We're given two hours to collect all we need for the journey. Elrond, however, stops me.

"You may not integrate into the Fellowship well Hermione Granger," he says. "However, I will not stop your joining. Please, let me supply you with more...adequate clothing."

"Thank you," I say dipping my head down slightly.

"I am under the impression that another came with you. It's this true?"

"Yes," I say. Draco asked on our behalf. He is the other who accompanied us here."

"Ah. The raven haired man, he is not merely mortal. Half of his blood is elvish. You are also an elf. Elder daughter of Galadrial. There is someone here that you should meet."

Elrond leads me to a garden buzzing with life.

"This," he says, "Is-"

"Luna?" I ask.

"Hello Hermione," Luna says.

"Luna!" I embrace the younger girl.

"Not Luna," she corrects. "Celebdrian."

"Your sister," Elrond says.

"But..."

"I was sent away at birth as well. I'm a year younger than you Hermione."

My eyes widen.

"I knew I wasn't the only one," I mumble. "A sister."

It's a life strange having Luna Lovegood as a sister but it's good too.

"I wish that I could accompany you on your journey, but alas, I cannot. My fate differ from yours. And yes, Draco is in fact an elf."

"That's one suspicion confirmed," I say.

"Yes," she says. "I suppose so."

I smile at the girl. "Let Draco keep you company. He decided not to come with us."

She simply nods.

"You should pack," Elrond says. He gives me a stack of clothes.

The silent "and change" is not missed. I nod, hug my newfound sister, and head off to the room.

After I dress, I go to find Harry. I'm a little nervous about the trek to Morodor, but at least I don't have the weight of carrying the ring on my shoulders. Poor Frodo. All he wanted was to go home. Now he may never get the chance.

"So...Hermione," Harry mumbles. "What exactly is Morodor?"

"Have you ever seen Voldemort's stronghold?" I ask. He nods. "It's like that five billion times worse. Sauron is the greatest dark wizard of all time."

"So now there are two Dark Lords to defeat?"

"Yes, it appears that way."

"This aught to be fun."

I swat his arm. "Don't make fun of the situation Harry," I say. "I admire your ability to jest, but Harry, please don't joke about this."

"Okay," he says. "Okay. I see how serious this is."

"Thank you Harry," I say with a small smile.

"You're only trying to keep me out of trouble," he says. "You aren't too good at it though."

I slap his arm playfully and we laugh together as we walk towards fate.

Ooh cliffy! Sorry guys. Keep reading... I'll try not to dissapoint you. Love you all and you'll hear from me hopefully sooner than usual. I was gone at camp this week, and I'm sorry it took so long.

~In the Land of Morodor~