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A/N: Hey guys! In this chapter, Draco and Hermione have finally arrived in Middle-earth xD
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Hermione blinked away her tears, struggling to steady herself as chaos erupted around her. Draco held her tightly as they entered a swirling portal, his grip the only thing keeping her grounded in a collapsing world. As they crossed the threshold, Hermione felt a cold, icy rush envelop her, piercing her bones and causing her skin to tingle with goosebumps. A sharp pain clenched her stomach, and a wave of nausea hit her, twisting her insides as if gravity had reversed. Colours, shapes, and shadows spun erratically, blending so she couldn’t discern up from down or find clarity. Disorientated, she heard a faint buzzing in her ears, like the very fabric of space vibrated. She clung to Draco, praying the dizziness would pass so she could find solid ground again.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3pd9fhJqxn
Hermione took in the surreal spectacle: clocks of all kinds swirled around her—grandfather clocks with intricately carved faces, tiny wristwatches shining like stars, and pocket watches spinning through the space as glowing digital numbers danced in the air. Both digital and analogue faces spun backwards at a frantic pace, their hands whirling unnaturally fast and numerals glowing and rushing in reverse, as if time itself were tearing apart. The ticking grew louder and transformed into chaotic noise, until the clocks dissolved, melting into mist and vanishing into the endless swirling void.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfvHyO0JQT1
Strange shapes filled the air in their absence—a series of delicately crafted golden scales swayed, their pans appearing to hold invisible treasures and balancing against unseen forces. Sundials drifted close by, casting elongated, shifting shadows that twisted with the spinning light of the vortex, forming patterns that Hermione’s rational mind could not comprehend. Some objects shimmered with an otherworldly glow, constructed from materials she failed to recognise—crystal dials displayed constantly changing runes, hourglasses sent sand flowing upwards, and lattices of light flickered in sync with a silent, alien rhythm. Other shapes defied description, forming and reforming, blossoming into intricate geometries that bent the laws of physics. Despite her efforts to make sense of these bizarre visions, Hermione instinctively knew that none of these objects belonged to her world. They floated freely, following laws that disregarded space and time, making her feel as if she were witnessing fragments of completely unfamiliar realities.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKg7SJFzxEK
Draco fought to maintain his composure, determined to resist the wave of nausea threatening to overtake him. He gripped Hermione tightly, knowing she was his only anchor amidst the chaos. Shadows flickered past in dizzying patterns, and Draco’s heart thundered as the ground vanished beneath him. He refused to let go of Hermione, aware that the raging maelstrom could separate them and hurl both into unknown fates. He recognised the peril of moving through time, feeling the delicate boundaries between past, present, and future tremble around them.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLlZedrsz1v
Draco and Hermione ventured through the swirling portal, where brilliant colours burst and flickered before them. Each hue shone with intense brightness, like disco lights slicing through the darkness of a black room. Ribbons of blue, green, and crimson spun around them, merging and breaking apart at dizzying speeds, so they could not distinguish one shade from another. Alongside this mesmerising display, a constantly shifting noise unfolded—laughter and voices echoed, leaves rustled, and the faint clang of a bell rang out—all blending into the restless swirl of movement.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJQtw5dOqYa
Amidst this torrent of shifting hues and sounds, vivid fragments of their pasts suddenly sprang forth, animated by the portal’s magic. Draco caught glimpses of himself as a young child, clutching his mother’s hand in a sunny garden, then watched as their Hogwarts versions raced through candlelit hallways, robes billowing behind them. Hermione saw her younger self hunched over a stack of books, sharply contrasting with the chaos she now endured in the portal. Laughter, fear, and sorrow flashed by—they confronted one another in the Great Hall, slipped away for secret midnight excursions, and endured the sharp sting of memories that continued to haunt them. These visions swirled and collided with the chaotic waves of light and sound, growing more fragmented and elusive with each passing moment, until the boundary between past and present blurred and reality dissolved into the wild, disorientating journey through the portal.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9DOcQWshxA
Hermione’s tears blurred her vision as she watched Ron die in her memory. The moment sharpened in her mind—Ron’s tired, resigned face glowed in sickly green light, his eyes filled with sorrow and acceptance just before the Killing Curse flashed cruelly and destroyed everything. The memory struck her hard, pounding in her chest and stealing her breath. The curse’s sound echoed in her ears, its cold, unnatural finality piercing her fragile hope. Overwhelmed with emotion, Hermione trembled and sobbed silently as she instinctively clung to Draco, seeking comfort in the only stable presence amid the sudden chaos of her world. Shutting her eyes, she tried to block out the flood of painful memories, but the sharp ache persisted, refusing to yield.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGbNocP19D0
Memories surfaced for Draco, showing him obeying orders and seeking his father’s approval, only to experience disappointment and failure. Regret and inadequacy weighed heavily on him as each memory appeared vividly—he stood rigidly at his father’s side, yearning for a nod or a rare smile that never came. He recalled the cold sting of rebuke whenever he fell short, with expectations hanging over him like storm clouds and pressing down until he struggled to breathe. His father’s stern voice echoed in his mind, constantly reminding him of his failures. Shame and self-doubt gnawed at Draco, tightening his chest and making his heart pound; he felt small and powerless, as if his family’s legacy anchored his soul and pulled him into the shadows of his own shortcomings.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSmH7mbV9FN
Draco suddenly lost his footing as the ground vanished beneath them, and he plunged through the void, clutching Hermione with desperate force. He instinctively reached out, keeping her close. The endless chasm below loomed cold and unfathomable, erasing any sense of direction or safety. An icy wind whipped past, lashing their hair and robes in wild disarray, while Draco’s heart hammered furiously, threatening to burst. Panic seized him—each moment of free fall seemed to stretch on forever, with his thoughts spiralling in fear of tumbling endlessly into darkness. Dread weighed heavily on him, chilling his blood, as he realised the terrifying possibility that they had sealed their fate for good. The fear of never finding solid ground again, of being lost without hope of survival, constricted his chest and made every breath a struggle.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqpoNCCbT5M
The swirling colours finally merged into a vivid, blinding green that flooded their vision, overwhelming their eyes after what felt like an eternity inside the Portal. Strange energy thickened and crackled in the air as time faltered and splintered. Without warning, the vortex forcefully expelled Draco and Hermione, hurling them through its invisible boundary as though a furious sea had spat them out. They landed in an awkward heap on cold, hard stone, the impact jolting every bone—Hermione scraped her elbow harshly against the rough surface, while Draco bruised his shoulder, pain shooting up his arm. For an agonising moment, neither of them moved as the breath left their bodies and the world spun, the portal’s magic crackling overhead before it gradually faded into a stunned, aching silence.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHbHRwwKWl4
For a moment, a sharp, high-pitched ringing filled Draco’s ears and drowned out all other sounds, as if someone had struck the world like a bell. The piercing whine pressed against his skull, overwhelming his senses and leaving him briefly dazed. Colours continued to flicker before his eyes while the cold stone beneath him vibrated with the fading echo. As the noise slowly faded, the chaotic swirl of impressions cleared and stifling silence closed in. In that fragile hush, Draco sharply noticed Hermione pressed tightly against him. She clung to him desperately, as though she feared the lingering magical turbulence would sweep her away, her trembling fingers gripping his robes. Her sobs shook her body, muffled against his chest as her tears soaked the fabric with grief. Draco, ignoring the strangeness of the moment and their history, instinctively drew her closer. He wrapped his arms around her protectively, cradling her head in one hand and trying to shield her from the rawness of their sudden arrival and the heavy sorrow threatening to consume her.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvN5KZzLBu2
Chairs scraped across the stone floor as a sudden uproar swept through the crowd, shouts reverberating off the high walls. Accusations surged swiftly, with anxious voices speculating about spies and questioning the mysterious identities of the newcomers. Suspicion and tension pressed down on the chamber; several individuals sprang to their feet, their faces drawn tight with alarm, eyes darting between Draco, Hermione, and the weapons now aimed at them. The hall’s acoustics amplified every nervous movement—boots thudded against flagstones, someone overturned a goblet with a clatter, and a staff cracked sharply against the ground as someone tried to restore order. Fingers jabbed accusingly, and fearful snippets of conversation—‘Who are they?’, ‘Did you see the magic?’, ‘Are they servants of Sauron?’—echoed around the chamber. The crowd surged into a restless, wary half-circle around Draco and Hermione, bodies drawing together to form a living barrier teeming with anxiety.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwAqRaPIuxe
Amidst the chaos, Draco heard a familiar, worried voice say, ‘Something happened.’ The gentle, recognisable tone stood out, though it remained elusive in his confusion. Every sound overlapped, creating a deafening noise that overwhelmed his senses. The voice, full of concern, cut through the noise like a lifeline, but Draco couldn’t lift his head or focus on its source. His vision spun as exhaustion pressed down on him. He clung to Hermione on the cold stone floor as if she were his only anchor. Fear and confusion battled inside him while the crowd’s urgent noise pressed in, making it difficult to separate friend from foe, hope from fear, all in the midst of the chaos.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbjVKJXse93
Hermione whispered to him, ‘R-Ron,’ her voice trembling with the pain of loss. The single name slipped from her lips like a prayer or a plea, heavy with everything she had lost. Grief surged through her delicate frame, and each syllable caught on a sob she tried to contain. Her warm, shaky breath pressed against Draco’s chest, and the sound of her sorrow echoed in the cold, vast air, mingling with the remnants of chaos around them. Even as she clung desperately to Draco, her heart and mind drifted—longing for the boy with red hair, whose absence had carved a deep wound inside her. The memory of Ron’s final moments, vivid and unbearable, flickered behind her closed eyes, prompting her to hold Draco even tighter, as if her pain could somehow bridge the impossible gap between past and present.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOOitrBGbDU
Draco jolted out of his trance as he spotted an arrow, an axe, and a sword directed at them. The gleam of steel and the unyielding arrowhead instantly sent panic surging through him, his heart pounding fiercely. The Bowman kept his intense focus unwavering, narrowing his eyes and keeping his finger ready on the string; beside him, the Dwarf gripped his axe tightly, its blade catching the flickering torchlight. The Ranger held his sword aloft in a defensive stance, reflecting light and casting long, trembling shadows across the stone floor. Hostile intent pressed down from all sides, and Draco’s heartbeat quickened as fear tightened every muscle. He gently shook Hermione, his hand trembling while he tried to alert her to the danger, whispering urgently in her ear. But Hermione only shook her head, her eyes vacant with shock and grief, still overwhelmed by sorrow and unable to grasp the immediate threat of death looming over them.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1t8wTqebHP
The man with the bow asked, ‘Who are you? Where did you come from?’ His voice rang with sharp suspicion and authority.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡod3YT8yWzF
Hermione forced herself to focus on him, though tears blurred her vision and emotions threatened to overwhelm her. Each breath shook as she circled through thoughts of Ron and the pain of loss within her. She fought to hide her grief as she realised the danger they were in. With a trembling hand, Hermione wiped her eyes and straightened up, summoning the last of her courage. She glared at the man with the bow and lifted her chin in defiance. ‘We have nothing to say to you,’ she whispered, her voice fragile and trembling but filled with resolve. She kept her swollen eyes fixed on his—a striking shade of blue, so intense that, for a moment, she forgot her fear and sorrow. The imminent threat pressed in on them, impossible to ignore. The Bowman radiated confidence and suspicion as he squared his broad shoulders and tensed his muscles, ready for action. Hermione averted her gaze from his face, her heart pounding as she shifted her attention to the two figures standing beside him.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAM1TEdOGRn
The Dwarf stood stout and solid, barely reaching the Bowman’s chest, as though someone had carved him from stone. He swung his thick beard plaits over battered armour and gripped his heavy axe with possessive, unwavering determination. His dark, cautious eyes, set beneath bushy brows, darted between Draco and Hermione as he evaluated them with blunt, almost primal suspicion.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj9ldLdqCKX
The Ranger stood beside him, tall and exuding a wild aura, with his weathered cloak draped loosely over his broad shoulders. His dark hair fell carelessly across his brow, and a thin scar marked his mouth—a clear sign of a life marked by conflict. He gripped his drawn sword with calm confidence, the blade dull yet faintly gleaming in the firelight. His ruggedly handsome features reflected years spent surviving on the fringes of civilisation. Hermione briefly observed him, noticing how he constantly shifted his gaze, alert and quick to scan both the crowd and the newcomers, continually assessing every possible threat or escape route.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHKe07KWRU1
Hermione took in the trio’s menacing posture, but reasoned that they would have killed her and Draco already if that were truly their intent. Their strained restraint showed caution rather than outright hostility, and she clung to that hope, forcing herself to stand a little taller despite her growing fear.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe0RkvB7SaN
The Bowmans’ patience thinned dangerously, and he radiated an icy, coiled threat through his stance. He gripped the bow with steady, white-knuckled determination, prepared to act instantly at the slightest provocation. He fixed his piercing blue eyes—cold and unwavering as winter ice—on Draco and Hermione, devoid of any sympathy. He readied every muscle for action, alert for any sign of deception. He spoke again in a harsh rasp, each word deliberate and edged with threat, ‘Tell us, or I will kill you, spy.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwRSDzUnHY9
‘Stop this! Now!’ The command rang out sharply, slicing through the chaos in the hall like thunder. Draco’s eyes widened in shock as he recognised the voice—calm, powerful, and unmistakably commanding. Everyone turned their heads as Professor Dumbledore strode forward, his long robes trailing elegantly around him, the silver in his hair and beard gleaming in the torchlight. He embodied the majestic wizard, with piercing blue eyes radiating wisdom and serenity as he moved purposefully through the crowd. For a moment, time appeared to slow; the crowd’s rising anxiety shifted to a wave of awe, their faces transforming from suspicion to admiration as the wise wizard drew closer. Each step Dumbledore took seemed to command the very air, and his presence alone settled the tension.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSMKn8tKpVM
Harry Potter strode purposefully through the crowd behind him, his movements swift and assured. Determination blazed in his green eyes, and he set his jaw as he forged ahead, making a clear path. Amid the surrounding chaos, Harry maintained a calm, steady confidence, his messy black hair tumbling over his forehead as he rushed towards Draco and Hermione. The crowd parted before him; some people softened their expressions in recognition, while others remained sceptical. Draco immediately felt relieved to see his old rival alive and apparently unharmed—not that he would ever admit that out loud.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzSboEapmrn
‘Harry!’ Hermione cried out. Her voice trembled with emotion, urgent and raw as it echoed through the hall. Seeing her best friend before her melted away the fear constricting her chest. Hermione hurried across the stone floor with quick, uneven steps, propelled by relief. She rushed to Harry and threw her arms around him in desperation. Harry instinctively held her close, wrapping his arms protectively around her—steady and reassuring, as if he shielded her from the chamber’s chaos. Hermione clung tightly to him, clutching his robes and burying her face in his shoulder as sobs overtook her. Her tears soaked through his shirt, warm and seeping into the fabric, each one signalling her overwhelming joy and sense of safety.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVCGwyzmUez
The Dwarf clearly felt uncomfortable with Draco and Hermione’s sudden, mysterious arrival. He slowly drew in deep breaths, his broad chest rising and falling beneath dented armour, while he narrowed his dark, wary eyes under bushy brows. True to his kind’s straightforward nature, he fixed all his suspicion on Dumbledore and barely concealed his mistrust. He stood firm, facing the wizard with a serious expression, jaw clenched and lips pressed tight. He shot out his hand, arm steady and unwavering, and pointed directly at the newcomers. His gruff, resonant voice echoed through the hall, ‘Gandalf, I trust you have a good explanation for this?’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsKCXtgc5EG
‘All in good time,’ the seasoned wizard said softly, addressing the restless crowd with a calming tone. Draco reminded himself that they must call him Gandalf here. The name felt strange on his tongue, yet it suited the moment.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOAmYLw4X0m
‘Enough!’ Another authoritative voice echoed through the hall. Everyone nearby turned to the source, their attention drawn to a man who stood confidently in the archway. He radiated authority, his posture commanding respect from all present. Tall and striking, with an ageless face and dark hair that caught the torchlight, he exuded an almost otherworldly aura. His sharp blue eyes pierced the crowd, scanning the hall with careful intent, missing nothing. Delicate embroidery adorned his deep blue robes, silver threads shimmering subtly to symbolise nobility and wisdom. He moved deliberately through the crowd; those in his path stepped aside instinctively as his footsteps echoed on the stone floor, silently clearing a way. Even the most seasoned warriors shrank before him, drawn by his quiet gravitas. When he reached Gandalf’s side, he paused and stood perfectly still, his long fingers lightly resting on the hilt of an ornate sword at his hip. The torchlight gleamed off the polished metal, illuminating the intricate runes on the guard. He drew a measured breath and cast a cautious, observant gaze over the newcomers, studying each face carefully and weighing and assessing them with wisdom older than the stones beneath their feet.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo1nfvfXpSM
At last, he fixed his intense gaze on Gandalf, piercing through all pretences with unwavering focus. The look momentarily shook even Gandalf, renowned for his steady calm and ancient wisdom. He finally spoke, his calm and deliberate words slicing through the silence like a blade. ‘What is the meaning of this, Gandalf?’ he asked, his voice firm and deep, allowing no room for evasion—demanding an honest and complete answer.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7NltOakEfo
Gandalf responded swiftly, bowing his head with dignified solemnity. He addressed him, speaking with a steady, warm, and confident voice. ‘These are the other two allies I promised, Lord Elrond,’ he said, and he gestured smoothly toward Draco and Hermione.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb0nY74lod6
Lord Elrond fixed his gaze on them, letting his attention rest on Hermione longer than on Draco. He revealed a refined curiosity in his expression, with elegantly arched brows that suggested deep thought and a hint of surprise. For a moment, the soft, ancient light in his blue eyes seemed to probe Hermione’s soul, as though he sought hidden answers in her expressions or posture. He offered a gentle, almost paternal warmth in his demeanour, paired with a sharp intellect shaped by years of judging strangers in uncertain times. He pressed his lips into a thoughtful line, displaying neither suspicion nor trust, but a careful analysis instead. Once satisfied, Elrond redirected his attention to Gandalf, maintaining his regal composure. In a calm yet commanding tone, he told the wizard, ‘We have much to discuss later, Gandalf.’ His steady voice made clear that he would not let the matter drop.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwgknyPWFHQ
Gandalf replied respectfully and calmly, ‘Of course, Lord Elrond,’ addressing the Elven Lord with a gentle yet authoritative voice. He then turned to Draco and Hermione and inclined his head towards them. With a subtle gesture, he invited his companions closer—a reassuring promise of protection. ‘Allow me to speak with my companions privately, and then I will come to you once they are settled,’ he said, his tone warm.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0C3HaEttYg
Gandalf’s words made Lord Elrond pause and think deeply before he nodded in agreement, granting them privacy. He took a measured breath and stepped forward with dignified grace. When he spoke, his gentle yet firm authority commanded the hall’s attention. ‘Due to their late arrival, the Council will be delayed until we discuss this matter further,’ he said, his words ringing out with unmistakable finality. 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWKcC1DlGjV
Council members shifted uneasily—some shared silent glances of concern or curiosity, while others bowed their heads in respectful acceptance of Lord Elrond’s decision. Some assembly members immediately protested the declaration, filling the room with their murmurs and objections. Their dissenting voices echoed against the vaulted stone ceilings. Council members exchanged sharp looks, anger and worry etched on their faces, while others gripped their chairs tightly, knuckles turning white with tension. The charged environment bristled with the threat of open conflict as each voice fought to be heard.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBOhYn9QaaS
Lord Elrond swiftly shut down these protests, locking his formidable stare onto the dissenters. Under his steady gaze, voices faltered, and even the most vocal objectors fell silent. The Elven Lord dominated every part of the hall, maintaining complete order through his composed yet authoritative demeanour without uttering a single word. His piercing look left no doubt that his decision was final, sending a silent warning that he would not tolerate any further debate.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpLGY3uHcdr
Gandalf nodded solemnly. ‘Of course, I apologise for the delay,’ he said earnestly, his humble and respectful tone acknowledging Lord Elrond’s authority. He gestured to Harry, Hermione, and Draco, his gaze softening with compassion and reassurance. ‘Come,’ Gandalf spoke warmly, inviting them to follow. He led the trio away from the grand hall, leaving the stone arches and the council’s watchful eyes behind. Each step relieved their tension, and whispers of suspicion faded into quiet privacy.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZyItKSyzuh
Gandalf led the three of them to a quiet, secluded spot, distancing them from the watchful eyes and ears of the other council members. As they moved further away, suspicion and unease in the grand hall gave way to a sense of relief. Their footsteps echoed softly along a winding corridor, where centuries had worn ancient stones smooth beneath their feet. Golden torchlight flickered, casting dancing shadows across detailed wall carvings depicting legendary battles and noble heroes, partially obscured in darkness, creating a mystical atmosphere. The group entered a sheltered alcove just beyond the council chamber, its thick, ivy-clad walls and ancient arches providing protection. Cool air, tinged with the scent of moss and distant rain, greeted them. A high window let in flickering light, casting shifting shadows over the flagstones and creating a serene, almost sacred mood. Draco cautiously surveyed the surroundings, his sharp gaze searching for hidden threats. Hermione, her shoulders finally relaxing as the intense scrutiny lifted, released a tentative sigh of relief. Still tense, Harry drew nearer to them, seeking the comfort of their presence. In this quiet spot, the trio gathered their thoughts, shielded from prying eyes and expectations. Gandalf waited until they had settled, his wise eyes gently and deliberately resting upon each of them, ready to speak openly about what lay ahead.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbYhWt2GuOp
Harry held Hermione tightly as tears streamed down her face. She sobbed, her body trembling, and pressed her face into his chest, clutching his robes as though she feared letting go. His warm embrace became her lifeline after so much fear, and his steady heartbeat comforted her amid the emotional storm. She clung to him, her voice trembling with raw emotion. ‘I thought you were dead,’ she sobbed, muffling her words against his chest as new tears fell, overwhelmed with relief.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUPzZLRR5og
‘So did I,’ Harry echoed softly, his voice shaky with relief and lingering fear. He gently pulled Hermione closer and ran his fingers through her tangled hair, steadying her ragged breathing and comforting her in her distress. He silently promised her safety with his tender touch, grounding Hermione as she cried into his chest. For a brief moment, Harry remained still, allowing her sobs to fade and his own racing heart to settle.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ02b8E2p1Wx
Harry gradually loosened his embrace, letting his palm hesitate on her shoulder before he gently drew back. Concern etched itself across his face as he observed Hermione’s tear-streaked cheeks and reddened eyes. He took a shaky breath, knitted his eyebrows together, and leaned closer, speaking softly but urgently, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘Where’s Ron?’ he inquired, dread tinging his tone. He searched Hermione’s face anxiously, silently pleading for reassurance and longing to soothe the overwhelming fear twisting in his stomach.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2WG0XzIdeD
Hermione shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to speak. Pain wracked her entire body—she hunched her shoulders and clenched her trembling hands into fists at her sides, fighting to keep herself together. Watching her, Harry felt dread surge within him, his stomach tightening as he realised the news must be serious. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest, cold fear settling deeper as he watched his best friend consumed by emotion.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm3SAtdWwsJ
Draco broke the silence first, finally finding his voice. Emotion flickered in his eyes as he struggled to contain the storm within. ‘Weasley… he sacrificed himself so we could escape,’ Draco said, his voice trembling and raw as the memory struck him again. He hesitated, swallowed hard, and shook his head in disbelief, his pale features twisting with shock and guilt. The knowledge of Ron’s act pressed on Draco, burdening him with the realisation that the red-haired Gryffindor chose selflessness over safety and courage over comfort. Draco’s usual composure faltered while he tried to process the unthinkable—a noble and fearless act that shattered his previous perceptions of Ronald Weasley. He replayed the image of Ron standing firm against danger, putting their lives before his own, and it overturned every assumption Draco held about the boy he once mocked. Reluctant admiration swept over him as he realised Ron’s deed was not only brave but deeply honourable—qualities Draco had never truly associated with a Weasley, even given their Gryffindor heritage.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡySgMl8nt7t
Harry closed his eyes, the raw grief etched on his face as he fought to hold back tears. For a brief moment, he clenched his jaw and hunched his shoulders, actively trying to block out the pain that tore at his heart. He drew a shaky breath, the sound catching in his throat. He softly said Ron’s name, his voice so quiet it nearly vanished in the alcove’s silence. Overcome with emotion, Harry let his gaze wander to the mossy ground, his eyes unfocused and distant. Seeking some release from his inner ache, he unknowingly kicked a small stone at his feet, sending it skittering into the shadowy trees. Its faint clatter echoed his sense of emptiness—a simple, futile act that failed to ease the sorrow within him.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYhNfFKkNtI
Gandalf fixed them with a troubled expression. His bright eyes, usually full of knowledge and power, now glistened with unshed tears that revealed the pain and guilt pressing on his heart. ‘There was nothing anyone could do for Mr Weasley,’ he said softly, his voice low and thick. Gandalf paused, weighed down by his words as he let his shoulders sag. ‘I hoped my visions were mistaken, but…’ Gandalf added, his tone wavering with profound sadness while he shook his head. Disappointment filled his eyes—the unmistakable sorrow of someone who had witnessed too much loss and, despite all his power, felt helpless before fate’s cruelty.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0GnbVpYrKn
Hermione met Gandalf’s gaze and asked quietly, ‘What do you mean?’ Her voice was barely above a whisper and trembling with hesitant uncertainty. Hermione stood partly on the defensive and partly inquisitive, her posture mirroring the conflict between her scholarly desire for knowledge and her fear of what that knowledge might bring.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhlTeB86xUZ
Gandalf stood sombrely, leaning heavily on his staff. ‘It was unavoidable,’ he said, his calm voice carrying a note of regret. The gentle rhythm of his words resonated in the stillness, lending a sense of finality. ‘Whether Mr Weasley travelled to this time or remained in the future, his fate was already sealed.’ He glanced briefly at the floor, then looked up again, his expression sorrowful. His voice trembled slightly, revealing the heavy burden of his knowledge—a melancholic acceptance that some destinies remain beyond change, no matter how much one might wish otherwise.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUMbVpz87VR
Harry studied the uneven flagstones beneath him, searching for answers in their cracks. ‘So, Ron would have... died anyway?’ he asked, his voice thick with disbelief and pain as he struggled to accept his friend’s inevitable fate. He clenched his fists at his sides, sorrow and frustration making his hands tremble. The truth drained his hope and caused his shoulders to slump while he accepted that Ron’s sacrifice had been unavoidable, no matter which choices he made or which path he took.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnGrhZT4aDa
Gandalf watched the sorrow on Harry and Hermione’s faces. He slowly approached them and gently rested a hand on each of their shoulders. He whispered, ‘I am sorry,’ his voice brimming with genuine regret. He paused his gaze on Hermione, noticing the tears streaking her cheeks and her posture bent in grief, then turned to Harry, whose sagging shoulders bore the invisible burden of loss. Finally, Gandalf fixed his gaze on Draco, who stood apart with confusion and guilt on his face, struggling to manage his feelings.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ464fFsZBLH
Gandalf’s eyes reflected his concern as he glanced at Hermione once more. He spoke with empathy and urgency. ‘Do you need more time?’ he asked her, offering comfort and granting them a moment to regroup, recognising their need for a brief pause. At the same time, he made the urgency of their predicament clear, emphasising that they could not delay for long.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOb7RTQFVch
Harry gently squeezed Hermione’s hand, silently reassuring her. He offered steady warmth, softly rubbing his thumb over the back of her knuckles to convey strength through the simple gesture. Although Hermione’s fingers trembled beneath his, her tension gradually eased as his touch comforted her. Observing Gandalf’s concern, Harry summoned the courage to give Hermione a small, sincere smile—brief but genuine—to anchor her in the moment and remind her she was not alone. Harry straightened his shoulders and quietly breathed in to steady himself. He spoke with a calm yet firm voice, clearly displaying the resolve and courage he summoned despite his grief. ‘No, it’s okay. I doubt Lord Elrond will accept another delay,’ he said, meeting Gandalf’s gaze and openly showing both his vulnerability and determination. Hermione, still clasping his hand, nodded slightly in agreement. Gandalf observed their silent display of unity and courage, approving the resolve they showed in the face of adversity.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMSI4ONdwRF
‘Well then, come with me,’ Gandalf said, signalling for the trio to follow. He strode ahead purposefully, leading the way. His staff tapped gently on the stone, echoing softly as they stepped after him. 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1lVOKCSp6J
They passed under arching branches of ancient trees, their leaves shimmering in the dappled sunlight. Crisp air carried the scent of earth and wildflowers, and each breath filled them with the subtle perfume of Rivendell’s gardens. They walked along a winding path bordered by lush greenery, with ferns and blossoms spilling over mossy stones. The sound of rushing water grew louder, guiding them towards a nearby waterfall. Silver torrents leapt from the high cliffs, sparkling in the late afternoon light and creating swirling mist. Rainbows danced within the spray, and the peaceful pool below reflected the delicate architecture of Rivendell’s elegant bridges and slender columns. They climbed stone stairs, intricately carved and aged by time, their worn steps echoing the history of many generations and the footsteps of Elves long gone. As they ascended, a panoramic view unfurled before them, revealing delicate terraces, flowering vines on balconies, and the seamless harmony of nature and craftsmanship perfected by the Elves.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyiYvH99uhp
Gandalf turned to them and explained their surroundings, saying, ‘You have arrived in Rivendell, the home of the Elves. The year is 3018, and the date is October 25th.’ He spoke in a tone that remained both calming and informative while they took in the breathtaking scenery. Birds sang gently from the canopy, their melodies mingling with the soft rush of nearby water. The graceful architecture of Rivendell rose around them, with slender columns and balconies decorated with leaf motifs and winding flowering vines. Crisp, fragrant air hinted at honeysuckle and pine, and the faint hum of Elven voices evoked a sense of peace and ancient wisdom. Marble pathways twisted through lush gardens glowing with late-autumn colours, while a subtle aura of enchantment shimmered from every stone and stream. Clearly, this place offered refuge and beauty—a hidden haven where history quietly met hope.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ0laIOLU51
Gandalf guided them to a small, beautifully arranged table in a quiet corner overlooking the water. Smooth, silvery wood adorned with delicate Elven designs formed the table, which sat beneath a graceful arbour draped with trailing vines and light blossoms. ‘Sit,’ he gently said, his voice warm. He moved his staff slightly, causing a teapot and four cups to appear on the table. Steam rose invitingly from the spout, filling the air with the soothing aroma of jasmine and honey. Delicate porcelain cups, decorated with swirling patterns that echoed Rivendell’s arches, rested on a silver tray.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn8yijNTCmR
Harry, Hermione, and Draco exchanged uncertain looks before each picked up a cup to pour their tea. They wrapped their hands around the delicate porcelain cups and drew comfort from the warmth seeping through the fine china. While they sipped, the calming tea eased their tension; Hermione relaxed her shoulders, Draco gazed thoughtfully into the swirling liquid, and Harry traced the ornate Elven patterns along the rim with his fingers, his gaze distant yet appreciative of the quiet moment. 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIeS23Lsz2o
Gandalf poured his tea and settled into his chair; his posture signalled a shift to more serious concerns. He met each of their eyes in turn before pausing on Hermione. ‘First, I need to know if you have the Time Travel book and the Anann K'ɔvn,’ he asked in a low, confidential tone.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5sXOS13UGr
Hermione gave Gandalf a calm yet purposeful nod, concealing her turbulent emotions beneath her composed exterior. She reached for her beaded bag, her fingers still trembling slightly from earlier. With great care, Hermione took out the Time Travel book, its worn leather cover adorned with ancient golden script and faint, enchanted sigils, and set it on the table. Hermione lifted the Anann K'ɔvn necklace next, briefly holding it in her hand. She respectfully placed the necklace next to the book.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtrXTqxYcHH
Gandalf leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with keen interest. He ran his thumb along the book’s edge, lingering over the faded runes as though drawing out the memories imprinted on the leather. The necklace captured his attention as well; recognition and concern flickered across his face while he studied its craftsmanship and the faint shimmer of magic. Satisfied, he wrapped both treasures in a fold of his grey cloak and tucked them away with care, shielding them purposefully from the world’s gaze and unseen dangers.
Gandalf sipped his tea, and the delicate clink of porcelain briefly broke the calm of the garden alcove. He swept his piercing gaze across them, first settling on Harry, then Hermione, as he assessed not only their presence but also the importance of what they carried. ‘Now, I need to discuss your heirlooms,’ Gandalf said quietly and leaned in, his tone low and purposeful, as though mentioning the artefacts might attract unseen listeners. He softened his voice, infusing it with caution and urgency as he added, ‘As I already told Harry, these must remain hidden for now. It is imperative that no one discovers them yet.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr9esc1ds2i
Hermione met Harry’s gaze, silently drawing reassurance from his steady presence. She briefly hesitated, then reached for the delicate Evenstar necklace. Hermione unclasped the necklace with care, her fingers lingering on the cool metal as she remembered the comfort and hope it had brought her during moments of doubt. She tucked the valuable piece into a hidden pocket in her beaded bag, ensuring it remained concealed from prying eyes. As she completed the task, Hermione lowered her eyes, growing painfully conscious of her attire—still wearing the heavy, black Death Eater robes that reminded her of their dangerous escape. The robes, steeped in associations of fear and cruelty, made her skin crawl. Disgust twisted her face as she ran her fingers over the harsh material. She shuddered inwardly, the urge to rid herself of the robes intensifying. Determined to break free from that chapter, Hermione resolved not just to change but to destroy the garments—perhaps by burning them—to erase their dark legacy.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv8ktORfffP
Gandalf offered a gentle smile that briefly put everyone at ease. ‘Good,’ he said confidently, nodding in response to Hermione’s attentive reply. Gandalf’s expression shifted; he furrowed his brow, and the lines around his eyes grew more pronounced. He regarded them with a steady, thoughtful gaze. ‘I can imagine your journey here was quite taxing,’ he said, his voice carrying genuine understanding of their hardships. He kept his eyes on Hermione, who dropped her gaze to the table and nervously twisted the hem of her cloak. Her anxious gestures, tense shoulders, and trembling hands made her emotional struggle clear.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdf2tUJI3dC
Meanwhile, Draco positioned himself slightly apart from the others, keeping his posture stiff and wearing a contemplative expression. He loosely rested his pale hands in his lap and gazed into the distance, wrestling with inner worries. Fatigue etched lines on his face, and a distant look clouded his eyes, showing he struggled to process recent events and to connect his thoughts to the ongoing conversation.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFocJEbnj5S
Gandalf hardened his expression as he looked at the trio. ‘Your dangers are only just beginning,’ he said, his words lingering in the garden like distant thunder.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSsCHjXvWuu
Hermione furrowed her brow and tightened her grip on the cloak’s edge, her anxiety clearly rising as she exchanged uncertain looks with Draco. Draco clenched his jaw, and though he tried to remain composed, fear flickered across his pale face. Harry listened attentively, his steady green eyes reflecting quiet resolve. He leaned slightly forward, focusing intently.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHSu2WG4goo
Gandalf said, his voice calm and reassuring, ‘Harry has had a chance to learn some of what’s to come since he has been here longer, but all will be clarified during the Council meeting.’ The wizard shifted his gaze to Harry, who appeared composed yet quietly determined, his green eyes reflecting both the seriousness of what he had learned and his willingness to bear that burden. Gandalf gave him a subtle, meaningful nod. ‘If Harry has time, he will likely fill in any gaps,’ Gandalf said, his tone expectant yet supportive. Harry returned the gesture with a quiet, firm nod.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEevvaqD9HZ
‘You arrived slightly later than I predicted, so the council has been postponed for now. Nonetheless, I must emphasise why these peoples have gathered here,’ Gandalf told them, his voice steady but tinged with urgency.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfwP5DaWoG4
Draco anxiously shifted in his seat and gripped the carved edge of the chair with his fingers. ‘“Peoples”, sir?’ he hesitantly asked, the word catching awkwardly in his throat. Draco kept his features composed, but he darted his eyes around, searching for any sign of mockery or judgement. He acutely felt his outsider status among the Gryffindors, whom he had disliked for years. Old conflicts hovered in his mind, and every glance carried the weight of their history. He sat facing the man he had once been ordered to kill but couldn’t, a haunting reality that made this strange new alliance feel even more surreal. Draco felt uncomfortable and isolated, acutely aware that he had strayed far from his comfort zone. As the only Slytherin among those he once labelled enemies, he faced the grandeur of his new surroundings—the unfamiliar faces of Elves, Men, and Dwarves glimpsed beyond the garden—and the looming threats, all of which heightened his sense of alienation.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ52V2Yhfwf2
Gandalf slightly tilted his head and softened his gaze at Draco. ‘Yes, the Men, Elves, and Dwarves of Middle-earth,’ he stated firmly, pronouncing each group as if recalling something solemn and historic. ‘Such a gathering is rare, but this threat endangers everyone.’ Gandalf offered the Slytherin a warm, reassuring smile, his rugged face softening with kindness. Draco frowned and shifted restlessly in his seat, showing apparent discomfort.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3IolAgdouI
Gandalf fixed Hermione with a serious, steady gaze, deep concern etched across his old face. He said softly yet seriously, ‘A word of warning, Hermione. Women face very different treatment in this era.’ He calmly raised a hand to halt any immediate objections, his gesture both protective and commanding.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqYBeHpkI10
The tirade of questions and objections stuck in Hermione’s throat. She widened her eyes and caught her breath as she processed Gandalf’s warning. Although her quick wit and bravery remained, a flash of uncertainty crossed her face, revealing her vulnerability to judgement, not for her skills but for her gender. She hugged her cloak more tightly, quietly showing her anxiety while she looked towards the distant Elf voices and the tall walls of Rivendell.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUlkcdE4god
Gandalf maintained a calm, steady voice as he addressed her. ‘I’ve discussed this with Lord Elrond, and we both agree you might not be welcomed at the meeting.’ His eyes, which usually sparkled with wisdom, now shone with determination as he defended her. His assertiveness came through in his deliberate tone. ‘Still, I’ve asked that you be treated the same as I am. Once Lord Elrond steps in, you should be able to join with minimal trouble.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMq0qdLSabr
Hermione carefully listened, gratitude and anxiety flickering across her face. She bit her lip thoughtfully, showing her concern about the upcoming Council Meeting. The tense atmosphere highlighted the clash between her innate sense of justice and her awareness that she was about to step into a world both exciting and intimidating. She recognised that, in this new realm, people would challenge her presence and voice in ways she had never expected. Even so, she slowly nodded, quietly steeling her resolve as she prepared for what awaited her.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZG7jvHDIUy
Draco nervously shifted in his chair, tense and defensive in the grandeur of Rivendell. His fingers restlessly tapped on his sleeve, betraying his nerves. He gathered his courage, straightened his back, crossed his arms in an attempt to armour himself, and looked steadily at the old wizard. ‘Sir, when will the meeting happen?’ he asked softly.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhHQi6Reek9
Gandalf shrugged casually at Draco’s question. ‘Once I’ve provided Lord Elrond with the information he needs, you will be summoned,’ he said evenly, his voice carrying quiet authority and certainty. Gandalf included Draco and Hermione in his gaze, offering them a reassuring smile. He seemed to notice the unease of the two Hogwarts students, whose travel-worn clothes did not suit Rivendell’s sophistication. ‘I will have someone bring you and Hermione some clean clothes in the meantime,’ he said kindly, his tone gentle and thoughtful.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRXGKzo8VOK
Gandalf stood up from his chair and walked with deliberate grace, holding his staff, which tapped lightly on the polished stone floor as he approached the grand staircase. He turned back to them and offered a soft, reassuring smile, his deep blue eyes sparkling. ‘I’m glad you all made it safely,’ he said sincerely. After one last, appreciative look, Gandalf turned and walked down the stairs, gradually disappearing into Rivendell’s elegant corridors. After Gandalf left, silence settled heavily over the arbour. With no one to guide or offer comfort, awkward tension gripped them, turning the previously welcoming chamber into a tense space.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqP66Amim3x
Draco stood, breaking the silence as his chair screeched faintly against the polished floor and drew brief attention. He walked over to the ornate balcony railing, each step stiff with unease. Gripping the cool, intricately carved wood, he tightened his hold until his knuckles whitened, searching for something solid to steady himself. Tension hunched his shoulders inward, and he fixed his gaze on Rivendell—a vista of golden leaves and elegant spires that seemed a world away from home. Surrounded by ancient beauty and strangers whose curious or mistrustful glances flickered his way, Draco forced himself to breathe steadily, striving to find a foothold in a place and among people that made him feel more isolated than ever.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfweb31jDed
Harry and Hermione exchanged subtle glances as they actively assessed Draco’s mood. Their shared concern showed in the faint furrows on their brows and Hermione’s nervous fidgeting. After glancing cautiously around to ensure privacy, they lowered their voices and quietly discussed recent events. Their words, barely audible, brimmed with worry and speculation as they tried to make sense of what had happened since their arrival and predict what might come next. Hermione’s voice quivered slightly, betraying her uncertainty, while Harry responded with calmness, aiming to reassure her.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ06GZMtnSUi
Gandalf entered Elrond’s study and found the Elven Lord standing by his desk. His sharply defined features, clenched jaw, and pressed lips revealed both disappointment and determination. Elrond fixed Gandalf with an unwavering gaze and spoke succinctly and commandingly. ‘Gandalf,’ he said, his voice cold with displeasure, ‘you have much to answer for.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc984WZPsCU
Gandalf greeted, ‘Lord Elrond’, in a warm, cheerful tone, aiming to ease the tension with his calm and cautious approach.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8958TNQCaG
Elrond met Gandalf’s gaze with sharp, unwavering intensity. His vivid blue eyes scrutinised every subtle shift in Gandalf’s demeanour, making it clear that he expected nothing less than total honesty. ‘I want answers,’ he stated firmly, his voice unwavering and stern, as he gestured decisively towards the chair before him. With this gesture, he made it clear that he would control the direction of the discussion and that Gandalf was expected to be open and direct.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMI2G4egYP4
Gandalf took the seat Elrond provided, moving with composed assurance, although a flicker of tension momentarily appeared beneath his usual calm. He settled into the finely carved chair opposite Elrond and offered a brief, sardonic smile, attempting to mask the nervousness stirred by the formidable Elven Lord. Regaining his poise, Gandalf met the moment evenly, his voice steady, ‘What would you like to know?’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3FW7bYm2EO
Elrond fixed Gandalf with a steady, almost piercing look and spoke in a voice as clear and cold as mountain spring water. ‘The girl,’ he said, the phrase heavy with significance, leaving no room for evasion. He slowly clasped his long fingers on his desk—patient yet assertive—making it clear he would accept no excuses. ‘Tell me about her. I want every detail.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsvLvsOooe8
Gandalf’s intense gaze flickered with concern as he realised that his forthcoming revelations would not only answer Elrond’s immediate questions about Hermione but would also draw the Elven Lord’s sharp attention to Draco. Unspoken, complex stories lingered between them, hinting at consequences that could reach far beyond this moment. Gandalf steadied himself, met Elrond’s gaze with determination and cautious unease visible in his eyes, and said in a steady, solemn voice, ‘Very well, but I must stress the need for confidentiality. What I am about to disclose is not yet known even to those directly involved.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUp292OwdWq
Elrond promised, ‘As you wish. You have my word,’ his voice ringing with solemn seriousness.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRhZSg3p6pn
Gandalf leaned forward in his chair, amusement gleaming in his eyes as he observed Elrond. The corners of his mouth curled in a wry smile, hinting at mischief beneath the solemn façade. ‘Hermione is…’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCvYSrGKBXg
Gandalf led Harry, Hermione, and Draco quietly through Rivendell’s corridors towards the Council Meeting chamber. Thick, ancient carpets muffled their footsteps. Harry and Draco wore finely tailored Elvish robes of rich, silken fabric that draped elegantly. Inspired by Lord Elrond’s attire, the robes displayed intricate embroidery on the cuffs and collar—silver threads forming delicate leaf and star patterns that shimmered with every movement. Dressed in these ceremonial outfits, the boys projected a regal presence, their youthful faces softened by the clothing’s dignified look.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk0YX9uVUZx
Hermione wore a flowing emerald-green gown that caught the dappled sunlight streaming through the large windows, making it gleam faintly with each movement. The gown’s gracefully flared sleeves ended at her wrists, and the fitted yet comfortable bodice drew in at the waist, secured by a slim silver sash. Intricate embroidery of Elven vines and blossoms decorated the hem and neckline, showcasing both Arwen’s careful selection and the skill of the Elven seamstresses. Despite the dress’s beauty and thoughtful design, Hermione felt slightly uncomfortable. The vivid green reminded her too much of Slytherin House colours, a sharp contrast to her Gryffindor loyalty.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNbunBaSWll
Harry and Draco strode through the softly lit corridors, their elegant Elven cloaks flowing behind them, while Hermione glided over the polished floor in her dress. They presented a unique blend of Hogwarts and Rivendell, marking the meeting of two very different worlds at the entrance to the Council Chamber.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1A80PvQwem
Gandalf stepped up to the entrance of the Council Chamber. He scanned the large assembly with sharp, discerning eyes, taking in the dignitaries—Elves, Dwarves, and Men—whose futures depended on the decisions ahead. Every aspect of the chamber pressed in on them: banners displaying ancient symbols hung from the walls, and the polished stone floor reflected the focused gazes of council members seated in a wide circle. He faced Harry, Hermione, and Draco, his look unmistakably communicating the importance of what awaited them.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEbcrmHDLNI
Gandalf said firmly, ‘Please mind your manners and speak only when appropriate. Disrespect will not be tolerated here. You will be seated among leaders of the free peoples of Middle-earth.’ He focused his gaze mainly on Draco, caution and expectation clear in the blue depths of his eyes. Gandalf silently urged Draco to restrain his usual provocations, aware of his tendency to challenge. It appealed for dignity for both Draco’s sake and the reputations at stake in the presence of Middle-earth’s most powerful company. Draco widened his eyes in mock surprise and pointed at his chest as if to say, “Me?” The gesture brought a moment of humour to the scene. However, Gandalf kept completely calm, fixing Draco with a sharp gaze that made it clear mischief would not be tolerated. Gandalf deliberately raised his eyebrows and, in a firm tone, said, ‘I know all about your loose tongue, Draco Malfoy. Do make sure you keep it from wagging.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡihFOtotMt9
Draco protested, his voice ringing with indignant disbelief. ‘I would never…’ he started, speaking with a defensive edge and adding a dramatic flair as he threw his hands up. Gandalf silenced him swiftly with a stern gaze; the wizard’s sharp blue eyes asserted a quiet authority that discouraged any argument. Draco paused, his boldness fading as he acknowledged Gandalf’s warning. With a reluctant huff and a roll of his eyes, he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, half playful and half sincere. ‘Alright, no tongue wagging. I got it,’ he muttered, crossing his arms in exaggerated resignation. He sighed theatrically, the sound echoing softly through the chamber, exposing his internal struggle to restrain his usual wit before such commanding authority. Yet, respect for Gandalf’s authority flickered in Draco’s eyes, showing that he understood the need for decorum, even if it conflicted with his natural inclinations.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCT9g87gdPz
Harry and Hermione traded puzzled glances, their brows knitting as they tried to interpret the brief exchange. Before they could speak or speculate further, Gandalf refocused on the grand entrance. He straightened, firmed his posture, and gestured authoritatively to indicate there was no time for curiosity. Inside, murmurs signalled the seriousness of the gathering awaiting them. Setting aside their curiosity about Draco, Harry and Hermione prepared themselves for the serious matters ahead. They would have to postpone their questions as they entered the circle of leaders who held Middle-earth’s future in their hands.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvOpqQALSfm
Gandalf led the two Gryffindors and the lone Slytherin quietly into the centre of the circular chamber. Their footsteps gently echoed on the stone floor, each tap resonating beneath the high arches as the council watched them closely. They paused before a solid stone pedestal at the heart of the room, carved with ancient runes.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkivhbsdl1e
The assembly murmured and whispered, their voices vibrating through the high arches as the trio reached the heart of the council chamber. The leaders of Middle-earth—Elves with timeless, peaceful faces, Dwarves showing impatience, and Men exuding sceptical authority—turned to look at the three newcomers, their curiosity and suspicion clear in their glances. Surprise flickered across some faces, mild disapproval marked others, and keen interest shone in the eyes of those who fixated on the unfamiliar visitors. Even as rumours swirled and intense scrutiny came from every direction, Harry, Hermione, and Draco maintained their composure, actively drawing on their courage and resolve. Harry clenched his jaw, his green eyes surveying the chamber with quiet conviction. Hermione kept her head high, standing proud and steady amid the uncertainty. Draco, ever the performer, projected an air of indifference, though the slight tension in his shoulders betrayed his awareness of the watchful council.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqYV4XD6GOe
Gandalf stepped gracefully aside, presenting the trio to Lord Elrond and the council. Harry, Hermione, and Draco paused for a moment at the edge of the marble dais, absorbing the grandeur of the chamber. In perfect synchrony, they bowed their heads—Harry’s bow was sharp and sincere, Hermione’s elegant and composed, and Draco’s had a hint of drama—each gesture reflecting Gandalf’s instructions and the occasion’s seriousness.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRTzPxeDibx
Gandalf steadied himself with a deep breath and addressed Lord Elrond, his voice clear and unwavering. ‘Lord Elrond,’ Gandalf said, his tone both formal and warm. ‘You have already met Master Harry Potter,’ he added, and gestured towards Harry to focus attention on him. Elrond’s calm gaze met Harry’s, and he gave a respectful nod, maintaining an inscrutable yet kind expression. Without a word, Elrond extended his graceful hand to the empty seat next to Frodo, its Elven motifs beautifully carved, inviting Harry to take his place. 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbUR7fZfs7v
Spotting Frodo, Harry offered a reassuring smile and felt grateful to find a familiar face among so many strangers. Harry acknowledged his position on the council and nodded respectfully to Lord Elrond before he took his seat. He looked at Frodo and offered a gentle, comforting smile. Frodo, clasping his hands tightly in his lap, looked up, his face reflecting both worry and hope, and relaxed just a little as he responded with a small smile.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdMu6vW01HG
Gandalf nodded, keeping his expression calm yet offering warm support, and he gently rested his hands on Hermione’s and Draco’s shoulders to reassure them. Hermione drew confidence from Gandalf’s subtle support and straightened beneath his hand, while Draco, caught between pride and fear, gave a cautious, controlled nod. Gandalf looked back at Elrond and said clearly, ‘I would like to introduce Master Draco Malfoy and Lady Hermione Granger,’ ensuring his steady voice filled the chamber with a sense of importance. He pronounced each name carefully, first casting a meaningful glance at Draco, whose pale face displayed cautious confidence, then at Hermione, whose unwavering gaze revealed calm and determination.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLI6rBkUaiX
Gandalf shifted his approach to Elrond, moving from formality to a tone of respectful entreaty. ‘Lord Elrond, I respectfully ask that they both be allowed to attend this meeting,’ he said, expressing deference and a strong belief in his request.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvnib0lLMVO
As Gandalf and Lord Elrond had anticipated, fierce opposition erupted as soon as he made his request. Many present—especially the Menfolk—immediately stood and argued passionately against Hermione’s participation in the meeting. Rising voices resonated throughout the chamber, with objections and heated debate swirling around Hermione’s right to be part of such an important council. The Men displayed particular offence at the suggestion, revealing their disdain through sharp words and scowls. The Elves, more reserved, exchanged cautious glances, masking their scepticism behind calm faces, and the Dwarves muttered quietly, furrowing their brows in suspicion. A few members attempted to restore order, but passionate protests drowned out their efforts, leaving the chamber tense.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1QJIdt8TY3
Hermione raised her chin, determined not to let others’ judgements crush her spirit. She overheard comments that often inflicted pain more deeply than she cared to admit. Whispers and muttered remarks drifted across the chamber—many expressed open disdain, while others maintained a brittle civility, yet all revealed scepticism about her presence. Each word and sideways glance threatened to diminish her dignity, even as she strove to remain composed. Prejudice confronted her openly, not only through voices but through eyes that lingered too long or glanced away dismissively. Men, Dwarves, and Elves quickly passed judgement, forming opinions in moments, and centuries of bias pressed against her. They assessed her coldly and efficiently, dismissing her as an outsider—an interloper—without acknowledging her bravery or vast experiences. Their judgements focused only on her appearance and gender, ignoring her true self. To them, she appeared simply as a young woman out of place among warriors and rulers, her intellect and sacrifices hidden beneath the surface. Their scrutiny constantly reminded her of the barriers she faced for daring to stand among them.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA4DzCWEFna
Hermione drew a steady breath and reminded herself of Gandalf’s earlier advice about how people in this era and place thought. She understood that Middle-earth’s society typically saw women differently—hardly ever as warriors or fighters—and certainly did not expect them to participate in war. Many in the chamber believed only men should discuss warfare, and they assumed a respectable woman would never involve herself in such matters. By attending the council, Hermione defied these expectations and directly faced the challenge of earning respect and recognition from Middle-earth’s leaders. Although the council directed hostility towards her, Hermione upheld her quiet dignity and actively resolved to overcome prejudice and outdated customs. She remembered Gandalf’s advice: stay firm and confront doubts with courage and intelligence. Drawing inspiration from his words, Hermione decided to prove her worth not by raising her voice in protest, but by letting her character and experience speak for themselves—even if she faced centuries of tradition alone.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs2oWhltf2B
A man with light brown hair and a haughty, dismissive demeanour made a highly offensive comment, cutting through the chamber and lashing Hermione’s attention. The insult abruptly shattered Hermione’s calm, and her carefully maintained composure crumbled. Her features hardened, and a fierce glare flared in her eyes as she lost all restraint. In one instinctive motion, Hermione’s patience snapped, and she drew her wand, pointing it unwaveringly at the man, defiance apparent in her stance. The man, dressed in dark, formal attire, straightened in his chair—his former arrogance vanished, replaced by wide-eyed surprise. He stared at Hermione in confusion, clearly unsettled and unprepared for such a bold challenge, especially from a young woman.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw4q38PAenp
Gandalf acted immediately. ‘Hermione!’ he shouted, his deep, authoritative voice ringing out as he moved with swift confidence. He grasped her wand arm securely, applying steady pressure with his fingers around her wrist to halt the wand’s movement before she could do anything else. Gandalf turned his attention to the man who had offended Hermione and immediately shifted his entire demeanour. He fixed Boromir with a firm stare and spoke in a sharp, unwavering tone, ‘Boromir, that was unkind!’ Gandalf declared, his voice resonating through the vaulted chamber and silencing the murmurs that had followed Hermione’s outburst.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI2djBV5IBg
Hermione stood tall, shoulders squared and chin lifted, her unshakeable resolve on display. Her fierce, unyielding eyes met Boromir’s, refusing to yield to his arrogance. ‘Women are not inferior!’ Hermione proclaimed, her voice resonating off marble pillars and vaulted ceilings, embodying centuries of unspoken defiance. A stunned hush swept over the assembly; council members who had been gesturing and whispering now froze, disbelief etched on their faces. They widened their eyes, parted their lips in shock, and fixed their gaze on Hermione—no longer treating her as an outsider, but recognising her as a formidable presence. The strength and bravery she displayed rendered everyone briefly speechless. They forgot their earlier disagreements, compelled to acknowledge the undeniable truth and authority in her words.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4rQh6PNZw2
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Gandalf began to speak, but Elrond decisively interrupted him. ‘No, Gandalf, let her speak,’ Elrond said firmly, ensuring there would be no argument. The Elven Lord fixed everyone present with a steady gaze and an unreadable expression that commanded respect. Recognising the importance of Elrond’s words, Gandalf nodded respectfully. With a patient, almost solemn gesture, he stepped aside, allowing Hermione to come forward and stand before the council. This subtle movement served as a clear sign of Elrond’s trust and a public invitation for Hermione to speak, her voice now permitted amid the calm silence and attentive gazes.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0X6TOutJaC
Hermione drew a deep, steady breath. She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, directly confronting the council members and refusing to let their recent hostility shake her confidence. ‘War is no place for anyone, but everyone is affected by it.’ Hermione fixed her determined gaze on Boromir, radiating unwavering resolve. She addressed him directly, making her words impossible to ignore. ‘Including women,’ she declared, her voice laced with personal conviction. ‘I have seen war and its effects on people,’ Hermione said, her voice echoing with both pain and determination. ‘I have seen death, destruction, and chaos firsthand, all caused by followers of a madman hungry for power,’ Hermione said, her voice weighed down by memories carved deep into her soul. Screams echoed, and the scent of smoke lingered in her words, as if each syllable conjured up the haunted ruins and shattered lives she had witnessed. Her eyes, usually bright with intelligence, now mirrored those dark days—she glimpsed deserted battlefields and the faces of friends she had lost forever.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡevq9rTRHfR
Hermione paused, briefly letting her shoulders sink as a fresh wave of grief overtook her. ‘Harry, our closest friend, and I were captured and they tortured us,’ she whispered, her voice quivering—not out of weakness, but from the effort to remain composed. A slight shiver ran through her as she remembered fear’s icy grip, the cold stone walls that imprisoned them, and the distant cries that still haunted her nightmares. Hermione’s hand trembled subtly, revealing her inner conflict, but she slowly and carefully lowered it. She covered the bandage over her arm, letting her fingers linger on the fabric as if to hide the scars etched on her skin. She paused, unsure whether she was ready to expose the full extent of her wounds to others, with the memories still vivid and her physical and emotional scars still healing beneath the surface. Yet, despite her hesitation, she demonstrated resilience; her silent suffering stood as a testament to her strength and courage in overcoming the darkness.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxvBKEO4m0i
Hermione’s voice wavered as she said, ‘We did everything we could to stop him, but in the end…’ She let her words trail into a whisper, grief and exhaustion overwhelming her. She made her suffering unmistakable; every breath silently pleaded for the council to acknowledge her pain and that of those she represented. Council members, who had previously rushed to debate or dismiss, now sat in stunned silence, moved by her raw honesty. No one dared challenge her. Her words echoed through the hall, touching every heart as the immense toll of the conflict she described became clear. The quiet that followed signalled both respect and shared mourning, as everyone recognised the heavy burden borne by those who fought and suffered against a relentless enemy.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcGJpAGkfPQ
Hermione regained her composure and lifted her chin, her eyes shining with determination despite the emotion lingering from her earlier revelations. ‘I watched my best friend sacrifice himself so we could escape and come here to aid your war,’ she declared, clenching her fists tightly as the personal cost of their journey burned in her mind. That loss stoked her anger and drove her to address Boromir sharply, ‘I will not stand here and let you call me weak just because I am a woman.’ Sparks flickered from her wand, the tiny lights swirling around her fingers. Her powerful words rippled through the air, prompting even the most experienced warriors to shift uneasily. Boromir, caught off guard, recoiled from her intense glare. Hermione met Boromir’s gaze head-on, daring him to challenge her further. She lowered her voice, ‘You do not know me, and you do not know what I am capable of.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFt7kR5n9uT
Hermione drew a heavy breath and steadied herself, her hand trembling as she deliberately put away her wand. She inhaled slowly and evenly, suppressing her emotions, which made her chest ache, with pain and anger churning just beneath the surface. Hermione tightened her jaw and pressed her lips together, showing the fierce internal struggle she fought. She kept her eyes fixed, glassy and unwavering, with tears threatening but refusing to fall. Her voice, tired yet resolute, carried the weight of her experiences as she declared, ‘Do not speak to me of war. I have seen enough of it to last a lifetime, and I could tell you stories that would haunt even you.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAvTmXoC8Rd
Draco hesitated, then slowly and uncertainly reached out, unsure whether he had the right to comfort her. He gently placed his hand on Hermione’s shoulder, letting the warmth of his palm provide a quiet anchor in the midst of her emotional storm. He kept his grip steady yet gentle, careful not to startle her, and in that gesture, he revealed a rare tenderness that went beyond his usual reserve. He offered support just long enough before he withdrew his hand, his fingers curling slightly as though reluctant to break their delicate connection. Although old rivalries, grudging respect, and uneasy companionship complicated Draco’s feelings for Hermione, her passionate words broke through his defences. He recognised his own grief and trauma in her anguish, creating a silent connection between them. In that moment, their past loyalties lost significance, and they found a shared understanding rooted in their scars. Draco expressed more meaning through his small, sincere gesture than words ever could.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIGld23oEeI
Harry furrowed his brow and bowed his head, trying to hide the tears that almost fell. Memories of his lost loved ones—his mother, father, Lupin, Sirius, and Ron—flooded his mind with relentless clarity, each name echoing with silent grief. He could almost hear their laughter, recall their warm embraces, and feel the pain of their absence as though it were a fresh wound. Grief over losing them, victims of Voldemort’s cruelty, pressed down on him with suffocating weight—a sorrow that carved out a hollow space within his chest, making every breath a struggle. Harry refused to let grief consume him; instead, he channelled it into a powerful, unwavering resolve. With every loss he remembered and every sacrifice made, he strengthened his determination, forging an unbreakable promise to defeat Sauron and restore justice, no matter the cost.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0GzKB9XPF8
Harry’s thoughts wandered as he imagined how things might have turned out if Tom Riddle had possessed the strength to resist the Ring’s corrupting influence. The chamber grew colder in his mind as he conjured a haunting vision: Riddle, not as the infamous Voldemort, but as the gifted student he once was—ambitious, curious, and on the brink of greatness. Harry saw the potential for redemption in Riddle’s dark eyes and pictured the Ring’s heavy burden failing to twist his soul. Instead of chaos and fear, Harry envisioned a world where Riddle used his brilliance for good, his talents serving to unite rather than divide. This moment of reflection deepened Harry’s grief, exposing what might have unfolded if ambition and darkness had not overtaken Riddle. The pain in Harry’s chest sharpened as he realised that even the strongest could fall, and that once greed and fear corrupted someone’s path, recovery became nearly impossible. Sorrow over lost potential and over a life that could have been spared pressed down on him, mingling hope with an overwhelming sense of hopelessness and regret.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJshphX706J
Hermione’s impactful speech clearly affected Boromir. He gradually let his proud posture unravel and slumped back into his seat. The fiery look in his eyes faded as a hint of vulnerability replaced his usual boldness. He moved his jaw silently at first, and his hands, which had been clenched in defiance, relaxed and rested on the polished wood of his chair. Boromir glanced at his fellow Men, and his usual confidence gave way to quiet, sincere humility. ‘I... apologise,’ Boromir said softly, his voice carrying genuine remorse, and, for the first time, his tone revealed shame and reflection. With a gentle signal, he invited the others to sit, the gesture no longer authoritative but now brimming with new respect for Hermione and her companions.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVTeX0JLrX3
Hermione held herself with impressive poise, nodding in acknowledgement. She kept her face calm yet determined, carrying the same strength that had silenced Boromir. She drew her shoulders back and lifted her chin, deliberately avoiding his gaze. Her eyes shone with unwavering resolve, and the firm set of her jaw revealed the remnants of her earlier passion. Even though the conflict had ended, she left a lasting impression on the meeting—her quiet dignity silently rebuked anyone who might question her value again.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkwizvLFQic
Hermione’s heartfelt words visibly moved Lord Elrond. He paused to reflect on everything she had shared. Gandalf’s reports about their journey and hardships had already made much of her account familiar to him. Rare solemnity replaced Elrond’s usual calm as he gazed at her, the lines around his eyes carved deeper with empathy and wisdom. Elrond fixed his thoughtful gaze on Hermione and her companions, openly recognising their suffering and bravery as they faced the council. In that silent moment, he offered more than hospitality—he silently acknowledged the struggles and resilience they shared.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ8RG2MGOQs
Elrond gave a nod of understanding and solemn approval, his eyes lingering warmly on Hermione and Draco as he personally welcomed them into the circle. At his silent command, a faint golden shimmer flowed along the floor, and ancient magic woven into Rivendell’s stones summoned two new seats into the council chamber. One chair slid smoothly into place between the Elves and Dwarves, its polished wood and intricate carvings displaying Elvish craftsmanship while hinting at Dwarven sturdiness. The other seat appeared beside the ruggedly handsome Ranger, its high back shaped like a ship’s prow and adorned with subtle wildflower and leaf motifs, reflecting his connection to the wild. The newly manifested seats did more than furnish the chamber; they subtly and significantly symbolised Elrond’s formal act of recognising and accepting Hermione and Draco as essential members of the council. By appearing, these seats transformed Hermione and Draco from outsiders into respected participants, signalling their inclusion in this crucial assembly.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPhoDtLaZNQ
Draco approached the seat that had appeared between the Elves and the Dwarves, moving with measured, deliberate steps as he took in his surroundings. Sitting down, Draco sensed the contrast—Elven elegance entwined with the Dwarves’ solidity. He glanced to either side, meeting the poised grace of the Elves and the proud stance of the Dwarves, both groups watching him with curiosity and caution.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS5zsMfKkV0
Hermione approached the other newly appeared seat with quiet, purposeful steps. She ran her fingers lightly over the intricate patterns on the armrest before she settled gracefully into the seat. The Ranger offered her a small, friendly smile, extending goodwill amid the tense atmosphere. Hermione returned a brief, warm smile that softened her features to acknowledge his gesture, then turned her focus back to Lord Elrond.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1EQVL2KcWi
Elrond stood and swept his serious, watchful gaze across the assembled group. For a brief moment, respectful silence filled the room, broken only by the soft creak of chairs. ‘Now we are assembled, allow me to introduce the free peoples of Middle-earth who are present for our newcomers.’ He spoke each word with deliberate power, infusing the gathering with a sense of ceremony. Everyone fixed their eyes on him, fully aware that his introduction marked the beginning of a council that could shape the future of their world.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHks1RmhSif
He first pointed to the group near Draco. ‘My brethren, the Elves…’ The Elves responded calmly to Elrond’s introduction, displaying elegance and nobility. They wore flowing robes of silver, green, and deep blue, which gleamed subtly in the torchlight and highlighted the age and artistry of their craftsmanship. Each Elf moved with quiet confidence, their actions smooth and unhurried, as if they commanded time itself. Their serene faces and bright, ancient eyes reflected the wisdom and sorrow they had accumulated over centuries. Several bowed slightly in respect, their long hair—golden, raven-black, or chestnut—catching the light with each movement. A few smiled faintly, while most maintained a solemn demeanour befitting the seriousness of the council. They infused the atmosphere around them with otherworldly elegance, setting themselves apart from the others and radiating quiet strength and hope throughout the chamber.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5gDz4lDXqN
Elrond then addressed the Dwarves, saying, ‘The Dwarves...’. At his words, the stout figures sat together immediately straightened, gripping their ornate axes with pride. In perfect unison, they raised their weapons high, making the polished metal gleam in the torchlight. They let out a powerful war-cry, which echoed off the ancient stone and reverberated through the hall with raw energy. Their deep, gravelly voices embodied the spirit of mountain caves and brotherhood, filling the chamber with fierce defiance. Some Dwarves stomped their heavy boots, making the floor shake slightly, while others swung their axes in broad arcs, daring anyone to challenge their readiness for battle. The council members flinched at the sudden intensity of this display, the air thick with the promise of iron-willed resolve. Elrond raised an eyebrow, his face revealing amused scepticism; he recognised their passion but considered their enthusiasm somewhat excessive, feeling that their war-cry’s grandeur did not match the solemnity of the occasion.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8JltPDBYlT
He then pointed to a different part of the assembly. ‘The Men of Middle-earth…’ Elrond said, gesturing toward Boromir and the Ranger sitting among the others. The men nodded in acknowledgement, highlighting the council’s diversity and significance with their presence. Boromir, tall and broad-shouldered, stood out as a proud warrior, wearing a cloak edged in silver and displaying the sigil of Gondor on his chest. Dark hair framed his face, marked by recent hardships, and his eyes reflected cautious hope. A few seats up from him, the Ranger sat relaxed yet alert, clad in weathered green and brown leathers that allowed him to blend into the surroundings. He radiated quiet strength born from experience in wild lands and long journeys, rather than from titles. With subtle but resolute nods and serious expressions, the men conveyed the weight of kingdoms and the unspoken burdens of their quests. Their presence at the council reminded everyone of humankind’s bravery and determination, standing as equals to Elves and Dwarves amidst the looming darkness.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1THEKcbAYI
Finally, Elrond addressed two notable individuals, ‘Gandalf the Grey and Frodo Baggins of the Shire,’ softening his tone as he named them. Gandalf, attired in grey and exuding humility and quiet authority, nodded in acknowledgement. Silver hair and beard framed his aged face, and his sharp eyes sparkled with wisdom and subtle amusement. Frodo sat next to Gandalf, appearing small in the grand council chamber. His curly brown hair, large blue eyes, and simple green waistcoat set him apart from the other distinguished members, yet he showed quiet bravery as he sat up straight and met Elrond’s gaze with awe and resolve. Elrond’s introduction went beyond mere formality; he welcomed Frodo with a warm smile, genuinely recognising the Hobbit’s extraordinary journey and the vital part he now played.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeSekGuKF3n
Draco briefly smirked and raised his eyebrows, letting a flicker of amusement spark in his pale blue eyes as he regarded Frodo. A mischievous curl touched his mouth, showcasing his familiar Slytherin daring. He stood upright at first, his tailored cloak sharp and projecting confidence. Gandalf then shot him a sharp, warning glare—an unmistakable display of authority that interrupted any words Draco might say. The piercing look from Gandalf made it clear that levity had no place at this solemn gathering. Draco immediately changed his expression, quickly concealing his amusement beneath an innocent look, smoothing his features into neutrality, and giving Gandalf a gentle, conciliatory smile to indicate his good intentions. Feeling confident he had avoided further reprimand, Draco leaned back, relaxed his shoulders, and crossed his arms. He sat with a detached, almost languid posture, appearing at ease, yet he continued to scan the room with sharp eyes, catching every detail of the unfolding drama.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuED6GqFoeI
Lord Elrond drew everyone’s attention as he paced thoughtfully in front of his chair. Elrond lifted his head and recited, ‘Three Rings for the Elven-Kings under the sky. Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone. Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die. One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne. In the Land of Mordor, where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, one Ring to find them, one Ring to bring them all together and in the darkness bind them. In the Land of Mordor, where the Shadows lie,’ then closed his eyes when he finished.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡilS4QTDm8c
Harry met Hermione’s gaze, both of their eyes flickering with uncertainty. Harry creased his brow and tightened his mouth, striving to understand the significance of what he had just heard. Hermione pressed her lips into a thoughtful line and sat with tense composure, instinctively searching for logic even in these unfamiliar circumstances. They exchanged an almost unconscious shrug—a slight lift of their shoulders—openly sharing their confusion and acknowledging the new, uncharted challenges before them.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRmlfNMlRWU
Meanwhile, Draco’s reaction became much more apparent. He furrowed his brow and cast a puzzled look at Elrond, doubt clouding his usually sharp eyes. He struggled to grasp the meaning and symbolism behind Elrond’s words. Draco nervously tapped his fingers on the armrest of his elaborate chair, shifting from relaxed confidence to uneasy alertness.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAhKLoQJVjI
Harry shifted his gaze to Frodo, who looked down at the Ring resting in his palm. The Ring’s golden surface gleamed faintly and dully in the torchlight, its ominous glow stark against Frodo’s small, trembling hand. The Ring radiated an unnatural heaviness, sending a subtle menace. Deep concern appeared on Harry’s face as he watched Frodo’s knuckles whiten around the Ring and his shoulders sag beneath its invisible weight, making the extraordinary burden he bore all the more obvious. For a brief moment, Harry wondered about the dark thoughts or temptations that might haunt Frodo as he grasped such a dangerous object. After a moment, Harry drew a deep breath to steady himself and fixed his attention back on Elrond.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfpDjyui7KT
Elrond opened his eyes and placed his hands behind his back, standing tall and dignified as he declared, ‘Strangers from distant lands… friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor,’ his words ringing with urgency. As he spoke, Elrond deliberately swept his gaze over the gathering, pausing on each group—he looked at the Elves with familiarity, regarded the Dwarves with respectful consideration, and met the Men’s eyes with serious understanding of their burdens.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡINQAtuNHdJ
He spoke with calm but firm authority, his voice echoing through the stone chamber as he declared, ‘Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite…’ Elrond’s stern expression deepened, lines of concern and wisdom etched into his face as he fixed his gaze first on the Dwarves—whose recent display of enthusiasm and pride in battle had shaken the hall—and then on the Elves, whose features bore the marks of age-old sorrow and elegance. ‘Or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate. This one doom…’ he finished. Elrond’s presence, the determined shine in his ancient eyes, and the almost ritual rhythm of his speech all made the need for unity unmistakable, making it clear that disaster would follow if they failed. The council members, each carrying the hopes and fears of their people, listened quietly, fully aware that the choices they made now would shape the future.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvn4kwUpZmv
Elrond fixed his attention on Frodo, his gentle yet unwavering gaze imparting quiet strength. ‘Bring forth the Ring, Frodo,’ he ordered, using a tone that combined encouragement and command. As he spoke, he reached out a slender hand toward the stone pedestal at the centre of the council chamber. Elrond moved back to his chair, keeping his gaze firmly on Frodo. 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlaU27YGciF
Frodo stepped towards the stone pedestal at the centre, his heart pounding in his chest. He paused for a moment, uncertain, and glanced at Elrond for reassurance. The Elven Lord gave a gentle nod, his calm expression silently yet firmly encouraging Frodo. Frodo drew a deep breath and summoned his courage. With trembling hands, he set the Ring on the pedestal, its dull gleam catching and almost absorbing the torchlight, which cast a faint, ominous glow across the stone. Everyone fixed their gaze on the Ring, its dark allure and power commanding their attention and filling the silent space with awe and fear. Frodo completed this solemn act and returned to his seat, stepping slowly and deliberately as though he had left a piece of himself on the pedestal. He drew a deep breath to steady himself, revealing his relief and exhaustion, while the council’s murmurs and nervous whispers grew louder.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXnoNAzZ11X
Anxiety and disbelief gripped the Council members as urgent whispers passed between them. Their voices trembled while sharp breaths and tense murmurs echoed through the chamber, showing their growing unease. Some delegates leaned in, pale-faced and brows furrowed, determined to understand the extraordinary sight before them. Several fixed their cautious, wide-eyed glances on the Ring, struggling to reconcile the legendary tales with the reality on the pedestal. 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxjbLgZvoCF
Boromir cried out in shock, ‘So, it is true!’ his eyes were wide as he stared at the Ring. For a moment, he remained frozen, unable to tear his gaze from the object now illuminated in the spotlight. He clenched his hands at his sides, knuckles whitening as he tried to comprehend the enormity of what lay before him.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlUV59ctj2I
The blonde Elf, still shaken from his earlier altercation with Hermione and Draco, shifted in his seat, clenching his jaw and gripping his armrests so tightly that his knuckles whitened. Sweat glistened on his brow, betraying the turmoil that churned beneath his outward composure. His silver-blue eyes, usually steady, now flickered between fear and outrage as he fixed them on the object shimmering on the stone pedestal. For a moment, he could not find his voice, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. At last, unable to contain his fear, he sprang to his feet, tense. ‘Sauron’s Ring! The Ring of Power!’ he exclaimed, his voice cracking with disbelief.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa3Z8gmP8VP
The Dwarf raised his axe once more, his face set in a grim expression. He deeply furrowed his thick brows in a scowl of unease, gripping the axe tightly in his calloused hands. His grip trembled ever so slightly, betraying the inner struggle between courage and fear. He fixed his gaze on the Ring, fear and resignation in his eyes; the usual defiance and pride were replaced by a haunted awareness of the shadow looming over everyone. With tense shoulders and a stiff posture, he stood rigid, muscles taut as if he were preparing to face an unseen threat. In a heavy voice, he declared, ‘The doom of man!’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVX3wRxsMqD
Hermione furrowed her brow as a disturbing humming noise began to fill her ears. The deep and persistent sound vibrated with a strange resonance, almost alien in its intensity. The noise crept into her awareness and grew stronger until she could no longer ignore it. She looked around the council chamber and immediately noticed she was not alone; several Council members appeared affected. Distant expressions overtook their faces, as if they fell into a trance, with blank eyes hinting at an internal struggle against the haunting sound. A few leaned forward involuntarily, their mouths slightly open, seemingly driven by an unseen force. Fixing their gaze on the Ring at the centre of the pedestal, they grew mesmerised, and the room became tenser while the humming persisted.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ61md6U9Q80
Hermione studied the Ranger sitting beside her. He clenched his jaw and moved his hands restlessly in his lap as he watched Frodo. Anxiety and alertness marked his rugged face. He kept his body stiff and his shoulders raised, bracing himself for whatever might happen next.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ69aJ26qW9V
The Elf across the room, usually composed, now showed clear signs of distress. He sat stiff and rigid, tightly clenching the armrests with his elegant fingers. He fixed his bright, alert eyes on the Ring, revealing fear, disgust, and an unwilling fascination. Strain etched his face, and he pressed his lips into a thin line, clearly fighting to contain a surge of emotion. Hermione’s eyes met his in the dim room, and for a tense moment, she glimpsed vulnerability beneath his typically impassive exterior. After a pause, the Elf narrowed his eyes at her, his cold, unreadable stare locking onto hers before he looked away. Uncertainty swept over Hermione. She wondered whether his coldness stemmed from their earlier confrontation or from her defiance and refusal to be cowed by his initial hostility. The ambiguity of his response left her uneasy and in a state of thought.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4U01K5ZLMi
Hermione shook off her doubts and focused on the nearby group of Dwarves. She observed their rough, knotted fists gripping axe handles and noted how their heavy brows, shadowing their faces, revealed open hostility. The Dwarves glared at the Ring, suspicion and old resentment burning in their eyes, their steely determination unmistakable. Each look they cast at the golden band conveyed ancestral pride and bitter memories, as if the sight reopened wounds that refused to heal.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUWplqCdyhD
Boromir fixed his uncertain gaze on the Council. Doubt and a near-desperate hope flashed in his eyes as the murmurs faded into an expectant hush. He slowly stood and advanced towards the Ring, moving purposefully as if an unseen force propelled him. His footsteps echoed softly across the ancient stone floor. He spoke quietly, his voice trembling as he said, ‘In a dream…’ He swallowed hard, pausing as a shadow enveloped him while he stood still, then he returned his eyes to the Ring. ‘I saw the eastern sky grow dark, but in the West, a pale light lingered. A voice was crying: “Your doom is near at hand. Isildur’s Bane is found.”’ His words carried a raw vulnerability, marking his soul with a warning from the dream. Captivated by the Ring, Boromir paused, his whole body tense—shoulders tight and his hand slightly trembling at his side. Concern shadowed Elrond and Gandalf’s faces as they exchanged worried glances. They both sensed the danger as Boromir reached for the Ring, and suspense seemed to freeze the moment. Fixing his wide, steady eyes on the Ring, he softly whispered, ‘Isildur’s Bane…’ Boromir pressed his finger gently to the surface of the Ring, a profoundly felt moment that gripped everyone present. Some council members recoiled, while others leaned forward—captivated and horrified—sensing imminent danger. Boromir’s hesitant, tender touch actively embodied temptation.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPXnR8foQju
Elrond called sharply, ‘Boromir!’ and he quickly rose from his seat. His usually calm face now appeared stern. Boromir halted mid-step, his hand hovering just inches from the Ring.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrM0fRTGgbU
Gandalf sprang to his feet, his eyes blazing with barely restrained fury and his face tight with emotion. He drew his cloak around himself, stood tall, and began to chant in an unfamiliar language, his voice quivering with authority and mounting anger. As he chanted, a cold wave swept through the chamber, and the torches’ gentle golden light flickered as shadows stretched along the ancient stone walls. Outside, the world darkened rapidly, clouds boiled and swirled, as if the sky itself recoiled from the black words echoing through Rivendell. The Ring, positioned at the centre of the council, responded as if some ancient and terrible summons had roused it. Malicious light shimmered from its surface, rippling and making the dark script carved into the gold flicker, throwing an eerie glow across the nearby faces. The golden band began to emit a deep, threatening hum that vibrated through the pedestal and floor, filling the chamber with an ever-increasing sense of dread and menace. Gandalf’s voice grew louder as he intoned, ‘Ash nazg durbatulûk…’ Thunder rumbled above, and the ancient stones seemed to tremble beneath the power of the Black Speech. The words echoed around the chamber, each syllable striking at the hope of everyone present.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBLgBIh43QQ
Boromir staggered backwards from the Ring, sweat clammy on his skin and pure terror twisting his face. He tried to shield himself from the corrupting force radiating from the artefact, his bravery wavering before its dark power as his hands trembled. The Dwarves gripped their axes tightly, knuckles white and muscles tense, and exchanged anxious glances in readiness for an unseen threat. Fear and awe filled the room, holding the council captive as Gandalf’s sinister incantation unleashed a tangible dark energy that thickened the shadowy air with danger.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2pXHFvmEaS
Gandalf stepped forward, his expression grim and his eyes burning with a fierce, sombre glow. He whispered, ‘Ash nazg gimbatul...’ His deep, resonant voice sent each syllable ringing through the vaulted chamber like a tolling death knell. The strange, guttural words thickened the air, cast a shadow over the flickering torchlight, and made the ancient stones feel colder. Elrond, sitting nearby, put a hand to his forehead and furrowed his brows in evident discomfort and strain—his usually composed face troubled by the Black Speech. A faint tremor shook him, revealing how deeply Gandalf’s chant stirred darkness within him. The chamber’s atmosphere tightened and grew more oppressive as each word of the incantation drew out a darker, more palpable shadow from the Ring. The golden band pulsed faintly, slick with a sickly, baleful light, and a chill crept through the council, causing everyone to shiver and tremble as Sauron’s evil tongue echoed, amplifying the danger at the heart of the gathering.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7WH7PkZd9F
Boromir retreated, sinking into his chair and collapsing heavily as he shielded his head, defending himself from unseen dangers. He drew short, ragged breaths and shut his eyes tightly to block out the invisible menace swirling around him. The ground beneath the council quaked, sending disturbing vibrations through the ancient flagstones and shaking goblets and parchments on tables. Rivendell’s very foundation appeared to protest the evil that the Ring had unleashed. The subtle but persistent tremor heightened the assembly’s growing fear, making every heartbeat race with primal dread. All around, chairs scraped, weapons clinked, and the council members’ faces paled as the dark power emanating from the chamber’s centre challenged their determination.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSvGqF5feXU
Hermione nervously glanced around, unsettled by the ominous scene unfolding before her. Echoes of the Black Speech hung heavy in the chamber’s air, and flickering shadows cast fear onto every strained face. She fixed her gaze on the Elf who had earlier displayed hostility; now, he had lost all boldness. He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to shut out the malice embedded in the ancient stones, his face contorted with pain and deepened lines from Gandalf’s incantation. A slight tremor shook his slender frame as he gripped the chair arms so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He clenched his jaw, fighting the torment brought on by the dark words, his pointed ears twitching at every guttural syllable still echoing around them. The torchlight glistened on the sweat beading his brow, and his shallow, uneven breaths gave away the emotional toll the spell exacted. Hermione, witnessing his suffering, felt both empathy and unease—a stark reminder that even the oldest and proudest among them could fall prey to the Ring’s corrupting and fearsome power.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4a1bROOaaS
Gandalf hissed his final words: ‘Ash nazg thrakatulûk… Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.’ His voice, barely more than a whisper like that of a serpent, coiled around the ancient stones, and the Black Speech lingered in the vaulted chamber like a toxic fog. As he released the last syllable, an unseen force shook the air itself. Then, the oppressive atmosphere suddenly lifted as if a dark spell had broken; the biting cold vanished, the heavy pressure in the chamber lessened, and the distant thunder above softened to a murmur. The torches flickered and cast a calmer, warmer glow, while the shadows retreated to their corners, dissolving their threatening presence. However, even as calm returned, the assembly bore deep scars from what had just happened. Fear clung to their faces—Boromir hunched and pale, still trembling with wide, haunted eyes and shallow breaths. The Elves, usually calm and regal, revealed profound disturbance; dark memories awakened in their eyes, and lingering fear tightened their features. The echoes of the Black Speech remained embedded in the stones themselves, leaving a dark stain on Rivendell’s sanctity that would not soon fade.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmixygviNCy
After a tense pause, Elrond faced Gandalf directly. He fixed him with a serious expression and allowed annoyance to sharpen his voice as he declared, ‘Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris.’ Elrond narrowed his eyes and gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, his hands betraying the inner turmoil Gandalf’s incantation had caused. The company around him felt the force of his words; some Elves bowed their heads in solemn respect, while the Dwarves exchanged uncertain glances between Gandalf and Elrond, keenly aware of the breach in Imladris’ peace. Elrond regarded Gandalf with anger and sadness, feeling the dignity and history of Rivendell threatened by the evil invoked in its heart.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3rLcrZijQD
Gandalf returned Elrond’s serious gaze as he sat down, his movements betraying visible tiredness. Addressing the Council with authority, he spoke in a firm and commanding tone, drawing on his experience of the world’s darkest places, ‘I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West!’ Urgency and frustration tinged his words, stressing the seriousness of their situation as he shifted his gaze from Elrond to the others. With a purposeful gesture, he pointed at the Ring in the centre of the chamber, his long fingers almost accusatory, reflecting a cold, evil light. ‘The Ring is altogether evil!’ he roared, his voice echoing through the stone walls.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiQVW6Amx5S
Boromir stepped forward, his voice filled with conviction, and proclaimed, ‘It is a gift… a gift to the foes of Mordor!’ He squared his shoulders and fixed his passionate eyes on the council, briefly commanding their attention and resolve—a sharp contrast to the lingering fear Gandalf’s spell had caused.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡADGj5fgVJQ
Draco fixed his gaze on Boromir. He furrowed his brows and pressed his lips into a frown, staring directly at the proud warrior and trying to comprehend Boromir’s reasoning. ‘How did you figure that out?’ Draco asked, his blunt voice breaking the tense silence. He tilted his head, narrowed his eyes, and scanned the council, searching for anyone who shared his scepticism. ‘Gandalf just called it evil, and you think it’s a gift? I don’t see how those ideas can coexist,’ Draco continued, shrugging in disbelief. His relaxed gestures carried a hint of frustration as he looked at Boromir, clearly expecting a convincing explanation. Several members joined Draco in his scepticism, tensing with anxiety and disbelief, as if they found the notion of using the Ring as a weapon wholly irrational.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhpjImyX7up
Boromir scraped his chair against the stone and squared his shoulders. He lifted his chin and faced the delegates with unwavering determination. Striding purposefully past the members, he let his boots echo on the ancient floor, every step radiating urgency and resolve. He scanned the room, searching the shadowed, uncertain faces for potential allies. Boromir asked, ‘But why not use this Ring against them?’ He spoke with a steady and clear voice. His eyes sparkled with resolve as he added, ‘Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay…’ The pride and sorrow of Gondor’s sacrifices were evident in his tone, each word heavy with memories of battles fought and lives lost to defend lands now shadowed by darkness. Boromir stood even taller, his fists clenched tightly at his sides and his brow furrowed with intensity. ‘By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe,’ he stated, combining accusation with a plea.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuZnllLQDTU
Boromir’s voice filled the chamber with passionate urgency as he declared, ‘Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy! Let us use it against him!’ Fierce hope burned in Boromir’s eyes, and for a moment, he dominated the assembly, his vision of victory nearly palpable. However, his proposal prompted the Council members to exchange worried whispers; concern and doubt marked their faces.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkSNNQWte6D
Harry fixed Boromir with a serious look, his green eyes unwavering as he spoke with calm confidence, belying his youth, ‘What good would that do, though? The only thing I’ve seen the Ring do is corrupt those it touches. Instead of using it for good, which I believe you would try to do, you might end up causing harm unintentionally,’ he said, his tone sincere yet laced with sadness. The council fixed their attention wholly on Harry as he spoke. His words swept through the assembly, silencing murmurs and drawing thoughtful, uneasy glances from both Elves and Dwarves. Gandalf, seated nearby, watched Harry with a subtle, approving smile. He rested his hand lightly on the armrest of his chair, relaxing as Harry’s clarity and moral conviction reassured him. In contrast, Boromir’s frown deepened, the lines on his face growing more pronounced. He clenched his jaw and shifted uncomfortably, visibly unsettled by Harry’s doubts and the stark truth his words exposed.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX0CEA8CH1m
Harry stood and moved with calm, deliberate steps, instantly drawing everyone’s attention. The quiet grew deeper as all eyes focused on him while he walked towards the stone pedestal that held the Ring. When Harry reached for the Ring, the council held their breath, bracing themselves for any sign of danger. Yet, to their surprise, he grasped the Ring and lifted it without harm, its cold weight pressing into his palm with an almost sinister presence. He examined the ancient artefact, which gleamed menacingly. He lifted the Ring for all to see, his emerald eyes reflecting the severity of the situation, and his brow furrowed in concern. ‘If we could use this Ring, would you genuinely be willing to risk betraying everything you hold dear?’ he asked, his voice calm yet tinged with worry. Harry fixed his eyes on the Ring’s surface with a frown shadowing his face as he carefully laid it down again. He traced a finger along its edge, searching for some hidden truth. Suddenly, memories of Gandalf’s story about Voldemort at King’s Cross Station surfaced—unexpected and stirring a fresh wave of emotion. He pictured a man, once gentle and kind, now corrupted and twisted, and the image haunted his mind. His breath caught; he briefly closed his eyes, sadness tightening the tense silence. He shook his head, weary, letting his posture slump while his hand hovered above the Ring, grief and suspicion warring within him.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW4H5EhlO0G
Boromir hesitated to heed Harry’s warning as he passionately pressed his case, ‘There’s still a chance that using it could help us succeed,’ he insisted, letting desperation tremble in his voice as he tried to sway Harry and the others. His tone grew more urgent, each word tinged with the longing of a man who had witnessed too much loss and desperately craved victory. Boromir’s hands shook slightly as he pointed to the Ring, conviction and anxiety battling across his face. He stood resolute, but the vulnerable heart of a leader—one who feared for his people—beat beneath his stance, clinging to hope that the Ring’s power might save Gondor.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSQKetLQx6g
Hermione frowned as she looked around at the Council members. Her eyes, usually bright, displayed determined resolve and serious worry as she declared firmly, ‘But the risk is too great,’ using a steady, deliberate tone that carried a hint of underlying fear. She shook her head slowly and surveyed the delegates, searching for understanding in their tense, uncertain faces. ‘You could end up destroying everything.’ The gentle tone she used amplified the dangerous potential of the Ring and expressed her sincere plea for restraint as Boromir’s desperation mounted.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0pGVUZ9zKH
Hermione’s caution unsettled Boromir, and he frowned at her. He tightened his jaw in stubborn resistance and furrowed his brows, frustration simmering inside him. He prepared to defend himself and his desperate hope for Gondor, his breath quickening as he opened his mouth to respond.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH7y5U13b5E
The Ranger beside Hermione stepped forward and silenced Boromir’s attempt to speak. ‘You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone… it has no other master,’ he declared, shaking his head slowly as he fixed Boromir with a steady, serious look—his blue eyes filled with determination, shaped by years of surviving dangerous, wild lands.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVLFHOvYrhr
Boromir shifted his eyes to the Ranger, his face tightening with scepticism and hidden irritation. Calm but dismissive, he questioned, ‘And what would a Ranger know of this matter?’ He kept his stare firm, letting barely hidden disdain fill his gaze as he examined the Ranger’s worn and travel-stained appearance. The contempt in his eyes made it clear he did not value the Ranger’s opinion in the crucial debate over the Ring’s fate.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSfDa8mGziZ
The Ranger maintained a stoic determination as he faced Boromir’s bold challenge. He met Boromir’s scorn with quiet, steady confidence, keeping his blue eyes calm and unwavering. He kept his jaw relaxed, showing only steady self-control, gained from experience with far more serious matters than simple disputes, and never displayed agitation or anger. 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcY3nKad0Tq
Boromir looked at the Ranger with evident disdain, let out a soft huff, and flicked his hand dismissively before turning away. He moved stiffly and abruptly, his shoulders set with frustration and pride. Avoiding the Ranger’s steady gaze, he clenched his jaw, his contempt obvious as he stepped back from the Ranger’s quiet strength.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd0aP3TJ65Z
The blonde Elf rose gracefully, fixing Boromir with a steady gaze. ‘This is no mere Ranger,’ he said, his voice swelling with pride and warning. Boromir recoiled slightly, surprised by the Elf’s sudden intervention, his eyebrows raised in shock at the force of the statement. As the Elf’s expression grew more serious and his eyes burned with passion, he added, ‘He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEYgrBTFJ19
Boromir stared at Aragorn in quiet shock, widening his eyes as anxiety flickered across his usually confident face. He nervously asked, ‘Aragorn? This is Isildur’s heir?’ with his voice trembling and vulnerability clear. The revelation weighed on him, draining the colour from his face and shattering his composure. For a moment, uncertainty replaced his certainty as he regarded Aragorn with newfound apprehension. The knowledge that the modest Ranger beside him descended from the legendary line of kings visibly unsettled Boromir, who tensed, struggling with the unexpected truth. The revelation disturbed him, sparking doubt where confidence once stood.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfAtZPHvY7W
The Elf maintained steady eye contact and held himself with dignity and resolve. His voice rang with conviction and pride as he declared, ‘And heir to the throne of Gondor.’ He pronounced every word clearly, making sure everyone present understood the significance of Aragorn’s lineage.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgcBQqqxTzY
Aragorn offered the Elf a gentle, reassuring smile and nodded softly towards him, his gestures calm and filled with quiet authority. Shaking his head slightly, Aragorn spoke in Elvish, his voice flowing with the gentle rhythm of ancient wisdom. ‘Havo dad, Legolas,’ he said—his words warm, yet carrying an unspoken plea for peace. (A/N: Sindarin Translation: ‘Sit down, Legolas,’)48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡom9YKuFD5u
Hermione listened closely, her sharp perception and sensitivity to linguistic nuances allowing her to catch every detail of the brief exchange. She immediately identified the Elf’s name as “Legolas” from Aragorn’s words, mentally noting it as she always did. Legolas met Aragorn’s gaze, and a flash of gratitude softened his expression. He settled gracefully into his chair, moving with effortless elegance. Choosing to uphold his dignity, Legolas deliberately avoided looking at Boromir, whose hostile eyes lingered.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOFUU7A6dyx
Boromir’s eyes shone with wounded pride and old resentment as he declared, his voice sharp with disdain, ‘Gondor has no King,’ piercing the silence and sending his words bouncing off the stone walls with fierce intensity. He ignored the Elf’s passionate defence of Aragorn and fixed the room with an intense and unyielding stare, daring anyone to question his belief. Scowling at Aragorn, he declared, ‘Gondor needs no King.’ He sat back stiffly and defiantly, crossing his arms as a barrier between himself and the others, making it clear that he rejected not only Aragorn’s claim but also the very hope of a king’s return.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnEqzANDGUp
A tense silence followed the confrontation, but Gandalf broke it with a tired sigh that echoed through the vaulted chamber and drew everyone’s attention. He leaned forward and rested on his well-worn staff as he slowly scanned each Council member—fixing his gaze on Boromir’s clenched jaw, Legolas’s proud stance, and Aragorn’s calm expression. Gandalf began softly, ‘There is darkness inside us all,’ speaking with a quiet yet assertive voice. He issued his words as a warning and an expression of compassion. ‘Most have the strength to resist it, but some are overwhelmed until only evil remains.’ As he spoke, he furrowed his brows, his expression intensifying to highlight the danger lurking in the hearts of Men, Dwarves, and Elves. He gestured subtly towards the Ring, which sat coldly at the centre of the chamber. ‘This is the very essence of what the Ring does to people. It is evil, and Aragorn is right. We cannot use it,’ Gandalf declared decisively, letting his words echo with finality.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU2S2ViqacP
Draco sighed and slumped into his chair, defeat clear in his posture. He quietly confessed, ‘I really don’t want to do this anymore,’ his voice barely above a whisper. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips into a thin line, determined to block out the tense voices and oppressive atmosphere of the Council chamber. For a moment, he completely detached himself from his surroundings, making his posture small and withdrawn, while he clenched his hands tightly in his lap as if bracing for an unavoidable storm.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9nPObxY0Iy
Hermione locked eyes with Draco, her brown eyes gleaming with determination. She tightly clasped her hands in front of her. ‘You’re here for a reason, Malfoy,’ she said, and her serious tone made Draco look up at her, and he met her gaze with a hint of apprehension as his guarded mask softened for a moment. Hermione relaxed her expression and said, her voice soothing, ‘And a time will come when you’ll see that coming here was the right choice.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ03Mvb6VYzG
Draco frowned and stared at the ground, weighing Hermione’s words. ‘Perhaps,’ he said softly, crossing his arms defensively over his chest.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg57yY5Sdxq
Lord Elrond’s lips twitched briefly as he watched the exchange, allowing a fleeting hint of emotion to cross his face before he regained his composure. He moved his gaze calmly and piercingly from face to face, noting the underlying tensions and silent worries etched into each individual. After a moment, Elrond kept his eyes fixed on the Ring at the centre of the chamber—a small yet formidable object. After a moment of silence, he confidently lifted his chin and spoke with calm yet firm words, ‘You have only one choice.’ Elrond fixed his steady, luminous gaze on the assembly. He deliberately paused and then swept his gaze around the chamber. With a voice as clear and unwavering as a bell, he declared, ‘The Ring must be destroyed.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGPcvOAOQvp
Boromir furrowed his brow in clear disapproval as Elrond’s statement sank in and crossed his arms defensively. He tightened his jaw, pressed his lips into a thin line, and allowed his gaze to darken with bitter frustration. Shifting uncomfortably, he hunched his shoulders as if bracing for an unwelcome fate, his proud stance resisting a decision beyond his control.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqSVSqy4XOG
Frodo narrowed his eyes at the Ring, glaring with unmistakeable contempt. He gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, tensing his body and withdrawing into himself. An unending, insistent hum filled his ears and intensified until it drowned out every other sound in the room. The noise pressed against him, acting as a sinister reminder of the Ring’s seductive allure and the heavy burden he carried. Revulsion and fear flashed across Frodo’s face as he stared at the cold, gleaming golden band, which seemed to promise nothing but destruction. The world shrank around him, and he fought against the overwhelming influence of the Ring in his mind as the voices of the council faded away.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoiYt4ehmbz
Unable to contain his impatience, Gimli abruptly stood up, his boots scraping loudly against the stone floor. He stiffened his broad shoulders and let his eyes flash with daring resolve as he seized his axe. ‘Then, what are we waiting for?’ he shouted, startling several council members out of their anxious thoughts. His fiery defiance showed as he boldly advanced, ignoring the alarmed shouts that followed behind him. He drew his arm back and, with all the strength and pride of a Dwarf, slammed his axe down onto the Ring resting on the pedestal. The impact produced a loud, unnatural clang that rang through the ancient stone walls as metal struck gold. Suddenly, a sharp, loud crack split the silence: the axe-head shattered into jagged fragments, sending metal splinters flying. The force of the recoil sent Gimli stumbling backwards; the immense resistance of the Ring overpowered mortal craftsmanship. He crashed heavily to the ground, arms flailing, with the breath knocked out of him. As he lay among the wreckage of his broken weapon, silence fell once more—broken only by the faint, seemingly mocking hum of the Ring, left completely unharmed amid the ruins.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Fa4xPe9IF
Gimli stared in astonishment at the intact Ring, its surface unscathed despite his forceful assault. The fragments of his broken axe sparkled on the pedestal and scattered across the floor, starkly reminding everyone of the Ring’s unnatural durability. Disbelief and frustration twisted the Dwarf’s features as the echoes of his failed attack faded into uneasy silence. His companions quickly rushed to help him up, concern and apprehension etched on their faces as they frequently glanced back at the Ring that had so easily withstood Gimli’s strike. Boromir reached out his arm to assist Gimli, while Legolas and Aragorn exchanged tense, knowing looks.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDTeH1vpXA0
Pain twisted Frodo’s face as the fiery image of the Eye scorched his mind, burning behind his eyelids. He struggled to breathe, nausea and fear overwhelming him. He slumped forward and gripped his forehead with trembling fingers. The golden Ring pulsed in time with the pain in his skull, its sinister call intensifying. Gandalf noticed Frodo’s distress and watched him closely, his blue eyes narrowing in worry. He quietly moved to Frodo’s side and placed a reassuring hand on the Hobbit’s shoulder, silently offering comfort amid the rising tension.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfJIL78l3pd
Elrond raised an eyebrow as silence gripped the chamber following Gimli’s failed attempt to destroy the Ring. With a solemn shake of his head, he addressed the Council. ‘The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any craft that we here possess,’ he said, his voice ringing out clearly through the vaulted chamber. Everyone focused their attention on him—some eyes wide with disbelief, others clouded with concern—as anxiety rippled through the crowd. Elrond maintained a grave and steady tone, ‘The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade.’ Elrond stood with regal confidence, searching every face for signs of strength, courage, and resolve. ‘One of you must do this,’ he declared, his voice carrying a silent challenge and a sense of destiny.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxcsHfR31fw
Draco broke the heavy silence. ‘Get Potter to do it. He loves getting himself in and out of danger,’ Draco said pointedly, directing his words at Elrond. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, projecting a relaxed attitude that contrasted with the sharpness of his words.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡghAP5A6gnR
Harry sat across the room and immediately tensed, clenching his jaw as irritation flashed in his emerald eyes. He shot Draco a sharp glare, making it clear he found Draco’s attempt to give him the dangerous task unimpressive—their quick exchange of looks exposed layers of old rivalry and lingering hostility. Harry kept his gaze locked on Draco’s smirk, coolly defying him.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ91IJmcJv5r
Boromir rubbed his tired brow, concern marking his face, as he looked towards Elrond, searching for wisdom but finding only his own resignation reflected there. ‘One does not simply walk into Mordor,’ he said deliberately, each word burdened with bitter experience and fear. ‘Its Black Gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is an evil there that never sleeps; the Great Eye is ever watchful, missing nothing that transpires within its borders.’ His words conjured vivid images for the council—black walls, iron-bound and foreboding, lined with spikes and guarded by vigilant sentinels. Boromir painted a terrifying picture of the perilous road ahead; worry darkened his face as he added, ‘Mordor is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash, and dust. Even the very air you breathe is a poisonous fume.’ He gestured helplessly, clearly grasping the magnitude of the threat. He shook his head as he concluded, ‘Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnUlyB6tQi7
Legolas sprang to his feet, his anger clearly visible as he fixed a sharp glare on Boromir. He clenched his jaw, his bright sapphire eyes blazing with fury and disappointment, never wavering from Boromir as he asked, ‘Have you heard nothing of what Lord Elrond has said?’ He thrust his arm towards the centre of the room with undeniable authority, commanding everyone’s attention to the Ring, which rested pristine and menacing on its pedestal. ‘The Ring must be destroyed!’ Legolas proclaimed, his voice ringing out firm and clear, every word charged with urgency and conviction. His frustration, aimed chiefly at Boromir, showed how deeply Boromir’s hesitation and doubts had pushed the Elf to his breaking point.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWM1DZ1Cout
Surprise flickered across Hermione’s face as she watched the exchange, her eyebrows knitting while she observed the storm of emotions on Legolas’s features. His intense anger and rare bitterness towards Boromir deeply unsettled her, completely catching her off guard. She instinctively leaned back a little, keeping her distance from the Elf. The coldness in his manner suggested to her that he cared little for her presence—an idea that stung, considering he didn’t know her, yet he seemed to hate her. 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8PPoJBHxrV
As uneasy thoughts raced through her mind, she noticed Legolas shift his gaze to her. For a moment, the world faded as his ethereal beauty mesmerised her. The light highlighted the elegant contours of his face: high, sharp cheekbones, a graceful yet defined jawline, lips pressed in restraint, and his remarkable sapphire eyes—clear and piercing, as if carved from the heart of a frozen river. His look carried an ancient, magnetic quality —a quiet power that drew her in even as it made her cautious. Hermione’s breath caught, and her heart pounded as she struggled to look away without betraying her fascination or emotion. After a tense pause, she managed to avert her gaze, cheeks flushing, determined not to lose herself in his captivating stare.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXq62JRkGDm
Gimli, his sturdy form brimming with anger, and red crept into his cheeks beneath his wild beard as he looked at Legolas. ‘And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it!’ Gimli yelled, his voice ringing out loudly and slicing through the tense quiet like a war horn. He clenched his fists at his sides, knuckles pale against the rough fabric of his tunic, while a fierce light blazed in his dark eyes—wounded pride and suspicion, forged by years of distrust between Elves and Dwarves.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfT42J331qQ
Legolas stood tall and unwavering, fixing his sharp gaze on Boromir before turning to Gimli. He moved with elegant precision, but irritation tinged every gesture as he faced the Dwarf, holding himself stiff and noble. His piercing sapphire eyes narrowed, and the torchlight cast sharp shadows across his flawless features, intensifying the cold fierceness in his stare.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9NKmCsDl75
Boromir sprang to his feet, his frustration and urgency making his posture rigid. Agitation replaced the Captain’s usual calm dignity; he clenched his fists at his sides and furrowed his brows. He drew a sharp breath, tightened his jaw, and spoke to command attention. ‘And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?’ he demanded, his voice filling the vast chamber and echoing off ancient stone pillars, momentarily silencing the murmurs. Yet, the council met Boromir’s call for caution and reason with stubborn silence. Legolas, still visibly angry, held his ground—he kept his piercing blue eyes fixed on Gimli. The cold anger on his face, with jaw clenched and eyes narrowed, revealed his refusal to acknowledge Boromir’s outburst.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPF0MPztGkX
Gimli sprang to his feet, his small stature amplifying his boldness as he advanced to confront Legolas, who towered above him. His boots struck the stone floor with heavy thuds as he squared his shoulders and glared defiantly up at the Elf. Bristling his wild beard and flushing deeper in the face, Gimli’s frustration grew. He shouted, his voice echoing through the chamber like a hammer on an anvil, ‘I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!’ He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, his thick fingers curling until his knuckles turned white. His fierce declaration immediately provoked a heated debate among the nearby Elves and Dwarves; Elves sat taller, shooting icy glances at Dwarves, while several Dwarves muttered angrily, gripping their axes and shifting with agitation.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn8cDpLYEye
Legolas quickly raised his arm, signalling the other Elves to hold back and avoid retaliating against the Dwarves as he observed the rising tensions. His subtle yet commanding movement—with long, graceful fingers held firm—silently urged his people to show discipline. The Elves, who had tensed and moved their hands towards their swords as voices grew louder, immediately responded to his silent signal. Their eyes flickered with restrained anger, but they resettled into their seats. Rather than engaging directly in the argument, Legolas used his intervention to prevent imminent violence between the two ancient enemies. Throughout the dispute, he maintained a calm, composed demeanour. The cold calmness of his expression revealed profound self-control, honed by centuries of diplomacy and conflict.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtUnUXHf4Tw
Several Men in the chamber stood up amidst the turmoil and shouted, escalating the conflict. Loud voices and serious accusations filled the room. Heated arguments and clashing tempers dominated the air, with anger and frustration clearly visible on every man’s flushed face. Men waved their hands wildly—some pointed accusatorily, while others raised their hands in desperate attempts to be heard above the noise. The stone walls amplified every word and shout, echoing them back to emphasise the deep divisions that threatened their fragile alliance. Some Men huddled in small, fractious groups, their voices merging into a chorus of outrage; others stood alone, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, in silent condemnation.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡasZcTGjXRp
Gimli shouted above the chaos, hurling his words like an axe, ‘Never trust an Elf!’ Gimli’s eyes blazed with defiance; he squared his shoulders, and his beard bristled. Legolas stiffened in response, tightened his graceful posture, and slowly turned to face the Dwarf. He narrowed his sapphire eyes to icy slits and pressed his lips into a thin, unmoving line, and his features revealed disdain and wounded pride. Legolas fixed Gimli with a challenging stare, daring him to retract his words or face the consequences.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPKkutiNNka
Gandalf shook his head in visible annoyance and rose, anger etched across his face. Deep lines, shaped by years of worry and responsibility, stood out around his eyes. The clashing voices and flaring tempers in the chamber only fuelled the storm raging within him. Frodo watched him, catching the fierce gleam in Gandalf’s eyes and the tight clench of his jaw, evident signs of his mounting frustration. Gandalf hardened his gaze and spoke sharply, raising his voice above the chaos. ‘Do you not understand?’ he thundered, making his frustration clear, his usual calm replaced by a tone edged with desperation as he stressed the seriousness of the situation, ‘While we bicker amongst ourselves, Sauron’s power grows! No one will escape it. You will all be destroyed, with your homes burned and your families put to the sword!’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx7rkE3wTvi
Hermione pressed her fingers to her temples and furrowed her brow as the uproar in the chamber battered her senses. Angry faces contorted, fists clenched so tightly that knuckles whitened, and hands pointed accusingly across the chamber. Voices hurled shouted accusations and heated retorts, echoing off the ancient stone walls and creating a deafening cacophony from every direction. The confrontation’s intensity dazzled her; the council, which she was told stood as a symbol of wisdom and unity, now behaved more like quarrelsome children than Middle-earth’s greatest leaders. Overwhelmed, she questioned how reasoning could survive in such pandemonium. She murmured, almost to herself, ‘Why can’t they just talk? Do they really have to shout?’ 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXMhqEhzEMK
Aragorn caught her remark and replied with a knowing chuckle, making Hermione look over at him in surprise. Aragorn gave Hermione a wry smile, softening his usually stern face. He leaned in slightly and lowered his voice to be heard over the noise. ‘Such is the way of the Council,’ he said, infusing his words with dry humour. He let his blue eyes, sharpened by years of battle and diplomacy, move over the arguing council members, revealing frustration and reluctant fondness. ‘They believe shouting will get their point across.’ Aragorn shook his head in tired resignation at the chaos.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTfERyQkk28
Hermione smiled ruefully, curling her lips with amusement, and said, ‘It’s really childish.’ She spoke in a tone that was tired yet light-hearted, as if she could hardly believe how immature the esteemed leaders behaved. She darted her eyes across the chamber, watching grown men and ancient beings argue like children—tempers flared, voices rose, and reason slipped away amid the chaos. 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM41XCewlUy
Hermione’s expression and honest remark brought forth another chuckle from Aragorn. He appreciated her candid view of the Council’s behaviour. His laughter reflected their mutual understanding as they sat together, united by their amused perspective on the unruly assembly.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTZ0eEWirLs
A calm yet firm voice abruptly interrupted the chamber’s noise. ‘I will take it,’ declared a small voice from across the room. Hermione turned her gaze towards the speaker and saw Harry standing anxiously beside Frodo, his hand resting supportively on the Hobbit’s shoulder. Amid the turmoil, Frodo gathered his courage, straightened his back and, trembling with resolve, took a deep breath. Determination replaced his usual gentle and reserved expression. The debate quietened as the leaders of the Elves, Dwarves, and Men nearest to Frodo fixed their gazes on him, surprise and awe etched across their faces. Once a quiet bystander, Frodo now stood at the very centre, his bravery shining through the uncertainty. Frodo spoke again, this time with greater confidence and volume. ‘I will take it!’ he proclaimed, his voice cutting through the remaining bickering and echoing off the ancient stone walls.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCW4d3NLMTv
When Frodo made his offer, Gandalf closed his eyes in sorrow. He clearly wished that Frodo wouldn’t have to make such a sacrifice; every movement revealed his deep weariness. His face expressed both pride in Frodo’s courage and grief at the burden the Hobbit took upon himself.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe7MvgvCHA4
Frodo did not hesitate; he swept his gaze calmly over everyone. He stood firm and small at the centre of the chamber, and clenched his hands steadily. ‘I will take the Ring to Mordor,’ he declared, his voice ringing out strong and sharp as he reaffirmed his vow. As he spoke, he straightened his posture, set his eyes with resolve, and replaced the slight tremor in his frame with quiet strength.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIH05aOtu1T
Draco finally broke the silence, surprise in his voice. ‘I’m not sure if he’s bravely stupid or stupidly brave,’ he said, disbelief mingling with reluctant admiration. A few nearby council members suppressed laughter, briefly softening their faces at Draco’s dry humour. Draco appeared genuinely amazed, raising his eyebrows and quirking his mouth with awe as he marvelled at Frodo’s determination while struggling to grasp the magnitude of his choice.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3OUdSs9UZu
Gandalf overheard Draco’s comment, rolled his eyes in tired exasperation, and raised his bushy eyebrows, watching the young wizard with exasperation and affection. He gently tapped Draco on the head, a mild warning with warmth, reminding him of the seriousness of the moment while acknowledging his dry humour. Amusement briefly sparkled in Gandalf’s eyes, and he allowed a subtle smile to curve his mouth as he fought to suppress his laughter.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOdVAm99gmr
Frodo gave a wry smile as he said, ‘Probably both,’ in a light tone and let out a quick chuckle. He bent his shoulders slightly, and his jaw, once firm, began to quiver. He looked up at Gandalf, searching the wizard’s expression for comfort, and spoke softly, ‘I do not know the way to Mordor,’ he said humbly, fully aware of the difficulty he would face.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmDVZR7ps3c
Gandalf stepped closer to Frodo, his expression softening with deep compassion. He gently rested a reassuring hand on Frodo’s narrow shoulder, radiating warmth and understanding about what lay ahead. With a sad yet gentle smile, Gandalf crouched next to him and, speaking softly with quiet strength, said, ‘I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, for as long as it is yours to bear.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHIr0U1Tg1H
Harry stepped forward with purposeful, quiet confidence and gently placed his hand on Frodo’s shoulder. Locking his emerald eyes with Hermione’s, he conveyed a silent message of mutual understanding and shared resolve. Then he turned to Draco, giving him an encouraging look that subtly invited him to join them. Hermione accepted Harry’s silent invitation and stepped forward, pride and resolve in her expression. Draco hesitated briefly, rolled his eyes in his usual fashion, then nodded and joined them. Together, the three stood shoulder to shoulder, presenting a strong, united front in front of Frodo. ‘This battle belongs to all of us, as Gandalf said. And having some backup certainly doesn’t hurt, does it?’ Harry said confidently, his tone lightening the mood even as his words carried conviction. Then, he wrapped Frodo in a warm embrace, grounding and uplifting him.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBvL5wMCbkj
Hermione gazed at Harry with pride, her bright eyes reflecting admiration. She straightened her posture, set her shoulders back, and offered him a sincere smile, silently expressing her unwavering confidence. Meanwhile, Draco, ever the sceptic, rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, pressing his lips into a thin line of mock annoyance.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ29ssVbmq15
Harry and Hermione locked eyes briefly, exchanging a meaningful look that conveyed reassurance and shared determination. Hermione nodded subtly, her eyes gleaming with resolve. At the same time, Harry’s steady gaze radiated bravery and readiness for the challenges ahead. With purposeful steps, they approached Gandalf, standing tall and resolute. Harry and Hermione, once settled beside Gandalf, fixed their attention on Draco, their gazes blending gentle encouragement with a touch of challenge. Hermione arched an eyebrow, wearing her trademark look of expectant patience, while Harry offered a half-smile and tilted his head slightly, silently inviting Draco to join them. 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpp7uiWkeye
Feeling the unspoken call, Draco hesitated noticeably. He sighed theatrically and slumped his shoulders in an exaggerated show of reluctance, rolling his eyes dramatically and drawing a hint of amusement from onlookers. Although he maintained his scepticism, a faint spark of resolve flickered in his expression. After a brief pause, he finally relented. He stepped forward deliberately, positioned himself on Gandalf’s right, and took his place beside Harry, arms crossed defensively but signalling a grudging commitment.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvM4EDDO4U7
Draco sighed again and shook his head in theatrical defeat. He shot Harry a sharp glare, emerald and blue eyes clashing in a silent duel of wills. Quietly, Draco muttered, ‘I just know your hero complex will be the death of me someday,’ his tone laced with exasperation. He kept his jaw tight, but the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying the dry affection beneath his words and his typical scepticism.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwd0YG9DQCD
Harry raised an eyebrow, a mischievous sparkle in his emerald eyes as he glanced at Draco. He smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting in quiet amusement, and replied in a dry tone, ‘Oh? I can’t wait,’ his words carrying a sarcastic edge. 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKJJawQQ2mL
Aragorn’s face softened, relaxing the stern lines into sincere warmth as he moved deliberately, his boots making almost no sound on the old stone floor. Aragorn stopped before Frodo, fixing him with a look of firm resolve, his blue eyes reflecting deep empathy and bravery that spoke volumes. He promised, ‘If by my life or death I can protect you, I will,’ his voice steady but earnest. Aragorn drew his sword with respect and knelt before Frodo, lowered his head in a humble and honourable gesture, and placed the steel tip of his blade onto the ground as a sign of loyalty and willingness to defend. Aragorn proclaimed, ‘You have my sword,’ reaffirming his loyalty to the quest and Frodo. He rose smoothly to his full height, sheathed his weapon with a flourish, and positioned himself between Harry and Draco. 48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ41xECcIp3k
Gandalf watched the scene with a faint smile of amusement and exchanged a secretive wink with Elrond, who revealed surprise and quiet pride at the impressive unity unfolding before him.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ3y6De0Skk
Legolas declared, ‘And you have my bow,’ his voice resonating with the melodic tone of the Elves, each word carrying a solemn vow and ancient power. He kept his face calm, his eyes sharp and steady, and a gentle warmth in his expression revealed his unwavering resolve and sense of honour. Legolas moved forward with graceful precision, his steps light and silent as he barely disturbed the dust on the ancient stone floor. Taking up position in front of Frodo, he stood tall and alert, resting the elegant curve of his bow on his shoulder, a symbol of the steadfast protection he offered, and bowed his head slightly toward the Hobbit in respect.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlSj37OYOu3
Legolas took his place beside Hermione. Noticing the legendary Elf’s proximity, Hermione suddenly felt a nervous flutter and glanced up through her curls. Their eyes met briefly before Legolas looked away to observe the crowd with his intense, cool blue gaze, his irises slightly narrowed. Hermione quickly averted her gaze, swallowed hard, and focused on the Council, her cheeks faintly flushed.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5hpLBau5Rm
Gimli strode forward with confidence, squaring his broad shoulders and lifting his chin. In a voice as deep and steady as the mountains he hailed from, Gimli declared, ‘And my axe.’ The words echoed with genuine intent, leaving no ambiguity about his dedication. Gimli strode across the hall with precise determination and stood beside Legolas, resting his heavy axe comfortably on his shoulder to showcase Dwarven skill and resilient spirit. He deliberately chose to position himself next to the Elven Prince, making a silent statement about setting aside their historic rivalry for the sake of a greater goal. Legolas glanced sidelong at Gimli, a momentary flash of irritation appearing on his refined features at the Dwarf’s nearness; however, he refrained from voicing any objection.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY1EJlXNHyj
Boromir approached the group, his footsteps softly echoing on the ancient stone floor. As he drew closer, an uneasy silence settled upon those gathered around Frodo, each person acutely aware of the tension his presence introduced. Though everyone acknowledged Boromir’s noble intentions and bravery, a quiet current of doubt flowed among the group, their trust tempered by caution.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8sZ4v5wKN7
Boromir hesitated, his brow furrowing and his eyes reflecting inner conflict. He tensed his fingers at his side as though he battled unseen fears. He sought reassurance in Frodo’s expression, then glanced between Gandalf’s observant face and Elrond’s unreadable one. With a tired sigh betraying exhaustion and genuine concern, Boromir addressed Frodo directly. ‘You carry the fates of us all, little one,’ he said softly, his voice rough with emotion. After a pause, he straightened and declared with conviction, ‘If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.’ His words filled the ancient hall, firm and resolute. He held himself with both pride and lingering apprehension. By making this vow, Boromir joined Legolas and Gimli, a silent pledge of his oath and commitment.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6F6JV81qw4
Frodo glanced around, awe-struck, with wide eyes that reflected the flickering flames and the formidable figures assembled. In that instant, he recognised with striking clarity that Middle-earth’s greatest fighters, steadfast and brave, stood with him, swords, bows, and axes ready, their loyalty and courage forming an unbreakable shield.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrYs84fkB6n
Suddenly, someone called out, breaking the silence, ‘Here!’ The group’s attention shifted as another Hobbit emerged from a nearby bush, nerves clear in his sturdy build, yet steely resolve guiding his movements through the foliage. Without hesitation, Samwise Gamgee stepped forward and declared, ‘Mr Frodo’s not going anywhere without me.’ He planted himself beside Frodo, crossing his arms firmly to signal his loyalty and standing as a steadfast guardian.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYdp2BIMuIT
Elrond smiled at the Hobbit, a gentle sparkle brightening his timeless eyes as he said, ‘No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret Council, and you are not.’ He spoke with warm, affectionate words and gentle incredulity. The ancient Elf lord curved his lips into a tender smile and shifted his gaze from Sam to Frodo, clearly marvelling at their deep bond.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWIonZvowQm
With all the noble figures watching him, Sam stood in the spotlight and nervously shifted his feet, adjusting his waistcoat as his cheeks flushed bright pink. He offered a guilty smile that revealed both embarrassment and pride in his steadfast support for Frodo, his round face radiating humility and determination. The brave Hobbit cast a shy glance at Frodo before looking down, unable to meet Elrond’s intense gaze. Still, he stood upright—shoulders back, chin high—in a gesture of quiet defiance.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQEL7j6kTdp
Another Hobbit shouted, ‘Oi!’ breaking the deep silence of the gathering. Two more Hobbits suddenly emerged from the dense greenery at the chamber’s edge, sparking surprise among the group. They hurried over the flagstones, brushing stray leaves and moss from their curly hair, their faces glowing with excitement and resolve. Momentarily stunned, Elrond watched the pair rush past him—small in size yet radiating boldness. With confidence, they squared their shoulders and positioned themselves on the other side of Frodo, their eyes shining with determination.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxxn6bZqQ7q
The first of the pair—his waistcoat slightly askew from scrambling—stood tall and declared assertively, ‘We’re coming too! You’d have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!’ He crossed his arms and lifted his chin, clearly showing his intentions.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSqKJ3wFAmG
The Hobbit, who had stepped forward with his companion, cleared his throat and steadied himself, displaying a calmness that stood in stark contrast to the earlier excitement. His face, still flushed from their dash through the undergrowth, now showed sincere determination. He let his bright, slightly nervous eyes dart around, taking in the intimidating presence of Elves, Dwarves, and Men. He straightened his waistcoat and stood tall, then addressed the group with genuine sincerity that belied his youth. ‘Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing,’ he said, striving to inject some solemnity into the moment, though his voice still betrayed a hint of nervousness. His earnestness, paired with a slight stammer, revealed both his anxiety and his resolve to contribute meaningfully to the difficult task ahead. Hermione, standing nearby, chuckled softly at the Hobbit’s choice of words.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSbXukXgA5C
The other Hobbit gave him a look of surprise, his disbelief at the suggestion written plainly on his face. He arched an eyebrow and shot him a mock-offended glance, his lips twitching as he fought back a laugh. ‘Well, that rules you out, Pip,’ he said with dry humour, teasing his friend. He timed the remark perfectly, his eyes sparkling with affection beneath his messy fringe. His grin grew mischievous, drawing laughter from those nearby. Pip, ever confident and playful, stuck out his tongue in a cheeky, defiant gesture, adding to the fun.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6FWYHTEgPS
Elrond sighed and quietly shook his head in amusement. He observed the gathering with pride, his sharp eyes moving deliberately from one companion to another, gauging their courage, wisdom, and loyalty as he paused on each face. He fixed his gaze on Boromir, who stood upright; Gimli, who showed sturdy resolve; Legolas, who maintained calm composure; and the loyal Hobbits, who had just demonstrated their allegiance; and the trio who stood protectively. Gandalf returned Elrond’s look with silent mutual understanding.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNjmOY4qHnU
Elrond paused briefly before he spoke with calm, apparent authority, his tone serious yet steady. ‘Twelve companions,’ he declared, his voice echoing softly throughout the grand chamber. He nodded, openly acknowledging both the strength and vulnerability of their new alliance, fully aware of the great challenge awaiting them beyond Rivendell. Despite the heavy responsibility, he allowed a gentle, almost paternal smile to appear on his face as he regarded the brave group. Drawing a measured breath, he straightened to his full height and commanded respect through the dignity of his position, lending his words a ceremonial importance. Elrond declared, ‘So be it,’ his voice resonating with intimidating finality and uplifting promise, a blessing as well as a command. Elrond, unwavering in his clarity, announced, ‘You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.’48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV2CmyD3jSt
‘Great! Where are we going?’ Pip, the ever-curious Hobbit, exclaimed, and everyone turned in surprise to look at him. Excitement and wonder lit up Pip’s bright eyes, and anticipation radiated from his face. He leaned forward, bouncing his curly hair as he eagerly awaited the first hints of adventure. Pip clenched his fists at his sides, grinning hopefully as his cheeks, still rosy from scrambling through the underbrush, showed his delight.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHCPfQGrhiB
Harry and Hermione exchanged a knowing glance, locking eyes above Pip’s head as silent laughter sparkled between them. Pip’s earnest question brimmed with genuine excitement, sweetly reminding everyone of innocence in the midst of their serious task. Hermione smiled warmly, her eyes softening as she gazed at Pip’s eager face. At the same time, Harry relaxed his shoulders and let a soft chuckle escape, easing the tension in his expression.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp82P3dQhKR
Draco leaned forward, eager for light-hearted mischief even in serious moments, a playful sparkle brightening his eyes. He carefully reached out and tousled Pip’s unruly curls, his touch both teasing and tender. Surprise widened Pip’s eyes before they crinkled with joy, his cheeks growing even pinker from the attention. Their companions laughed and snickered softly in response—Gimli fought a grin as his beard twitched, while Legolas’s usually calm face warmed with quiet amusement. In that brief moment, the group no longer felt like strangers forced together by danger, but friends, their shared laughter and small acts of kindness making their heavy burden feel slightly lighter.
A/N: So? What did you all think? In this version, I am going to take it a little more seriously, which is why this chapter lacks Draco’s incessant humour. Having considered everything that’s happened and will happen, it’s unlikely that he would be so in-your-face happy-go-lucky and joking around. Draco is still my comic relief in this story, but I’m trying to make it more gradual and realistic.
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