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A/N: Hey, so I had so much fun writing this chapter that I ended up getting a little carried away, especially with Legolas x Hermione moments—I couldn’t help myself, okay! I love describing the settings and moments in The Lord of the Rings, haha!30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4l4gTWHyHW
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Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think!
Hermione strolled through Rivendell’s vibrant gardens, taking in each flower, detail, and well-maintained path. As the light faded, she saw every blossom grow more vivid, their petals displaying shades of violet, gold, and white. Old trees arched overhead, and their silver leaves rustled in the evening breeze, while wisteria swayed gently, hanging like curtains from the branches. Streams wound their way through lush lawns, reflecting the last rays of sunlight and casting silver patterns onto the moss-covered banks. She paused near a cluster of star-shaped, glowing flowers that softly lit up the dusk, feeling captivated by their ethereal beauty.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsUWdW5bqBb
She committed the scene to memory, fully aware she might not return to this tranquil place for a long time. The thought lingered—she doubted she would walk these gardens again. This uncertainty made her pause to truly appreciate her surroundings and savour every moment, as it might be her last chance.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNwbnWoJ2jt
A surge of emotions, which Hermione thought she had already buried since arriving in the past, now overwhelmed her. Doubts crept in as questions with no answers raced through her mind. She wondered whether their actions could truly change history or if unstoppable forces had already fixed fate. In her thoughts, friends and loved ones from her own time appeared—some faces familiar, others painfully distant. The hope of bringing happiness and life back to those lost—innocents, friends, loved ones—felt out of reach. Hermione often questioned whether she would ever see Ron again or if she could ever fill the aching emptiness his absence left behind. Memories of his laughter, his comforting presence, and the solace he provided haunted her mind.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLgulN3tWyE
Hermione shook her head, uncertain. She searched for reassurance but found no comforting answer to ease her fears. She clung to the slim hope that they could stop Voldemort’s corruption from spreading like a shadow throughout time. Even as she tried to embrace this hope, doubt gnawed at her. Uncertainties lay ahead; each decision raised new questions.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUlTSqrVZfp
Hermione recognised that evil did not exist as a single force to be overcome, and that defeating it would not automatically bring peace. She realised that even if they overcame Voldemort, other dangers would remain—threats woven into the very fabric of Middle-earth and her own future.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2EdGBCcFWY
The Fellowship prepared to depart at dawn to destroy the One Ring, making this their final night in Rivendell. Hermione experienced a bittersweet sadness as she said goodbye to Lord Elrond’s sanctuary. She had found refuge in Rivendell’s otherworldly beauty—its shining marble halls, cascading waterfalls, and the gentle laughter of Elves. Yet, alongside her sadness, a spark of excitement began to grow. Anticipating their adventure filled her with both anxiety and curiosity.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7SbjEmtSsR
Hermione followed an unfamiliar trail, her steps taking her through a different section of the gardens. She walked beneath a canopy of ancient trees, their silvery leaves shimmering in the gentle breeze and casting dappled moonlight onto the mossy ground. Clusters of bright wildflowers glowed in shades of blue and pale pink along the edges, while ivory ferns rustled softly at her feet.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLNUZlYo9Cs
Hermione crossed a small bridge spanning a gentle stream, where the soft-flowing waters flowed towards a pond decorated with delicate water lilies. The twilight sky shimmered on the stream’s surface, which rippled as tiny fish darted beneath the clear water. Trailing wisteria and climbing ivy adorned the balustrade of the pale stone bridge. Resting her hands on the smooth, cool stone, Hermione leaned on the railing and paused, smiling as she absorbed the peaceful scene.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCYHONt6tSg
Hermione glanced around, her smile fading slightly as she contemplated the time. That evening, the Elves planned to hold a grand celebration in their honour—a start-of-journey festival before their departure at dawn. She realised she needed to return soon to avoid being late, but she lingered, unwilling to leave the peaceful solitude she had found.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDCZXUCL3l8
Hermione found the thought of rejoining the others amid the lively singing and dancing of the Elves somewhat intimidating. Although the Elves greeted her with cheerful friendliness—their laughter ringing like wind chimes and their smiles shining as brightly as dawn—Hermione still felt unsure she was ready to participate in their festivities.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCK399okz4o
Hermione admired the pale blue dress that Arwen had chosen for her to wear at the evening celebration—the material draped gracefully, showcasing its simple yet elegant design. Intricate silver embroidery of elven leaves and vines adorned the gently flared sleeves, which hovered at her wrists and barely touched her skin. She noticed a delicate gold ribbon, threaded through subtle loops and tied in a small bow at the front of the fitted bodice. The softly structured bodice moulded to her shape without restricting her, and a slender, engraved gold belt cinched her waist, highlighting her figure. Although she recognised the dress’s beauty, Hermione felt somewhat out of place, never having worn such exquisite clothing before arriving in Middle-earth.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOzzBMg74YP
Arwen carefully styled Hermione’s long hair, weaving the dark strands into two slender braids above her temples. She pulled these braids back and elegantly intertwined them at the centre of Hermione’s head, securing them with a delicate silver clasp shaped like entwined leaves. The rest of Hermione’s hair flowed freely in soft, shiny curls, with tiny moonstone-set pins hidden among the twists. The overall look appeared both refined and regal, and Hermione almost believed she could be mistaken for an Elf.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNok76pUWdA
Hermione sighed and glanced back at the serene pond. To her surprise, she noticed Legolas’s reflection nearby—he had moved closer so silently that she hadn’t realised. Startled, she looked up and saw him standing beside her. His soft Elven cloak blended into the shadows, and the lantern’s warm light made his fair hair glow. Feeling shy, Hermione let out a nervous laugh as a blush coloured her cheeks. She tucked a stray curl behind her ear, gathering herself. ‘Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise you were there,’ she said softly, flustered as she looked between Legolas’s peaceful face and the quiet pond.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjRPh1srIlH
Legolas admired Hermione’s blue gown and the intricate braids in her hair, his pale blue gaze deepening the blush on her cheeks and causing her to feel a subtle wave of self-awareness mingled with embarrassment. When he noticed her unease, he quickly averted his eyes, then looked back at her with a kind, understanding expression. He nodded politely, offered a slight smile, and bowed respectfully. ‘I apologise for startling you, Lady Hermione,’ he said softly, his voice gentle.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOibB7nZSWQ
Hermione gave a slight smile and shook her head, softly saying, ‘No need, it happens often,’ then turned her gaze back to the pond. Above, the willow branches swayed softly, their slender leaves rustling in the breeze, and occasional fireflies drifted by, their flickering glow resembling tiny lanterns in the darkness. The garden’s comforting calm wrapped around Hermione like a gentle hug. ‘This place is so beautiful. It’s like I’m in a dream,’ she whispered, letting out a soft sigh filled with awe and longing.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc69t77fEOP
Legolas observed Hermione closely, wary concern shining in his vivid blue eyes. He waited in silence, watching her breath tremble slightly and noting her hesitant grip on the pale stone railing of the bridge. While Hermione kept her gaze fixed on the gentle ripples of the pond, Legolas saw a shadow pass over her face—her brows furrowed a little and she drew further into herself with each moment. Legolas moved nearer, his Elven cloak rustling softly as he stopped beside her. He respected her solitude but quietly offered comfort simply by being there. His expression softened as he watched the emotions shift on Hermione’s face—longing, sadness, and a silent feeling he struggled to identify.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRj9rYqvYK0
Legolas finally spoke softly, expressing care and seriousness. He asked gently in a thoughtful tone, ‘You are ill at ease, Lady Hermione. Is the Ring troubling you?’30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRIwKiK83yx
Hermione locked eyes with him, emotion shining in her gaze. ‘It’s not just the Ring,’ she whispered gently, her voice weary. She swallowed hard, her throat tightening painfully as she gripped the cold stone railing, her knuckles standing out white against her soft blue sleeve. Her shallow, uneven breaths made clear her struggle to remain composed while tears welled in her eyes. Determined to keep herself together, Hermione fought the overwhelming heartache and strove to appear strong, even as her resolve wavered amidst her grief.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtJapnDQgKP
Legolas quietly stepped closer on the mossy ground, making sure not to disturb Hermione as he noticed her faint sorrow. He offered gentle reassurance with his presence, hoping to comfort her while still respecting her solitude. In a soft, low voice filled with concern, he asked, ‘What is distressing you?’30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1naMxiAPoB
Hermione drew a deep, trembling breath and wiped away a tear that rolled down her cheek. She spoke softly, her voice fragile and uncertain, ‘A lot happened before we got here. We lost so much because of this war,’ she murmured, her words heavy. Thoughts of Ron filled Hermione’s mind, and she felt a dull ache in his absence—an emptiness deep in her chest. Memories flooded her: Ron’s laughter echoing in candlelit halls, their shared jokes warming cold winter nights, and his comforting presence steadying her in moments of fear. Each memory struck her with painful clarity, piercing her heart anew. ‘My friend, Ron, should have been here with us,’ she said softly, tears blurring her vision and grief weighing her down.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4FyDKgyzUj
Legolas nodded, understanding clear in his expression. He paused and searched for words that wouldn’t deepen Hermione’s sorrow. In a gentle, cautious voice, he asked, ‘He is the friend you mentioned in the Council meeting?’ He stood beside her with his usual poise and restraint, his face openly tender—his jaw tightened slightly, his brow faintly furrowed, and his eyes shone with genuine concern. He radiated empathy; he neither intruded nor withdrew, instead offering a silent invitation for her to share her burden if she wished. In that peaceful moment, he provided a calming refuge—a quiet gesture of comfort, even as he sought the right words to soothe her pain.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUdHK0F82GS
Hermione nodded slowly, her voice trembling as she admitted, ‘He died so we could escape and come here.’ Tears streamed down her face as she could no longer hold them back, her shoulders trembling while her hidden pain spilt out. She gripped the cool stone of the bridge’s railing, her knuckles turning white and her fingers shaking as grief overwhelmed her. She fully allowed her long-suppressed grief to surface, mourning openly—deep sorrow marking her face, her lips trembling, her eyes shut tight and brows drawn in silent plea.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Va1c8r5PJ
Legolas briefly closed his eyes and creased his brow in a deep frown as the lamplight subtly shaded his face. He gently whispered, ‘I am sorry for your loss,’ which prompted Hermione to look up, her eyes flickering with tears, yet also warm with his compassion.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt18PJoOGdF
After a brief pause, Legolas slowly opened his eyes. He gazed down, watching the moonlit river flow gently, its surface scattering twinkling patterns of light over the lilies and mossy stones. ‘The past is like a gaping hole,’ he whispered, his tone reflective of someone haunted by his own history. ‘You can try to run from it, but the more you do, the deeper it becomes behind you—its edges yawning at your heels.’30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNf5dcJCzBh
Legolas met Hermione’s gaze once more, his expression openly conveying deep understanding. Hermione wondered whether Legolas had also lost someone precious to him. The moonlight illuminated the sorrow etched on his face, and the gentle, anxious curve of his lips silently offered her comfort. In that moment, they bridged the distance between them, forming an unspoken bond—two souls, united by grief and the enduring ache of memory, who stood together in the peaceful night garden.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBJ1NOhe4mL
Legolas said softly, his voice filled with understanding and his own sorrow, ‘Your only choice is to confront it, but it is not easy when it is akin to facing a departed loved one,’ as he watched Hermione’s face darken.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBhqT97ixZc
Hermione hunched her shoulders and stared miserably at the ground, her wide, haunted eyes brimming with despair. The moonlight reflected the unshed tears on her face, and shadows danced across her features, highlighting her pain. Legolas recognised the heaviness of her grief and the fragility of her spirit, so he quietly reached out with a compassionate gesture. He softly touched beneath her chin, his feather-light contact warm and soothing. He gently lifted her head, inviting her to meet his gaze—a silent request for her to share her sorrow and seek comfort in his vivid blue eyes.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO0OenCmk1O
He softly whispered, his voice smooth and calming, ‘Keep your memories of your friend alive, and, in spirit, he will rejoice.’ The words lingered gently in the air, and Hermione gave a small, grateful smile—a quiet yet genuine indication that his kindness reached her during her distress. Her eyes, still glistening with unshed tears, softened; the weight in her chest lessened enough for her to breathe steadily.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZaEgqtW50E
Legolas moved towards her, gently reaching out to wipe away the tears on Hermione’s cheeks. He touched her with care, as if he meant to protect her from any more pain. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the coolness of his skin and the silent understanding he offered. When she opened her eyes again, Legolas offered her a final, soothing smile, his pale blue eyes full of empathy and quiet strength. The moonlight highlighted the delicate lines of his face, casting him in an almost ethereal glow.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgj2PrA2J68
Legolas left Hermione alone in the peaceful garden. As the quiet of the night wrapped around her, she breathed deeply, allowing the peace of the garden and the warmth of Legolas’s kindness to settle within her. The world seemed to pause, balanced between moonlight and memories, giving her a moment to start processing her grief and the comfort his words had offered. Legolas moved quietly past the pond, blending effortlessly into the silver-lit trees. Hermione watched him vanish into the night, noting the soft rustle he left behind and the lingering feeling of his kindness.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡur7sbvxZyn
She stood alone and took a moment to breathe in the cool night air against her skin. The moon’s gentle glow transformed the pond before her; its surface shimmered like spun glass, and a soft night breeze lightly disturbed the water. As Hermione observed the ripples, the night’s peaceful embrace wrapped around her—a tender reminder that, even amid sorrow, beauty and comfort can still be found.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZx6L8RabOp
Legolas remained in the shadows at the edge of the trees, watching Hermione, his fascination with her growing deeper each day as he witnessed her inner strength and resilience. Throughout the quiet night, he observed her every movement—the slight tremor in her shoulders, the way she softly drew breath through parted lips, and the quiet determination she radiated even when she appeared most vulnerable. He trusted that she would eventually overcome the darkness weighing on her heart. Still, a subtle unease troubled him, preventing him from feeling completely at peace.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFPV7ug5KSE
Legolas noticed an unusual sensation as he thought about his recent interactions with Hermione. He had known her for only a few months, yet their conversations and shared moments made him feel a deep familiarity, as though they had spent years together. This unexpected connection made Legolas quietly contemplate while he watched her alone by the pond; he felt both touched and uneasy about the powerful bond growing between them. His strong feelings unsettled him, stirring a longing and protectiveness he had not anticipated.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2GhAMzzAQu
Hermione quietly chose a seat in the corner of the large room and let her gaze drift over the long tables prepared for the evening. The arrangement instantly reminded her of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, although this room felt smaller and cosier. Lanterns hanging overhead bathed the space in a soft, golden glow, casting gentle shadows across the polished wooden trestles and drawing attention to the grain and intricate carvings on each table leg. Candlelight made the fine silverware gleam, while delicate crystal goblets caught and reflected the flickering flames, lending a subtle elegance to the gathering.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9HNZDZH2Z7
She took in the display of exotic foods and beverages spread across the tables, most of which were new to her. Baskets brimmed with vibrant, gem-like fruits—some shaped like stars, others sporting translucent skins that glistened beneath the lamplight. Fragrant breads, twisted into decorative braids and dusted with aromatic herbs, sat alongside steaming bowls of savoury stews filled with unrecognisable ingredients—delicate pastries, stuffed with sweet and spicy preserves, formed intricate spirals on silver trays. Tall pitchers holding vividly coloured drinks—emerald green, sunset orange, and a mysterious silvery blue—stood at intervals, their shimmering contents promising otherworldly flavours.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡevA0QgKQ65
Hermione felt unsettled by the unfamiliar dishes and hesitated to try any. The scents—floral, earthy, and citrus—invited her but also seemed foreign, adding to her uncertainty. She nervously fidgeted with her gown, debating whether to approach the spread, unsure if the flavours would remind her of home or only heighten her sense of alienation. Steeling herself against the unfamiliarity, she took a cautious breath and fixed her gaze on a platter of delicate, leaf-wrapped morsels she guessed might be a local delicacy. The soft murmur of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the gentle strains of Elven music amplified her feeling of being out of place at the enchanting, mysterious feast.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyT62OopK5N
Draco and Harry hurried to the buffet, serving themselves generous portions of food while Hermione looked on. Draco moved briskly and theatrically, letting the golden light catch his silver-blond hair as he reached for a platter of sparkling, jewel-coloured fruits and deftly balanced delicate pastries along the edge of his plate. Harry took a more relaxed approach, grinning as he stacked aromatic, herb-dusted bread and a colourful selection of unfamiliar stews onto his plate. The boys swapped lively laughter and animated gestures—Draco waved a leaf-wrapped morsel while cracking a witty remark, and Harry’s green eyes sparkled with mischief, crumbs clinging to his lips. Their enthusiastic conversation, full of stories and jokes, filled the air with warmth and camaraderie. The lively scene evoked old memories for Hermione, bringing to mind Harry and Ron’s passionate Quidditch debates and their eager, animated faces. The nostalgia brought a bittersweet ache to her chest, but she smiled at the sight of Harry and Draco revelling in carefree joy—even if only for a moment.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWiGgmnRLIU
Hermione’s smile faded as memories washed over her, and she gently sighed. She took comfort in watching Harry and Draco chat cordially despite their differences, yet something about the scene still struck her as incomplete. Even though the boys had recently shown civility, Hermione sensed they were missing something essential. A quiet tension hung between them—woven into their laughter and rivalry—as if both longed for normalcy but could not quite grasp it. She kept her eyes on them, catching the hesitation in Harry’s smile and the guarded flicker in Draco’s gaze, while laughter never truly reached their eyes. The lantern’s soft glow cast halos around their faces, but the warmth of the room could not conceal the quiet ache inside her. Ron’s lively spirit and quick wit belonged among them, and the absence of the old trio’s easy camaraderie now seemed like a memory whispered in the gentle hum of the gathering. Hermione felt a silent, longing ache for what she had lost.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5bViBAiEoW
Ron’s absence made the moment feel bittersweet.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvfGzMsXA9C
Although Gandalf assured them that they could do nothing to save Ron, Hermione could not escape the persistent sense that they might have prevented his untimely death. The weight of “what ifs” pressed down on her chest like a physical pain, and memories of Ron’s final moments haunted her—his laughter echoing in her mind, now shaded with sorrow. Each time she closed her eyes, she witnessed the desperation on his face and heard his voice lost amid the chaos. These thoughts haunted her, but reality reminded her that what was done was final, and this unchangeable truth made her chest tighten with grief.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo5iHJC5NaX
Hermione’s determination intensified; she would not let regret hold her back. She resolved fiercely to make amends, channelling her grief into a powerful drive to act. Ron’s death motivated her and strengthened her vow to change the bleak future—not just for him but for everyone affected by the war. Whenever doubts surfaced, she focused on Ron’s mischievous grin and steadfast loyalty, drawing inspiration from those memories to carry on despite the dangers. Hermione actively transformed her sorrow into a steadfast commitment to seek a different outcome for her loved ones, dedicating herself to protecting others from similar heartbreak. Though she deeply felt Ron’s absence, she let it fuel her courage and perseverance, each step guided by his memory and the hope that her choices would bring about a brighter future.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVRqmSKRdWi
Hermione set aside her painful memories and regrets, firmly choosing not to let them overwhelm her. She told herself that tonight offered a rare chance to celebrate—a time for joy and friendship amid uncertainty. Laughter and music filled the warm air around her, their lively murmur giving her comfort as she maintained her composure. She deliberately smiled and lifted her chin, resolute in her intention to savour the evening’s brief happiness and the presence of friends close by.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2W7yVkMubZ
Hermione quietly crossed the polished wooden floor to join Draco and Harry as they waited for the rest of the Fellowship. Although her smile appeared slightly strained, the gentle curve at its edges revealed her genuine effort to embrace the moment. She settled herself beside Harry and Draco, deliberately relaxing her tense shoulders and allowing the laughter, music, and clinking glasses to wash over her. Warmth and enticing aromas of spices and sweet pastries filled the air, and Hermione chose to immerse herself in the present, setting aside her grief to savour the lively atmosphere.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCUatzVtMIF
Hermione realised Draco and Harry were talking about Quidditch, and a small smile appeared on her face. She watched Draco as he gestured animatedly, recounting a remarkable save he had witnessed. Harry, with mischievous green eyes, responded with his own tale—his voice lively and excited as he gestured passionately, almost knocking over his plate in his enthusiasm. Their energetic interaction grew more spirited; their voices rose above the room’s background noise. Both boys eagerly tried to outdo each other, quoting stats and favourite team line-ups with increasing fervour, their rivalry friendly but intense. Laughter burst out between them, drawing the attention of nearby guests, while crumbs and pastry flakes scattered across the table from their energetic movements. Hermione’s smile broadened as she watched the familiar sparkle in their eyes—the friendly rivalry that, for a moment, made the strange hall feel a little more like home.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuHTUUlQd0d
Hermione looked around the room and noticed the Elves gathering nearby. With a hint of amusement in her voice, she said softly, ‘Guys, I don’t think you should be discussing Quidditch.’ She crossed her arms, a worried expression appearing on her face as she considered the possible consequences. She warned them gently yet firmly, ‘It might raise too many questions if someone overhears,’ advising them to stay cautious and discreet in this unfamiliar environment.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb1rxuCEBnz
Harry nodded in agreement. ‘You’re right, Hermione,’ he said softly. He lost himself in thought about her words as he absentmindedly picked at the strange bread on his plate.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvdD7wzoUZF
Draco let out an exaggerated, theatrical sigh to clearly express his irritation. He shook his head in mock disappointment and slowly sipped from his goblet as he remarked, with a tone that blended seriousness and teasing, ‘Way to ruin our fun, Granger.’30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbc0xjxMkZS
Hermione arched her eyebrows at Draco’s teasing but decided not to respond. Instead, curiosity led her to focus on Draco’s goblet and the generous helping of food on Harry’s plate. After a short pause, she moved closer to the table and carefully inspected the tempting Elven dishes before them. She cast a critical eye over the unfamiliar foods and asked, ‘Is the food and drink good?’ Her gaze lingered on the colourful platters, their vibrant shades and enticing aromas momentarily distracting her from her earlier doubts. Observing her friends enjoying themselves with both interest and amusement, Hermione stayed captivated by the feast.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfQR8WmLtGk
Harry offered her some bread, and she examined it before eating. Her eyes widened in surprise at the burst of fruity flavours inside the seemingly plain loaf. ‘Oh wow, it just looks like regular bread!’ she said, visibly impressed, then quickly reached for another piece from Harry, eager to taste it again.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi1wem0CrqB
Draco raised an eyebrow with amusement, a flicker of humour lighting his blue eyes. Chuckling, he shook his head and remarked, ‘Never thought I’d see a woman get so excited about bread.’ His teasing tone carried warmth, softening the joke. Hermione laughed in response, delight evident at the taste of the Elven bread, and Draco’s playful tease did nothing to diminish her enjoyment.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAdzeeI8Tvg
The doors swung open loudly, filling the hall with their echo and silencing Hermione. Lord Elrond entered, commanding respect with his presence and drawing everyone’s attention. The rest of the Fellowship followed, each dressed in distinctive styles that heightened the formal and anticipatory atmosphere. The warm glow from numerous lanterns reflected off the polished floors and cast gentle shadows along the intricately carved arches above, contributing to the unique mood of the moment.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQHSagfem8s
Hermione’s gaze immediately found Legolas as he entered. The Elf Prince commanded attention in the crowd, clad in deep green robes embroidered with gleaming silver thread. The flowing fabric hugged his slender frame, accentuating his fair skin and noble bearing. A delicate circlet rested atop his golden hair, subtly catching the light. The warm glow softened Legolas’s sharp Elven features, and his bright blue eyes shone with both the wisdom of his people and the gentle joy of the evening.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9xQ3HVFJW1
Legolas gave Lord Elrond a deep, graceful bow, showing respect before he silently crossed the room. He moved almost soundlessly over the polished wood, his natural elegance both otherworldly and confident. When he reached Aragorn on the far side of the hall, he paused for a moment and met Hermione’s gaze. The intensity of his look made her breath catch; his eyes radiated quiet strength and kindness, unsettling her. He then nodded at her in a subtle, almost secretive way—an understated gesture of recognition amid the festive crowd.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyoHRCwnSax
The Elf’s acknowledgement caught Hermione off guard, and a gentle blush spread across her cheeks. She grew momentarily flustered, her heart fluttering unexpectedly at his gesture. Although embarrassment washed over her, she managed a small, appreciative smile and strove to maintain her composure. She softly nodded in response, then quickly shifted her attention to Elrond, determined to steady her nerves and focus on the evening ahead.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkAuGDzLhDU
Lord Elrond fixed his gaze on the Elves and Fellowship members gathered before him, his expression serious and resolute. He announced, ‘Tonight, we honour the brave who will embark on their perilous journey at dawn,’ and swept his eyes across the group. ‘They will confront danger and uncertainty until this evil is destroyed. They will succeed or perish.’ As Elrond spoke, he met the eyes of each person, and their faces revealed the burden of their shared mission.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaavTO6UqNb
Elrond paused, softened his tone, and let a gentle smile spread across his face. ‘Tonight, however, they will not dwell on such matters,’ he said, raising his goblet to lift everyone’s spirits. ‘Put aside worries of the morrow; tonight is for feasting, singing, and dancing.’ His words sparked cheers and applause, and the Fellowship and their hosts joined in, filling the room with a lively, joyous atmosphere. Elrond crossed the hall to Arwen’s side and quietly spoke to her, their private conversation unfolding amid the growing hum of festivities around them.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHjKCa0VJzI
Draco thumped his goblet down heavily, his speech growing slightly slurred from the mead, and gave a short, sardonic laugh. ‘That was a depressing speech,’ he remarked, sarcasm colouring his tone as he made an effort to lighten the mood. Not waiting for a response, Draco raised his goblet again and swiftly drained it, fixing his eyes for a moment on the flickering candlelight as though trying to shrug off the weight of Elrond’s words.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFyyfcdpaVO
Hermione gave Draco a look of disapproval. She spoke in a firm yet gentle tone, ‘Try not to drink too much. We leave early tomorrow morning.’ Deliberately, she picked up the water jug, poured water into a goblet, and sipped, her calm presence standing in contrast to Draco’s livelier attitude for the evening.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡefjget7Pme
Draco fixed his gaze deliberately on Hermione, reached across the table, and grabbed the mead jug to pour himself another generous serving. He confidently raised his goblet and took a big sip, the alcohol clearly boosting his confidence. ‘You should relax a bit, Granger. Let loose and join us,’ he suggested, then took another deep drink that made him hiccup. For a moment, Draco dropped his usual teasing demeanour. His serious expression drew Hermione’s attention as his face grew more sober, and his eyes revealed a steely determination. ‘This might be our last chance,’ he said softly, the weight of their situation clear in his tone as he reflected on the uncertain path ahead.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXaVxV9IQ5i
Draco’s words struck a nerve and immediately halted Hermione’s thoughts, causing her usual responses to waver. His honesty made her confront a harsh reality: they might only have this one chance to find happiness or laughter. The uncertainty of what lay ahead cast a shadow over her, and for the first time, she realised that none of them were guaranteed to survive. A knot of fear twisted in her chest, and urgency surged within her—if tonight truly was their last safe night, she saw every small joy as precious and fragile, hanging by a thread amid looming peril.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvb3k2bIKVT
Hermione faced the sobering reality and deliberately set aside her doubts. She took hold of the jug, felt its cool metal against her palm, and poured herself a generous glass of mead. Eager to embrace the fleeting happiness, she lifted the goblet and sipped, letting the rich, sweet warmth of the mead soothe her nerves and calm her fears. She briefly closed her eyes, allowing the sensation to anchor her amid the swirl of anxieties.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7mvqVaLVkL
Draco watched her with approval, his small, knowing smile showing that he recognised her effort to relax, at least for now. Amused, he gestured at Hermione’s half-empty goblet and chuckled. ‘Well, I didn’t see that coming,’ he remarked, surprised that she had chosen to join the festivities and enjoy the mead.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQtlbhYxxRg
Hermione quietly sipped her mead once more, letting its warmth calm her as she settled into the moment. She looked at Draco and, in a gentle voice, said, ‘It’s a celebration,’ defending her choice to relax and join in.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkjKUFiMFtp
Scanning the bustling hall, Hermione frowned as she suddenly realised Harry was missing from the crowd. She turned to Draco and, with a hint of worry, asked, ‘Where’s Harry?’30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡehls2jMofv
Draco scanned the hall and soon spotted the missing Gryffindor. He nodded towards Harry and subtly pointed him out, quietly saying, ‘He’s talking with Gandalf and Aragorn.’ Across the room, Harry stood with the two, the three of them engaged in a conversation that briefly pulled them away from the lively event.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLCwKbZFGom
Hermione nodded and thoughtfully sipped from her goblet while the hall filled with soft music. The melodies threaded through the gentle hum of conversation and bursts of laughter, creating a warm, joyful environment. She and Draco watched the Elves as they gracefully entered the centre of the hall, moving with elegant, mesmerising precision—their long, flowing robes swirling and their feet skimming across the polished wooden floor. The dancers moved with such quiet harmony and precision that they seemed almost otherworldly, as though a gentle breeze guided every step. Lantern light caught on the Elves’ silver-embroidered garments, casting shifting patterns over the marble pillars and intensifying the hall’s enchanted atmosphere.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ59lTrRAU26
The Elven musicians arranged themselves in a crescent near the dais, lifting their slender harps, flutes, and lyres. They let their fingers glide gracefully over strings and keys, producing music so pure it resonated in Hermione’s chest like a gentle heartbeat. As they sang, their clear, harmonious, and lovely voices rose and fell in lyrical counterpoint, echoing the delicate chime of wind-blown glass. Their ethereal harmonies filled the vast hall, casting a peaceful and wonder-filled glow into every corner. For a moment, Hermione and Draco felt their burdens lift, quietly enchanted by the celebration's haunting beauty and magic.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkkH9JlMS2P
Hermione smiled tenderly as she watched Aragorn stride across the hall and invite Arwen to dance. The candlelight highlighted the seriousness in Aragorn’s eyes when he bowed respectfully and offered his hand. Arwen met his gesture with a serene smile, her eyes glowing with warmth and pride as she accepted. Arwen looked stunning—her silver gown shimmered like stars and her dark hair tumbled in waves over her shoulders. During their time in Rivendell, Hermione often turned to Arwen for advice and companionship. Their friendship grew stronger through late-night conversations and laughter, and Hermione valued Arwen’s gentle wisdom and elegant presence.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjjT04uXNzE
Over time, Hermione grew more curious about Aragorn and Arwen’s relationship. She watched their lingering gazes and subtle actions that revealed their deep trust. That evening, she clearly saw the quiet strength and dedication that connected them—Aragorn showed Arwen respect, while she maintained her calm dignity, her love shining through every glance.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTLrlqk7yFP
The couple finally joined hands and stepped onto the dance floor, echoing each other’s movements with remarkable precision. Aragorn’s tall, broad frame radiated steadiness and protection, while Arwen glided beside him with effortless grace, matching his rhythm with perfect harmony. They moved together with seamless unity—Aragorn exuded a steady presence that matched Arwen’s calm elegance—transforming their dance into a silent conversation filled with promises and understanding. The swelling music carried the Elves in elegant patterns all around, yet Hermione’s attention settled on Aragorn and Arwen. Their breathtaking presence captivated her, and she felt genuine joy for them as their deep connection shone through every gentle touch and affectionate smile. Witnessing their love openly displayed beneath the lanterns and amid the celebration, Hermione’s heart filled with hope, reminding her that light and connection endure, even in uncertain times.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5t0T1o0W5f
Draco surprised Hermione as he suddenly turned to her and lifted his goblet halfway to his lips. He glanced at her sideways with a mischievous challenge shining in his blue eyes and raised an eyebrow. With relaxed confidence, his lips curled into a playful smirk when he casually asked, ‘Can you dance, Granger?’30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr5OSs89Etc
When Draco asked her, Hermione hesitated, uncertainty showing as she shook her head. ‘Um… not really,’ she admitted, sounding a bit embarrassed. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks as she avoided his gaze and nervously traced the edge of her goblet. The music swelled gently around them, and the Elves’ graceful movements created a captivating display of silk and light. Their elegant twirls and serene expressions stood in stark contrast to Hermione’s own nervousness, which only heightened her sense of being out of place. The soft rhythms of harp and flute seemed to urge her forward, tempting her to join in, but self-doubt stubbornly lingered. Still, the laughter, warm lantern glow, and lively atmosphere tempted her—perhaps for the first time—to step out of her comfort zone and allow herself to enjoy the celebration.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEmeMsQhZAi
Draco leaned forward, scoffing with impatience. He said, ‘What is “not really”? You either can or you can’t,’ rolling his eyes to dismiss Hermione’s hesitation. His mouth curled into a familiar, sharper smirk, as if her reluctance entertained him but also made him want to push her further.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTbI3AZuYaq
Hermione opened her mouth to reply, ‘Then I—’ but Draco cut her off, grabbing her arm. His grip—warm, steady, and firm yet gentle—surprised her as it pressed against her silk sleeve. Before she could comprehend his intent, Draco confidently pulled her into a lively circle of dancing Elves. Caught off guard and confused, Hermione stammered, ‘Malfoy, what are you—?’ but music and laughter drowned out her words as Draco’s quick action drew her forward, her heart pounding with nervous excitement.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYN8fzzGgMM
Draco flashed a playful grin and, teasing and encouraging, said, ‘Shush, Granger. Live a little, remember?’ Before Hermione could protest, he gently took her hand and placed his other hand on her waist, his grip firm yet surprisingly gentle. Hermione blinked in surprise at his assertiveness, briefly stunned by the unfamiliar sensation of being led so confidently.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4OP1CuZQwo
The Elves glided elegantly around them, their robes flowing over the polished floor and casting shimmering ripples of silver and green that mesmerised onlookers. Harmonious sounds of harps and flutes filled the air, each note glowing as it wove through lantern shadows. With the music filling the room and the Elves moving gracefully, Hermione took Draco’s surprise invitation and stepped into the dance.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC4DZ5a3v5R
Draco led Hermione across the dance floor with confident grace, his poise evident in every step. They waltzed among the swirling Elves, and Draco maintained an upright, composed posture, holding his chin high with quiet confidence. He gently grasped Hermione’s hand with his left, while his right hand lightly rested at her waist, responding attentively to her subtle movements.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYNqQj81a0g
Draco demonstrated his remarkable talent for ballroom dancing, executing each step with precision and keeping his feet perfectly in sync with the music as he guided Hermione smoothly through elegant turns and wide arcs. He moved so naturally that Hermione barely needed to think; she trusted him and followed his lead. Anticipating the rhythm of the Elven song, Draco subtly adjusted their pace with gentle pressure on her back or a light squeeze of her hand. He displayed refined artistry by matching the music’s tempo and flow, blending seamlessly with the other dancers' graceful movements.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS5qXqvNAL6
Draco’s calm confidence now stood in stark contrast to the arrogance he’d shown in the past. He focused intently as he guided Hermione through the intricate dance, his teasing smirk replaced by an almost serene expression. Candlelight illuminated his features, gently softening his jawline and casting a warm glow on his pale skin. Hermione found her anxiety fading; admiration for Draco’s unexpectedly smooth skill took its place. She marvelled at how easily he performed even the most difficult steps, as though they had danced together countless times before.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1tupvSIUFI
Curiosity gleamed in her eyes as she asked, ‘Where did you learn to dance?’ Genuine wonder filled her voice, which rose softly during the quiet pause between musical phrases. She found herself captivated by his confident, graceful movements and impressive dancing skills.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBaUCS1NtHP
Draco shrugged indifferently in response to Hermione’s question, but his gesture added a depth that belied his detached tone. ‘Lessons as a child. Just one of many things I was compelled to do because of my status,’ he muttered, his voice tinged with bitterness. Memories of grand ballrooms and watchful gazes clouded his eyes. He recalled instructors constantly correcting his every mistake, feeling the pressure to move flawlessly across marble floors while the Pureblood society scrutinised him. The classical music and cold sparkle of chandelier lights flashed through his mind—he always saw them as reminders that he had to display elegance and composure, not because he wanted to, but because others expected it. In that moment, Draco’s posture lost some of its usual confidence, revealing a hint of vulnerability. His admission lingered, making clear that he viewed dancing as a duty rather than a pleasure—another part of his upbringing shaped by family expectations instead of personal choice.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡro2gIO1pWy
Draco glanced across the room and said, ‘Uh oh, your partner in crime is glaring at us.’ He quickly shifted the conversation, drawing Hermione’s attention to Harry’s reaction and adding a new spark of curiosity to the moment.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzJdAVLyedP
Hermione glanced over her shoulder and saw Harry staring at them, open-mouthed in astonishment. She casually turned back to Draco and explained, ‘No, he’s not glaring. That’s how Harry looks when he encounters something he never expected. Right now, he’s likely trying to think of ways to hold this against you forever.’ Draco showed interest and a hint of amusement, raising an eyebrow at Hermione’s observation of Harry’s reaction.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyxBpz5Ijpp
Draco quietly chuckled as he watched Harry for a moment longer, clearly entertained. ‘Remarkable. I could swear he looks like he’s frothing at the mouth,’ Draco said, releasing Hermione. His mischievous sparkle highlighted the energetic rivalry that usually marked his exchanges with Harry.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNhDxyKKRgI
Hermione giggled softly as she glanced at Harry again. She said, ‘If you’ve known him as long as I have, you’d notice that mischievous glint in his eyes,’ and turned her gaze to Draco. A warm smile lit up her face, and her words showed how her years with Harry brought her comfort. Even though people know him for his reputation, those close to him can see that he sometimes displays cunning.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxnTF9dOgGW
Draco smirked and thoughtfully stroked his chin. He remarked, ‘I didn’t expect Wonder Boy to have it in him. Who would have guessed he had a wicked streak?’ The idea genuinely amused Draco, and he chuckled, entertained by the thought that Harry—generally regarded as the epitome of goodness—might possess a mischievous or darker side.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzknEtd0Lme
Hermione studied Draco thoughtfully before she revealed, ‘Well, the Sorting Hat initially wanted to place Harry in Slytherin.’ Draco’s eyes widened in surprise at this unexpected revelation, clearly caught off guard. He found it almost unthinkable that Harry Potter, usually known for Gryffindor’s courage and integrity, could have been sorted into Slytherin.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaGSx0DBof7
Draco’s face lit up with genuine surprise as he looked at Hermione. ‘Really?’ he asked, shaking his head in shock at the news. ‘I really need to talk to Boy Wonder. Why in Merlin’s name would he pass up the chance to be in the most incredible house Hogwarts has ever known? It makes no sense,’ Draco said, his voice filled with disbelief and a hint of pride for his own house. He strode over to Harry, intent on confronting him about this incredible revelation.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR4PQ0qzJQI
Hermione chuckled and eagerly followed Draco, keen to witness his reaction and overhear his conversation with Harry. She anticipated it would be entertaining. As she stepped forward, a voice called out, ‘Lady Hermione.’30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡElakf7BWtM
Legolas approached and paused close by, his tall, graceful form momentarily blocking the soft glow of the candles. The sheen of his silver-green robes caught Hermione’s attention, and he moved with calm, deliberate poise. He maintained a composed and proud expression, barely revealing any emotion, but he slightly raised an eyebrow as if deep in thought. Hermione met his gaze; her curiosity tinged with a hint of nervousness, and she nodded politely as she worked to maintain her composure. ‘Oh, hello,’ she whispered, picking up on the chill in his tone. His formal and distant manner unsettled her, starkly contrasting with the affectionate warmth he had shown her by the pond earlier that evening. Despite this, Hermione stayed calm, holding herself tall and steady, determined not to let his quiet aloofness catch her off guard.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzeGAPKxEiA
Legolas raised his eyebrows, displaying curiosity and polite interest. He observed Hermione with his bright blue eyes, maintaining a calm, regal demeanour. He asked, ‘Are you enjoying the festivities?’ He briefly glanced at Draco, allowing a hint of an unreadable expression to cross his face, then returned his steady gaze to Hermione. By shifting his focus from Draco to her, he suggested that he had noticed their earlier dance and wondered about its meaning.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyvv9RhaRNe
Hermione smiled and met his gaze, saying, ‘Yes, it’s been fun so far,’ but anxiety suddenly made her heart race. Her smile remained warm and sincere, yet a tense unease knotted in her chest beneath it.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0mfk3MuJAB
Everyone’s attention was fixed on Legolas’s calm, striking presence—and now, he directed it towards her. He tilted his head slightly, spoke with a composed rhythm, and held Hermione in the quiet intensity of his gaze, making her feel both watched and judged, which unsettled her deeply. Although the atmosphere remained cheerful, and she had felt relaxed with him earlier, she sensed that this conversation was different—delicate and charged with unspoken meaning. His elegance, centuries-old wisdom, and mysterious aura seemed to heighten Hermione’s nerves, leaving her curious and slightly tense. She became painfully aware of how her casual familiarity with friends contrasted with this sophisticated, enigmatic Elvish encounter, leaving her intrigued and somewhat off-balance.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQLAQAV8ieA
Legolas locked his intense gaze on Hermione and said, ‘Yes, you seemed to enjoy dancing with Master Malfoy,’ his tone carrying a sharper edge than usual. He used a formal manner and spoke quickly, hinting that underlying emotions—perhaps surprise or mild discomfort—affected him as he watched Hermione dance with Draco. His words created a subtle tension while Legolas let his usually flawless composure slip for a moment, revealing a trace of something unspoken, possibly jealousy or concern. He tightened his jaw and kept his close watch on Hermione, searching her face for signs of her real feelings, which further increased the tension.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡer16gaQZje
Legolas’s curt remark made Hermione’s smile falter, and a brief chill crossed her face. She blushed faintly and quickly steadied herself, reminding herself she might be reading too much into his words. Still, a quiet tension remained, as if an unseen line now separated them. Questions buzzed in her mind—she tried to understand why Legolas seemed bothered by the idea of her dancing with Draco, especially since the elegant Elven Prince, usually composed and indifferent to human affairs, now appeared nervously unsettled by something as simple as a dance.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWotOHg1dLU
Hermione shifted her gaze to the far side of the hall, where candlelight flickered over polished stone and luxurious tapestries. Elegant Elf-Maidens, their hair decorated with silver and green garlands, surrounded Legolas. She doubted Legolas would notice her—just a mortal witch among immortals—as their light, chime-like laughter filled the space and they often glanced toward Legolas, whose regal demeanour never wavered. Still, Hermione couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that someone watched her, as if a thousand unspoken questions hung between her and the Elven Prince.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPouGZWJdvB
Hermione watched Draco and Harry by the buffet, lanterns’ warm light illuminating their lively faces. Draco stood tall and confident, animatedly gesturing as he likely told stories about Slytherin’s many qualities, surely with a clever sense of humour. Harry listened quietly, wearing a subtle smile. Draco likely teased him about refusing the Sorting Hat’s offer years ago, their friendly rivalry clear in their exaggerated grins and playful protests. The scene reassured Hermione, grounding her amid the swirling Elven intrigue and her own restless thoughts.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZhtQ7JL0q2
Hermione laughed with a light, natural tone and said, ‘Yes, I was surprised to see he could dance so well,’ as she looked back up at Legolas. Amusement and lingering surprise coloured her cheeks, and her eyes sparkled as she remembered Draco’s unexpected grace on the dance floor.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrOiJ6ZFv4n
Legolas nodded gently, and surprise briefly flickered across his face. The soft light drew attention to this subtle movement, and for a moment, vulnerability appeared beneath his usually composed exterior. He tilted his head slightly, kept his steady gaze fixed on Hermione, and asked, ‘You did not know?’ His raised eyebrow and slight furrow clearly showed genuine astonishment, as if the news had upset the expectations he usually held. He spoke in a voice that, typically calm and measured, now revealed a hint of incredulity, suggesting he believed Hermione was already aware of the recent news. In that moment, his formality faded; he softened his noble posture and made his curiosity more obvious.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeJffcpdINr
Hermione gently shook her head, a faint, wistful smile curving her lips. ‘No, Draco and I never really got along,’ she admitted, crossing her arms as if to shield herself from old memories. She fixed her gaze on Draco across the hall, watching him chat animatedly with Harry while his laughter subtly echoed over the gathering’s soft background noise. ‘In fact, we spent many years disliking each other before ending up here. Our history is complex and hostile.’30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1MK8nzn2mu
She paused, her eyes reflecting a swirl of old emotions—hurt, frustration, and a reluctant respect. Fierce rivalry and sharp exchanges had defined her time at Hogwarts as she and Draco clashed, both brimming with pride and prejudice. The sting of Draco’s biting remarks and her own stubborn responses still hung between them like a shadow, even amidst the graceful Elven celebration. Yet now, as she watched him—standing honestly and at ease beside Harry—she recognised just how much they had both changed since their tumultuous school years. Echoes of the past remained, but their shared laughter now hinted that the barriers between them no longer felt unbreakable. Still, the scars of their history persisted.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8mZlMLOu2j
She paused briefly, gazing into the distance as she reflected on how they reached this unlikely truce. ‘I guess, after all we went through during the war, we’ve found some common ground.’ Her voice sounded calm yet steady, each word carrying the weight of memories from past battles and shared hardships. Memories of midnight duels in shadowed hallways, hurried escapes through forbidden forest trails, and tense moments at Hogwarts flooded her mind. The bitterness that once defined her relationship with Draco had softened, now replaced by a cautious but genuine understanding. Still, Hermione’s tone revealed lingering wariness. ‘Still, it will take time before I can truly see him as a friend.’30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrsywTOuyW2
Draco laughed with Harry while Hermione observed them. Their laughter mingled, echoing softly amid the background chatter. The scene struck Hermione as surprisingly warm; she once expected sharp remarks or dismissive looks, but now she recognised Draco’s relaxed amity with Harry as a sign that old animosities might be over. Their lively gestures and shared smiles showed a tentative reconciliation, which brought Hermione quiet relief. Watching them share a peaceful moment instead of a resentful one, she glimpsed healing and new beginnings—even for those with complicated pasts.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ50CH5k3Lpy
Hermione’s words genuinely surprised Legolas. He swiftly moved his sharp eyes between her and Draco Malfoy, having just learnt about their complicated relationship. He tightened his lips slightly and furrowed his brow, clearly showing keen interest as he carefully analysed each word, searching for clues beneath his polite façade.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrv4hzwUQvS
Legolas paused, then subtly leaned towards Hermione, as if her confession drew him in. He let the music and laughter in the hall fade into the background, gazing at her with warm yet cautious eyes, full of unspoken questions. He chose his following words with care, speaking with the graceful elegance typical of an Elf. ‘You are close to Master Potter, I assume?’ he asked softly but with genuine curiosity, reflecting his natural diplomacy and interest in the human relationships that brought Hermione here.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm4ja8hebFH
Hermione responded at once, locking eyes with Legolas, intrigued by the sincerity and seriousness of his question. In that moment, Legolas actively sought to understand not only her connection with Draco but also the reasons behind her loyalty to Harry, her closest friend.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfwq1AoTtMu
Hermione gave a confident nod, conviction shining in her eyes. ‘Harry has been a loyal friend for many years,’ she said warmly, her voice brimming with affection. ‘Since we were eleven, Harry, Ron, and I have been inseparable, becoming close friends from our first days at Hogwarts.’ Fondness coloured her words as she recalled whispers in candle-lit dormitories, laughter ringing through castle halls, midnight snacks in the common room, and hurried strides across icy lawns during forbidden adventures.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjWc0Sdz7t1
Her tone softened, emphasising the close bonds with her two best friends. ‘Both of them are like brothers to me. We’ve faced many challenges, adventures, and dangers that most people can’t imagine.’ Hermione remembered how they tested their bravery in desperate moments—how they fought against dark magic in shadowy corridors, let fierce loyalty shine through fear, and found solace in whispered reassurances during the darkest times. They spent nights sitting in silence, drawing strength from each other’s presence, and enjoyed days when their laughter provided the only relief from the heavy weight of uncertainty.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMfUoNJJXrE
She said softly, her voice steady yet tinged with emotion, ‘Throughout all the highs and lows, we always stood by each other.’ As she spoke Ron’s name, the brief display of confidence faltered, and vulnerability emerged—her words caught in her throat. Grief overpowered Hermione, making her lower her eyes, blending with a bittersweet gratitude for the time they had shared. Memories of Ron’s mischievous grin and unwavering loyalty flooded her mind, causing her to hesitate.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoRjlyUlOrc
Legolas’s face briefly displayed a flicker of regret as he nodded slowly, his jaw tightening a little, revealing the inner conflict beneath his calm exterior. He softly said, ‘I apologise for bringing up the past,’ his voice filled with genuine remorse. He looked down, deliberately avoiding Hermione’s gaze, fearing he had overstepped by mentioning painful memories.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJlfD0Xngl5
Hermione met Legolas’s gaze with a gentle, reassuring smile, her lips curving in quiet determination. She said, ‘No, it’s okay. Ron wouldn’t want us to be upset,’ her words carrying the weight of precious memories and hard-won acceptance. A single tear slid down her cheek, and she wiped it away, her fingers trembling slightly. Drawing on her strength, she recalled Ron’s lively spirit—his mischievous grin, courage, and the warmth that held their trio together through the darkest times. Though pain lingered, gratitude and renewed resolve softened her face. She stood tall, radiating the quiet strength that had seen her through every storm.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDs77UtaNFE
The Elves resumed their music, singing and playing soft melodies that filled the hall with a festive, friendly atmosphere. Standing at the centre of the dance floor, Legolas naturally held himself with grace, his golden hair catching the light as he looked at Hermione. He offered a polite smile, and a subtle warmth lit his usually reserved eyes. He gently asked, ‘Would you care to dance, Lady Hermione?’30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7zCh6RQADI
With graceful intention, Legolas stepped smoothly closer, moving with almost supernatural fluidity. He extended his hand with Elven elegance, his long fingers steady and unhurried, palm open in a respectful and inviting gesture. The surrounding Elves watched curiously and admiringly, recognising the significance of this moment. The festive mood reignited, and the moment became not just a dance but an opportunity for connection and understanding amid the swirling music and lights.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI0NMhvFFTr
Surprise lit up Hermione’s face as she looked at him. She caught her breath and, wide-eyed, stared at Legolas for a moment. ‘You want to dance… with me?’ she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ10b6JD2pOC
Hermione glanced around the room and noticed the Elf-Maidens watching her with obvious envy—one with a crown of silver leaves paused mid-step; another touched her lips gently as she looked Hermione’s way. Their bright, curious eyes lingered on Hermione, filled with admiration and longing, as if they wished they could trade places with her for this moment. When Hermione realised she was attracting their attention, a faint blush warmed her cheeks and spread through her. She tried to compose herself, but Legolas’s clear, expectant gaze made her heart race.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnOwqqJrj2c
Legolas gently raised an eyebrow, curiosity sharpening his blue eyes as he observed Hermione’s hesitant expression. He spoke softly, inquiring, ‘You do not wish to?’ The gentle words seemed to hush the distant laughter of the crowd, drawing Hermione into a more intimate moment. Legolas maintained respectful deference in his stance, keeping his posture open and his gaze attentive to reassure Hermione that he understood and appreciated her feelings. He allowed her an easy escape, creating space for her uncertainty with Elven courtesy. Still, his outstretched hand and warm gaze showed his sincere hope that she would accept his invitation to dance.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUy4MNXJYWl
Hermione intertwined her fingers nervously and confessed, ‘I’m not very good at dancing.’ She carried a rare hint of self-doubt in her soft voice as she looked down and fidgeted, clearly feeling uneasy about dancing with Legolas. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks, revealing her anxious anticipation as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. The lantern’s gentle glow highlighted the tremor in her hands, and she knitted her brow while she glanced shyly at Legolas—his graceful posture only made her feel more awkward.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXXRMG6atxu
The observing Elves whispered around her, their voices amplifying her discomfort and transforming the moment into one that felt both private and exposed. Although Legolas kindly invited her, Hermione revealed her vulnerability, expressing her uncertainty through nervous movements as she steadied herself before the elegant Elf.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe1YTAZbxQ7
Legolas gently took Hermione’s hands in his, his confident, cool fingers holding hers with care and soothing her nervousness. Leaning in slightly, he whispered, ‘This is not a formal dance,’ his voice so tender it blended with the music, just for her. His words brought her comfort, easing her chest tension and helping her to relax.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsqZMLywyim
Maintaining eye contact, Legolas gently rested his other hand on her waist as he gracefully released her hand. His tender, reassuring touch grounded her in the moment. He stepped closer, allowing Hermione to feel the quiet strength that lay beneath his elegance—the steady rhythm of his breath and his confident stance. His calming proximity enveloped Hermione in a soft, Elven tranquillity, rather than making her feel threatened.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrrzXZkQxZk
Legolas offered a gentle, reassuring gesture that made Hermione feel supported as they prepared to dance. With each delicate movement, he silently assured her that she was safe and honoured, encouraging her to relax and savour the music and the moment. The crowd faded into the background; the candlelight flickered, and curious glances became distant, secondary to the quiet connection they shared. As they moved to the gentle rhythm of the Elven tune, Hermione let her doubts melt away. Legolas’s steady presence eased her nerves, filling her with a sense of belonging and excitement.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfv3oHNLtbn
Hermione locked eyes with Legolas, feeling her breath hitch as a warm, golden glow enveloped everything around them. The music, now pulsing with her heartbeat, filled her senses while the lanterns cast shifting patterns across the polished floor. The hall’s clamour faded; blurred figures and faint laughter retreated into the distance, leaving only Legolas and her at the centre of the celebration.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj7fl6Ig3yv
Legolas glided gracefully and silently, supporting Hermione with each elegant step. He gently and steadily placed his hand on Hermione’s waist, guiding her like a seasoned dancer. As they danced together, the candlelight caught his golden hair, forming a halo that highlighted the calm serenity of his face. Hermione felt her tension slip away as his reassuring touch comforted her, and she relaxed into the peaceful rhythm they shared, casting aside her earlier awkwardness and doubts.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT6Ty4NusvO
Time slipped away from Hermione as she lost track of when one song ended and the next began. She stopped noticing the Elves’ curious glances, and their graceful dresses and knowing smiles faded into the background. Legolas’s intense gaze drew all her attention, casting a veil over everything else and highlighting the tender, growing connection between them. With each gentle movement and subtle step, she carved a memory into her very bones, stirring a new longing—she wanted to remain in this moment they shared, delicately balanced between anticipation and wonder. The music and Legolas’s presence made her feel both light and anchored, as if they connected her to something deeper than just the dance.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQIxPSvmKBK
As they continued, Hermione stopped noticing the passing time or the envious, admiring glances of the Elf-Maidens. She embraced her true self in Legolas’s arms, no longer feeling like an outsider. A quiet longing grew within her—she wanted to remain in this moment with Legolas, where movement and trust spoke louder than words. Although she found it difficult to name this deep, intense feeling, she recognised that she would remember this dance—and its tender, silent promise—long after the music faded.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp1daGBBHdK
As the music faded, she met Legolas’s gaze; his sapphire eyes caught the soft lantern light, and an unspoken understanding passed between them. For a moment, everything slowed, the world shrinking to the quiet, electric bond they shared, and all other sights and sounds faded into the golden glow.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8WAga8jrsa
Legolas gently released Hermione’s waist and stepped back—his movement both timeless and fleeting—which broke the spell at once. Hermione blinked and shook off the enchantment as her senses returned, the hall’s vivid colours and soft hum flooding back. She finally noticed their audience—a circle of elegantly dressed Elves who watched in silence, fascination clear in their gazes. Their bright looks and calm smiles suddenly weighed on her, and she blushed with self-awareness. Feeling shy, she shifted her feet and nervously tucked a loose curl behind her ear, wondering how long they had watched their private moment. The sharp contrast between their intimate, dreamlike exchange and the exposed crowd left Hermione feeling lost, unsure how to steady herself under so many focused eyes.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg5RBsiY6OK
Legolas lifted Hermione’s hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles, keeping his blue eyes fixed on hers. His lips brushed her skin with a soft, nearly reverent touch, and the unexpected tenderness sent a shiver through her. For a moment, everything froze—Hermione caught her breath, and her knees went weak, as that simple, graceful gesture effortlessly unravelled her composure.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEQEjLnHsXw
Legolas whispered, ‘Thank you for the dance, Lady Hermione,’ his deep, genuine voice filling each word with warmth that made her heart flutter. He kept his steady, focused gaze—calm and unwavering—on her, silently conveying a message she found hard to interpret. He seemed to see beyond her defences, recognising both her vulnerability and strength.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS9zaYEQMO3
Legolas released Hermione’s hand with his usual Elven grace and stepped back, moving with a smooth, unhurried elegance that gave the moment an almost magical quality. Hermione felt the space around her expand and quieten, the warmth of his touch still lingering on her skin. She stood alone on the dance floor, bathed in the soft glow of lanterns and surrounded by faint, admiring murmurs from the onlookers. Rooted to the spot, she felt the ghost of his touch, her heart pounding with awe and longing.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx19LUaJdmy
Hermione drew a deep breath to steady herself and silently calmed her nerves. She approached Harry and Draco with care, noting their raised eyebrows and the concern mingling with support and scepticism in their expressions. Straightening her posture, she pulled her shoulders back and offered a gentle, reassuring smile that flickered briefly at the corners of her mouth, hoping to comfort both them and herself.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Q2PzgzLPs
She steadied her fingers as she reached for the closest goblet, its surface gleaming brightly in the lantern’s glow. She poured herself a generous glass of mead, raised it to her lips, and took a deep sip. The cool, sweet mead soothed her tongue and slipped smoothly down her throat, the gentle burn easing some of her lingering nerves.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp8ua7i1p3P
Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and savoured the warmth of her drink, letting it anchor her. The gentle buzz soothed her embarrassment and kept her grounded. She didn’t speak, but her determined actions made her resolve clear—she refused to let awkwardness or self-doubt spoil her evening. She straightened her posture, set the goblet carefully on the table, and faced the night with dignity and calm, ready to handle whatever came next with quiet confidence.
A/N: So, even more interaction with Legolas and Hermione—I really do love writing with this pair ♥ Hope you all enjoyed! Let me know!
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