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Harry’s stomach twisted with a nauseous unease. When he tried to open his eyes, a blinding light forced them shut again, causing a sharp headache. For a moment, he wondered if he was in hell. But when he flexed his fingers, he felt the soft, cool grass beneath his hand, not fire or brimstone. The only sounds were the gentle hum of bees and the cheerful chirping of birds, creating a peaceful backdrop that starkly contrasted with the chaos he had last seen.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnk9kCk7Kpq
There were no other sounds. 242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrohhRoM8pc
This was strange in itself because just moments earlier, Harry was certain Death Eaters had surrounded him. He vividly recalled standing face to face with Voldemort amid chaos, every nerve taut with fear and defiance. The memory of that final confrontation was vivid in his mind: Voldemort’s cold, ruthless eyes; the circle of cloaked figures closing in; the surge of magic and hatred engulfing him. He had confronted Voldemort—prepared for the worst—and then… he died. Or so he believed. The spell had struck him, everything fading to black, leaving Harry with the unsettling feeling that he shouldn’t be here at all.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCcBlcxWom4
Suddenly, Harry sat upright, immediately regretting the movement as a surge of pain struck his skull, feeling as if a heavy object was being slammed against it. He took slow, deliberate breaths to calm the dizziness accompanying the throbbing pain. Carefully opening his eyes, he saw the world as a shimmering blur, with bright light intensifying his discomfort. Blinking quickly to focus, he reached out cautiously, feeling the cool blades of grass beneath his fingers. Soon, he grasped the familiar shape of his wand, which brought a small sense of reassurance. Nearby, he spotted his glasses resting in the grass. Relieved, Harry put them on, and the world gradually came into sharper focus, though his headache persisted.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTMXyTwbPcX
Harry swallowed hard, fighting the urge to vomit as another wave of nausea hit him. He took a slow, deep breath to steady himself and calm his racing heart. After a moment, he felt ready to open his eyes and look around without the risk of throwing up.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAG1SuzZpju
As Harry's senses gradually adjusted, he noticed he was lying beneath a venerable old tree with dappled sunlight filtering through its branches. The ground was covered with white flowers, their delicate blooms amidst lush, well-seeded grasses. The scene was serene and idyllic, prompting Harry to wonder if he had somehow arrived in heaven.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1eSNlrf25j
Yet, despite the peaceful beauty around him, Harry questioned why his presence in such a paradise was marked by so much pain.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTdTPKYJ7mb
Harry briefly questioned why everyone was absent. He had hoped that his parents, Sirius, or Lupin would appear to greet him, but no one showed up. A wave of disappointment washed over him as he realised he was completely alone in this peaceful, beautiful woodland. Letting out a quiet sigh, Harry accepted his solitude, understanding that if he wanted to see them, he’d have to find them himself. He then pressed his hand against the sturdy trunk of the ancient tree, using it for support as he carefully stood up. Standing upright, Harry took several deep breaths to steady himself before finally deciding to go in search of his loved ones, determined not to remain idle while they were missing.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhqXWBxojNI
Harry carefully moved forward and stopped by another tree near a long, winding dirt path. Suddenly, he heard the soft, rhythmic sound of an approaching horse—the clip-clop of hooves growing louder. Acting on instinct, Harry quickly hid behind the thick trunk, pressing against its rough bark as the rider approached the bend. His heart pounded loudly, tense as the horse got closer, until it finally stopped right beside the tree where he was hiding.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ928pzD4BHw
‘Harry, you can come out,’ an old, steady voice called, breaking the silence with calm authority that made Harry frown. He carefully looked around the large tree trunk, still feeling his heart pound. There, on a striking white horse, sat a hunched figure dressed in flowing grey robes. The figure radiated wisdom and gentle strength, slowly easing Harry’s initial anxiety. As Harry stepped out of hiding, the horse snorted and reared slightly, reacting to his sudden appearance. Its muscles tensed under its shiny coat. Harry kept his balance, watching the horse carefully, while his gaze stayed on the robed rider, whose identity was increasingly apparent.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIlXRo0HRKQ
Harry shaded his eyes against the bright daylight, his mind foggy and his throat raw. Tentatively, he whispered, ‘Professor Dumbledore?’ The words came out dry and gravelly, almost drowned out by the soft woodland sounds. He coughed, grimacing at the pain in his throat, questioning what had happened to him and why speaking now was such a struggle.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4LqCmMOT06
‘Yes, Harry, but from now on, please call me Gandalf,’ the old wizard said softly, blending warmth with firmness. Gandalf then made a small gesture, signalling Harry to come down from his spot on the bank.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSZ03UZIigl
Harry hesitated, doubt flickering in his eyes, but Gandalf’s calm presence reassured him. After a moment, Harry shook his head to dispel lingering doubts. He carefully descended from the bank, moving cautiously yet confidently. Once on stable ground, he stepped forward to stand next to the majestic white horse. Gently, Harry placed his hand on the horse’s strong neck, feeling the warmth and power beneath its shiny coat.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHX8dhZf51J
Gandalf looked at him with a knowing smile. ‘Well, come on, Harry, we must press on,’ he encouraged, his voice tinged with amusement.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpcU3oWhUWx
Harry, still troubled by the chaos and pain of his arrival, frowned at Gandalf. ‘What happened?’ he asked, sensing he was missing a key detail. The uncertainty nagged at him, like a vital piece of the puzzle had slipped away. With his mind clouded and his body sore, Harry found it hard to grasp the strange situation he was in.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhSelKjrGBZ
‘Oh, yes, well…’ Gandalf murmured thoughtfully as he took the wand from Harry’s hand. Suddenly, he lightly tapped Harry on the head with it, a quick gesture that was abrupt yet gentle.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbfPCKx87Vf
‘Ouch! What the—’ Harry exclaimed, surprised by Gandalf's quick tap on his head. Suddenly, a wave of memories flooded into his mind, making all the recent events clear. The sudden rush of thoughts caused him to freeze briefly, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief as he looked at Gandalf.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5iSamYcSZq
Harry was overwhelmed by the shock, causing him to double over and retch onto the dirt track as he processed the reality. His body trembled from the ordeal, and once he managed to straighten, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes shut tightly to block out the throbbing pain behind his temples. Still pale and feeling queasy, Harry stood silently, attempting to steady himself amid the confusion and physical distress.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGx1T2C00pi
Gandalf’s eyes twinkled with a hint of amusement as he looked at Harry. ‘So, I see you took the left train,’ he said, sounding light-hearted.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrEgTCCi9a6
‘It would appear so,’ Harry managed, his words slurred as he fought to steady his breathing. Every inhale was laboured, and he struggled to contain the nausea roiling in his stomach. He paused briefly, shutting his eyes to focus on calming the chaos inside. Slowly, the nausea diminished, helping Harry to compose himself and regain some semblance of control, even as the shock of his recent realisation lingered.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcBumT6OqRK
Gandalf looked at Harry intently. ‘Do you recall what I told you before you boarded the train?’ he asked, fixing Harry with his gaze.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvpRMjRwbys
‘Yes, sir,’ Harry responded, standing straight and swallowing hard. He took a shaky breath, resolving to gather himself before the older wizard. Though still pale, Harry looked at Gandalf with a blend of uncertainty and determination. His initial confusion and discomfort gradually subsided, giving way to a stronger sense of purpose as he prepared for the next part of their journey.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ6Brf9185N
Gandalf gave Harry a stern look and said, ‘Now, Harry, I must insist you call me Gandalf and nothing else,’ he said firmly. He paused to make sure Harry understood, his eyes unwavering, ‘Gandalf the Grey is my name here.’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhgEMbSHA52
Harry, momentarily distracted, noticed that his usual half-moon spectacles were missing. Regaining his composure, he nodded at Gandalf, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes as he observed the unfamiliar scenery. ‘Where are we?’ he asked, his tone curious.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVITXAgPGBz
Gandalf’s smile grew broader. ‘We are nearing the Ford of Bruinen,’ he said eagerly. Glancing at Harry, he added, ‘And beyond it lies Rivendell, the home of the Elves’.’ A twinkle sparkled in Gandalf’s eyes, reflecting the awe and beauty that lay beyond the river, highlighting the importance of the Elven sanctuary they were about to discover.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqOEh8zMBQQ
Harry’s curiosity was piqued. ‘Elves?’ he asked, genuinely intrigued, as Gandalf helped him onto the horse. Sitting on the horse, Harry looked ahead with a mix of excitement and uncertainty as their journey toward the Ford of Bruinen—and Rivendell—progressed.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdWTZu6aq2N
Gandalf chuckled warmly as their horse crested the top of the hill, offering a wide view of the land ahead. Below stretched the expansive, shimmering River Bruinen, its waters sparkling in the sunlight. ‘Elves,’ he said, pointing toward the scenery. His simple response conveyed much, as if mentioning the Elves sufficed to express the landscape's beauty and mystery. The river was the boundary of a legendary realm, and Gandalf’s words hinted at the wonders awaiting just beyond its banks.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ87tnWqtGa4
Harry looked around with amazement. ‘So, this is Middle-earth?’ he asked, the question hanging in the air as he tried to match the landscape with what he knew of the future. The world appeared both ancient and strangely familiar, its timelessness igniting a deep wonder. Curious to learn more about this mysterious realm, Harry turned to Gandalf, voice tinged with anticipation. ‘Tell me everything,’ he asked sincerely, eager to understand this era, its people, and its history.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqR7CwmaZI7
Gandalf appeared genuinely surprised by Harry’s request, his eyebrows knitting together in shock. ‘What, everything?’ he repeated, momentarily at a loss for words. After gathering his thoughts, Gandalf took a moment before replying. ‘Well, what can I tell you that I have not already shared?’ he pondered, his voice tinged with fatigue. ‘There is a war on the horizon, but for now, life in Middle-earth carries on much as it has for many years.’ He pointed to the calm landscape before them, a stark contrast to his earlier warnings.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqxQo9w9q9P
Gandalf went on, saying, ‘Today is the 18th of October, and the year is 3018.’ His gaze moved across the peaceful scenery, and his tone softened, tinged with gentle anticipation. ‘And by my reckoning, Frodo should already be in Rivendell,’ he added, almost as if speaking to himself. Harry listened carefully, a troubled look forming on his face as he tried to understand the name Frodo and what it might mean.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhxQLbujzZA
Harry looked around as they sped over a sturdy stone bridge, with the horse’s hooves echoing against the ancient stones. The scenery changed quickly; ahead, a vast mountain with its peak covered in mist appeared. Without warning, Gandalf turned off the main road, leading the horse into a narrow gorge where steep walls rose on both sides. The passage was narrow, with shadows flickering along the rocks as they moved through the winding gap. Finally, when they exited the tight space, Harry’s eyes widened in amazement as the scene shifted. The gorge opened into a stunning valley surrounded by tall cliffs and distant snow-capped mountains. In the heart of this secret haven, among trees and rocks, was a group of elegant Elven buildings—delicate structures made of pale wood and shining stone, their beauty both timeless and magical.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSdV3r6pgbe
Upon reaching the courtyard, Gandalf smoothly dismounted from his horse with practised ease and then turned to help Harry. Gently supporting him, he steadied Harry as he found his footing on the flagstones below. Just as Harry regained his balance, a sharp, urgent voice echoed through the courtyard, ‘Mithrandir!’ Harry quickly turned around in surprise and saw a stunningly beautiful woman running toward them. Her demeanour was commanding, with a swift, purposeful stride, her features glowing despite the concern on her face.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYFjYwCpwIn
‘Arwen,’ Gandalf called softly, concern evident as she suddenly stopped before him. His gaze quickly scanned her, noticing her tired look and the condition of her clothes—her riding attire was muddy, and Harry almost thought he saw traces of blood amidst the dirt. With a hint of worry, Gandalf asked urgently, ‘What has happened?’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJp5h5wHfw7
Arwen looked serious as she faced Gandalf. ‘It is Frodo,’ she said, her words conveying a clear sense of importance. Without waiting for more questions, she then turned and quickly left.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFIgtbN2gM9
Gandalf looked at Harry with a serious expression. ‘Please wait in Elrond’s study, Harry. It is just up those stairs,’ he said, gesturing toward one of the nearby elegant buildings.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgUJLdNSwwm
‘But-’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAAN54fNZiw
Gandalf raised his hand to stop Harry’s protest. ‘Now, Harry,’ he said, composed but firmly, indicating the issue was not open for discussion. ‘I will join you soon,’ he assured him, giving one last look at Harry before turning around and walking confidently after Arwen. His robes swirled as he disappeared into the heart of Rivendell.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbX1UU50qcb
Harry glanced around, noting the sudden rush of activity nearby. All around, people hurried past with urgent looks, their pace revealing a sense of emergency gripping the peaceful Elven settlement. Before he could make sense of the commotion unfolding, a voice called out from behind, breaking through his thoughts. ‘You must be a friend of Gandalf’s,’ the voice said, its tone curious yet welcoming.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzoXjXpPJho
Harry quickly turned around and looked down to find a tiny man standing beside him. At first, he seemed almost like a child, barely reaching Harry’s waist. However, upon closer inspection, Harry realised this was no child. The man’s face and hands were lined with wrinkles, and his grey hair indicated an ambiguous age. Despite these signs of age, there was a mischievous sparkle in his eye that hinted at a lively personality. He wore a stylish brocade waistcoat, giving off the vibe of an eccentric gentleman, in keeping with his unusual appearance.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkISGyTEu7u
Harry blinked in surprise at the small man’s sudden question, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected encounter. ‘Uh, yes, sir,’ Harry replied, a bit uncertain but respectful, observing the Hobbit’s curious look and friendly manner.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxCt5LSQjFO
The small man looked at Harry with a curious expression, his voice playful and teasing as he asked, ‘What? Never seen a Hobbit before?’ While his words hinted at surprise, a mischievous twinkle in his eye revealed he was more amused than genuinely shocked by Harry’s reaction.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkgcxFk4smQ
Harry offered a sheepish smile, looked at his shoes, then met the Hobbit's gaze. ‘Uh, no, sir. I don’t get out much, I guess,’ he said, shaking his head.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡocr2EraKaE
‘Hobbits are small folk,’ the Hobbit began, pride swelling in his chest. ‘We live in Hobbit Holes; cosy homes built into hillsides or banks. Bag End, where I used to live, is a particularly fine example of one,’ he said fondly, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he puffed on his pipe, clearly cherishing memories of his old home.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEiyGeaX5xv
Harry’s eyes stayed on the Hobbit as he talked about Bag End, imagining the warm hillside homes described with great fondness. ‘Maybe I’ll see it someday,’ Harry said, smiling down at the Hobbit.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡntezA5IhbI
‘Yes, maybe,’ the Hobbit answered, lifting his gaze to meet Harry’s. His face grew more serious as he explained, ‘My nephew, Frodo, arrived here in a dreadful condition. The whole situation has set the Elves on edge, and there’s a real sense of urgency in the air.’ He gestured toward the busy Elves, clearly worried as he spoke. ‘Lord Elrond has barely rested, doing everything he can to save Frodo,’ he said, his voice tinged with concern. After a brief pause, his tone softened, and he added quietly, almost to reassure himself, ‘But I know he’ll make it. Frodo’s a Baggins, after all.’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbe92dt6spD
Harry and the Hobbit climbed the stairs toward Elrond’s study. As they moved, the Hobbit suddenly stopped, appearing a bit embarrassed. ‘Oh, I almost forgot my manners, how silly of me,’ he said, softly laughing at himself. He then turned to Harry with a kind smile and offered his small hand in greeting. ‘I am Bilbo Baggins,’ he introduced, sounding warm and genuine.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVrD0ArwBbW
Harry extended his hand in greeting, and Bilbo, who needed to use both of his small hands due to his stature, warmly clasped Harry’s hand. ‘I’m Harry Potter,’ Harry introduced himself, a broad grin spreading across his face.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXexbIq85hY
Bilbo looked at Harry with a curious smile as they stepped into Elrond’s study. ‘Oh, that’s an unusual name,’ he said, giving Harry an inquisitive glance. Harry, surprised for a moment, raised his eyebrows in disbelief. ‘And where are you from, Harry?’ he asked, pausing to hear Harry’s response.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU3fq4BdCTD
Harry hesitated when asked the question, feeling suddenly unsure of how much to reveal about himself in this unfamiliar environment. ‘Uh… I’m from-’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAbl4tuwCy6
Before Harry could respond, Gandalf entered the study, his face brightening with a broad smile upon seeing his old friend. ‘Bilbo Baggins!’ Gandalf exclaimed, his smile radiating, which spared Harry from having to reply.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFB3MjQPtzi
‘My dear Gandalf!’ Bilbo exclaimed as Gandalf knelt to embrace his old friend. The happiness in Bilbo's voice was clear, showing his deep affection and relief at seeing Gandalf once more after a difficult period.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwkLJ0cqRXa
Gandalf withdrew slightly, his hands still on Bilbo’s shoulders. ‘Good to see you got here safely,’ Gandalf said, his eyes shining with absolute joy at their reunion.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX2GhE6rfr9
Gandalf carefully let go of Bilbo and shifted his focus to Harry, resting a comforting hand on the young man's shoulder. ‘Harry, here, is my apprentice,’ Gandalf declared, his voice calm and proud. Harry looked up at Gandalf, surprised by the unfamiliar introduction. Gandalf returned his gaze with a gentle smile, subtly reassuring Harry that everything would be clear soon and encouraging him to trust the moment.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMCf5iVaE4V
Bilbo’s brows furrowed in curious surprise. ‘An apprentice? Well, this is a new thing for you, my friend. I didn’t think Istari took on apprentices,’ Bilbo said thoughtfully, glancing at Harry with a touch of doubt.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtGzTdQOm3m
‘Maiar, Bilbo,’ Gandalf corrected gently, his voice warm yet precise. ‘And we do, from time to time,’ he added, a familiar twinkle in his eye suggesting past secrets and rare occasions.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7fJ5s9sDsG
Bilbo nodded, though doubt remained on his face. He looked anxiously at Gandalf. ‘Any word on Frodo’s condition?’ Bilbo inquired, his voice trembling a little as he fidgeted nervously with his hands.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwY1BAEajJA
Gandalf gave Bilbo a reassuring smile. ‘Frodo is going to be fine,’ he said, his tone calm and comforting.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY49u1ajGOv
The tension on Bilbo’s face eased instantly, and he exhaled a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. Feeling immense relief, he sank into a nearby chair, his posture relaxing for the first time since the discussion started.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNd2pJT8G9V
Bilbo sighed in relief, a grateful smile appearing as Gandalf’s words reassured him. ‘Oh, good,’ he responded, shaking his head slightly to dispel remaining worries. Excited to see Frodo, Bilbo swiftly asked, ‘Are the Elves finished? I want to see him.’ He then stood up from the chair and headed toward the door.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYBzVcc3dDa
‘Yes, Bilbo Baggins, it is done,’ a deep voice announced from across the room. Hearing this, everyone turned to look at the new arrival. Standing in another doorway was a strikingly handsome man whose commanding presence drew immediate attention. His features were ambiguous, blending youth and age, yet his face showed a lifetime of experiences. His eyes held a depth that hinted at the joys and sorrows he had seen, and his quiet strength suggested wisdom and resilience.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSg7SUXMqTG
The man nodded gently to Bilbo. Bilbo’s face immediately brightened with a warm smile, clearly showing his relief and gratitude. Filled with emotion, he looked at the newcomer with a grateful glow in his eyes. Without saying a word, Bilbo hurriedly left, his quick steps reflecting his sense of urgency.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡirN0CEDyru
‘Lord Elrond,’ Gandalf greeted, bowing his head respectfully. The tone was formal, showing Gandalf's deep respect for the Lord of Rivendell. Elrond responded with a calm nod, his presence exuding quiet authority.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5lplOW4jT7
Elrond moved further into the room, studying Gandalf and Harry closely. He then spoke in a calm but curious tone, saying, ‘And this is one of the three you mentioned earlier?’ His gaze shifted between Gandalf and Harry as he made his way to sit behind the large desk.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡziWgDH6QPq
Gandalf gently placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder. ‘Yes, Mr Harry Potter,’ he responded, his voice soft but steady.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbmAqvpW1n1
Elrond looked at Harry’s hand briefly before focusing back on his eyes. He settled into his chair, clasped his hands, and studied Harry thoughtfully. ‘I can see the likeness,’ he said cryptically, causing Harry to furrow his brow in confusion, unsure of what Elrond meant.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbSAwQVLXUf
With a gentle sigh, Elrond looked at Gandalf. ‘I trust this information will be kept secret for now?’ he asked, his eyes searching Gandalf’s face for confirmation.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyoYXrcArY4
Gandalf nodded in agreement with Lord Elrond’s request. ‘Yes, Lord Elrond,’ Gandalf replied confidently. Then, directly speaking to Harry, Gandalf told him, ‘Take off your ring, Harry, and keep it hidden.’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLNgBKe7WUA
Harry looked up at Gandalf with a puzzled expression, a frown forming as he wondered why Gandalf suddenly made such a request. He obediently took off the ring from his finger, glancing at it with a mix of confusion and curiosity. Carefully, he slipped the ring into his pocket, his mind full of questions about Gandalf’s request. Meeting Gandalf’s gaze, Harry asked softly, ‘Why?’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoF8rBnDXRX
Gandalf gave a gentle, reassuring smile as he looked thoughtfully out the window. ‘I’ll explain when the others arrive,’ he said, his voice calm but with a hint of anticipation. ‘It shouldn’t be long now.’ Though straightforward, his words indicated that a vital revelation was imminent, but it would only be shared once everyone involved was gathered.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlt11L0Gmho
‘What others?’ Harry asked, looking uncertainly from Gandalf to Elrond, trying to read their faces for answers.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzm8neRkLs3
‘Soon, Harry,’ Gandalf said, shaking his head in response to Harry’s lingering questions before softly guiding him away from Elrond’s study. ‘For now, let us leave Lord Elrond in peace,’ he continued, escorting Harry out of the room to ensure the Elven Lord could remain undisturbed.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Yd3D1bnQg
The two wizards descended the stairs, their footsteps quietly echoing through the peaceful corridors of Rivendell. As they ventured deeper into the Elven haven, they soon spotted Bilbo sitting at a small table on the patio outside a grand hall. The soft sound of Elven voices floated from the open doors, blending with the melodious singing and the elegant movements of dancers inside.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFCWNwOpZpK
Gandalf guided Harry to the table where Bilbo was seated, then took a chair himself. With a friendly and familiar motion, Gandalf looked at Harry and inquired, ‘Tea, Harry?’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqrwFxtFa83
Harry nodded and moved toward another table covered with scattered maps. Seeing Harry’s interest, Bilbo kindly explained, ‘Ah, those are maps of the places I’ve been to,’ he said warmly as he reached for the teapot.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡstoEcuwZPW
‘Do you mind if I take a look?’ Harry asked, gesturing toward the maps. His curiosity was piqued by the collection of charts and sketches spread across the table, each hinting at past journeys and lands explored.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3XR58coXbw
‘Not at all!’ Bilbo replied warmly, his face brightening with a friendly smile as he leaned back into his chair.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡePKELiiI66
As Harry surveyed the table, his eyes fell on a collection of parchments scattered among the maps. He slightly furrowed his brow upon seeing several hastily drawn sketches of a ring along the margins. Intrigued, Harry squinted at the images, attempting to understand their significance, and wondered what they might symbolise. His eyes briefly shifted to Gandalf, who watched him silently from the other table, before Harry turned his attention back to the enigmatic sketches.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3J40D6aj4g
Harry gently shifted some sheets aside, uncovering more drawings. One sheet stood out, filled with repeated images of rings and random scribbles that seemed nonsensical to him. The disorderly sketches heightened his discomfort, and his frown deepened as he attempted to decipher their meaning.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO0JaqXbIXf
Uncertain and increasingly worried, Harry carefully slid the papers back into place. He hoped, with a hint of apprehension, that the ring depicted in these drawings was not the same one he was beginning to suspect it might be.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYcNVOnvxGD
Harry was filled with questions as he watched Gandalf and Bilbo. He wondered if Gandalf’s presence in Rivendell was related to the mysterious ring sketches he had just seen. The idea stayed with him, causing Harry to look back and forth between the two, hoping to find any clues to confirm his suspicions. He resolved to ask Gandalf about his real purpose once the right moment came.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3NfEF7qMn4
As Harry continued to examine the objects on the table, his gaze settled on another map—this one different from the rest. It was set within a simple frame and bore evidence of past adventures, its corner singed as if it had survived a close brush with fire.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTbbowbs3gV
Gandalf, noticing Harry’s curiosity, offered a knowing smile. ‘I may have given Bilbo a nudge out of his comfort zone in the past,’ Gandalf said casually, but with a hint of importance. ‘He went on a journey with a Dwarf named Thorin, who gave Bilbo this map.’ 242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKq3XBfF6V7
Harry listened carefully, nodding in understanding as he leaned in to examine the map more closely. At the very top, in bold letters, was the title: The Lonely Mountain. 242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI3E0besUig
Bilbo shook his head and turned to Gandalf. ‘I was shocked to find the Elves don’t know about Afters, Gandalf! I was very disappointed indeed,’ he grumbled, his voice combining amusement and disappointment as he grabbed a pork pie and took a hearty bite.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡip3Za9fcnc
‘Afters?’ Harry asked Gandalf in confusion, and the old wizard chuckled.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeEaQKDU6tL
Bilbo got up from his seat and approached a side table, where he carefully selected a generous slice of sponge cake. He returned with the cake and placed it on the table. ‘But I found this, so we should be fine. I hope it will be enough.’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3uiKN8LkEV
Gandalf nodded, glancing at Harry with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. ‘Afters,’ he repeated, his voice cheerful and teasing as he pointed toward the cake on the table.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA2upTqG8VZ
Harry watched in increasing amazement as Bilbo eagerly piled more food onto the table. The overwhelming array of pies, cakes, and other dishes made him raise an eyebrow in surprise. He then asked Gandalf, ‘Not enough?’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2m6TFJ0I5g
Gandalf chuckled warmly at Harry’s confusion. ‘Hobbits, Harry,’ he explained, his tone gentle and affectionate towards the small folk. ‘You will become well acquainted with them,’ he added, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of tea.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZWN8mjBmUw
‘Cake?’ Bilbo asked, turning toward Harry.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYargwN2d8A
Harry hesitated, looking at the table laden with food. ‘Uh, no thanks,’ he said, glancing nervously at the abundant spread. Even though he politely declined, his stomach betrayed him with a loud growl, reminding him of how long it had been since his last meal.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiv0PTlPTDu
Bilbo turned back, raising an eyebrow. ‘No, that will not do. You need some food too, I should think,’ he said, his eyes sparkling. Bilbo started stacking a variety of pies and cakes onto a plate for Harry.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR4sZEHtwEJ
Harry tried to step in. ‘No, sir, I’m fine,’ he quickly said, aiming to avoid any more trouble. But his protests were ignored—Bilbo stood firm in his goal to make sure Harry ate well. Harry looked at Gandalf, silently asking for help, but the wizard gave a kind, knowing smile, clearly happy to let Hobbit hospitality run its course.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPMlyxG83um
Gandalf leaned in closer to Harry, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he shared a kind piece of wisdom. ‘One thing you'll learn, Harry, is Hobbits have an insatiable appetite and are very generous hosts,’ the wizard commented, giving a warm nod toward Bilbo.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHMEtL4gROO
Harry shook his head softly, understanding that refusing more would be both pointless and possibly impolite given such genuine concern.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVdnVzM8kFS
Hermione opened her eyes, squinting as the early morning sunlight filtered through the trees and momentarily dazzled her. She let out a soft sigh, silently complaining about the inconveniences of camping. The uneven ground, the cold air, and the scratchy blanket all heightened her growing dislike of outdoor sleeping. Looking back, she wished they'd remembered to use the enchanted tents stored safely in her beaded bag. Still, Hermione reminded herself that leaving such clearly magical items behind in case of a quick escape might be risky. The thought of abandoning the tents in a rush was something she wanted to avoid at all costs, so she decided to endure the uncomfortable conditions for now.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBbLcMRF4v4
Hermione shivered in the cold morning air, tightening her thin, scratchy blanket around her shoulders to stay warm. The night was rough, leaving her groggy and restless after sleeping on uneven ground. She lay quietly for a moment, listening to the morning birds' songs, her focus shifting to the small details of the campsite she hadn't noticed in the darkness the night before.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF9h0XxrlBf
Hermione looked at Ron as he slept peacefully, a rare moment where his face was free from the usual tension and strain that marked him since their year of Horcrux hunting. That quest had been gruelling for everyone, and Ron especially showed signs of the emotional weight it carried. Guarding Slytherin’s Locket proved especially difficult; its dark influence led Ron to temporarily leave the group, challenging their friendship and testing their resilience.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZFrwStJtqc
During those challenging months, Hermione also realised that Ron had feelings for her. She wished more than anything she could return those feelings with the same certainty. However, despite her hopes, Hermione couldn't reciprocate, which troubled her deeply as she watched Ron sleep peacefully beside her.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn4CbH3OhAB
Hermione looked at Malfoy, contemplating whether he would ever truly change. Now free from his father's shadow and Voldemort's oppressive influence, Draco had the chance to carve out his own path without others' expectations. However, Hermione was sceptical that such a change would happen swiftly, if at all. She recognised that Draco would probably always exhibit Slytherin traits—ambitious, proud, cunning, and perhaps a little guarded at heart.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhNBj2cSNwO
Despite this, Hermione felt a sudden empathy for him, especially considering his recent loss. With his mother gone, she realised the Malfoy family was more complex than she initially thought. The difficulties Draco had faced suggested a deeper, more vulnerable side hidden behind his distant facade. Her view of him was changing as she started to see the challenges and pain beneath his exterior.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQgyQKLrXs0
Hermione sighed, aware they couldn't delay further. They had to get up and quickly devise a plan for their next step. The seriousness of their situation pressed on her—Diagon Alley was their next stop, but it wouldn't be straightforward. Hermione knew the area would be teeming with Death Eaters, requiring utmost caution. She realised they might face confrontation and needed to be ready to fight to reach their goal.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7G3qevBSuO
Hermione rolled her eyes and let the cool morning air help wake her up. She gradually sat up, wrapping the blanket more tightly around her to stay warm against the residual chill. As she looked around the small campsite, she saw that the fire had faded overnight, leaving only a gentle glow from the embers to provide some warmth. Despite the cold and discomfort, Hermione steeled herself for the day ahead, taking what comfort she could from the remaining heat.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbehAzhJk4i
‘Ah, you’re awake,’ a voice said from behind her.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8O972dQBLZ
Hermione turned as Snape entered the clearing. Without delay, he drew his wand and swiftly rekindled the fire, its flames coming alive to provide much-needed warmth on the cold morning. ‘Wake the other two. It’s time we left. I’ll check the area,’ he said in a brisk, no-nonsense tone. Then, Snape vanished into the trees, determined to make sure their area was secure and undisturbed before they moved on.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3I5g9jC1U5
Hermione frowned and fought off a yawn as she looked at her two sleeping companions. The chilly morning air still lingered, so she tightly wrapped her blanket around her shoulders to stay warm. Draco, startled by Snape’s sudden entrance, blinked sleepily and gradually sat up. He stretched and yawned, moving slowly as he pushed his blanket away and rubbed his eyes. After a while, Draco stood up, stretched stiffly from sleeping on the hard ground, then moved to his satchel to take out some items, though Hermione couldn’t see what he was getting.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡelRA0AICEM
After a moment, Draco approached the fire, now burning cheerfully, and set a triangle cooker in the middle of the flames. She understood that Draco must have been using this cooker to prepare his food. It was interesting to see Draco, who had always strongly disliked anything related to Muggle culture, now employing a Muggle cooking method. This quiet yet significant sight revealed how much had changed, both in their lives and in Draco himself.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡijAWszhVPe
Draco reached for his satchel—a once luxurious bag from his Hogwarts days. Now, it looked worn and battered. Hermione’s eyes widened as she observed: the fine leather was scuffed, marred by burns and scratches. This was almost shocking; she knew the Malfoy family always took pride in their appearance, keeping even their simple belongings in perfect condition. For Draco, carrying such a damaged bag signalled that things had changed. In Hermione’s view, it was a small yet significant sign that Draco had abandoned his old privileges and expectations, choosing to oppose Voldemort and distance himself from his father.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpsYV5yT2BN
Draco halted his movements and looked at Hermione. Still groggy, he slurred, ‘Do you want anything for breakfast?’ While his tone remained polite, it was obvious to everyone—no matter their Hogwarts house—that Draco was not at his best in the mornings.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWoxDNK69ZX
‘Sure, anything you can spare is fine,’ Hermione said quietly, trying to sound gentle to avoid provoking him.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCDQX0FpUAo
Draco nodded, then reached into his worn satchel to retrieve various breakfast items. He laid them carefully on the triangle cooker at the centre of the campfire. The quiet clinking of utensils and the soft sizzle of food cooking created a calm atmosphere at the campsite.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdvcreR1yEQ
Snape returned to the encampment. ‘Good, you’re awake,’ he said, turning to Draco, who gave a quick nod in response. Without hesitation, Snape approached Ron, who was still asleep, and sharply nudged him with his foot. ‘Wake up, Weasley,’ he ordered firmly. 242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmi12f1JJ1L
Ron gave a disgruntled groan, visibly annoyed at being woken so suddenly. It took him a moment to fully wake, and he sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes in a foggy attempt to shake off sleep. As consciousness returned, he shot a scowl at Snape, clearly upset by the abrupt wake-up. ‘Geez, can’t a guy sleep?’ he protested grumpily, voice thick with tiredness.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSwdQfXjwF2
However, Ron’s irritation was quickly overshadowed by another, more pressing sensation. As the aroma of breakfast cooking over the fire reached him, his stomach responded with a loud and unmistakable growl.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAQocvkv4xE
Hermione gave a gentle laugh, brightening the atmosphere by the campfire. Even Draco, usually reserved, couldn’t help but chuckle and shed his usual aloofness for a moment. ‘Hungry, Weasley?’ he said, giving Ron a quick, knowing look.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQshY17IqUw
Ron shifted uncomfortably, ears flushing with embarrassment as he confessed, ‘I haven’t eaten since yesterday.’ He attempted to hide his discomfort with a broad yawn, his body still sluggish from sleep. Looking for warmth, Ron stood and stretched, shaking off the remaining drowsiness before heading to the crackling fire, craving its heat and the hope of a much-needed meal.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡizkfmauJG2
Draco looked up from his preparations and asked, ‘Snape, do you want anything?’ Snape shook his head briefly, showing he wasn’t interested in the morning meal. Draco shrugged casually, used to Snape’s usual refusal.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ48IJ8qL3BX
Once the meal was ready, Draco split the food into three servings. He took three small plates from his worn satchel and put a portion on each. Casually, he handed a plate to Hermione, then to Ron, and finally sat down to eat his own breakfast.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYw6qrE6RCv
Hermione ate with deliberate slowness, savouring each bite after days of not having a proper meal. Her steady pace at breakfast reflected more than just recent hunger; Hermione had always been unhurried when eating, regardless of her appetite. She savoured her food, treating each bite as a small solace amid their difficult situation.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡje8QMDSday
Unlike Hermione’s calm pace, Ron eagerly ate his food as if it were his last. He quickly finished his breakfast, hardly pausing between bites, and then handed his plate to Draco. Draco raised an eyebrow, showing some amusement at Ron’s eagerness. An embarrassed Ron shook his head and looked over at Hermione, who was only halfway through her meal.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡllb6MaSmpg
Ron watched Hermione closely, a habit he had developed over time, always hoping she wouldn’t notice him staring. His fascination with her surpassed mere love; he found something utterly captivating about Hermione. In Ron’s view, she was unmatched in beauty, though he knew he was biased. There was an almost ethereal quality to her, an aura that distinguished her from others. Sometimes her movements seemed both graceful and deliberate, as if every gesture were intentional, leaving Ron unable to look away from her.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuCHMtBXRu1
Ron’s mind wandered to an earlier memory—the first time Hermione corrected his homework. He found her neat handwriting, almost like calligraphy, starkly different from his messy scrawl. Hermione seemed timeless; in moments like these, Ron felt she belonged to a different era than theirs. He snapped out of his reverie as Hermione got up and handed her plate to Draco, managing to look away just in time.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcLhTkGmEtW
‘So, what’s our plan?’ Ron asked casually as he started tidying the campsite, carefully folding both his and Hermione’s blankets before setting them aside.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu299jr7UBI
Hermione, sensing the flow of the conversation, moved to help. ‘Diagon Alley, right?’ she asked calmly.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ53NJx0jyQL
Draco nodded in agreement with the plan. ‘We can Apparate there,’ he said calmly, sounding practical and unhurried. While Hermione and Ron hurriedly packed up their things and tidied the campsite, Draco stayed seated, watching the others with a detached demeanour.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRjXaKPF82g
‘But…’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlDGA2aXksK
Draco leaned forward, giving Hermione a steady look. ‘Granger, the Dark Lord, shattered the Apparition Wards around the Forbidden Forest so they could enter and exit freely. I doubt your Order has had the chance to rebuild them while being confined to the castle,’ he said, his tone ending the discussion.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd1T7Aq35mc
Hermione’s mouth closed firmly, indicating she was ready to question Draco’s reasoning. Her jaw tightened as she crossed her arms, signalling resolve. Rather than directly arguing about the wards, she shifted the topic by glaring at Draco. ‘So, do you know the safest place for us to Apparate?’ she asked, her tone sharp and inquisitive as she challenged the Slytherin.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO1Hh5G5t2P
Draco shrugged casually, his face reflective as he pondered their choices. ‘Knockturn Alley is out; it will be teeming with Death Eaters,’ he stated, dismissing the suggestion immediately. ‘We could simply Apparate to Muggle London and go in through the Leaky Cauldron. Flourish and Blotts is just down the street from there.’ As he spoke, Draco idly tapped his chin, thoughtfully considering the potential risks and advantages of this approach.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQdpBZkPjBd
Ron hesitated and let out a reluctant sigh as he looked between Hermione and Draco. ‘I hate to admit it, but Malfoy’s idea might be our best option,’ he said, grimacing at the thought of agreeing with Draco.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0rgkUuCnLO
‘Of course, I’m a prodigy,’ Draco said with a smug smile, his voice dripping with arrogance. His confident boast instantly annoyed Ron, making him want to lash out. For a moment, Ron’s fists clenched as he battled the urge to wipe that smug grin off Draco’s face.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZNahmFX2og
Hermione rolled her eyes, showing her doubt about Draco’s idea. ‘Wouldn’t the Leaky Cauldron also be crowded with Death Eaters?’ she asked, giving him a sceptical look that clearly indicated she thought his plan wouldn't work.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPaHCCHE8of
Draco’s smirk faded as he grew more serious. ‘Either way, we need to be prepared to fight,’ he said firmly. He shrugged casually, but his tone was serious, reminding everyone of the constant dangers. ‘We don’t know that anyway. Last time I was there, most of them stuck to Knockturn Alley,’ Draco added, trying to reassure them.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCF6wEjoNMn
Hermione sighed, recognising that Draco’s plan was the most practical choice available. ‘Fine, we’ll go with that when the time comes,’ she said reluctantly, her tone showing her frustration as she shook her head in resignation. Draco chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that only annoyed Hermione more, causing her to glare sharply at him. Trying to steer the conversation ahead, Hermione turned her attention back to Draco. ‘So, Malfoy…’ she started, her voice fading off.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyi2NtPGhHt
Draco looked at Hermione with a frown, observing her closely as she appeared to hesitate. He stood there patiently, his curiosity growing as she remained silent. ‘Yes, Granger?’ he asked, urging her to share what she was thinking.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjAwNOnpamF
Hermione looked directly at him and said, 'Can I ask a question?'242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEB7rSmy0Ki
Draco looked steadily at Hermione, a fleeting look of unease passing over his face as he wondered if she might try to use Legilimency on him. He instinctively strengthened his mental defences, readying himself for any attempt to read his thoughts. But he soon realised there was no sign of anyone trying to invade his mind, and his tension eased.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKWyXYeF4cu
‘You just did,’ he whispered in reply to her question, his voice quiet as he bent down to pick up a stick. Absentmindedly, Draco poked at the fire, his focus on the glowing embers rather than their tense exchange.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyN638FCUoO
Hermione’s patience was clearly waning. ‘No need to be pedantic,’ she snapped, rolling her eyes at Draco’s retort. She crossed her arms, her irritation visible as she persisted, eager for answers. ‘I just wanted to ask why you joined You-Know-Who.’ Ron looked at Hermione, surprised by her directness, but when he glanced at Draco, the Slytherin seemed completely unfazed, showing no signs of discomfort from her blunt question.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsqUhqiKcXg
Draco paused, silently contemplating Hermione’s question as the flickering fire cast shifting shadows on his face. After a moment, he finally responded in a subdued tone, ‘It wasn’t my choice.’ His words carried a sense of resignation. Carefully, he placed his empty plate on the ground next to his satchel. With a practised flick of his wand, Draco focused on the three empty plates. ‘Scourgify,’ he whispered. A faint magical shimmer wiped away any remaining food or dirt, and he quickly stored the now clean plates back into his bag.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBe5UbIutdb
Ron and Hermione shared a shocked glance, struggling to process Draco’s confession. After a brief pause, Ron finally spoke, his voice tinged with bitterness. ‘Everyone has a choice, Malfoy,’ he said, scowling as he looked at the Slytherin.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH2oxu9iR8n
Draco fixed Ron with a piercing glare, his eyes burning with anger. ‘If you think being tied to a chair, tortured, and having the brand seared on my forearm is a choice, Weasley,’ he retorted, his voice edged with resentment as his fists clenched at his sides.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ10N5Syvhqs
Ron’s face drained of colour, and he closed his eyes, showing regret for what he had just heard. Hermione, meanwhile, stared at Draco in disbelief, her shock clear. ‘They did that?’ she asked softly. Despite the years of hostility towards Draco, Hermione could never have wished such a fate on anyone—not even him.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMgtkiAFSIU
Draco let out a tired sigh and shook his head. ‘Everyone in the Malfoy family has been loyal to the Dark Lord since his school days,’ he explained, sounding resigned. ‘My grandfather, Abraxas, was one of his closest followers when he attended Hogwarts. It’s a family legacy—my father grew up hearing stories of the Dark Lord’s greatness and joined him at the earliest chance.’ Draco paused, poking at the fire with his stick, the flames mirroring the turmoil on his face. ‘So, by the time it was my turn, there was never any doubt. I was supposed to follow their path and join him eagerly, just as they had.’ 242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4HIhB51EcE
Draco hesitated, the silence between them heavy with unspoken pain. ‘I was different,’ he admitted, a hollow, bitter laugh escaping him. ‘So, Lucius thought he could force some sense into me. If I even doubted what the Dark Lord was doing…’ his voice trailed off as he gazed into the fire, the flames mirrored in his eyes. ‘Incredibly, I never became immune to the Cruciatus Curse,’ he admitted, his tone wavering as the painful memories arose.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP5tbvhogGO
Ron and Hermione looked at Draco, trying to process what he had just shared. Ron’s face showed scepticism, with doubt flickering in his eyes, but he stayed silent, uncertain of how to respond. Hermione, meanwhile, held her breath, worried that any interruption might cause Draco to shut himself off again. Compassion for Draco and everything he had gone through started to grow inside her, despite the painful memories he had caused her before. However, underneath her sympathy, Hermione also felt curious; she wanted to find out the truth about Draco’s actions and beliefs. More than anything, she longed to understand the real Draco Malfoy—the person behind the Slytherin façade he had maintained for so many years.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPeiwv8eAPq
Draco sighed and tilted his head. ‘As a Malfoy, I was a slave to the Dark Lord even before I was born. Now, I’m stuck with this mark on my perfect skin until I die or he dies,’ he explained. His words, tinged with bitter resignation, made Hermione and Ron exchange surprised glances, both raising their eyebrows at his particular emphasis on his skin.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1dsh88GIyq
Unexpectedly, Draco rolled up his sleeve to reveal an ominous black skull tattoo on his forearm, with the serpent slithering from its mouth as a chilling symbol. The stark image made Ron feel nauseous, his face turning a vivid green as he struggled to stay calm. Hermione instinctively shrank back, her body trembling in fear and disgust. Seeing the Dark Mark awakened a new fear in her—an unsettling thought that Voldemort could use it to watch their every move and know exactly where they were.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3fBgxqhb6y
Draco looked at the mark on his forearm, his face contorted with a mix of pain and disgust. ‘When it swells like that, it means he’s calling us,’ he said, his voice tense. The pain was evident in his face as he struggled to express the torment. ‘It’s like hot knives are stabbing my arm repeatedly. It only stops when we go to him, and if we ignore it, the pain becomes almost unbearable.’ Draco grimaced, biting his lip so hard that a thin line of blood appeared on his chin, silently showing the suffering he endured whenever the Dark Mark summoned him.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLR4ZXu2WMN
Snape entered the clearing, quickly noticing Draco with a worried expression and a deep frown. Without delay, he raised his wand and aimed it purposefully at Draco’s arm, where the Dark Mark remained visible. ‘Ingorio,’ he quietly muttered. The spell targeted only the mark, serving as a silent signal of understanding and support, helping ease the pain caused by the cursed tattoo.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjapb1WrBKa
As the pain from the Dark Mark eased, Draco took a deep, calming breath. The anguish that distorted his face moments earlier disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of relief. He offered a grateful smile toward Snape, silently thanking the Potions Master for his quick help and the relief it provided. ‘You really need to teach me that spell,’ Draco said sincerely, still catching his breath as he pulled his sleeve down to hide the mark again.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrFyWH8HAQH
‘It is fairly simple, really,’ Snape started, demonstrating the technique confidently. He clasped his wand, then flicked it sharply to the left, followed by a broad, anticlockwise circle in the air. The movements were smooth and exact, reflecting years of skill. ‘The incantation is "Ingorio",’ Snape said clearly, pronouncing each syllable distinctly. ‘It relieves pain, but only from cursed marks,’ he added, his dark eyes flicking around as he highlighted the spell’s specific use.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBgBVW9LzdE
Hermione’s fingers moved to her bandaged arm, gently touching the scar where the word “Mudblood” had been carved into her skin. The memory of that painful experience, both physically and emotionally, stayed with her. She wondered if Snape’s spell, “Ingorio”, could also bring relief to her wound. She looked at Snape, searching for an answer in his face. When he met her gaze, he gave a slight, subtle nod—an unspoken sign that he believed the spell might work for her too. Hermione felt some comfort from his quiet reassurance, hope flickering in her chest as she considered the possibility of easing the wound that had haunted her since her time at Malfoy Manor.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTKxKg1uT35
Hermione raised her wand, eager to try the “Ingorio” spell, her face a mix of hope and doubt. But before she could speak the incantation, the peaceful clearing was suddenly disturbed. Birds suddenly took flight from their branches above, their alarmed cries piercing the quiet of the early morning. Hermione’s eyebrows knit together in worry as she quickly looked around the trees, trying to figure out what had alarmed the wildlife so early.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTKsPuFZkyN
Snape’s senses immediately heightened, and his stance shifted as he listened carefully to the silent clearing. His eyes narrowed as he examined the shadows. ‘We need to leave,’ he said, looking at each of them seriously. ‘Now,’ he ordered, his tone firm and final. Acting on his command, everyone quickly gathered their scattered belongings and prepared to go.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ2ZcsqAmCO
Snape quickly approached the edge of the trees, drew his wand, and aimed it at his own hand. Immediately, six red dots appeared on his skin, dangerously close to their current location. ‘Go now!’ Snape yelled, his voice breaking through the rising panic. Without delay, he rushed to the campfire and extinguished it with a quick flick of his wand, removing any evidence of their presence as the flames disappeared.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtwz6NAaWzY
The group froze as urgent shouts echoed from the trees. Without delay, Hermione grabbed her wand and reached for her beaded bag, quickly preparing to run. She hurried over to Draco and Ron, who were already poised to escape, their faces showing a mix of determination and worry. Without any words, Hermione and Ron started running, disappearing into the darkness of the trees. In the chaos, Draco hesitated briefly, looking back with concern. ‘Snape!’ he called out, worry in his voice for the Potions Master who had guided and protected them so far.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsormAKoKYq
‘Go! I'll stall them!’ Snape growled urgently, his voice low but commanding as he looked back at the fleeing trio. Without waiting for protests, he quickly cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself, making his form shimmer and vanish into the dappled light of the clearing. Moments later, six shadowy figures emerged from the treeline, marching purposefully into the space that Snape and his companions had just occupied.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbMdQV6wzXO
Draco nodded in understanding and quickly moved to hide behind the trees. As he ran, a Death Eater saw his escape and yelled, ‘Don’t let him escape!’ The Death Eater started jogging after Draco into the thick woods. Suddenly, something unexpected tripped him up, making him stumble and fall, halting his pursuit momentarily.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV3dHE5iQNg
Snape appeared at the clearing's edge, wand drawn and aimed steadily at the figures ahead. His keen eyes locked on one of the Death Eaters, who swiftly lowered his mask. As it fell, Lucius Malfoy's pale face and long, flaxen hair were unveiled. ‘Lucius,’ Snape said briefly, acknowledging him.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡslZnIoOQNz
Lucius looked at Snape with obvious disdain, keeping his wand steady on him. ‘Severus Snape turned traitor,’ he said. His sharp blue eyes flicked to the shadowy trees, where he had just seen Draco run into the forest. Staying alert, Lucius shifted his stance and began circling Snape with a predatory air. His voice was calm but intense as he asked, ‘Explain this, Severus. How is it that the brat I once called “son” is still alive?’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtuSJQdyUYE
Snape shrugged casually, remaining calm despite five wands aimed at him. ‘I guess miracles do happen, Lucius,’ he said smoothly, without a trace of fear or hesitation. His steady tone contrasted with the growing tension as the Death Eaters surrounded him, their eyes filled with anticipation and hostility.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpau2YMT7R0
Lucius paused, his cold gaze locking onto Snape as he quickly processed the details. ‘Ah, I see,’ he said casually, the realisation settling in as the truth surfaced. ‘I wondered where Narcissa had gone,' he added. 'It looks like I still have a brat to kill,’ Lucius sneered, his voice dripping with venom and bitterness.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfdbsON99dl
Snape’s eyes narrowed. ‘You won’t touch him!’ he shouted, filled with protective anger. In a quick, focused move, he pointed his wand at Lucius and fired a stream of purple light. The spell hit Lucius directly in the chest, causing him to tumble backwards into a tree. The impact knocked him breathless for a moment, and he slumped against the rough bark unconscious.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡROKkWbz813
All chaos erupted as the other Death Eaters launched a flurry of spells at Snape. Quickly responding, Snape remained steady, skilfully deflecting the spells and striking back with exact counter-curses. The battle was intense; magical energy filled the air as spells clashed and ricocheted around the clearing.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKmn715pS51
Despite being outnumbered, Snape successfully incapacitated two of the five remaining Death Eaters, each collapsing as his spells struck true. The fight reached a pivotal point when the third Death Eater, still on the ground from an earlier hit, took his opportunity. In a quick motion, he drove his fist into the back of Snape’s knee. This surprise move destabilised Snape, causing him to fall to his knees and exposing him to the surrounding enemies.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3cbL3WlJxZ
The Death Eater regained his footing, wand in hand, as the other two moved toward him. One of them advanced purposefully, stopping right in front of Snape. With a slow, dramatic gesture, she removed her mask, revealing Bellatrix Lestrange's wild curls and bright, crazed eyes. ‘Such a shame, Sevvy,’ Bellatrix whispered mockingly. She moved closer, her actions unnerving as she provocatively licked Snape's cheek.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZHtorhbsbm
Snape scowled in disgust and shoved Bellatrix away forcefully. Bellatrix responded with her typical manic laugh, pleased by the upset she caused. With a gleeful flourish, she strode over to Lucius, who was slumped against the tree, and quickly revived him with a flick of her wand. Meanwhile, the other Death Eaters shifted closer around Snape, blocking any chance for him to escape.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI4PoK9yxJt
Lucius stood up with a pained groan, his face contorted in anger as he glared at Snape. He moved deliberately toward him. ‘Good show, Snape, but it was not enough,’ Lucius sneered, his tone dripping with contempt as he pointed his wand at Snape's chest. ‘Now, tell me, was Draco with anyone else?’ he asked sharply. He tried to use Legilimency to read Snape’s thoughts for answers, but Snape’s mind remained impenetrable, his mental defences unbreakable, refusing to yield any information.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDQbCzvClE6
Snape’s lips gently curved into a calm, subtle smile as he looked into Lucius’s angry eyes. ‘Albus has won…’ he said softly, his voice calm despite the danger. A flicker of relief appeared in his eyes as he added, ‘My conscience is clear.’ Then, Snape took a final breath, his face peaceful. He closed his eyes, accepting his inevitable fate, with resignation and a sense of closure as he braced for what was to come.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2xhZXh13xf
Lucius trembled with intense anger. ‘What do you mean?’ he snapped. Snape remained silent, then started humming a familiar tune—one once sung by Albus Dumbledore. Its subtle defiance only heightened Lucius’s fury.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBFThjQHsxL
Driven to the edge by Snape’s silence and Dumbledore's taunting melody, Lucius lost control. ‘Avada Kedavra!’ he shouted, his wand casting a deadly green flash. The curse hit Snape, who fell to the ground, a faint smile of contentment and serenity still visible on his face even as life left him.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUXqKlsqSja
The Death Eaters were stunned by Lucius’s actions. ‘You shouldn’t have killed him, Lucius,’ one of them said, clearly surprised. ‘There are other ways to get information—’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQj4PXn8IDg
Lucius, visibly agitated, shouted, ‘I know!’ while shaking his head in frustration. Seeming clearly disturbed by what had happened, he stated, ‘I will explain to the Dark Lord,’ though his hesitation was apparent; the idea of reporting their failure did not appeal to him.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ1sKztrBlY
Lucius, eager to find out more about Draco’s location, moved cautiously toward the trees where he had seen him disappear. He paused, then abruptly faced his five companions with a stern look. ‘Did any of you see anyone else with Draco?’ he asked sharply, hoping that one of them might have seen something and could give him the answers he was desperately seeking.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMoIZZaz6Ih
Bellatrix, her lips curling into a sly smile, responded in her characteristic high-pitched, childish voice, ‘I saw a girl.’ The straightforward admission lingered in the air, her tone strangely playful even amid the tense situation.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡndIB3ygkVI
Lucius, still desperate for answers, fixed his gaze on Bellatrix. Resolute in his effort to gather any useful information, he approached her and firmly grasped her chin. ‘Did you see what she looked like?’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvWwYAQvCNY
Bellatrix glared fiercely at Lucius, breaking free from his grip. ‘No,’ she said, her voice tinged with frustration, ‘but if we find Draco, we will find her.’ She then hurried past Lucius, her steps quick and determined as she started scanning the surroundings for any signs or clues to help their search.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjgn52MupAZ
Lucius’s frustration boiled over, his patience gone. He clenched his fists and shouted, ‘I want them found!’ his voice echoed through the clearing. Instantly, the four masked figures Apparated away with soft cracks, disappearing into the shadows to urgently search for Draco and the mysterious girl.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVHL8iTs8Xp
Bellatrix looked up at Lucius, her eyes sharpening with a blend of curiosity and impatience. ‘What’s our plan, Lucy?’ she questioned, her tone tinged with mockery as she used the nickname that never failed to grate on Lucius’s nerves.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFc9Ga4Boii
Lucius’s jaw clenched as Bellatrix’s question hung in the tense silence. His eyes narrowed with resolve, and he forced himself to calm his breathing. With no better options and knowing time was tight, Lucius decided. ‘We will go to the Ministry.’ Without waiting for Bellatrix’s reply or for her to follow, he spun around and Apparated, leaving her alone in the clearing.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVsJq1FB1yj
Bellatrix let out a tired sigh as she surveyed the clearing again, her sharp eyes searching for any clues. Suddenly, she noticed an object partly concealed in the underbrush—a faint green shimmer catching the light. Moving quickly and with purpose, she crossed the clearing and bent down, grabbing the small item. She then scrutinised it, turning it over in her hand. It was a green-tinted pebble, instantly recognisable as the kind Draco had collected when he was a child. Bellatrix’s lips flickered with brief curiosity as she muttered, ‘Interesting,’ under her breath. Yet, her initial hope quickly waned; despite being a personal keepsake, the pebble revealed nothing about Draco’s current location. Her shoulders drooped in disappointment, realising she was no closer to finding him or the mysterious girl.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMsn5gkgXkW
Bellatrix cast her sharp gaze over the clearing once again, fixating on Severus Snape's lifeless form. A broad, satisfied smile appeared on her face, revealing her triumph. Eager to uncover anything that could reveal Draco’s location or identify the mysterious girl, she knelt beside Snape’s body and conducted a detailed search. However, she found nothing of importance—no clues, artefacts, or anything that could assist her. Frustration crept onto her face as she realised her search was in vain. Disappointed but resolute, Bellatrix straightened up, scowled, and Apparated away from the clearing. Her next destination: the Ministry of Magic, where she planned to meet Lucius and continue their pursuit.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRNnjghmsPO
Harry sat quietly by the window in Frodo’s room, observing the soft morning light filtering through the glass. Gandalf seated himself in the chair beside Frodo's bed, offering a sense of comfort and solemnity. It had been six days since Harry arrived in Rivendell, yet Frodo remained unresponsive.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg7W7ubjeNv
While Elrond remained confidently optimistic that Frodo would be fine, Gandalf's body language and subtle sighs revealed his underlying worry. His furrowed brow contrasted with Elrond's steady confidence.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsmRXC4iz5H
‘Do you think he’ll wake, Gandalf?’ Harry asked, watching Frodo before he got up and headed to the bookcase along the wall. The shelves were filled with books, all written in Elvish script. Harry looked at the spines, realising he couldn’t read the titles, but browsing kept him busy. There wasn't much else to do in Rivendell right now, and most of the Elves stayed apart, mainly keeping to themselves.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNPoxHMWaVV
Gandalf's eyes remained focused on Frodo, showing a mix of tension and hope. ‘Yes, any moment now,’ he whispered, full of anticipation. Harry, hearing this, looked at Gandalf with a worried expression, trying to understand what the wizard was thinking. Suddenly, Frodo let out a small groan, breaking the quiet. Harry quickly moved to his side, his eyes wide with surprise as he saw the Hobbit wake up after days of unconsciousness.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR899Qdl4zO
Frodo awoke, blinking as he tried to understand where he was. Filled with confusion and fear, he asked, ‘Where am I?’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡABGEJrwqpY
Gandalf leaned forward, his eyes kind as he eased Frodo’s confusion. ‘You are in the House of Elrond, and it is ten o'clock in the morning on October the 24th, if you want to know,’ he said, a reassuring grin appearing as he looked down at the small Hobbit, who then closed his eyes again with a groan.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy9X8dO3SUl
Harry moved across the room and drew the curtains back, letting in more sunlight to brighten the space. In a gentle voice, he asked, ‘Is he okay?’ Gandalf looked at Harry and gave a reassuring nod, quietly indicating that Frodo’s condition was stable for the moment.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs7Ndilzaj8
Frodo’s eyelids fluttered as he gradually reopened them, his gaze uncertain as he looked around the unfamiliar room. He lay in a bed beside an open window, with golden sunlight filtering through the leaves and creating dappled patterns on the ornately carved wooden beams above. The sound of a waterfall nearby drifted in with the fresh morning air, blending with the aroma of fir trees that framed the expansive view outside. As Frodo’s awareness increased, his eyes fixed on Gandalf and Harry sitting close by. A wave of relief came over him, and he called out, ‘Gandalf!’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg1PNAYp4G0
Gandalf gently puffed on his pipe, a soft cloud of smoke rising as he looked at Frodo with a tender smile. ‘Yes, I’m here,’ he said warmly, his voice clearly caring. Focusing on Frodo’s well-being, Gandalf continued, ‘And you are lucky to be here too. A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid.’ He reached out and affectionately patted Frodo’s head, showing pride. ‘But you have some strength in you, my dear Hobbit,’ he added, his expression showing both relief and admiration for Frodo’s courage despite the danger.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgrVXy08o8c
Frodo sat upright in his bed, worry evident on his face as he turned to Gandalf. Still shaken from his recent experience, Frodo looked at the wizard and inquired, ‘What happened, Gandalf? Why didn’t you meet us?’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlnAY62VqNS
Gandalf’s expression became distant as he looked out the window, the morning light reflecting off his troubled face. ‘I am sorry, Frodo,’ Gandalf said softly, the words heavy with his sense of guilt. His nervous eyes avoided Frodo’s as he added, ‘I was delayed.’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrzVIDdz0FG
Harry’s brow furrowed with concern as he looked at Gandalf. ‘I hope I wasn’t the reason,’ he said softly, shaking his head worriedly.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ01DeudWFEC
Gandalf shifted his focus to Harry. ‘No, Harry, you arrived after the events in question,’ Gandalf explained, his voice gentle but firm, trying to comfort the young wizard. 'We had planned to meet you along the way, but unexpected problems came up that kept me from joining you as planned.’ Gandalf spoke carefully, giving just enough detail to calm Harry’s worries without revealing too much.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf8yI6voXgJ
Harry hesitated, casting an unsure look at Gandalf. He struggled to find the right words, his face showing concern as he began, ‘I meant to ask… what happened to…’ but then stopped, feeling uneasy about asking in Frodo’s presence. Harry knew he had been told not to talk about the future, especially with others around, and the lack of privacy made it impossible to ask Gandalf what was troubling him. The uncertainty bothered him deeply, and it was frustrating not to be able to ask about Ron and Hermione.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsfwGvnRUgA
Gandalf gave a gentle, reassuring smile and turned to Harry. ‘They are fine,’ he said. Harry exhaled softly, feeling relief and offering a slight, thankful nod. While Gandalf’s words calmed his immediate worries, Harry’s mind remained restless with unanswered questions. For now, he chose to accept Gandalf’s reassurance, feeling secure in the knowledge that his friends were safe, even though his curiosity still simmered beneath.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjC5TzxisAf
Suddenly, a loud, joyful voice rang out from the doorway, breaking the silence. ‘Frodo! Frodo! Bless you, you’re awake!’ Samwise Gamgee exclaimed as he rushed in. His face was filled with relief and joy at finally seeing Frodo conscious. Without delay, Sam hurried to Frodo’s bedside, his excitement filling the room and causing smiles among everyone present.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPErvFbdyuW
Harry was formally introduced to the other three Hobbits—Sam, Merry, and Pippin—when they finally arrived with the mysterious Ranger. The others called him “Strider”, but Harry hadn't yet spoken with him or observed him closely before he left. Since that brief meeting, several days had gone by without Harry seeing the Ranger again.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEKAhvdV6zT
Gandalf gazed at Frodo with a gentle smile. ‘Sam has hardly left your side,’ he said, his eyes shining with fondness as he looked at the two Hobbits.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1jL7Mwe4o7
‘We were worried about you, weren’t we, Mr Gandalf?’ Sam said, addressing the wizard, but his eyes stayed on Frodo, as a broad smile appeared on his face.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRp0flP97VT
Gandalf gave a reassuring nod, his look calm and comforting. ‘Thanks to the healing skills of Lord Elrond, you are starting to recover,’ he said softly, filled with hope.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdaC1c8bOUe
Lord Elrond entered the room with a dignified and serene presence, approaching Frodo’s bedside. He inclined his head in greeting. ‘Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins,’ he said, his tone gracious and sincere.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIXqQOgeviU
Frodo, still healing, sat up in bed and looked at Elrond with awe. The reality of where he was and the presence of such a significant figure made him briefly speechless.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtZLB7FTbOo
Elrond spoke softly, his words carrying the burden of history. ‘You have found your way to the last homely house east of the sea. The Elves of Imladris have dwelt within this valley for three thousand years, though few of my kin now remain.’242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq3XFAZiv6i
Frodo nodded quietly, gratefully accepting the gentle support from Harry and Sam as he got up from his bed. He leaned on them and slowly and unsteadily made his way to the window. With their help, he reached the sill and looked out at the stunning valley below. As Rivendell's beauty revealed itself, a bright smile appeared on Frodo’s face, lighting up his features with joy and wonder.
A/N: So, what did you all think? It’s getting serious XD
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