Summoned to Middle Earth

AN: I still own nothing.

Ch. 4

As they were traveling across country on horseback; Hermione was sitting back against Thorin, as he had control of the rains. She was mentally studying him; he had broad shoulders from the feel of her back, big thick arms as one of them was holding onto her. He had deep baritone voice; whenever he talked, it sounded like rolling thunder across her shoulder, when he spoke into her ear. It was enough to cause her body to be hyperaware of him; to the point that she had to question her sanity, was she trying to romanticize the situation that she was or was she falling for him for another reason.

She could barely feel much of him; do to his armor that he wore at all times, but she felt an electricity type of awareness, to where she could not stop touching him or wanting to be touched by him. Hermione was trying to throw such thoughts away; she had a job to do, and that was to help the Dwarves to gain back their homelands.

As she was going through this thought process; the rain had started to fall onto the company, without thinking about it, Hermione cast her spells upon the whole company to where they were kept dry and warm throughout the journey.

Thorin; who had seen such a thing happened, was shocked to feel that neither of his garments or his horse was getting wet or cold. He was starting to enjoy knowing that she had the company's wellbeing in front of her mind.

Then a thought popped into his head, 'She could be a good queen, to my people.' That thought alone nearly had him fall of his horse, if he had not had his arm across Hermione's waist and being snugged upon their seat of their horse.

She turned around to look over her shoulder and asked, "Is there something a matter?"

Thorin gave her a glare and stated, "I thought I saw something from a distance."

Hermione then asked, "Do you want me to spell an invisibility charm upon your company? With that charm in place, there will be no one; except your company, who won't see us."

Thorin had to think about it for only a moment and gave her a nod; which caused her to climb off of the horse and start casting her spell; which he could hear her say something that he had never heard before and started see, one by one; his company disappearing from his sight, along with the horses. Once it was his turn; he was able to see his men once more, then he saw her casting the spell upon Gandalf and herself, when she was done casting all the spells that she wanted to do, she put her wand back into her bag.

Thorin had helped Hermione to climb back onto their horse and sat before him, like before and started onto their journey, once more. He felt her magic was stronger than anything that he had ever felt before, stronger than even Gandalf's or even the Elven magic that he had in cantered before.

He asked, "Why is your magic stronger than Gandalf's, when he is one of the most powerful wizards here upon Middle Earth?"

Hermione sighed, "I don't know, maybe it's because I'm from another world. I wouldn't know unless Gandalf and I did a wizard's dual."

"What is a wizard's dual," asked Dori.

Gandalf was the one who answered, "It is when two wizards face each other and fight magic with magic and see who is the stronger of the two, or the smartest in some cases."

Bilbo then asked, "Are there any other wizards, besides you?"

Gandalf smiled, "There are five of us. There are the two blues." He thought for about a minute and said, "I don't remember their names. Then there is Radagast the brown, and there is also Saruman the white."

Bilbo then asked, "Radagast; who is he, is he a great wizard or is he like you?"

Gandalf gave Bilbo an unusual looked but answered, "Radagast is a great wizard of his own right, but he is known to be tender of beasts of the woods. He overlooks to the east; where great evil has been known to be, and it's a good thing too."

Hermione then asked, "What great evil, Gandalf; what are you not telling me?"

"Many a year; a dark lord, much like Lord Voldemort was taking over the world of Middle Earth. He was a welder of all that was evil and darkness upon this world. There was a great a great war with man and Elves on one side; while the dark lord and his followers of orcs, goblins, and many more, were facing each other with swords, spears, magic, and more. In the end it was the great king of man, who chopped of the fingers of the dark lord, where a powerful ring had rested, and with the power of the ring gone. The king was able to kill the dark lord, but the king didn't destroy the ring but aloud the ring to rule him and killed him. Now the ring has been lost all this time, until the evil comes back to rule the ring again."

Hermione had started to get chills from hearing the story of the history of Middle Earth. Thorin then grumbled, "It's just a legend."

Balin had spoken up, "All legends have a bit of truth, Thorin. You of all people should know that."

She asked Gandalf, "What was the king's name, the one who had fallen to the ring?"

"His name was Isildur son of Elendil; the King of Gondor of that time," Gandalf sighed. "I have a feeling that within another hundred years; things will start picking up, in the land of Mordor; the land of all things dark and evil."

"Where are we going?"

Thorin had spoken up, "The Lonely Mountain, Erebor."

Hermione could hear the passion of wanting to win back his homeland, the want and need to be part of it once more. She wanted to ask more about this last land, but knew that it was not time to ask such questions, maybe she could ask Balin later; when they had stopped for the night, to do so. For the moment; she would just enjoy the feeling of Thorin, with his left arm, wrapped around her as they went on their journey.