Chapter 2
2,981 years later
There had been wars in Middle Earth, and a Dark Lord had come and gone. The Templar had not interfered, per the Valar's recommendations and many others had come through the veil, and been assimilated into their new culture. The Templar, as they called themselves, had built up a fabulous city of healing in the center of all the major cities, planting a forest to grow around it.
Hermione Granger had worked with various people to come up with a new variation of the Patronus charm, called a guide, and used it to establish themselves among the people of this world. It allowed the Templar to send out a glowing animal that sought people in need, and reassure them, leading them to the Templar to get healing help. When they left, they would remember the Templar, but never where the city was. Not all of the people were healers, though. Some had an affinity for the elements, and others battle magics, potions, transfiguration, or the other magics taught at Hogwarts. Some preferred the battle skills to make them generals and warriors, like archery and swordsmanship, which had been dubbed as muggle in their first world. There was a school where the experts in their field taught the young ones, and the children. A very few had an affinity for all the skills, and Harry and Hermione were a couple of those. The leaders of the Templar were Sirius and Sirena, and Harry was their heir, in spite of their three children. The Valar dropped in occasionally, and eventually it was found out that his name was Tulkas, and he was known as the Brave One. Today was one of those days.
"Valar Tulkas." Harry greeted. He gestured to the school, which doubled as their meeting hall, and followed the god-like being into it. A patronus to Sirius and Sirena brought the Templar leaders to the room they used as a conference room.
"I came because it is time." Tulkas started. The three leaned forward in their seats. "Sauron will rise again, and the Templar can prevent the suffering of many if they involve themselves." Sirius and Harry exchanged cautious looks.
"We have been peaceful for more than 2,000 years." Sirius said slowly.
"Exposing ourselves only to involve ourselves in a war is not what we had in mind." Sirena added.
"And yet, we could prevent the suffering of many." Harry reasoned.
"Harry is right. Voldemort and Dumbledore brought suffering to us. We have a responsibility to save others from experiencing that." Sirena reasoned.
Sirius nodded reluctantly. "What do you wish of us?"
"As we speak, four hobbits and Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir, are being attacked by the Nazgul. I will send them your way, that you might save the dying one, the Ring Bearer."
"Very well. Hermione and I will rest, and a guard will wake us when it is time to heal them." Harry decided once and for all.