in a bed to rest. Legolas told Aragorn what had happened, but left Gimli ignorant.
They all started when Hermione screamed. Legolas stepped toward her, but she pulled away from him.
"Hermione," he said, "I'm sorry for what I did."
As soon as she heard his voice, she fell into his arms and cried.
"Why are you sorry?" she sobbed. "I should have listened. I was stupid and selfish."
"You didn't do anything wrong," he whispered to her.
"You told me not to, and I should have listened."
Aragorn and Gimli stepped toward the pair, wanting to make sure Hermione was alright.
"Who- What- Where am I?" she asked.
"You are in Lorien," Aragorn said. "You're safe now."
"What happened?"
Legolas answered in elvish, "I kissed you, and you passed out."
"No," she muttered, shaking her head, "That's not right. I was with- and I got- but I thought-" she trailed off.
"Hermione?"
"Oh Merlin," she whispered. "I was dreaming, but everything was so vivid. I don't get it. Unless-"
She remembered what Galadriel had told her at the basin. She would remember in time. What would she remember, though? She recalled that the girl in her dream and the girl from the basin looked exactly alike. What had she been called? Nira. Where had she heard that name before? Haldir had called her that when they had arrived, and Legolas had said it before she started dreaming.
"Who was she?" Hermione asked Legolas suddenly. "Who was Nira?"
"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I shouldn't have-"
"Just tell me who she was," Hermione snapped, getting annoyed.
"She was my wife," Legolas said quietly.
"How'd she die?"
"How do you know she's dead?"
"You aren't married, are you?"
"I wasn't with her when she was killed. I just know she was shot, while healing a fallen soldier."
"Who was she healing?" Hermione asked, shock and panic running through her.
"Haldir."
Hermione felt her body lose the strength to hold itself upright and slumped into Legolas. Her calculating mind was working in overdrive, processing the information. She twisted her ring around her finger, absently, as she thought things over. Legolas seized her wrist and pulled it so he could look at her ring.
"Where did you get that?" he growled, his hand tightening on her wrist.
"I don't know anymore," she whispered. "I don't think I really know anything anymore. I'm so confused. Why didn't he tell me? why didn't he just explain to me who I was or am or am meant to be or whatever I am."
She ran her hands though her hair in frustration. She pulled away from Legolas and stood, pacing the floor slowly. She lost herself in her thinking, and forgot about her audience of three, who stood silently.
"It's just my overactive imagination," she reasoned. "Haldir called me Nira, and I unconsciously thought about it. Then, Galadriel showed me the mirror, and my imagination put two things together without proof. And with everything Gandalf told me, of course I would throw everything into one. I used to do that all the time.
"But how did I know that she had been shot? The mirror. I must have unconsciously noticed that. But how in Merlin's name did I get her healing Haldir? It's just coincidence. I just thought that since he called me Nira, he was close to her. And he looked scared to see me, so he must have seen her die. That's it. I'm completely sane.
"But what about her? I guess I put some of myself into my dreams. I wouldn't back away from a fight, so she didn't either. She was like Tonks. She didn't care if she died if it meant protecting Ithilwen."
Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other quickly, before both drew their swords, or in Legolas' case, a long knife. Hermione jumped at the sudden movement and noise, falling to the ground. Legolas put the blade under her chin, looked menacing. Her heart raced as all sympathy and care vanished from his eyes.
"How do you know that name?" he growled. "How do you know the name of Nira's daughter?"
"Oh Merlin," Hermione breathed. "It wasn't a dream. That's what Galadriel meant."
"How do you know the name?" Legolas growled again.
"I don't know," Hermione cried. "He never explained that, so I can only guess. But tell me one thing. When Nira healed Haldir, was he shot in the leg?"
"How did you know that?" he asked darkly, pressing his blade against her neck, drawing a thin line of blood.
"You wouldn't kill me," she snapped. "You're too weak."
"Don't tempt a prince, peasant."
"Peasant?" she asked, unable to resist the urge to say it. "Since when am I a peasant? I thought I was a spoiled little witch princess."
Legolas took a step backwards, shocked by what she said.
"Gandalf said that when someone earned my trust, I could tell them whatever I wanted. It takes a lot to earn my trust. So, don't take it lightly when I tell you that you've earned it. I was trying to come up with the best time to tell you, so I guess now is."
She stood and touched the cut on her neck, healing it easily. She sat down on the edge of the bed, making the room soundproof. Legolas and Aragorn didn't move even to sheath their blades.
"I think it is best if I got the shocks over with first. Just don't interrupt. I really hate it when people do that. First, what is certain. I am the only heir to Rowena Ravenclaw. I found out about it literal the day of council. So, I actually was representing elves, but Gandalf didn't what it known that I survived my parents' murder. Second is just my guessing, which tend to be correct. I think I'm Nira reincarnated. Between the way I look and the memories that experiences here trigger, it's the only logical answer."
"What did you see when Galadriel showed you the mirror?" Legolas asked.
"I saw two things that I didn't recognize, but something tells me, they weren't the future. I don't know what it is, I just know. The first was you making her blush. I don't know why. The second was the one that told me that I'm Nira."
"What was the memory?"
"I was," she stopped, not saying more.
"You were?" Gimli prompted.
"Dead," Hermione whispered.
"Where did you get that ring?" Legolas asked.
"I've had it for as long as I can remember. I don't know where I got it. I used to wear it around my neck, before it fit."
Aragorn pulled Gimli out of the room, giving to two elves privacy. Legolas put his sword down on a table, before pulling Hermione to stand in front of him. He pulled a chain from under his neckline and pulled it off. He opened his hand, revealing a ring identical to Hermione's in his palm. He slid the ring onto his left ring finger, before taking her left hand. Her pulled the ring off her middle finger and moved it to match his.
Hermione gasped as memories of their wedding flowed into her mind. Her father had not been there and had taken her daughter from her. She looked at Legolas and smiled.
"It was beautiful, our wedding," Hermione whispered.
"Marriage transcends time and death," he whispered looking into her eyes.
Legolas pulled her lips to his, waiting for protest before deepening it, passed that of before in the clearing. He picked her up and lay her on the bed, before climbing on top of her to continue the kiss. Hermione unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. She ran her hands over his soft, smooth chest making his groan.
"God, woman," he growled. "Must you destroy my control and concentration?"
His lips found hers again in desperation. One hand supported his weight while the other ran down her body. She moaned lightly at his touch. He moved to kiss along her jaw and down her neck.
"Legolas," she hissed, "We shouldn't do this now. We need rest. We'll be leaving in a few hours."
Legolas growled but moved off her. She hated the loss of contact, so she moved on top of him. she rested her head on his chest and took his left hand in her right as he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I love you, Nira," Legolas said.
She smiled and looked at him.
"You like it, don't you?"
"You're still going to have to call me Hermione while Boromir and the hobbits are around."
"I can live with that, as long as I have my Nira."
He kissed her forehead, and they allowed themselves to fall asleep.
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