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A/N: Hey guys! I hope you all enjoy this next chapter! As I’m on holiday now, I am aiming to get a few chapters up this month, if possible, between family stuff.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ01iFY1GNkD
The day following their arduous struggle on Mount Caradhras dawned all too soon for the members of the Fellowship. Hermione found herself seated quietly in the cool grass, her gaze fixed on the tranquil outline of the mountain. As she sat there, she marvelled at the resilience that had carried them through such a daunting challenge, still in awe of how they had persevered and overcome the trial together.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv47QeP4KKd
She sighed gently, easing herself back on her arms and crossing her legs at the ankles. Around her, the rest of the Fellowship remained asleep, the quiet sounds of their breathing mingling with the soft hush of early morning. Hermione understood that soon enough, the camp would stir and the day’s journey would begin anew. For now, she cherished the tranquillity—a fleeting interlude before the bustle resumed. As she watched the horizon, her thoughts settled, and a smile touched her lips. The sun, emerging slowly, painted the sky with pale gold and soft pink.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQSox256X9v
‘You are awake,’ a voice said quietly from behind Hermione, causing her to startle. Instinctively, she got to her knees, wand raised in a defensive posture as she turned to face them.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUbEfVgYB1u
When Hermione realised it was Legolas, she immediately relaxed and lowered her wand. Relief flooded her features as she let out a quiet, embarrassed laugh. ‘Oh! Sorry…’ she said, her cheeks tinged with pink. Slipping her wand back into her sleeve, she offered a small, apologetic smile. ‘Habit,’ she explained with a slight shrug, hoping he would understand her caution after all they had faced.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXP9Vdtxw7w
Legolas nodded and moved to stand beside her, his eyes settling on the sun as it crested the horizon in the distance. For a moment, they both watched the soft golden light spreading across the mountains. Legolas then glanced down at Hermione, who was still kneeling in the dew-damp grass. ‘Did you have trouble sleeping?’ he asked, his tone laced with quiet concern.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡklDkfA4u8Y
Hermione, suddenly aware of just how close Legolas was standing, felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her. Wanting to regain her composure, she quickly rose to her feet, a faint blush colouring her cheeks. Avoiding his gaze, she turned her head away, willing herself to dispel the distracting thoughts crowding her mind. Brushing her fingers nervously through her hair, she managed to answer, ‘Um… no, I just wanted a moment alone before we leave.’127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgeAQ92pTm8
Legolas’s expression darkened as he processed Hermione’s words. ‘I see,’ he replied with a frown, his brows drawing together in concern.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡThNM2swgAS
Hermione finally let out a sigh. ‘It really is beautiful here,’ she murmured, her gaze drifting towards the distant peaks.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgY9rmrj6j3
Legolas gazed at her, his eyes softening. ‘Yes, it is,’ he said, his eyes searching, as if looking for something in her expression.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJbGi1CsbUc
Hermione met Legolas’s gaze, her breath momentarily catching at the intensity in his eyes. Drawing in a steadying breath, she tried to calm the rapid beating of her heart. ‘Will the rest of the journey be as difficult?’ she asked quietly, wringing her hands as her thoughts lingered on the hardships they had faced atop Mount Caradhras.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBt6oweCxOH
Legolas turned to Hermione and, noticing her anxious movements, gently took her hands. ‘As Lord Elrond told us, we cannot predict what will happen,’ he said softly, his voice measured and steady. Hermione met his gaze, her eyes wide with concern, searching his face. Legolas’s expression grew sombre as he continued, ‘There are things in this world that you cannot oppose, no matter how hard you try.’127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHzdolPCDaw
Hermione’s brow furrowed as she caught a fleeting expression in Legolas’s eyes—an emotion she could not quite decipher, vanishing almost as quickly as it had appeared. She lowered her gaze. ‘I’m worried,’ she admitted, her words barely audible. ‘Not for myself, but for the Hobbits. I keep wondering if everything that’s happened is already too much for them.’ With that, she gently withdrew her hands from Legolas’s grasp, folding her arms across her chest in a protective gesture, as though trying to shield herself.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd1ASP1RQHg
Legolas reached out and gently cupped Hermione’s chin in his hand. With a light touch, he tilted her face upwards so their eyes met. ‘Do not be ill at ease, Lady Hermione. The Hobbits have all of us to protect them,’ he assured her, his voice calm. As his thumb brushed softly over her jaw, Hermione couldn’t suppress a shiver at the unexpected tenderness.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYgFgcIbNHg
Hermione offered Legolas a shy, tentative smile, acknowledging the truth in his words. Yet, her gaze clouded with worry as she continued, ‘That is true, but the fear in their eyes…’ she began, her words trailing off as uncertainty gripped her. She shook her head slightly, unable to fully express the depth of her concern. Seeing her hesitate, Legolas gently withdrew his hand, giving her the space she seemed to need.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRvfu4VjeQO
Legolas nodded and, after a moment’s reluctance, averted his gaze from Hermione. ‘It is something they will learn to overcome with time,’ he said quietly, his eyes lifting towards the brightening sky.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwsesOC5CUR
Hermione let out a soft sigh, her gaze drifting upwards to the sky. ‘I hope so,’ she murmured, her tone carrying a hint of doubt.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm14RLvnHit
The rest of the Fellowship soon stirred from their slumber, the quiet morning quickly giving way to a flurry of activity. Voices called out to one another as the group began gathering their belongings and dismantling the campsite, the campsite now filled with laughter, urgent instructions, and the clatter of packs being readied.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEJ8ZK3hYtk
Once their preparations were complete, the Fellowship assembled and fell in line behind Gimli, who took the lead. Together, they ventured towards the looming silhouette of a massive aqueduct, its shadowy ruins barely visible through the swirling mist and lingering ice. When they arrived at the entrance, the Fellowship paused, their faces marked with frowns as they examined the cave’s foreboding darkness.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡapHAxoJ8IK
Draco folded his arms and tilted his head to one side. ‘Oh, that is nice,’ he drawled, his voice tinged with sarcasm as he surveyed the ominous entrance.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtTqSJ60nYz
Gimli raised his eyebrows. ‘What’s so nice about it?’ he asked, casting a dubious glance at the cave’s looming entrance.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHvBOHLbFJ4
Draco shrugged nonchalantly. ‘I was just wondering what some place sinister and foreboding would look like, and here it is!’ he announced, letting out a laugh that echoed briefly off the cavern walls. His attempt to lighten the mood was abruptly interrupted as Hermione, clearly unimpressed, delivered a swift punch to his arm. ‘Ouch!’ Draco yelped, recoiling slightly and rubbing the sore spot where her fist had landed. He shot Hermione a glare, irritation flickering across his face. She merely offered him a smug, satisfied smile in return.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGPggONW6kQ
Gandalf rolled his eyes and reached out to tap Draco lightly on the head. ‘Enough,’ he said, his tone firm and catching Draco off guard. Draco’s expression shifted, and he nodded at Gandalf, sulking slightly. With their attention refocused, Gandalf urged, ‘We need to move forward,’ prompting the Fellowship to prepare themselves for the trek into the shadowy depths of the cave.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKlKPU8p93w
The Fellowship proceeded cautiously along a rugged path that ran parallel to a narrow stream. The ground was slick with mud and scattered with loose stones, making the footing treacherous. Gandalf walked in proximity to Gimli, quietly conversing with the Dwarf.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxxBkBmzMML
Meanwhile, Draco, Harry, and Hermione were quick to notice Gandalf’s lack of enthusiasm regarding their passage through the ancient Dwarven halls. Hermione’s gaze swept across the surroundings, her apprehension growing as she took in the stark, desolate landscape. As they continued their trek through the cave, Hermione found herself increasingly surprised by the absence of any Dwarves. Given her understanding of Dwarven customs, she knew it was common practice for sentinels to guard the entrance against intruders. Yet, no such watchful presence greeted them. The strangeness of this absence weighed on her mind; in such circumstances, she would have even expected followers of Saruman to be lurking nearby, ready to intercept the Fellowship. Instead, the caves were eerily silent, broken only by the intermittent sound of water dripping from the ceiling and forming gentle ripples in the otherwise still stream.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTbcVoDKeKO
Gandalf gradually slowed his pace and, with a subtle motion, beckoned Legolas to move ahead and assume the lead. Quietly, Gandalf turned to Frodo and said, ‘Frodo, come help an old man,’ his voice carrying weariness. Gandalf placed his arm around Frodo’s shoulders, gently allowing himself to lean on the Hobbit for support. With a look of genuine concern, Gandalf asked softly, ‘How is your shoulder?’127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRo0vQO8s06
Harry, observing the exchange, appeared unsurprised by the wizard’s inquiry. In contrast, Hermione and Draco exchanged puzzled glances, silently puzzled by the reason behind Gandalf’s concern. They were unaware that Frodo had sustained a shoulder injury, and they wondered whether it had happened while they were on Caradhras.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfvlS6kLQvl
‘Better than it was,’ Frodo replied, his voice subdued as he reached up and pressed his hand to his injured shoulder. His brow furrowed, betraying lingering discomfort.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrOpwvpEjBq
Gandalf nodded, his expression anxious as he turned his attention to Frodo. ‘And the Ring?’ he asked, his voice edged with concern. Frodo opened his mouth, ready to respond, but hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. 127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUgux6ZDH7O
Gandalf paused in his steps, prompting Frodo to stop as well and look up at him. ‘You feel its power growing, don’t you?’ Gandalf continued with a weary sigh. ‘I’ve felt it too. You must be careful now. Evil will be drawn to you from outside the Fellowship,’ he cautioned, his warning causing Frodo’s eyes to widen in fear. Gandalf’s gaze grew even more sombre as Boromir passed by the pair. ‘And, I fear, from within,’ he added, his eyes lingering warily on the Gondorian.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIagecSJmGx
Frodo looked back at Gandalf, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked, ‘Who, then, do I trust?’127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ51l1MbPuiM
Harry stepped forward, his expression thoughtful. ‘The only person you can trust is yourself,’ he offered, pausing beside them. Gandalf turned to look at him, and Harry glanced back at Gandalf with an apologetic look at having listened in on their conversation.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpncBnSejCD
Gandalf regarded Harry for a moment, a gentle smile flickering across his face, before turning his attention once more to Frodo. ‘Harry is right, Frodo. Trust your own strengths,’ he said, his tone encouraging.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzmVT1Axzm4
Frodo furrowed his brow. ‘What do you mean?’ he asked, glancing up at Gandalf.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3tgH5ZwlCH
Gandalf placed his hand gently on Frodo’s shoulder. ‘There are many powers in this world for good or for evil,’ he began, acknowledging the vast and complex nature of the forces at play. ‘Some are greater than I am,’ Gandalf continued, his admission candid and humble. ‘And against some I have not yet been tested,’ he added, offering a reassuring smile to Frodo.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyyinscNgjU
Gandalf’s expression grew more serious as he shared one final piece of advice. ‘Always remember, Frodo, he who destroys evil, controls evil,’ he said, raising his eyebrows as he looked at him.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBegMVdsjaz
Gimli paused beside the group at the summit of the path, his gaze fixed upon the ancient walls towering before them. An expression of awe swept across his face as he regarded the colossal stonework, its weathered surface bearing the marks of countless years. ‘The Walls of Moria!’ he declared, his voice thick with reverence and pride. Slowly, Gimli extended a hand, letting his fingers brush the stone with a tenderness reserved for treasured relics, as if he were touching the most precious artefact he had ever encountered.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVCDO5LLNHR
Gandalf’s expression shifted into a deep frown as he gazed down from the towering cliff, its steep face hewn by ancient hands. Unlike the others, whose attention was caught by the immense structure before them, Hermione alone noticed the dread and concern shadowing Gandalf’s eyes rather than awe. She followed his gaze to the looming walls, an involuntary shiver running through her. If even Gandalf fears to enter this place, she thought, anxiety twisting in her chest, what dangers might be waiting for us within? Hermione crossed her arms, her brow furrowed.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNXpQg7YpSd
As they made their way along the path, Gimli paused from time to time, raising his axe and gently tapping the ancient stone wall beside him. The metallic sound echoed softly, as if searching for some hidden resonance or secret passage. Gandalf, noticing Gimli’s actions, raised his eyebrows in mild surprise but then followed suit, tapping the wall with his staff in a similar manner, perhaps hoping to uncover a clue of his own.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2RxaPM7cIP
Harry, Hermione, and Draco watched the Dwarf’s movements with curiosity. Sensing their uncertainty, Gimli turned to them. ‘Dwarf doors are invisible when closed,’ he explained, his tone proud and matter-of-fact, eager to share a piece of his people’s lore.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡteoOyHLYlv
Gandalf nodded at Gimli’s observation, a sardonic smile playing across his lips. ‘Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them if their secrets are forgotten,’ he remarked, his tone laced with wry amusement. The wizard’s comment drew laughter from Harry and Draco, who exchanged knowing glances at the Dwarf’s expense.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡobJQqS4N7o
‘Why am I not surprised?’ Legolas remarked under his breath, his tone light. Hermione, trying to suppress her laughter, quickly covered her mouth. Gimli, catching the Elf’s comment, shot Legolas a sharp glare, his pride clearly pricked by the remark. He sniffed in open disdain, his expression one of dignified annoyance, refusing to dignify the Elf’s teasing with a verbal response.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoJ0knH90h6
As the group carefully navigated the treacherous path, Frodo lost his footing and let out a startled yelp as he nearly tumbled into the water. Hermione reached out and grasped his arm, steadying him before he could fall. ‘Be careful, Frodo,’ she advised, her voice gentle but firm as she ensured he was unharmed. Frodo offered her a small, grateful smile in response, reassured by her timely intervention.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTPW2lt5lrx
The Fellowship eventually reached a clearing, their journey bringing them to the foot of a smooth rock wall nestled between two ancient, twisted trees. As they approached, subtle lines began to appear on the stone’s surface—delicate veins of silvery light that seemed to weave and twist through the rock, gradually becoming more distinct with every passing moment. The ethereal glow caught Hermione’s attention, her eyes widening in wonder as she took in the spectacle before her. ‘Oh wow,’ she breathed, her voice filled with awe, unable to tear her gaze away from the luminous patterns illuminating the stone.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡto8F5CzhrH
Gandalf turned towards Hermione and offered her a smile. ‘Ithildin,’ he explained, his voice gentle. As he spoke, a large moon rose over the distant mountain peaks, bathing the landscape in a silvery glow. Gandalf gestured towards the intricate lines that had appeared upon the stone wall. ‘It mirrors only starlight and moonlight,’ he continued, drawing Hermione’s attention to the transformation taking place before them.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgfOJFZkt3X
Under the moon’s illumination, the delicate lines on the wall grew wider and more vivid. The silvery markings gradually formed a radiant arch, revealing ancient letters and symbols intricately woven together. The luminous script and patterns shimmered, casting a magical light that danced across the stone.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoTsCAIA6a1
Draco gazed intently at the Elven inscription, his curiosity piqued. Turning to Gandalf, he asked, ‘What does it say, Gandalf?’ His eyes remained fixed on the intricate letters, and Draco suddenly felt like he should recognise it. The reason for this familiarity eluded him, leaving him quietly puzzled by the strange sensation as he studied the ancient words.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF4MVfZB0Wy
Gandalf studied the inscription for a moment. ‘It reads, “The door of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter”,’ he interpreted, meeting Draco’s curious gaze.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUXYUapnoE4
Merry looked at Gandalf curiously. ‘What do you suppose it means?’ he asked, tilting his head towards the ancient script.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡumoGKSQV9h
Gandalf raised his eyebrows and looked back at Merry, gripping his staff firmly with both hands. ‘It’s simple,’ he explained with a smug smile, his tone steady and matter-of-fact, ‘If you are a friend, you speak the password and the doors will open.’127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmRQcRFLBmI
Gandalf raised his staff and touched it to the glowing star set into the archway, closing his eyes to concentrate. In a clear, resonant voice, he spoke the Elvish words, ‘Annon Edhellen, edro hi ammen!’ The inscription glimmered, and the cliff face was illuminated against the night sky. A cold wind swept through the clearing, causing the group to shiver, but the door itself remained unmoved and impenetrable. (A/N Translation: ‘Gate of the Elves, open now for me!’)127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5PxFP7YdcN
Undeterred by the lack of response, Gandalf offered a faint smile and tried a different incantation. He uttered, ‘Fennas Nogothrim, lasto beth lammen,’ directing his words towards the ancient stone. Despite his efforts, the doorway continued to resist, staying firmly shut and offering no sign of yielding. (A/N Translation: ‘Doorway of the Dwarf-folk, listen to the word of my tongue.’)127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMhha63IY5c
Merry and Pippin exchanged amused glances, broad grins spreading across their faces as they took in the situation. Standing nearby, Sam grew increasingly weary from waiting. He slumped slightly and shifted his weight from foot to foot, making it clear he was growing impatient. In contrast, Frodo watched the proceedings with keen curiosity, his eyes fixed on the door and the inscription.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAWTrnq8lIa
After several more unsuccessful attempts to open the door, Pippin tilted his head and stated the obvious, ‘Nothing’s happening.’ His comment prompted everyone to glance his way, each raising their eyebrows in varying degrees of exasperation and amusement.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡajYr4jcm97
Gandalf shot Pippin an irritated glance, his patience clearly wearing thin. Turning back to the stubborn door, he pressed his hands against its surface, attempting to force it open. Despite his determined effort, the ancient stone did not budge, remaining resolutely closed. Gandalf’s expression shifted to one of disbelief and indignation; the wizard seemed scandalised by the door’s refusal to yield. He glared at the inscrutable barrier and murmured in frustration, ‘I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves, Men and Orcs,’ shaking his head.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuVa8xJwczU
Pippin looked up at the wizard with genuine curiosity. ‘What are you going to do, then?’ he asked, his tone innocent and unguarded.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXf5USRQuLV
Gandalf, clearly at the end of his tether, closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Turning sharply to Pippin, he snapped, ‘Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took!’ Shaking his head, he added in a gentler tone, ‘And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words.’127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvrbLsbmake
One by one, the Fellowship members gradually drifted away to different corners of the clearing. Each sought their own means of distraction, hoping to provide Gandalf with the quiet and space he required to work out the riddle of the ancient door. Draco and Harry had moved over to sit on a rock and, facing each other, engaged in a light-hearted thumb war. Gimli stood by Gandalf’s side, arms crossed and expression sceptical, clearly doubtful that he would get the door to open. Aragorn watched the lake with unease, alert to any sign of danger, while Legolas moved with quiet purpose, checking the surrounding area for threats.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhqKesoztKF
Hermione lingered at the doorway, her gaze fixed in wonder as she carefully reread the glowing inscription carved into the ancient stone. The Elven script captivated her, its delicate lines shimmering faintly in the dim light. She watched as Gandalf, visibly weary from his repeated efforts, gently placed his hand upon the door and softly recited the incantation, ‘Ando Eldarina… a lasta quettanya, Fenda Casarinwa…’ Despite his tired utterance of the words, the door remained stubbornly closed, refusing to yield to anyone’s command. (A/N Translation: ‘Gate of Elves… listen to my words, Threshold of Dwarves…’)127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE2MIdS0BxN
Sighing softly, Hermione made her way towards the lake. Its surface was perfectly smooth and mirror-like, reflecting the night sky above in a serene tableau. She knelt at the water’s edge, gently placing her hand flat against the cool surface. As her fingers touched the water, gentle ripples spread outward, distorting the starlit reflection and sending shimmering patterns across the lake. A small smile crossed her lips at the tranquil effect, and after a moment, she rose to her feet. Glancing around, Hermione noticed Legolas nearby, standing upon the roots of a large tree.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUNnAYDurIA
Legolas stood utterly engrossed by the lake, his attention fixed so intently on the tranquil surface that Hermione felt a moment’s reluctance to interrupt him. She wanted to ask him about the mysterious doorway. Gathering her resolve, she moved closer, stopping quietly at his side. When Legolas did not indicate that he had noticed her presence, Hermione’s brow furrowed in concern. She knelt nearby, her voice hesitant as she tried to gain his attention. ‘Hey, can I ask you something, Legolas?’ she murmured, her words soft as she idly plucked a few blades of grass and twirled them between her fingers. Hermione, deeply engrossed in twirling blades of grass between her fingers, failed to notice that several minutes had slipped by before she realised that the Elf had not acknowledged her presence and appeared to be ignoring her entirely. Blinking in confusion, Hermione rose to her feet and studied Legolas with wide-eyed concern. ‘Legolas?’ Hermione asked, shifting her position in an effort to catch his gaze. Despite her attempts, his eyes remained vacant and unresponsive, not indicating that he was aware of her.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyPPUJy74bs
A soft chuckle drifted from behind, prompting Hermione to turn and find Aragorn smiling warmly at her. ‘Legolas is in an Elven sleep. He is still mindful of his surroundings, but he is asleep,’ Aragorn explained, gesturing for Hermione to step down from the tree roots beside Legolas. He continued, ‘We would never know when an Elf goes into this state because they can run, walk, and even eat while in this trance. It is why they seldom tire.’127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡipcyrX5spO
Hermione nodded in response to Aragorn’s explanation, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment. ‘I should have realised,’ she whispered, casting a sheepish glance back at Legolas. The truth dawned on her—she had, after all, learned about Elven sleep during her childhood lessons. Now, faced with the obvious signs she had overlooked, Hermione felt a little foolish for not recognising the trance-like state sooner.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtSGpStt6hR
Aragorn offered Hermione a knowing smile before making his way over to Sam, who was busily packing pots and pans into his bag. Sam glanced up, a forlorn look clouding his face as Aragorn began unsaddling Bill the pony. Standing quietly, Sam removed the reins from Bill and gently stroked the pony’s neck, his affection clear in the tender motion. Aragorn smiled at Sam, whispering, ‘Mines are no place for a pony, even one so brave as Bill,’ while placing a comforting hand on Sam’s shoulder.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡatOrBg9LJO
Sam nodded, gently stroking Bill’s ears and neck. ‘Bye-bye, Bill,’ he whispered, his eyes glistening with tears.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNWRYAQKWG2
After a moment, Aragorn reached out, his hand resting reassuringly on Bill’s neck. Speaking in a quiet, soothing tone, he urged the pony onwards. ‘Go on, Bill, go on,’ Aragorn whispered. With a gentle slap on Bill’s rump, the pony obediently trotted off into the darkness beyond the clearing, disappearing. Sam watched Bill’s departure with a look of concern, his shoulders slumping. Aragorn offered a comforting squeeze to the Hobbit’s shoulder. ‘Do not worry, Sam, he knows the way home,’ Aragorn said, his words accompanied by a small, encouraging smile.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUjraP9VGvw
Hermione made her way over to Harry and Draco, who were both sitting on a log nearby. She took a seat beside Harry, gently resting her head on his shoulder, seemingly unaware of the disapproving frown that flickered across Draco’s face. Harry, his lips twitching slightly, remarked, ‘So, you’re spending a lot of time with Legolas on this trip, Hermione.’ His eyes sparkled with amusement as he glanced at her, clearly enjoying the opportunity to tease his friend about her growing interest in the Elf.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZq7leBFwNk
Hermione’s cheeks flushed as she quickly pulled her head away from Harry’s shoulder. She hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice low and slightly uncertain, ‘He interests me. I was raised learning about Elves, but I’ve never actually met one, so…’ Hermione’s words trailed off as she attempted to justify her fascination with Legolas.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡipezLhEU6z
Draco grinned mischievously. ‘You liiiiike him!’ he sang out, unable to contain his laughter. Hermione’s response was immediate and reflexive—she delivered a swift punch to Draco’s arm, her cheeks burning.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzjlaFRxkkO
Hermione’s face flushed even deeper as she shot Draco an exasperated glare. ‘Shut up, it’s not like that,’ she retorted, her voice sharp. Despite her protest, the pink in her cheeks betrayed her discomfort, and for a brief moment, she struggled to meet Harry and Draco’s eyes.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh7caLLEI8V
Draco folded his hands dramatically in front of his face and began making exaggerated kissing noises. With a theatrical sigh and a deliberately high-pitched, girlish voice, he teased, ‘Ooh, Legolas!’ The performance was so over the top that Harry couldn’t help but burst into laughter beside him.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9coRydu7Q6
‘Oi! Stop it!’ Hermione cried, launching herself at Draco in a burst of frustration and playful energy. The two toppled over in a tangled heap, Hermione’s hands darting to Draco’s sides as she began mercilessly tickling him. Draco wriggled and squirmed beneath her grip, laughter spilling out uncontrollably as he tried to fend off her relentless assault. Harry, watching the pair’s antics from beside them, could not help but laugh.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2tKZ73sBEl
‘I yield!’ Draco gasped between fits of laughter, finally admitting defeat as Hermione’s tickling proved too much for him. Still catching his breath, he grinned up at her, his face flushed. 127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc10wL1wYNa
Hermione released her grip and, with a huff of mock indignation, scrambled off Draco. She brushed herself off and reclaimed her seat beside Harry, her cheeks still tinged with pink from exertion and embarrassment. Despite her outward show of annoyance, a small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, betraying her amusement.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0eTA6iFj03
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Hermione rounded on Harry at his laughter and, without hesitation, she snapped, ‘Don’t you start!’ and, in a swift motion, swatted the back of his head. Harry, still chuckling, rubbed the spot with a mock pout, his amusement undiminished by Hermione’s reprimand.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2xxcNgwXxq
The teasing between Draco and Harry came to an abrupt halt as Legolas, with a swift, graceful movement, leapt down from the roots of the tree. A troubled frown replaced his usually calm expression as he gazed intently at the surface of the lake. For a brief moment, his sharp eyes flicked towards the trio—Hermione, Harry, and Draco—before he silently moved in the direction of Gandalf. Drawing close to the wizard, Legolas spoke in a low, careful voice, his gaze never wavering from the water as he murmured, ‘A swirling mist on a vast, glass lake.’127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMOCXt4kooG
Gandalf’s interest was piqued; he turned his attention fully to the lake, his concern obvious as he regarded Legolas’s observation. At that moment, Merry hurled a large stone into the water. The impact shattered the lake’s mirror-like stillness, sending black ripples slowly radiating outward, and Legolas flinched.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmmVnn5mlKk
Aragorn immediately sensed trouble from the uneasy expression on Legolas’s face. Acting swiftly, he reached out and firmly grabbed Pippin’s arm, stopping him from tossing another stone into the already disturbed water. ‘Do not disturb the water,’ Aragorn cautioned with a grave tone. Pippin nodded quickly and dropped the stone to the ground, abandoning his impulsive action. Just as Aragorn was about to turn away, his attention was drawn back to the lake. He noticed the ripples on the surface multiplying, spreading farther and becoming more intense. The sight unsettled him, prompting a silent exchange of anxious glances with Boromir. Both men instinctively reached for their swords, their faces set in concerned frowns as they focused on the ominous movement across the water, preparing for whatever danger might be lurking beneath.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSy0W6ttUQn
Over by the door, Gandalf’s shoulders slumped in despair as he approached Frodo, dropping his staff in defeat. His voice was edged with bitterness as he muttered, ‘Oh, it’s useless.’127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0i65D0jtzY
Despite the sombre mood, Frodo maintained a quiet confidence in Gandalf’s abilities. He trusted that, with patience and persistence, Gandalf’s resourcefulness would ultimately uncover the solution to the riddle. As Frodo glanced around at his companions, he noticed that Aragorn, Legolas, and Boromir were all fixated on the lake. Their expressions were strained, their brows furrowed with worry, as they watched the water with mounting concern. Frodo’s gaze shifted towards Hermione, noticing how her attention was wholly dedicated to the ancient doors.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGhqFbHPLD4
Hermione’s brow furrowed in concentration, her focus unwavering. Her eyes moved back and forth across the intricate inscription carved into the stone. The phrase, “Speak, friend, and enter”, echoed persistently in her mind as she sought to unravel its hidden meaning. Lost in thought and driven by her determination to solve the mystery, Hermione softly murmured the words to herself, her voice barely audible. So absorbed was she in her efforts that she became oblivious to her surroundings. Meanwhile, only a few steps away, a pair of piercing blue eyes watched her every movement with keen interest. The silent watcher edged closer, drawn irresistibly by Hermione’s quiet repetition of the riddle, their attention fixed on her.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe7q4mwe34k
Frodo moved to Hermione’s side, pausing to study the inscription carved into the stone above the ancient doors. He stood quietly for a moment, his expression thoughtful. Breaking the silence, Frodo remarked, ‘It’s a riddle,’ and tapped his chin with his forefinger.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDjcCVZNWKX
Legolas surveyed the area, his expression clouded by concern as he noticed a black ripple reappearing on the lake’s surface. The ominous movement crept slowly towards the shore. Instinctively, Legolas reached for an arrow, his posture taut and ready, every muscle prepared to respond to the threat emerging from the water. Despite his intense concentration on the lake and the peril it presented, Legolas remained acutely aware of his surroundings. He listened intently to the quiet conversation unfolding between Hermione and Frodo just nearby, his ears twitching as he caught their hushed voices.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBoOteHGLmO
Frodo stood before the ancient doors and softly read the words aloud, ‘“Speak, friend, and enter”.’127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgVAp0pcxYI
Hermione tilted her head as she searched her memory for the Elvish word for “friend”. Determined not to falter, she squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the world around her. In the silence, she recalled her lessons—each syllable of the word echoing in her mind, guided by the clear, careful enunciation of her mother’s voice as she had once broken the word down for her. Hermione mouthed the word silently, repeating it until she was sure she had the pronunciation exactly right.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdGfFny8kt9
Frodo glanced over at Gandalf. ‘Gandalf, what’s the Elvish word for “friend”?’ he asked. The moment was striking in its timing; as Frodo spoke, Hermione’s eyes snapped open, her attention shifting immediately back to the ancient door. Their actions seemed almost synchronised, as if Frodo’s question had unlocked Hermione’s memory at precisely the right instant.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdPZ0WbAj8q
Gandalf calmly pronounced the word, ‘Mellon.’ At the same time, Hermione, careful to remain unnoticed, whispered the same word under her breath. All eyes were fixed on the ancient doors, waiting for a sign of movement. Yet, to their surprise, nothing happened. The doors remained stubbornly shut, unmoved by the invocation of the correct Elvish word for “friend”. Hermione blinked in confusion; she was sure they had figured out the riddle.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3QoGXnic0F
Meanwhile, Legolas fixed his gaze on Hermione, his eyes wide with astonishment. He was taken aback by what he had just witnessed: although Gandalf had clearly spoken the word aloud, Legolas also detected Hermione’s whisper, repeating the same answer. For a brief moment, Legolas’s attention flickered between Hermione and the ancient doors, his mind racing. As he watched, the great stone doors parted, gradually unveiling a darkness beyond, deeper and more impenetrable than any night.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHPwL7V0OvX
Legolas turned his attention back to Hermione. The evidence of Hermione’s ability to speak Elvish could not be dismissed; it was clear and indisputable. This revelation unsettled Legolas, stirring unease and raising a host of questions. Most pressing among these was how someone who was not an Elf could have acquired such knowledge.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEfQ8Ytpff8
Gandalf shook his head and looked at Hermione with a serious gaze. ‘Miss Granger,’ he warned softly but firmly.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAaSbJfVGaN
Hermione looked up at him sheepishly, her cheeks tinged with a blush. She offered a hesitant laugh, the sound betraying her embarrassment at having drawn unwanted attention to herself. ‘Yeah, sorry,’ she managed, her voice soft.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2TyMONiIge
Legolas watched the interaction unfold, his mind clouded by a rare and unsettling sense of bewilderment. He tried to make sense of what he had just witnessed. The most plausible explanation, he reasoned, was that Gandalf had perhaps taken it upon himself to teach Hermione some Elvish. Yet, even as he arrived at this conclusion, another question gnawed at him: if that were the case, why would Hermione choose to keep such knowledge hidden from the rest of them?127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOijJGRZrDi
As the Fellowship reached the imposing stone doors, Gandalf looked at them all with a hint of amusement in his eyes. ‘Ah, the last spell must have been delayed and only got through to the door now,’ he remarked, his tone light and slightly teasing. This comment drew a ripple of laughter from most of the companions. However, Legolas did not join in; instead, he regarded Gandalf with a deep frown, his expression betraying his unease and scepticism.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3oFZ51UpOo
Legolas’s mind raced with questions. Was Gandalf deliberately hiding Hermione’s secret, shielding her from their scrutiny? The motive for such secrecy eluded him, and the lack of answers left him unsettled. Legolas found it difficult to understand why this revelation affected him so profoundly. Sensing the discomfort growing within, he forced himself to let go of his unease—at least for the moment. With deliberate effort, he cleared his thoughts, setting aside these troubling emotions and focusing on the task at hand.127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtRZi56DLpy
A/N: I was watching an anime called Fairy Tail while writing this chapter, so some of you may recognise Draco’s ‘You liiiiike him!’ which is a reference to Happy, who is a blue cat xD If you have never seen Fairy Tail and like anime or manga… then you should give it a try! It’s amazing!127Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJZcqS40xVo
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! And please let me know what you think!
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