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Chapter 6: Revelation

The Fellowship of the Ring enjoyed the peace and serenity of Lorien. Legolas would explore the Golden Woods with Gimli, who was now his close friend. Aragorn would spend time with the hobbits who spread their child like Whenever Hermione wasn't being doted upon by the elves, she would spend her time walking through the golden trees and listening to the music and songs of the elves, her kin.

Hermione found a letter on her mattress. It was addressed to her and had a red wax seal. She frowned, but opened it slowly. It read

Dear Hermione,

I am assuming that the reason you are now reading this letter, is that I have fallen and I cannot tell you this information myself.

The first subject I should reveal is the fact that Emily and David Granger have been killed by Death Eaters. You may wonder how I know this, but all I shall say is that I have contacts with someone you know with the name of Albus Dumbledore. I had contacted him before we had set out from Rivendell. Mr and Mrs Granger are not your true parents but your adoptive guardians.

The next is that you are in fact a direct descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw; therefore your surname is Ravenclaw. Your headmaster instructed the Sorting Hat to place you in Gryffindor so you could meet Harry Potter and fulfil your destiny. Rowena Ravenclaw was in fact from Middle Earth, and of Elven heritage. Her Elvish name was Luthien Tinuvel and she was born in Lothlorien, where you should be now.

You have already figured out that you are an elf, but the reason your true form was not revealed until you arrived in Middle Earth, was because you needed to train your magical abilities at Hogwarts.

You were destined to arrive in Middle Earth, so anything that happens was meant to be.

My regards to the Fellowship

Yours sincerely,

Gandalf the Grey

Hermione took deep breaths to steady herself. Her mind was whirling so fast that she felt faint; so she quickly sat down.

Suddenly she saw Lady Galadriel walking down some stone steps. She looked ethereal in her light white gown and almost seemed to float. Hermione dropped the letter and followed her down into a round dell. In the middle was a round basin with elvish engraved around the edge.

Galadriel took a silver jug, filled it from a small fountain and poured it into the basin. It stilled almost immediately and she said "This is the mirror of Galadriel, I have brought you hear so that you may look in it."

Hermione approached cautiously, "What will I see?"

Galadriel smiled mysteriously, "You may see many things."

Hermione bent her head to look at the water. Abruptly, the water turned black; Hermione gasped. There were flashing images across the water; the troll incident, Fluffy, a pair of evil yellow eyes, Buckbeak, a timeturner, a Hungarian Horntail, Harry appearing with a dead body, blood red words on her hand, purple flames coming at her, a dead Dumbledore, dead Harry, dead Ron, dead Ginny, a picture of her current form and the remaining Weasleys around the Burrow's kitchen table, Hermione watched transfixed.

She eventually tore her eyes away and looked at Galadriel in horror. Galadriel said mystically "You have suffered much sorrow, but when you let go, you will find peace." She paused then continued, "So you have found out your heritage."

Hermione nodded and said "What do I tell my friends?"

"Tell them what you may, when you may."

Hermione sighed resignedly and said "Thank you, good bye." And Hermione left to ponder everything that had happened that day.

Legolas could tell that something was bothering Hermione by the way she would stare into the distance and frown slightly. After their evening meal he approached her and asked what was wrong.

"Nothing, I'm just… thinking." She answered.

Legolas looked at her sceptically, "You know I'm not going to let this go?"

Hermione nodded her head and grinned mischievously, "That's why I'm not telling you."

Legolas smiled but said seriously "You know you can confide in me with anything?"

She smiled a real smile then, "Yeah, I know."

o.O.o.O.o

On their last night at Lothlorien, Aragorn informed the Company that Lord Celeborn would be providing three boats for the journey and other supplies.

They were now discussing which path to take; to go straight to Mordor, or go to Minas Tirith with Boromir. Hermione sighed, she didn't see what the fuss was all about; they obviously had to go to Mordor. If they went to Minas Tirith, the Company would just delay the ending of the war.

"Hermione, do you have something to contribute?" Aragorn said.

"Well yes, in fact I do." She answered, "We cannot force anyone to do anything, but I think we should go straight to Mordor. No offence, but if we go to Minas Tirith, we shall only postpone the day when Sauron is defeated."

Hermione looked at the impressed and scowling (Boromir) faces and said "It's logical, and wouldn't all of you go with Frodo to the heart of Mount Doom?" They nodded straightaway.

"We should go to bed now; we have a long day tomorrow." Hermione said; and go to bed they did; only sweet blissfulness eluded Hermione until an hour before dawn.

o.O.o.O.o

Hermione yawned as she shook sleep off and started to pack her bags. The elves came to bring them gifts of food and clothing. The food was mostly in the form of wafer biscuits; they were light brown on the outside and cream-coloured on the inside.

Gimli looked suspiciously at these and broke a corner off to nibble at; his eyes widened in surprise and he quickly ate the whole biscuit.

"This lembas stuffis much better than the way bread of the Dale men; apparently it tasted like dragon snot." He said licking his fingers.

Hermione looked at him with interest, "You know what dragon snot tastes like?" Gimli growled, and Hermione laughed, "But you must tell me about that sometime."

"Of course!" He agreed.

The elves next unwrapped and gave to each of the Company a hood and cloak, made according to their size, of the light but warm silken material that the Galadhrim wove. It was hard to say of what colour they were; perhaps grey with the colours of nature imbued into it. Each cloak was fastened about the neck with a broach, in the shape of a leaf veined with silver. Hermione put hers on at once and it felt warm yet cool at the same time.

After their morning meal the Company said farewell to the lawn by the fountain. Their hearts were heavy; for it was a fair place, and it had become like home to them. As they stood for a moment looking at the white water in the sunlight, Haldir came walking towards them over the green grass of the glade.

They greeted him with delight. He led them through Caras Galadhon, and the trees were whispering to them as they passed. They had gone a few miles when an opening came up, suddenly greeting them. The bright green grass was studded with elanor that glinted in the sun. The Silverlode was in front of them, sparkling with beauty; but the land on the other side of the river was barren.

On the banks of the Silverlode, three slender, grey boats were moored. In each of them were coils of strong rope. "Come," said Haldir, "All is now ready for you. Enter the boats! But take care at first!"

The Company was arranged this way: Aragorn, Frodo and Sam were in one boat; Boromir, Merry and Pippin in another; and Gimli Hermione and Legolas in the last. The boats were steered with short-handed paddles with leaf shaped blades. When all was ready Aragorn led them on a trial up the Silverlode. Hermione struggled with steering but eventually caught on to the technique.

They turned a sharp bend in the river, and there, sailing proudly down the stream towards them was a majestic boat, shaped like a swan. At the prow stood Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel; music came towards the Company as they drew nearer.

They all gathered on the banks of the Silverlode. Galadriel spoke to them, "Before we say farewell, I have brought gifts for each of you." She handed Aragorn a sheath with intricate silver designs; she also gave him a brooch with a silver eagle on it.

To Boromir, she gave a gold belt; and to Merry and Pippin she gave similar silver belts, each with a clasp wrought into a golden flower. To Legolas she gave a slender bow, like the ones the other Lothlorien elves used. She gave Sam a small wooden box with the earth of Lothlorien in it.

To Frodo she gave a vile with the light of Eärendil's star, the most beloved star of the Elves.

Next she went to Gimli, "And what gift would a Dwarf ask of an Elf?"

"None Lady," answered Gimli, "It is enough for me to have seen the Lady of the Galadhrim, and to have heard her gentle words."

She gave a tinkling laugh. "Surely you desire something? Name it." Gimli stuttered a bit before requesting a strand of her hair. The group of Elves erupted with mutterings. She gave him three and moved to Hermione.

She gave her a knowing smile. "This pendant will grant you your greatest desire, but only when you learn where you belong." And Galadriel gave Hermione a necklace with a leaf shaped pendant, much like their cloak brooches, but more elaborate and inlaid with jewels. Hermione put it on and felt a strange energy pulsing from it. Her hair fanned out behind her, resembling an elvish princess; just like Rowena Ravenclaw, although she didn't know it.

The Company took their places in the boats as before and pushed off; the Elves calling out their goodbyes. They passed Lady Galadriel and she stared at them intently as if reading their hearts. The travellers rounded a bend and the fair land of Lothlorien was hidden from view. The Fellowship was silent, thinking about their enchanting time in the Golden Woods.

Hermione asked Legolas "Legolas, do you know who Luthien Tinuvel is?"

Legolas was surprised, "Where did you hear that?"

"I heard one of the Elves singing about her." Hermione answered smoothly.

"Yes, I do know of her." Legolas continued, "She was one of the most beautiful and intelligent elven princesses in history. One day she disappeared from Lothlorien and nobody knew where she went. She came back after fifty years, but she was never the same again. She fell in love with a mortal man, Beren. She gave up her immortality for him and they had a beautiful baby daughter. Strangely though, she was one of the Firstborn. The young elf disappeared and her parents were distraught. Beren and Luthien died at a great age, but no one has ever seen her little daughter again." Hermione listened to the story enraptured. "Why do you ask?" Legolas said; but Hermione was too far away in thought to answer.

o.O.o.O.o

The Company stopped at evening and set up camp. It was almost eerily silent but they were not disturbed. Hermione never took part in conversation as she sat away from the group, not eating anything; Aragorn was concerned about her, and when she didn't fall asleep that night, he approached her small form and whispered "I know you are not asleep; walk with me." And he stood up and strode to the edge of the clearing.

Hermione gave a sigh and followed him. "Here," Aragorn said, handing her a piece of lembas.

"I'm not hungry." Came the instant reply, and Aragorn smirked slightly,

"Really? Now why is that? I have no recollection of you eating since Lothlorien."

Hermione huffed in annoyance, "You are way too nosy for your own good, you know? I take it you know the tale of Beren and Luthien?"

And when Aragorn nodded she continued, "Well, she was in my world too, except by a different name, Rowena Ravenclaw. She was one of the four that founded my school; but then, she disappeared one day. I suppose she returned to Middle Earth, but her daughter vanished, and I think that she went to Earth. She must have made a family and survived there."

Aragorn listened to the abrupt change in conversation, and was dumbstruck. "Any more secrets you wish to reveal?" He managed eventually.

Hermione shuffled sheepishly, "Um, actually, yes. Apparently, I'm Luthien's last living descendant as well." She blurted out. Aragorn's eyes widened and Hermione said quietly "Oops."

Suddenly he smiled, and said "I suspected something of that sort. I suppose you learned about your heritage in Lothlorien?" Hermione nodded, relieved to tell someone her secret; she yawned and her eyes started unfocusing.

Aragorn scooped her up and tucked her into her blankets. He watched her as her eyes glazed over and he turned and asked "You heard?" Legolas sat up and nodded.

"Do not speak of it until she is ready to share it with the rest of us." Aragorn told him.

"You know best, as always." Legolas said and went back to sleep; Aragorn lay down and followed suit.

o.O.o.O.o

They went steadily southward on the river. They had reached the barren lands and were constantly wary, as there was little cover. Hermione sometimes saw a log floating in the river; what was unusual, was the fact that she saw feet or eyes on the log.

Once, the Company had seen huge black swans flying across the sky. The reminder of life in these bare plains was much needed and spurred the Fellowship onwards. In the boats, there wasn't much to keep Hermione occupied; so Legolas told her many tales of great splendour.

The eighth night of their journey came. They had camped all day and were going to attempt journeying by dark. "We are coming to parts of the river that I do not know well." Aragorn said, "There are sure to be underwater rocks and crevices, so sail carefully." They paddled through the gloom and manoeuvred cautiously.

Suddenly Sam called out "Rapids, and lots and lots of rocks!" Sure enough, they had already approached the rapids and a row of teeth like rocks jutted out of the water. They struggled to turn around and paddle upstream.

There was a twang of bowstrings and arrows cam whistling through the air at the Company. "Orcs!" cried Gimli. They all pushed forward, expecting to feel the bite of black arrows. A sense of dread fell upon the Fellowship as a dark shape appeared in the sky.

Hermione whipped out her wand and charmed her and Legolas' paddles to paddle automatically. He looked surprised but notched his bow and aimed at the oncoming darkness. "Stupefy! Petrificus Totalus! Sectumsempra!" Hermione said.

Legolas released his arrow. It pierced the centre of the dark creature and there was a guttural cry as it fell out of the air. The air was clear as they paddled out of the rapids.

They made camp but lit no fire in fear of attracting unwanted visitors. Hermione listened to the conversation around her before drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

o.O.o.O.o

The Company carried the boats through the woods, in hope of reaching smoother passage along the river. They had travelled along the Silverlode a few miles when Aragorn spoke up "Behold the Argonath!" He announced, "The Pillars of the Kings!"

Two statues of great proportions stood on each bank of the river. Hermione thought that Aragorn resembled them a lot, though in more rugged clothes. They moored the boats and rested around a fire all thinking the same thing: 'Which way are we going to go?'