Part 4 of More to The Story. It's about a family that are the key-holders and Gatekeepers between our world/Wizarding World and Middle Earth. Adventure, friendships, and love. Part 4 picks up after the final battle of The Battle of the Five Armies, with equal parts of books and movies with the crossovers. OC's and real characters.

Everyone is together, dwarves, humans, elves, witches, and wizards, either in Dale or in Erébor. However, Jordan's curse has finally take over and she has the hardest choice she will ever have to make: love for the dwarf she would spend the rest of her life with, or the life of her brother who is counting on her to rescue him.

I do not own anything from the Hobbit or Harry Potter; only the OC's and their story. All Harry Potter/Hobbit references and characters belong to J.K. Rowling, J. R. R. Tolkien, and Peter Jackson.

Chapter 7

The procession following Jordan's body into the tombs was longer than the family ever thought possible. Fili, Blair, Ruben, Jeremy, Kili, Bifur, Karah, and Thorin all carried her stretcher. Priscilla walked with Nicole, Bard, and the children. The rest of the company of dwarves followed them, with Bilbo and Gandalf. And finally, Lord Elrond with Elladan and Elrohir.

The procession was lined with dwarves, humans, and elves all the way down to the tombs of the mountain. Thorin and some of the company personally arranged a space to bury Jordan in the Durin family tombs.

When they passed Galadriel, who stood with her husband, Celeborn, Thranduil, Beórn, and Radagast, René caught her eye. Please help Aunt Dan. René silently begged the wise she-elf through her mind's connection. She did not know what impulse her to go to her for help. For some reason, Galadriel reminded her of an angel, and the only person who might be able to do something.

Galadriel softly smiled at the little girl. The faith of children was incredible, trusting in others even they don't understand what's going on around them. I promise. She overheard the story of the young witch and wizard returning to their world with the dwarf princes, hoping to find a potion that would wake Jordan from a deep sleep. Galadriel had taken their word that Jordan was indeed deceased, so she did not bother to try to enter her mind for a second time. Now, she would have to wait until everyone was gone from the tombs to try. The family may not appreciate her intrusion on their closure.

When they placed Jordan on the stone slab in the middle of the tomb, each person came forward and gave their last goodbyes. Priscilla and Ruben were first, followed by Karah and the rest of the family and procession.

Fili waited to be last. He still refused to utter a word as he looked down at his love. It was difficult to see her through his red tear-filled eyes. He had to keep wiping his nose so he did not drip on her. His soul was breaking and he was not sure how he was going to go on without her. Trying to catch his breath, he gently grazed her cheek and touched his forehead to hers, then kissing her empty lips. Pouring the last of his heart into his final goodbye.

Jordan was laid to rest covered by a stone coffin and the tomb sealed with a large stone. Priscilla had made a special monument for her daughter and son in law to connect with Jordan, and it brought a sense of peace to the rest of the family.

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The rest of the day just dragged for the Gatekeepers. No one had any energy or motivation to do anything. Priscilla and Ruben shut themselves off from the world in the chamber Thorin offered to them for their stay. The grief broke their hearts. It was unnatural for a parent to bury a child. Even more so to bury a grandchild.

Nicole and Alicia kept everyone else together the best they could. It helped with having to care for René and Gage. They did not get the opportunity to shut themselves off because there were people who needed them. Along with Karah, they continued to brew Wiggenweld Potion and other healing remedies to help the injured. Blair was sent back to bed until he was strong enough to help the kingdom in some way. Jeremy offered his services to Thorin to use magic to rebuild the mountain and continue the clean-up from the mess left behind from Smaug.

The elves and men were still seeing to their own wounded; bringing forth their most dire to the elf healers and witches for magical help. Galadriel and Celeborn counselled with Thranduil over their midday meal about moving forward with the human and dwarf relations. As well as the festering spider problem in Mirkwood.

It was still bright outside when Galadriel excused herself from the council. She kissed her husband's cheek, "Come to the mountain for the evening meal. I'll meet you there. There is something I need to do."

Celeborn returned the kiss on her lips, "go so you may return to me."

Leaving camp quickly was the easiest part; getting inside the mountain secretly was going to be much more difficult. She stared at the main gate of Erébor and calculated her next move. Looking down at her ring, Nenya, it glowed even brighter as if sensing it was about to perform a miracle. She smiled with hope and was gone.

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Jordan lay unmoved during the hours she spent inside the tomb. In her dead like sleep, she felt like she was in a state of limbo, not fully asleep nor awake. The potion induced slumber that kept her body magically alive was slowly wearing off. A person cursed with Draught of Living Death would need more than just the Wiggenweld Potion to wake, they needed a kiss. But as they were not given at the same time, it would take much longer for the person to wake. What Jordan did have on her side was Fili's kiss was true love, which is the strongest magic.

Earlier, she dreamed of her happiest memories before she was cursed. Playing with her brother and cousins. Exploring around their new home in the states, talking with other children in the neighborhood. Then she was pulled away from her memories when she tasted mint, bloom berry, and other flavors. She smelled strange aromas. Then, not being able to help it, she swallowed the Wiggenweld potion that someone had poured in her mouth. She then entered this state of limbo. She felt numb of all physical feeling, no pain from her injuries, no warmth or coolness, not even her magic. She was trapped there for a long time and she did not know what to do. It was even later she felt something pressing down on her mouth. It felt so sad, broken, and it made her want to weep. Far away, there was mumbling. Only she could not understand the words. Lastly, there was light behind her closed eyes, her lids refusing to open. Her muscles would not move. Her lungs would breath very small and subtle breaths. Moments later, the light was gone and it was pitch black.

Now, it was much later. Unbeknownst to Jordan, a soft glow illuminated in the tomb. Galadriel appeared at Jordan's feet. She used her ring to lift the top of the coffin, and waited. Studying the body, she would have guessed Jordan really was dead. Penetrating the mind's barrier and speaking to Jordan without a sound, Hello.

Jordan's body jerked from the fright of someone entering her mind again. Not expecting a visitor in limbo, she panicked and tried to run away. But in limbo, there was nowhere you could go! She could not even tell if she was sitting or standing. It reminded her that her mind and thoughts were never private and she would have to find a way to protect herself from invaders. If she was attached to her body, she could shoot fire at her attacker. Only she did not know where it was or how to get back to it. Her breathing continued to grow in strength and she was still waking from her slumber when she saw light again and heard a voice speak to her like the person was standing right next to her. It frightened her and she jerked again without fully waking. Answering cautiously, who's there?

I mean you now harm. I want to help.

With what? Who are you?

I am Galadriel.

Wait! I've seen you before. No please, don't hurt me! Please, leave me alone.

I won't hurt you, I promise. I can help you with your curse. Come forth from there!

Jordan tried to defend herself, to push her away and out of her mind. Her strength was gone, and her magic drained. There was nothing she could do to protect herself. At Galadriel's insistence, Jordan felt her body relax and regain control of her muscles. She drew in a deep breath and her eyes slowly opened. Carefully, she sat up from the slab. Seeing the powerful she elf at her feet made her freeze in fear. The last time they met, Jordan was tortured.

On the outside, Jordan thought Galadriel was the most magnificent, alluring, and graceful elf she had ever seen. Her long wavy blond hair was elegantly pulled back and topped with a woven silver tiara. Dressed in all white, she glowed brightly in the dark room. As beautiful as she was, Jordan could see how terrible she could be if she really wanted to. And she had also already experienced Galadriel's power more than once, making her even more terrified to be near her.

Please, leave me alone. Jordan begged, tears formed in her eyes while she curled her legs into her chest to make herself small.

Be at peace, Jordan. I will not harm you. I only want to talk to you.

Jordan stared at her for a long moment. She wanted to believe her, truly. Only she had been through so much and hurt too many times. Where are we?

In the tombs of Erébor.

Am I dead?

No.

I should be. I deserve to be. Please, let me die to end this agony! Jordan dragged her hands through her hair, her lucky hat falling off behind her, and laid her head on her knees.

Galadriel felt a whole in her chest where her heart should be, seeing the anguish this young woman had been through. And she had seen the very same thing in her own daughter, Celebrían, before she left for the Undying Lands. Jordan, I want to help you break your curse.

You can't. No one can.

I'd like to try. You don't deserve to live like this.

I don't deserve to live at all! And if I am to live, then I do deserve this curse. I've done terrible things. I've hurt people; hurt my friends and family, betrayed them all.

You don't deserve anything of the sort. Galadriel sat down at the end of the slab. She noted how Jordan shrunk away from her further, so she scooted back to put her at ease. I have a daughter. She is in the Undying Lands now. Like you, she was tortured, poisoned, and lived in torment of her horrors every day." Her eyes fell as she thought about the memory. "It tore my heart to pieces to take her there. I wanted her to stay with me and her family, to keep fighting, keep trying, live again. But it was too much for her. I brought her to the Undying Lands to give her peace. I can't take you there as it is not a place for you. But as a mother, I'm going to beg you to keep fighting, keep trying, and live your life. Don't give up on yourself."

I can't live like this! I can't take this life anymore! I can't handle the curse, the fear, or my hate. I hate them and what they did to me. I'd rather be free and dead, than cursed and alive. She sobbed into her hands harder than she ever had.

Galadriel gently placed a hand on her shoulder. When Jordan jumped at her touch, she would not remove it. Speaking out loud, "your curse is already broken. True love can break any curse. The sacrifice of your own happiness, your own life, broke your curse when you took your brother's place. That's how magic works."

Jordan looked up with disbelief. What? She signed.

"You are free of the curse. All that is left is to wash away the Blackness from your mind, heart, and body. I can help you with this."

At what cost? Jordan asked suspiciously.

"Nothing. I have seen how you were cursed as a child. And your brother explained to everyone what happened to you when your parents were murdered." Galadriel stated. "I want to help you, Jordan. I want to take this burden from you. And my granddaughter would never forgive me if I didn't help you."

Jordan did not want to believe her. Nothing in life is free. What do you want?

Lady Galadriel gently grasped her hand. "I want you to be happy. I want to see you live a long, happy, and healthy life. Do what my daughter couldn't."

Don't you get to see her?

"No. She is in a land far away that I am not allowed to enter. So please, be the person you were meant to be, and live your life. Don't give up." Galadriel stood before Jordan. "I want to free you from this burden. I want to help you because I could not help my daughter. Please, let me."

Jordan stared at her hands and arms. In her skin, she could still see the faded black speech marks. She stood from the slab and nodded.

Galadriel placed her hand with Nenya on Jordan's head and spoke beautifully musical words in a language Jordan did not understand. It felt like warm water cascaded down and washed away the coldness she always felt. Gently, Galadriel commanded, "speak."

I don't know how. Jordan shook her head; she knew it would be pointless. She had not been able to utter a word since she was a little girl. Even if her curse was broken, she doubted her vocal cords would work properly.

"Look down at the floor." Galadriel coaxed. "Do you see that dark puddle? That is all that is left from the curse. Light from a new day will wash it away from the stone floor with its bright warm light. But it will never hurt you again, nor anyone else. You are free to speak with you voice, sing, yell, or whisper. But please, keep living." She sensed how afraid and uncertain Jordan was. Using two fingers, she lifted Jordan's chin for their eyes to meet. "When you are ready, you will be able too."

Thank you. Jordan signed.

"Let's go meet your family. Come, I'll walk with you."

I can't. I can't go to them.

"Why do you think that?"

It's my fault my parents are dead. It's my fault Blair was captured, tortured, and almost murdered. I betrayed them and all my friends. I can't go to them. They won't want to see me. They won't want me near them.

"That is not true. Your grandmother avenged your parents by killing Milhauke herself. Prince Fili avenged your honor by killing his apprentice. They want you back, Jordan." Galadriel could tell she was almost ready to cave and believe the words she spoke. She made one more push in her argument, "if there was one thing I would ask for right now, it would be to hold my daughter. I know your grandmother feels the same way about your mother. Neither of us can do that, but we can hold our granddaughters. Please don't run away from her, or the rest of your family. Prince Fili has not spoken a word to anyone, vowing to honor you in every way he can, including a vow of silence. He also would trade the world to have you back."

Jordan took a long time and thought about her options. She always had her back up plan about what she would do and where she would go. In her heart, she did not want to leave. She did not want to run away from a home that promised to be full of the people she loved so dearly. And now she owed it to Galadriel to trust what she was saying. If her doubts were realized, she would leave, no questions asked. Upon her decision, she stepped out of the black puddle, making her first step to recovery.

Galadriel smiled and waved her ring to move the stone door away from the tomb. "Let's not keep them waiting any longer. Don't forget your wand."

Jordan nodded and retrieved her wand. Taking a deep breath, she excited the tomb. Who is your granddaughter?

"Lady Arwen, daughter of Lord Elrond." The tall elf's smile spread wider as she thought of the similarities her granddaughter and this young witched shared.

Together, they exited the tomb and ascended the stairs to where the living roamed in the great halls of this magnificent kingdom.