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The twelve companions continued their journey through Hollin, a region characterised by deep valleys and flowing streams. The air was crisp, carrying the earthy aromas of heather and wild grass, with birdsong softly echoing from unseen sources. To their left, the towering peaks of the Misty Mountains rose, their snow-capped summits shrouded in wisps of cloud, casting shifting shadows over the path and giving the landscape a watchful presence. Occasionally, a cold breeze from the heights swept down, rustling their cloaks and bringing the distant cry of eagles. The ground beneath was uneven, scattered with weathered stones, making each step a careful effort for the exhausted travellers.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6xQgFoAmd3
The group continued their journey, making steady headway as they traversed the rugged terrain for about a quarter of a day. Each person left faint impressions in the damp soil, leaving their mark on the rolling landscape. The surrounding hills were dotted with patches of ancient holly and occasional solitary oaks—silent witnesses to a once-large forest now reduced to scattered groves that punctuate the countryside.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUk3abmKDOL
Occasionally, sunlight broke through the cloud cover, highlighting groups of wildflowers that added vibrant splashes of colour to the slopes. These brief flashes of light subtly uplifted the tired travellers, providing glimpses of natural beauty in an otherwise challenging environment.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDG0QxO3CDc
After pushing through tangled underbrush and ascending steep slopes, the companions found a narrow, improvised trail winding through the hills. Barely visible and marked mainly by animal tracks or the distant signs of a shepherd, this route offered a welcome break. Feeling relieved by the easier terrain, the group cautiously took to the path, their mood slightly improved by the prospect of a less challenging journey.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwD7CrRbTMB
Leading the group, Gandalf took the forefront. His tall figure contrasted with the muted hues of the landscape, each step purposeful, as his staff rhythmically struck the uneven ground. The staff’s motion created fleeting shadows that danced along the path, flickering with the shifting dappled light as they continued onward.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX5bM4mSy7Z
Immediately behind Gandalf, Legolas and Gimli followed. Legolas moved gracefully, with an effortless tally unique to Elves, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon and noticing every subtle movement among distant rocks and scrub. Gimli, sturdy and steady, trailed with the experience of years traversing dangerous wilds, his broad shoulders squared, alert for hidden dangers in the undergrowth.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQq86FGvoO3
Further along the line, Harry and Draco walked in sync with the Hobbits. They patiently matched the shorter strides of their companions, keeping the group united as they moved forward. Draco, eager to entertain and distract from their fatigue, occasionally sent vibrant sparks spiralling from his wand. The bursts of colourful light briefly danced across the Hobbits’ faces, casting fleeting rainbows and sparking laughter.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡta0lGCPaYh
Boromir, Hermione, and Aragorn brought up the rear of the company, walking side by side. They engaged in a lively, friendly discussion about their route to Mordor, with each sharing insights and suggestions as they planned the next stage of their challenging journey.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu8LSavi2Fi
Occasionally, Boromir pointed toward distant landmarks, his hand sweeping the landscape as he spoke with a deep, confident voice tinged with impatience. Aragorn listened closely, his sharp eyes constantly scanning the path and horizon. He shared his extensive land knowledge and maintained a calm, steady leadership throughout their exchange.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2S7fZo1grV
Hermione kept pace with quiet resolve, her brow furrowed as she thoughtfully considered the risks and benefits of each suggested path. She guided the discussion to focus on practical concerns, asking pertinent questions about supplies, shelter, and magical defences. Occasionally, a joke or a witty comment would break the tension, prompting genuine smiles and fleeting laughter from the three of them.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgOjhXQwvP7
As the Fellowship continued across the rolling hills, Gandalf paused to gain everyone’s attention. He spoke with seriousness and reassurance, his words echoing among the rocks and hollows around them. ‘We must hold to this course, west of the Misty Mountains for forty days,’ Gandalf said, his voice firm and reassuring. Gandalf’s gaze rested on the distant, snow-covered peaks of the Misty Mountains, their outlines towering above the wilderness like vigilant guards. His voice was tinged with hope as he said, ‘If our luck holds, the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us. From there, our road turns east to Mordor.’11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVWUFqdor1Y
‘Forty days?’ Draco groaned, frustration clear in his voice, which was tinged with disbelief and fatigue. ‘It’s been less than a day, and I’m already worn out!’ he muttered, sharply kicking a stone that skittered across the dirt. The effort drained his remaining energy, causing his shoulders to slump even more as he followed the others. Draco’s outburst earned a few sympathetic looks from the Hobbits, who, despite their cheerful demeanour, were also feeling the fatigue of the long journey. Similar to Draco, they were more used to the comforts of home than to constant travel through untamed land. Every step served as a reminder of how difficult the road ahead would be.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Z97QOsvfB
Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco’s frustration, clearly losing patience. She stopped and faced him with a calm yet steady expression. ‘It’s not like we’ll be walking nonstop, Malfoy. There will be rest stops,’ she said, her tone composed but firm, subtly showing her annoyance with his melodrama.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd67a5Orrbx
After travelling with the group for a while, Legolas took the lead of the Fellowship. His goal was to scout the terrain ahead and check for any hidden threats or traps along their path. Moving silently, he navigated the rough ground quickly and lightly, his sharp eyes vigilant for any movement or sound in the landscape. Legolas moved with the effortless grace characteristic of Elves, almost gliding over the uneven terrain. He avoided stumbling on rocks and roots that cluttered the hillside, his muted greens and greys merging effortlessly with the surrounding environment. To distant viewers, he was almost invisible, seamlessly blending into the wilds.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8s8tiPcukl
Periodically, Legolas stopped on a hilltop or next to a twisted holly bush, narrowing his eyes to scan the rolling hills and wind-blown hollows ahead. The breeze pulled at his long, golden hair, flowing behind him as he listened carefully for the sound of concealed creatures or faint footsteps that were out of place. From his vantage point, Legolas observed the shifting shadows from clouds racing across the sky and the faint trails of animals weaving through the dew-covered grass. Each deliberate step reflected his extensive experience in the wild, making him sensitive to even the most minor indications of danger or passage. He stayed attentive, prepared to alert the Fellowship at the first sign of trouble, ensuring their safety through the unpredictable landscape.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0gDAg25kld
After completing his careful scouting ahead, Legolas rejoined the Fellowship, moving with his typical, almost ghostly grace. Legolas walked alongside Gandalf and Aragorn, maintaining a calm and confident demeanour. ‘There is a clearing up ahead,’ he said, his words brief, making sure his message was understood without causing unnecessary worry.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2KbXZlujeu
It did not take long for the Fellowship to arrive at the clearing Legolas had found. The soft ground was illuminated by gentle sunlight filtering through sparse branches above. Wildflowers and dew-covered grass patches decorated the open area, giving the glade a peaceful beauty that sharply contrasted with the rough terrain they had just crossed.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Cj2bo4yx9
Draco and Harry immediately settled upon arrival, clearly thankful for the chance to rest and soothe their tired feet, even briefly. Draco reclined dramatically onto his back with a sigh, arms open as he looked up at the sky. Nearby, Harry sat cross-legged, massaging his sore calves and wiggling his toes to relieve the stiffness from the long walk. The rest of the Fellowship started settling in around them. They set down their packs, shook out their cloaks, and spread them across the grass.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkkQzwQCcOV
Hermione observed the scene before her, a frown of concern tightening her brow. Her gaze rested on Draco’s slumped shoulders and Harry’s fatigued stance, noticing the dark circles under their eyes and the sluggish, hesitant movements. Clearly, the journey had drained both boys, their exhaustion visible in each sluggish gesture and weary look. She felt anxiety and empathy as she watched them. The physical strain of their journey weighed on her, but she was most troubled by the emotional tension between Draco and Harry. She thought about the difficulties ahead, her mind clouded with uncertainty about how they would cope, especially as they were already tired.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOOvUCO8TH5
Hermione looked around the clearing, quickly noticing a nearby bush with glossy leaves that fluttered in the breeze. She reached out without delay and gently plucked one from a thin branch, then turned it over in her hand to examine its smooth surface. Hermione confidently drew her wand, pausing briefly with a furrowed brow as she visualised her spell. With a skilled flick of her wrist and a subtle incantation, she directed her magic into the leaf. In moments, the simple leaf became a plush blanket, decorated with delicate leaf patterns that honoured its natural source. Hermione smiled softly as she knelt and gently spread the blanket over the cool, dew-covered grass. Sitting on it, she crossed her legs comfortably, feeling the warmth and softness of the fabric against the cold ground.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAkkUHMRTZv
Each member of the Fellowship was occupied in their own way: some resting, others in quiet conversation or lost in thought. Nearby, Sam and Frodo sat closely, their conversation quiet and personal. They shared a small piece of bread from their shrinking supplies, exchanging subtle smiles that brightened their faces despite the difficulties they faced. Gandalf and Aragorn stood a little apart from the main group, their heads tilted as they exchanged quiet, careful words. The seriousness of their responsibility was evident in their faces. Legolas, always the watchful guardian, took a rare moment to rest. He sat on a moss-covered stone, relaxing with his eyes closed as the breeze gently tousled his golden hair. 11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmVNHEtTH03
Hermione felt a wave of calm wash over her. Remembering Gandalf’s teachings—ancient Elven techniques combining mindfulness and subtle magic—she straightened her posture. Her hands rested lightly on her knees, palms open to the sky. Her breathing became steady and deep, matching the quiet rhythm of the forest around her. During her meditation, Hermione visualised her magical core as a glowing, pulsating light in her chest, growing brighter with each inhale and radiating outward to energise her limbs. She acknowledged thoughts of fatigue and worry, then let them drift away like leaves downstream.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyf0Cf6RsfP
Draco glanced at Hermione, raising an eyebrow in obvious disapproval. ‘Well, isn’t that rude,’ he muttered, shaking his head in annoyance. Draco’s lips curled into a faint sneer as he shot a pointed look at the blanket. ‘We’re left to sit on the grass while Granger lounges about in luxury,’ he huffed, every word tinged with a feeling of injustice. He crossed his arms firmly and sat down on the ground with exaggerated reluctance, his posture stiff and shoulders hunched as if to protect himself from the cold and the insult.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtbVvUVvKKK
Harry looked at Draco with a mischievous grin, his green eyes twinkling with playful defiance. He tilted his head and gave Draco a teasing, pointed look, clearly enjoying the moment. ‘You’re a wizard, aren’t you?’ he said, with a light, ironic tone. ‘Why don’t you conjure your own blanket to sit on?’ he added, a twitch at the corners of his mouth showing amusement at Draco’s expense. With a smooth motion, Harry pushed himself up from the grass, his leg muscles tightening as he stood. He stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders, joints cracking as he straightened up.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYJjNUfD0iA
Draco looked up at Harry, blinking rapidly, his quick gestures revealing his building frustration. Usually composed and proud, his face now showed signs of mild irritation; his brow creased slightly, and his lips pressed into a thin, resigned line. With a theatrical sigh, Draco voiced a long, weary exhale, filled with disappointment and the sting of wounded pride. ‘I think you’re missing the point,’ Draco said, speaking in a tone of strained patience, clearly annoyed that Harry hadn’t understood the crux of his complaint.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEtOFKAlevk
Harry shook his head in response. ‘No, your point has been made, and it only confirms what I already know,’ he said calmly, a hint of amusement flickering in his green eyes. Unbothered by Draco’s complaint, Harry stretched lazily, then twisted his back with casual ease. A few cracks sounded in the quiet clearing, causing some onlookers to glance over, but Harry showed no concern.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuxrRRjpayH
Draco grimaced, clearly irritated as he involuntarily flinched when Harry twisted his back. The sudden crack elicited a sharp response from Draco, ‘Must you!?’ A slight shiver ran through him, caused by the cold from the damp grass and his growing annoyance that threatened to disrupt his composure. Despite Harry’s apparent indifference—shown by an easy roll of his eyes—Draco stubbornly kept his discomfort hidden, determined not to seem overwhelmed. His usually poised hands clenched into fists against his knees, revealing the tension lurking beneath the surface. With his chin raised in defiance and his tone becoming more indignant, he continued, ‘And anyway, yes, it is rather selfish of her to only think of herself.’ He pointed upward towards Harry for emphasis, indicating that Hermione’s behaviour was, in his opinion, the ultimate act of self-interest.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGSfaqdlQut
Harry snorted with laughter, the sharp sound cutting through the air and briefly attracting the attention of those nearby. Draco immediately noticed the unexpected laugh; he looked up, his brow furrowing in confusion as his blue eyes narrowed in irritation. Harry grinned widely, his face shining with playful mischief. ‘I was talking about how lazy you are,’ he joked, his tone cheerful and teasing.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjsVbUl0LpP
A deep scowl appeared on Draco’s pale face, and his lips pressed into a thin line. He sat firmly on the grass, arms crossed in stubborn defiance. A faint flush coloured his cheeks as he shot Harry a cold glare, clearly annoyed. Still, Draco’s stance remained stiff, as if he were intent on making a point purely through his stubbornness. Draco’s eyes narrowed and his face darkened as he stood up and glared at Harry. Draco, a bit taller, loomed over Harry with cold calculation. When he finally spoke, his voice was sharp and venomous, ‘You will regret those words, Potter.’11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn7MIdw4C17
Harry grinned mischievously, meeting Draco’s glare with unshakable confidence. His eyes sparkled with amusement, even as Draco’s irritation grew. Despite his relaxed posture, Harry’s jaw was set, and his chin tilted confidently upward, showing stubborn assurance. He spoke a single word, ‘Oh?’ His tone was light but daring, acting as both a challenge and an invitation for Draco to proceed.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEO0D0q9qfS
Suddenly, Draco drew his sword with purpose. His grip was tight, his knuckles turning white with determination, and his stance exuded restrained energy. ‘I challenge you to a duel,’ Draco declared, his voice sharp and commanding.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRv5yKnxHTb
Without hesitation, Harry smoothly drew the Sword of Gryffindor from its sheath. His reply was playful yet bold as he called out, ‘I accept, loser,’ with a light, teasing tone and evident boldness.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGM5G9l1OOk
Opposite him, Draco’s eyes hardened into a sharp, steely glare, the silver-grey of his irises intensifying with absolute resolve. He gripped his sword more tightly, knuckles blanching as he planted his feet securely in the damp grass. Every part of his posture was tense with concentration and pride, radiating an unmistakable intensity. 11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1HPdGEwQHR
Hermione, who had been meditating, opened one eye to watch Harry and Draco jogging away from the group toward a quieter part of the clearing. With a resigned sigh, she opened both eyes and followed the two boys with her gaze as they moved with purpose. Recognising it would be wise to intervene before their rivalry escalated, Hermione slowly stood. Her brow was furrowed in concern, but a spark of resolve shone in her eyes—she would not let things get out of control. She then quietly and swiftly set off after them, her footsteps light yet firm.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuMjmjKyFpQ
Hermione waved at Sam, who was busy preparing food for everyone. The smell of sizzling sausages and fresh bread filled the air. Sam smiled warmly and carefully arranged slices of cheese and fruit on a well-worn wooden plate before passing it to Frodo, who gratefully nodded. Hermione paused, watching Merry and Pippin race across the dewy grass towards Boromir. They were practising swordplay, engaging in a lively and friendly fight. Boromir, much taller than the Hobbits, demonstrated each move with patience. Despite their smaller size, Merry and Pippin fought with endless enthusiasm, their swords clashing loudly against Boromir’s as they darted and dodged, cheeks glowing.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjQojkMcV0E
Boromir’s face lit up with a proud, broad smile as he shouted, ‘Two, one, five. Good! Very good!’ Pippin’s ability to block each strike in sequence earned genuine praise, with Boromir’s encouraging tone reflecting his approval. Pippin’s expression beamed with joy and pride, realising he had kept up with the seasoned warrior’s commands. As the sparring match intensified, Pippin’s enthusiasm caused him to edge too close to Boromir’s blade. Noticing the potential risk, Boromir’s attitude shifted. ‘Get away from the blade, Pippin…’ he advised, framing his words as guidance rather than a reprimand. Simultaneously, Boromir complemented his advice with a precise, intentional gesture to direct Pippin on how to reposition himself safely. Pippin quickly responded by bouncing onto the balls of his feet, his stance instantly more alert and prepared, showing his eagerness to learn and adapt under Boromir’s watchful guidance. ‘On your toes… good, very good,’ Boromir praised, moving forward with careful, deliberate steps. In one quick, unexpected move, Boromir lunged, catching Pippin off guard briefly. The Hobbit staggered, eyes widening in surprise, but he quickly recovered, drawing a breath as he steadied himself. Boromir nodded slightly with an approving smile and said, ‘I want you to react, not think.’11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgbw4Fre6Da
Sam, always quick with a dry remark, broke the tension with a perfectly deadpan comment, ‘Should not be too hard…’ His voice was calm and subtle, and though his mouth barely moved, the mischief in his eyes revealed his amusement.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY5sfgKJQMS
Frodo, surprised by Sam’s quick wit, spat out his water. He doubled over with uncontrollable laughter, his shoulders shaking. Sam swiftly responded, offering a steady, comforting hand and gently patting Frodo’s back to prevent him from choking as his laughter gradually eased.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfIdDzFuHcM
Hermione paused beside Aragorn, and he greeted Hermione with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling with genuine affection as he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. Aragorn’s gaze shifted back to the practise between Boromir and Pippin. Aragorn observed their movements and gently guided them, his voice encouraging as he said, ‘Move your feet,’ and he subtly gestured to their stance.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiicRpQni6b
‘You look good, Pippin,’ Merry said warmly, clearly approving as he watched his friend during the sparring. Merry approached Sam with lively steps, greeted by the tempting scent of his improvised meal—fresh sausages, warm bread, and cheese wedges—and made him hungry. Without delay, he grabbed a hot, juicy sausage from Sam’s plate, the skin creating a cracking sound under his touch.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiMaFFJVcN0
‘Thanks!’ Pippin called back, keeping his eyes fixed on Boromir, who now moved around him with steady focus like a predator assessing its target. Wanting to predict Boromir’s next move, Pippin gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles whitening with effort. Every subtle movement of Boromir’s arm or slight change in stance required Pippin’s full focus. Boromir continued his attack, steadily advancing as he swung his sword in a controlled arc toward Pippin. Despite still learning, the young Hobbit managed to raise his sword just in time to block the strike. The force of Boromir’s blow caused his weapon to jolt in his hands and sent a shiver through his arms.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFdv00iW1rw
Merry, unable to hide his excitement, eagerly sprang into action, his feet barely touching the dew-covered grass as he joined the lively fight. His eyes gleamed with joy, and he quickly moved behind Pippin. Noticing Merry’s energetic approach, Boromir raised his voice above the clashing blades, giving a clear, commanding shout. ‘Faster!’ he ordered, sharp yet encouraging, motivating Merry to keep up. Boromir smoothly shifted his attention to Merry with a theatrical flourish. He demonstrated the same sword techniques he showed Pippin, tracing graceful yet powerful arcs in the air, each motion marked by the soft swish of steel. The Hobbits watched closely, their eyes fixed on Boromir’s every move.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfTWlJO3xBi
Hermione smiled warmly at Boromir, Pippin, and Merry. Boromir’s approving look showed his appreciation for Pippin’s resolve and Merry’s infectious energy, with his arm resting lightly on his sword’s hilt—a relaxed yet attentive stance. Pippin, cheeks red from exertion, glanced at Hermione and gave her a quick, sheepish smile, showing both his effort and enjoyment. Meanwhile, Merry shifted nervously on his feet, eager to rejoin the action at a moment’s notice.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtkRkKs0tOb
Hermione quietly approached Gandalf, who was seated at the edge of the clearing beneath the arching branches of an ancient oak. His wide-brimmed hat was pulled down over his brow, shading his wise, weathered face as he watched the gathering with calm discernment. Gandalf’s twisted staff rested on his knees as he absent-mindedly traced its detailed carvings while observing Harry and Draco patiently. Hermione sat beside Gandalf, finding comfort in his calm presence. The scent of his pipe tobacco filled the air, offering a soothing aroma, and she felt quietly reassured just being near him. Gandalf greeted her with a soft smile, his eyes crinkling warmly, then shifted his attention back to the two who were getting ready for their upcoming duel. Occasionally, Gandalf would slowly blow a smoke ring into the air, the delicate circle rising like a ghostly halo.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB6dkb0C1Zw
Hermione couldn’t help but smile as she watched Harry and Draco engage in a lively exchange. The duel itself quickly faded into the background as Harry and Draco focused on a battle of wits rather than swords. She watched Harry raise an eyebrow in exaggerated surprise at one of Draco’s jokes, his lips curling into a nearly involuntary grin. Draco, always eager to entertain, responded with dramatic flair, brandishing his sword to add a theatrical touch to his teasing comments.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwHb71dTtdY
Draco, his eyes shining with excitement, shouted across the clearing, ‘En garde, touché!’ His voice had a melodramatic tone, full of playful bluster.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ptQ6JsrQC
Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Draco’s theatrical statement. ‘That is so cliché,’ he said with a playful drawl, his voice light and teasing.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLLtL2pZUNo
‘Now, now, Potter. Let’s not spoil the fun we’re about to have,’ Draco said with a light tone but clearly challenged. His words, delivered in that characteristic Slytherin drawl, were teasing and provocative, meant to provoke Harry and build anticipation. Draco then assumed his fighting stance—feet shoulder-width apart, sword held with precision—creating an intense atmosphere.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqeJzFQigI8
With a confident, somewhat cheeky smile, Draco raised his sword and said, ‘May the best bastard win,’ his voice echoing through the glade with playful arrogance.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPKRi17Wspp
Hermione watched the exchange from the sidelines, her face showing exasperation and amusement. She rolled her eyes at Draco’s flair for drama, but a small, involuntary smile appeared despite her efforts to stay unimpressed.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXaTgCKQ51t
‘Indeed,’ Harry replied, his voice calm yet eager, as he stepped forward to strike Draco first. 11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr68KM1O2jU
The sharp clash of steel echoed through the sunlit glade, each sound sharp and clear. When Harry’s sword met Draco’s in a fierce impact, sparks flew from contact. Harry moved forward with steady precision, his footwork deliberate. Draco, however, was unshaken and looked eager to compete. He moved smoothly and confidently, combining theatrical flair with a tense readiness. His swordsmanship was quick and precise, with each parry performed with style. He responded to Harry’s attacks with swift, graceful moves—his blade sweeping elegantly as he blocked, redirected, and fought back effortlessly.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwslCLqtz8H
Hermione, ever watchful, clasped her hands firmly, her breath catching from the excitement of the duel. She tracked every move with focused attention, unable to look away from the display of skill and competition. Close by, Gandalf observed with a calm and knowing look, his eyes shining softly with approval.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZMuwytymA7
Draco’s eyes widened in surprise as Harry, unexpectedly agile, swung the Sword of Gryffindor in a daring move. The blade swiftly arced toward Draco in a flash of silver, its edge whistling through the air threateningly. Instinctively, Draco twisted his wrist and blocked the falling sword with his own; the impact produced a loud, ringing clang that echoed through the clearing. The impact jolted Draco’s arm, sending a vibration up the hilt to his shoulder. Despite this, he remained steady, his feet planted firmly in the soft earth. He cast Harry a look of mock outrage, lips pursed in an exaggerated pout, while a mischievous glint sparkled in his pale blue eyes. ‘The audacity of you,’ Draco muttered, his voice blending irritation and wry amusement. Not to be overshadowed by Harry’s boldness, Draco advanced with renewed confidence. He transformed his irritation into a strong, decisive strike. The forceful blow struck Harry’s sword with a loud thud, forcing the Gryffindor to step back cautiously under the ongoing pressure. Draco shook his head with a faint smirk, commenting, ‘Trying to catch me off guard like that.’11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQSVmgn5xEx
Hermione observed closely from the edge of the clearing as Harry and Draco’s duel played out in front of her. She struggled to keep up with their rapid attacks and defences; the speed of their fight nearly overwhelmed her. Her breath hitched with each close call—the flash of Harry’s blade as he lunged aggressively, and the quick twist of Draco’s wrist as he blocked the attack and countered.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAPiIrstnAq
Harry deftly dodged a sweeping attack from Draco’s sword, which narrowly missed his head. He felt the breeze and the metallic scent of steel as Draco’s blade whistled past. Without hesitation, Harry spun on his heel and swung the Sword of Gryffindor upward for a counterattack. The swords clanged together loudly, with the force echoing up Harry’s arm and jolting his muscles. Draco was completely prepared. A confident smirk appeared on his face as he skilfully turned his wrist, easily breaking free from the sword lock. He moved smoothly and confidently—each movement fluid and exact, as if he had performed this duel many times before. Harry, briefly surprised by Draco’s quickness, barely deflected the next strike—a swift, darting thrust toward his side. The impact made Harry shudder, his boots gouging the soft ground as he fought to stay balanced. Draco was relentless. Focusing intently, he seized the opportunity and advanced. With a quick, broad move, Draco swept his foot behind Harry’s ankles, knocking his legs out from under him. The world shifted dramatically; Harry felt himself falling as the ground rushed up. He hit the ground forcefully on his back, gasping for air, with the cold earth pressing against his back. Before Harry could regain his composure, Draco was already looming over him, sword’s tip just above Harry’s chest. In his other hand, Draco held his wand, which emitted a soft glow of magic—a quiet signal that the Slytherin was ready for any deceit.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzqMrRlc2Gq
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Harry’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to breathe, each breath sharp and uneven from exhaustion. His glasses were askew on his nose, and sweat coated his forehead, causing his wild hair to stick stubbornly to his skin. Draco’s face showed unwavering confidence, with a self-assured smirk and eyes that sparkled with mischief and pride. Harry shut his eyes in disbelief, uttering a low curse as he ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair, which stuck out at odd angles. The sting of defeat hit him unexpectedly, and he struggled to accept that Draco was the winner. Shaking his head, he murmured, ‘It’s not possible,’ his voice scarcely audible. Despite giving his best and the fierce competition, Harry found it hard to believe Draco had beaten him honestly. This realisation hurt his pride and left him momentarily shaken as he tried to come to terms with the result.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi0DrQH5kCj
Draco shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at the Gryffindor lying on the ground. ‘Not probable,’ he said with dry humour, maintaining that trademark mischievous confidence. With a quick, practised motion, Draco tucked his wand away. Then, in an unexpected move that surprised Harry, Draco reached out his hand to help his rival stand. 11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvIFfvvtIKB
Harry paused, a deep frown creasing his brow as he looked at Draco’s hand extended toward him. For a moment, doubt flashed in his green eyes; his old instincts told him to be cautious, expecting a trick or snare. After a brief internal debate, he finally gave in and reached out, prepared for any disappointment. To his surprise, Draco took Harry’s hand with a firm, steady grip—stronger than Harry had anticipated, free of mockery or malice. In one fluid motion, Draco helped him up effortlessly. For a brief moment, their eyes locked: Harry looking for a hint of mischief, while Draco’s face was unreadable, save for a hint of respect beneath his usual bravado.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLW7LxZ1Jw1
The harsh sting of defeat wounded Harry’s pride, his heart pounding as he stood, brushing off the remnants of the duel. Although the embarrassment was intense, it was tempered by a grudging respect for Draco’s evident skill. Determined not to let the moment pass without a response, Harry stared at his opponent with a fierce glare, his jaw clenched and fists tight at his sides. Speaking softly but with firm resolve, he declared through clenched teeth, ‘I want to go again, Malfoy.’11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSBt3vOJvWc
Draco shrugged, a smug smirk on his face as he smoothly wiped his sword on his cloak. He then turned to Harry with a mischievous glint in his eye and said, ‘Best out of three?’11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbIs1jGR0aM
‘You’re on,’ Harry replied confidently, adopting a ready fighting stance. His tone was clear and determined, with his emerald eyes shining with fresh resolve. He straightened his shoulders, feet planted firmly on the mossy ground, every muscle tense with readiness. Across from Harry, Draco’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, a wolfish grin spreading across his lips as he mirrored his rival’s stance.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHS3JclgKVy
Hermione and Gandalf couldn’t help but laugh as Harry and Draco, dropping their swords, charged at each other with fierce enthusiasm, eventually collapsing onto the grass in fits of laughter. Hermione’s laughter softened into a warm smile as she watched the playful scene before her, evoking a wave of nostalgia. The scene reminded her of earlier days when Harry and Ron would engage in friendly roughhousing, often expressed through teasing and mock fights. Draco’s arm was wrapped firmly but gently around Harry’s neck; his actions showed no hostility, only a mischievous sparkle in his blue eyes and a crooked grin. Harry, pretending to be offended, his cheeks bright with exertion and his eyes full of genuine fun, squirmed and twisted to free himself from Draco’s hold.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFOxAhVRyNr
Hermione felt her heartstrings tighten as she watched, emotions rising—joy at their newfound happiness, disbelief at their transformation, and a quiet hope that past wounds might truly heal. She was amazed by their changes, finding it hard to reconcile how they stood now with the hostility that once seemed unstoppable. For a brief moment, Hermione imagined a future where such laughter and friendship were regular. A new dynamic was emerging in place of the old. Hermione was nearly able to see Draco as a friend, with their previous hostility giving way to moments of amity and shared laughter. Over time, the sharp edges of their relationship blurred, giving way to mutual respect and the early stages of genuine friendship. While Hermione was not yet prepared to see Draco on the same level as Harry or Ron, she could no longer ignore the possibility of such a change. Hermione suspected that Draco might also be feeling many of the same emotions she had toward Harry and herself—though she knew he would probably never admit this openly.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcmrdKpu2cw
A loud sigh from Gimli suddenly pulled Hermione from her thoughts. The Dwarf shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, his boots softly crunching on the grass. His brows knotted in frustration, and every line of his face revealed his irritation. With each breath, his tangled beard twitched, and a flicker in his deep-set eyes betrayed his hidden annoyance. Unable to hold back his frustration, Gimli’s annoyed voice echoed through the clearing, ‘If anyone were to ask for my opinion, which I note they have not, I would say we are taking the long way round.’ Crossing his muscular arms tightly over his broad chest, Gimli’s posture became stiff and defiant, as if he was bracing himself not just for the arduous journey but also for the slight of being ignored. Gandalf looked at the Dwarf with mild annoyance and thinly veiled patience. His lips formed a tight, firm line, and his eyes slightly narrowed as he listened to Gimli. Gimli, struggling to hide his frustration, faced Gandalf fully and emitted a low, guttural growl. His broad shoulders tensed, and he tightly grasped his axe, eyes shining with resolve and longing. ‘Gandalf, we can pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin, Balin, would give us a royal welcome,’ he insisted, his voice filled with hope.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOmbLRESDkJ
Gandalf sighed deeply and shook his head, his concern obvious to all. The wrinkles on his weathered face grew deeper, and his silver brows furrowed in a look of firm determination as he looked at Gimli. ‘No, Gimli,’ he said immediately, his voice calm yet commanding. While his voice carried authority, there was a hint of underlying anxiety, showing how serious the decision was. ‘I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice,’ he declared, his words calm yet definitive in their finality. A brief flicker of something appeared in his eyes—reminders of old fears and ancient terrors hidden deep within Moria’s shadowy halls.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxVZtrJdFHv
Gandalf raised his eyebrows as Legolas dashed past them. His agility was clear instantly; with a smooth, flowing motion, Legolas leapt onto a tall rock, landing softly as if the ground had softened to cushion him. Hermione’s eyes widened in amazement at this impressive feat, her breath catching for a moment as she watched Legolas crouch low, his figure sharply outlined against the pale sky.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1rHlIJ7FYE
Hermione observed him with a frown, noting the stiff line of Legolas’s back and the tension in his jaw as he stared into the distance. Though his face stayed calm and impassive, his clenched hands revealed underlying anxiety—a quiet sign to those familiar with him that something was wrong.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWqPPG8VKwh
Noticing Legolas’s concern, Hermione quietly stood up. Carefully, she moved onto the rock next to him, her boots softly scraping the uneven surface. The wind gently blew at her hair as she stopped to look at Legolas’s steady gaze. His bright eyes, alert and unblinking, watched the horizon with vigilance. Hermione, sensing the tension in Legolas’s stance, gently reached out. Her fingers barely touched the cool fabric of his sleeve. Though she aimed to comfort him, Legolas scarcely responded; his body stayed tense, muscles ready to move at any moment. His steady gaze remained fixed on the distant, flickering shadows that held his attention, while Hermione observed quietly with unease beside him.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVn87F04L8I
Alarmed by Legolas’s evident distress, Hermione moved closer and spoke softly, ‘What’s wrong, Legolas?’ she asked quietly, worry in her voice. Legolas did not reply; his gaze remained fixed on the invisible danger ahead. His silence, more expressive than words, only increased Hermione’s worry. She looked where Legolas was gazing, her brow creased as she tried to see what held the Elf’s full attention. 11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJyQflzd5zU
Legolas was utterly focused on a dark mass on the horizon, its form constantly changing and swirling like smoke blown by the wind. The cloud’s edges twisted and curled in the late afternoon light, sometimes fading into faint wisps before coalescing again into a darker, more ominous shape. Shadows flickered uneasily along the base of this menacing mass, implying movement inside—like an unseen force stirring the air around it. Legolas appeared visibly unsettled; a tense frown replaced his usual calm, while Hermione’s worry grew as she saw him fixate intensely on the ominous shape shifting across the sky. A silent warning was visible in Legolas’s tense jaw and the way his hand lingered near his bow, ready on instinct for any danger. The uneasy sky sapped the air of warmth, and Hermione felt a prickling of dread crawl along her spine as she tried to understand the meaning of the strange phenomenon.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfmsWBvPtsa
Amid the playful chaos, Boromir, caught up in the lively sparring, accidentally hit Pippin’s hand with his sword. Pippin yelped and leapt back, clutching his hand with wide, surprised eyes. Boromir’s face turned pale, his competitive streak vanished, replaced by genuine concern and remorse. ‘Sorry!’ he said, his voice sincere and tinged with concern, as he hurried across the grass to Pippin. Kneeling beside Pippin, Boromir examined the small, red mark on Pippin’s hand, his brow creased with worry.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyA74OS3Q6p
Pippin, however, was far from subdued. A mischievous grin appeared on his face as he saw a chance to get back. With perfect timing, he gave Boromir a sharp kick to the shin, his Hobbit boot hitting playfully against the warrior’s leg. Boromir’s surprised grunt told of the contact, and he instinctively stepped back, wincing as he rubbed his shin.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz8sYZ2f02Q
Merry, full of mischievous energy, shouted, ‘Get him!’ This rallying cry gave Pippin all the motivation he needed. Suddenly, the two Hobbits pounced on Boromir with reckless enthusiasm. Small but quick, they scampered across the grass, their motions a swift, chaotic dance of coordination. Boromir, surprised by the sudden assault, had little time to react. Pippin was the first to reach him, lunging at his midsection and driving both of them forward. Merry swiftly followed, climbing onto Boromir’s back and gripping his shoulders tightly. The combined strength and agility of the Hobbits overwhelmed Boromir, causing him to falter. His boots skidded on the damp grass, and unable to steady himself, he fell to the ground. Boromir, despite being outnumbered, fiercely resisted. He twisted and struggled with exaggerated effort to break free from the Hobbits’ playful attacks. Each new attempt was met with renewed energy and giggles from Merry and Pippin.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIu0eYmKua4
Draco and Harry, slightly apart from the main crowd, laughed as they watched.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKyWJKFVvQ0
Unexpectedly, Harry lightly punched Draco’s arm, the muffled thud softened by Draco’s sleeve. The harmless gesture caught Draco off guard, causing him to protest with an exaggerated yelp. ‘Hey!’ Draco exclaimed, rubbing his arm in a mock show of indignation. Instead of letting the moment fade, he made a comical face and quipped, ‘Dammit! Now my bruises have bruises!’ though his playful eyes and the faint blush on his cheeks revealed his amusement.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqV1THFiakO
Harry grinned slyly at Draco, his green eyes sparkling. ‘Stop acting like such a baby,’ he teased, his voice soft. In a quick, smooth motion, Harry leaned forward and wrapped his arm around Draco’s neck, pulling him into a headlock. The unexpected gesture caught Draco off guard; his hair slightly tousled as he squirmed, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and reluctant laughter.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7gYLzM5FCL
Merry, full of enthusiasm, quickly took the chance to celebrate by leaping to his feet and raising a fist in triumph. His eyes gleamed with pride and mischief as he shouted proudly, ‘For the Shire!’11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5hP78lEgqJ
‘Hold him. Hold him down, Merry!’ Pippin yelled at him as he pinned down one of Boromir’s arms with effort.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWzG74aWRQp
Aragorn, noticing Legolas’s discomfort, moved closer to the Hobbits and Boromir. As he towered over the Hobbits, his tall figure cast a shadow that briefly startled Merry, who looked up and pretended to be innocent. With skilled ease, Aragorn knelt and reached out, his rough, weathered hands grabbing the backs of their shirts. He smoothly lifted Merry and Pippin a few inches off the ground, their legs kicking in playful resistance. Aragorn spoke with authority but also humour, saying, ‘Gentlemen, that’s enough.’ 11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyJXvweH0h3
Merry and Pippin, however, were quick to resist. Sharing a mischievous look, they grinned and started squirming, trying to escape Aragorn’s hold. Utilising their small size and fast movements, the Hobbits moved with perfect coordination. Merry and Pippin scampered ahead and swiftly clung to Aragorn’s legs. Their tiny hands grabbed his boots and calves firmly, each eager to disturb the normally calm Ranger. Together, they pulled with all their might, combining their strength and playful energy. Aragorn, unexpectedly caught off guard by their coordinated effort, struggled to keep his balance. His arms flailed as he desperately tried to steady himself, and despite himself, he couldn’t help but laugh. Unable to resist the Hobbits’ persistent efforts, Aragorn finally fell backwards onto the soft grass. Before Aragorn could recover from his fall, Merry and Pippin took their chance. Merry held onto Aragorn’s tunic fabric for support, while Pippin, the most agile, sat proudly on his broad chest.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC6nYfIItu7
Sam, with a furrowed brow of confusion, finally noticed the object that had captivated Legolas. He lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the bright afternoon sun and looked up at the sky. On the distant horizon, a strange, shifting darkness hovered—entirely out of place against the clear, blue sky. This black mass writhed and pulsed as it moved, its shape constantly morphing, resembling a living shadow stretching across the land. Sam felt a wave of unease as he watched the swirling shape. Its strange movement sent a cold shiver through him and a growing sense of foreboding. He raised a trembling finger towards the eerie sight and asked softly, ‘What is that?’ His voice was hesitant and almost a whisper.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPGMRpDTlzs
One by one, the others looked to where Sam was pointing, unable to ignore the unsettling sight above. This drew Draco and Harry’s attention; they turned serious and focused on the distant horizon. ‘I think it’s moving,’ Draco whispered, uncertain and quiet. The shadow’s outline twisted and writhed, its edges blurred and disturbing. Harry stood next to Draco, his brow furrowed and his expression tense, his gaze fixed on the phenomenon.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpR7NEiH9jF
Gimli looked at Draco, his bushy brows frowning in focus, then lifted his gaze to scan the sky. His sharp eyes tracked the horizon, pausing on the changing dark patch that had unsettled everyone else. After a brief inspection, Gimli shook his head and said casually, ‘Nothing… it’s just a wisp of cloud.’11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb87Xf0lb0W
‘It’s moving fast…’ Boromir said, his voice fading as he looked up at the shifting darkness above. His eyes widened in alarm as he watched the strange phenomenon, and he noted with concern, ‘Against the wind.’ Aragorn, Merry, and Pippin joined him, all looking up at the dark patch in the sky. The mass in the sky twisted and pulsed with an eerie energy, its edges flickering and disappearing as if resisting definition, giving it an almost sentient feel. 11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl3APd02eSM
Hermione instinctively took a step back. She gripped the strap of her satchel tightly, her fingers whitening. She looked at Legolas, her expression filled with apprehension. ‘Legolas, what is that?’ she asked, her voice trembling as she spoke, revealing her deep unease.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbUCtfopukJ
Legolas stayed silent, his face tightening and jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed, focused on the mysterious disturbance on the horizon. The brief flicker of worry on his face indicated how profound his observations were. Though he didn’t verbalise it, the seriousness in his eyes revealed a deep, unspoken concern: this might pose a threat far greater than mere weather or a trick of light.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3oJTiO6vqY
As Legolas’s concentration deepened, his features grew more intense, and a clear sense of urgency appeared as he identified the actual threat. Without hesitation, Legolas straightened, shifting from cautious observation to determined action. ‘Crebain from Dunland!’ he shouted, his cry echoing to everyone. A shiver of dread spread through the group as Legolas’s warning echoed. The Elven archer’s keen eyes stayed locked on the ominous flock above—dark shapes with ragged wings, moving in a restless, coordinated mass as they swept low over the land, searching for any sign of movement. Every bird’s flight was deliberate, and their harsh, guttural cries echoed across the valley, serving as a grim omen.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzXwlJs8rdz
Aragorn’s eyes widened with concern as he quickly understood the seriousness of the situation. Without delay, he grabbed Boromir’s arm firmly, his fingers gripping the fabric of the cloak. His sharp, commanding voice pierced the rising panic as he shouted, ‘Hide!’ He surveyed the area, his gaze quickly moving from shadowed bushes to rocky outcrops, assessing the best spots for hiding.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBr97LzaJSW
Draco’s response was instant and unreserved. He scowled and shook his head as if in disbelief, his sharp features twisting with irritation and concern. Murmuring under his breath, he said, ‘Well, shit,’ words that came out almost without thinking.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6qDSc6b3Zd
Recognising the urgency of the situation, Harry acted immediately, ‘Hurry!’ The seriousness in his tone demanded quick action. He quickly ran across the grass, his boots pounding purposefully, heading straight for Merry and Pippin. The two Hobbits, caught off guard and wide-eyed in fear, hardly had time to react before Harry’s hands grasped their shoulders. His hold was firm and comforting, helping to steady them amidst the chaos. Harry steadily led Merry and Pippin to a dense bramble thicket at the meadow’s edge. As they reached the cover for protection, Harry crouched low, instinctively placing himself between the Hobbits and the danger above. He used his body to shield them, ensuring the tangled leaves and thorns hid them entirely from sight. His heart raced, and every muscle was tense as he listened carefully for any sign that the threatening flock had noticed them. Only once he was sure Merry and Pippin were safely hidden did he take a brief, shaky breath, his face relaxing slightly. He nodded to them before heading to a bush opposite them so he could still keep an eye on them.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYeI9u6mHqK
‘Take cover!’ Aragorn shouted urgently to Draco, who was still frozen by the sight of the approaching birds. At Aragorn’s command, Frodo and Sam acted instantly. Frodo’s hands trembled as he grabbed his pack, while Sam’s face paled with worry, and his eyes nervously darted toward the darkening sky. 11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi9WOFfxLak
Boromir’s strong stance reflected his determination as he quickly approached Frodo and Sam, crouching low to dodge the watchful Crebain circling above. He gave a steady, reassuring nod to calm the Hobbits, then kneeled to help them efficiently gather and pack their remaining belongings. Without hesitation, Boromir acted quickly. He grabbed Frodo and Sam, one under each arm, and in a swift movement, carried them across the meadow. With steady resolve, he reached the bush where Aragorn was already hidden, ensuring the Hobbits were safe amid rising danger. The Hobbits nestled close beside Aragorn, their bodies pressed together amid the thick, thorny bushes, their hearts pounding as they tried to keep their breathing quiet. Boromir’s gaze scanned the meadow and quickly found Merry and Pippin. He ran towards them, moving into the bush next to them.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLjaSVN7K1N
Draco, sensing the danger, quickly stepped back, his boots sinking into the soft ground. In a flash, he started a frantic run toward the closest cover, driven solely by adrenaline. His flight was suddenly halted when his foot snagged on a twisted, gnarled root hidden beneath the tangled underbrush. He gasped in surprise, flailing his arms wildly to regain his balance. The ground appeared to tilt beneath him, causing him to stumble forward. Before Draco could regain his balance, suddenly, Harry’s hand shot out from the shadows, firm and unwavering, and pulled Draco into the thick bushes, the noise of snapping branches and rustling leaves betraying their quick retreat into safety. Draco landed hard on his knees, feeling twigs scrape his skin and thorns jerk at his robes. Draco glared at Harry, his blue eyes full of anger and embarrassment at being grabbed so roughly. Harry, crouched beside him, looked at Draco calmly; a small, smug smile curved his lips, as if saving Draco was just a minor task.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWx8IMUnBfi
Always quick with a sharp remark, Draco raised an impeccably shaped eyebrow at Harry, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. He exaggerated the gesture with a dramatic wag of his brows and a sly, roguish grin spreading across his face. In his usual drawl, he responded, ‘Geez, Potter, if I knew you felt that way…’11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtpNAmuDOtw
Harry cast a playful glare at Malfoy, his vibrant green eyes narrowing exaggeratedly to show annoyance. ‘Shut up, Malfoy,’ Harry muttered, with a playfully sharp tone. Despite aiming for seriousness, the slight upturn of his lips revealed his actual mood.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡph6AK09ppi
Legolas deftly leapt from the rock and touched down gracefully. In a quick and deliberate turn, Legolas faced Hermione. He steadied himself, planting his feet firmly on the uneven stones and raising his arms as a silent signal for Hermione to trust him. Their eyes briefly met—Hermione’s filled with apprehension and resolve, while Legolas’s remained calm and reassuring. Gathering her courage, Hermione swallowed her fear and trusted Legolas would catch her. Steeling herself, she took a deep breath, then leapt from her perch.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw2H0gSXdbR
Legolas caught her effortlessly, his arms wrapping securely around her. The brief embrace was grounding and electric; Hermione’s heart pounded loudly as she was held close, the warmth and stability of his embrace sharply contrasting the freezing fear pressing down from above. The quiet of their racing hearts filled the gap between them, with their faces mere inches apart. After placing Hermione safely on the ground, they exchanged a quick but meaningful look. In that instant, a flood of unspoken emotions flowed between them—relief that she was safe, gratitude for him not letting her fall, and a deeper, unspoken connection that neither dared to voice but both felt keenly. As the danger grew more immediate, Legolas’s hand instinctively sought out Hermione’s. Their fingers intertwined, his hold firm and reassuring. Without pause, Legolas led Hermione onward, breaking into a jog. Legolas’s keen, watchful eyes stayed focused on their goal—a slender opening between the rocks.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP1SMOPdwQR
Legolas ensured Hermione went through the narrow gap between the rocks first, letting her reach the cramped shelter ahead of him. He then followed, fitting into the limited space beside her. The enclosure was so tight that it almost couldn’t hold them; the unyielding stone walls pressed in, restricting any movement. The ancient rocks felt cool and damp, their surfaces covered in moss and lichen. Hermione sensed the coldness of the stone against her back as she instinctively shrank further into the shelter, trying to become as small as possible. The smell of earth, stone, and leaves filled the air, blending with the woodland aroma faintly clinging to Legolas’s cloak.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzSrKYEtM9j
Hermione became acutely aware of how close they were, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she instinctively tried to create space. Any slight movement—like shifting her hand or repositioning her knee—sent ripples of anxious anticipation coursing through her. The accidental touches heightened her sense of Legolas’s proximity: the steady beat of his heart and the gentle warmth he radiated. Being pressed together was almost overwhelming, with the closeness and charged atmosphere intensifying the moment.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡElQUhpUHuE
Before Hermione could retreat further, Legolas moved quickly and decisively. He lifted his arm, blocking her escape by pressing it firmly across the narrow opening. His firm gesture was impossible to ignore; this move was not only protective but also hinted at possessiveness, leaving her no chance to slip past him. Hermione looked up, troubled, intending to protest. As she met Legolas’s intense gaze, her words faltered, and she felt her breath catch. In the subdued light, Legolas’s eyes shone with an almost supernatural glow, the sapphire depths reflecting the pressing danger they faced and a quiet, unspoken feeling. Each heartbeat resonated within the confined space, with every glance exchanged charged with meaning and potential. The tension between them was almost palpable—a delicate thread stretched tight between the danger lurking outside and the desire simmering beneath. Cramped together by the stone walls, only sharpened their awareness of each other.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQmZJEv0Wfl
Caught in an intense gaze, Legolas slowly lowered his arm with deliberate, steady movements. Gently but firmly, he wrapped his arm around Hermione’s waist and pulled her closer. The tiny gap disappeared, replaced by the closeness of their embrace, and Hermione could feel the solid firmness of his body against hers. The tension between them was electric. Hermione’s senses were highly alert, every nerve tingling with anticipation. The gentle warmth of Legolas’s breath brushed against her lips, each exhale carrying a subtle, woodsy scent of pine and autumn leaves that seemed to cling to him. The gentle circles his fingers traced on her lower back sent shivers racing up her spine. With their foreheads nearly touching and Hermione’s lips slightly parted in anticipation, their breaths intertwined in the close air. Each breath became a shared rhythm, bringing them closer. Hermione noticed every detail: the gentle touch of Legolas’s hair on her temple, and the soft beat of his heart echoing hers. At that suspended moment, time seemed to slow, turning the instant into something almost sacred. The danger lurking just beyond their rocky hideout appeared to crystallise the emotions simmering beneath the surface, transforming their feelings into something pure and undeniable. Their connection burned intensely, brighter than anything else, casting the outside world into shadow. In that brief interval between threat and longing, everything else faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpIdcOr1VGr
A sudden, sharp screech from above shattered the fragile bubble surrounding the pair, instantly drawing Legolas’s attention away from Hermione. The shrill, relentless sound echoed fiercely off the stone walls, reverberating through their bones. Legolas instinctively turned his head towards the source, muscles tensing as the piercing cry of the Crebain echoed through their shelter. Their intimate moment was suddenly shattered, the electric tension between them dissolving just before their lips could meet—only a heartbeat away from giving in to the pull that had drawn them together. Hermione, surprised by the abrupt interruption, froze in place—her breath held, heart pounding as she processed how close they’d come to more than just a fleeting touch again. Outside, the sound of numerous wings flapping and cries echoing filled the air, pressing against their rocky sanctuary with a threatening urgency, as if the world itself was working to keep them separated.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1QYUSI6Xps
The others looked out nervously from their hiding spots, hearts racing as they wondered if the birds had seen them. Above, a tight formation of large crows flew swiftly across the sky, circling above the Fellowship. Each passing darkness felt like a hand trying to reveal them. Suddenly, a harsh croak broke the tense silence. This abrupt noise caused a ripple through the flock, with hundreds of glossy black wings reacting in perfect unison. The crows sharply turned south, shifting their formation with urgent precision to retreat from the Fellowship’s fragile refuge. Although the birds’ loud caws faded into the distance, their threatening presence remained.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI4RFTd1HoN
Legolas gazed upward, his keen eyes carefully scanning the sky. He remained perfectly still, listening carefully for any signs of danger. Only once Legolas was entirely sure the danger had truly passed did he allow himself to relax. He gave a deliberate nod and faced Aragorn, his blue eyes showing calm confidence. Legolas carefully extricated himself from the tight space among the rocks, each movement revealing his constant wariness. After clearing the gap, the Elf turned to face Hermione, and his face softened as he gazed at her, silently conveying reassurance. He reached out his hand, offering quiet support. Hermione took his help willingly, resting her smaller hand in his. Legolas supported her softly, his hold firm yet tender, making sure she moved safely over the uneven stones. He steadied her with meticulous care, watching out for any obstacle along their way. 11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYrQBHRO3du
Once Hermione was back on her feet, Legolas’s demeanour changed suddenly. He let go of her hand abruptly, breaking the link between them. His fingers, which had been steady just moments earlier, seemed to recoil from the intimacy of their brief touch, and the suddenness of the loss was striking. As soon as their hands parted, Legolas turned away silently, his face a carefully neutral mask showing no sign of the inner chaos reflected in his eyes. His lips pressed into a line that conveyed restraint rather than indifference. He approached Aragorn with long, purposeful strides, his movement flowing and almost too graceful, as if walking was a distraction from the emotions surfacing within him. Every step was careful and deliberate, with shoulders back and head high, but a faint tension showed in his jaw and shoulders. The tension between him and Hermione seemed to crackle, charged with unspoken words and the ghost of touch, even as he kept his distance physically and emotionally, retreating behind his honed composure.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhde02SlAxO
Hermione paused silently, watching Legolas as he receded into the distance. She was confused and disappointed; her lips pressed thinly as she processed his sudden retreat. Legolas’s touch lingered, a calm and reassuring sensation now conspicuously absent, causing her breath to hitch and her shoulders to tense. Hermione felt a whirlwind of emotions but chose not to call after Legolas or dwell on the incident. She composed herself, taking a deep, calming breath before heading over to the rest of the Fellowship.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ39IgZuEUZG
Gandalf stumbled out from his hiding spot, his robes still tousled from rushing to conceal himself. His face was pale and serious, with a glint of grim determination replacing his usual calm. He moved cautiously, as if the tension from his encounter with the crows still affected his limbs. Strands of his dishevelled white hair fluttered in the light breeze, framing his face with a look of tired disarray. He took a deep, steadying breath and grimly announced, ‘Spies of Saruman.’ Gandalf’s words carried unmistakable bitterness and frustration. Gandalf’s eyes, fierce and unwavering, scanned the horizon again. ‘The passage south is being watched,’ Gandalf’s voice was laden with foreboding, his grip on his staff tightening. He slowly looked at each member of the Fellowship, his gaze resting on every face.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUeLYz5eNry
Gandalf immediately turned away from the gathering, walking steadily with resolve. He approached Legolas, who, after returning from checking the area, stepped slightly away from the others. The Elf was entirely focused on his task, carefully examining his bow. His slender fingers traced the elegant curve of the wood, vigilantly checking for any splinters or flaws that the recent hardships might have caused. His sharp, cautious eyes scrutinised the weapon with great detail, aware that even a minor defect could be fatal. Legolas looked up at the wizard with an alert, expectant expression, prepared for whatever harsh truths might come.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfmdXKM3MsD
Gimli leaned against a nearby rock, his broad shoulders sagging as he took deep, steady breaths. Sweat beads glistened on his forehead, just beneath his tousled copper-coloured hair, showing his tiredness. His thick fingers relaxed around his axe’s handle, as if hesitating to release its familiar, comforting weight even during a rest.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq4424OvhMD
Hermione took a seat on the ground beside him. Carefully, she crossed her legs to find stability on the uneven stones and grass. Her gaze drifted thoughtfully over the landscape, but her hands remained restless, plucking and twirling slender blades of grass.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmZzYouxGdO
As Frodo and Sam approached, the weariness of their journey was clearly evident. Their clothes were torn and weathered, and exhaustion darkened their faces, dimming the brightness in their eyes. Frodo’s concern showed in the furrow of his brow as he looked at Hermione’s face. ‘Are you okay, Lady Hermione?’ he asked softly.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe5qC060D8b
Hermione’s expression softened as she looked into Frodo’s worried eyes. ‘I am fine, Frodo. I appreciate your concern,’ she said softly, her voice calming and kind. Hermione examined his face intently, noticing the fatigue in his delicate features and the persistent shadow of fear in his eyes. Dark circles under his eyes and his uncertain mouth revealed restless nights and burdens far too heavy for such small shoulders. She frowned slightly with concern, her hand gently resting on his arm, and asked, ‘Are you okay?’11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLz8ThVTdAO
‘Yes, I am fine,’ Frodo replied softly as he sat down on the grass beside Hermione. Frodo instinctively curled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. His restless fingers fiddled with the frayed hem of his worn jacket, finding comfort in the familiar fabric as he struggled with his troubled thoughts. His gaze drifted across the wild landscape, distant and unfocused.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4qprowZIir
Hermione gently tousled Frodo’s hair, her fingers softly running through his tangled curls. This tender gesture brought a sincere smile to the Hobbit’s face, momentarily easing some of his worries. ‘Good,’ Hermione said, her reply gentle, offering steady comfort. She idly plucked another blade of grass and twirled it between her fingers.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGOcRTnnEEr
Gandalf stopped before them, his staff held steadily at his side. He looked from one companion to another, his gaze resting awhile on Aragorn. After a brief pause, Gandalf shifted his gaze to the distant mountains, their snow-capped peaks sharply outlined against the pale sky. With a serious voice, he declared, ‘We must take the Pass of Caradhras,’ and pointed toward the high, snow-covered route ahead, its rocky sides shimmering in the early sunlight.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxndAdKQOAe
Legolas looked up at the snow-covered slopes of Caradhras, feeling a flicker of unease as he thought about the dangerous climb ahead. His sharp eyes scanned the jagged ridges, following the line where rock met snow. Legolas turned to Hermione and observed her closely, looking for any signs of fear or doubt. She sat among the rough stones, maintaining a steady and calm posture. Hermione’s face showed no signs of fear. Instead, her expression was determined, her eyes shining with clarity and resolve, reflecting her firm intention to face whatever Caradhras might bring.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡex6nF98Ifm
A faint, almost hesitant smile touched Legolas’s lips as he watched Hermione. He realised she had a strength he hadn’t fully noticed before. There was a gentle but unmistakable confidence in how she carried herself, her spirit undeterred by the looming danger. Legolas saw her resolve shining brightly, unwavering in the face of adversity, and he was quietly impressed by her composure.
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