Eledhrím Fae

Reception

I am so sorry this took so long. I had most of this chapter drafted out and then life hit me with a study overload and writer's block at the same time. Anyways enjoy!
Emi xx

Hermione's eyes fluttered open. The light blinded her for a moment, she shut them again tightly. She opened them for a second time, letting them adjust to the warm light filtering through large windows set in the wall above her head. She scanned the room that she was in without lifting her head from the pillows. Although it looked similar to the hospital wing at Hogwarts she was certain that she had never been here before.

Her eyes finally came to rest on the figure sitting in a chair next to the bed. The face that looked back at her, was ageless, neither old nor young. He had long dark hair and upon it was set a circlet of silver. Kind blue eyes that were striking beneath defined brows peered at her carefully.

"It is good to see you are finally awake. It has been several days since you were found unconscious." His voice was melodic and calm.

"W-who are you?" She croaked out.

"My name is Lord Elrond, Master of Rivendell." He shifted the book on his lap and leaned in closer to her. "May I ask who you are?"

"Hermione Granger, sir." She answered automatically.

The man stood, gliding over to her bed almost soundlessly. He had on long blue-grey robes that were similar to those of the Wizarding world. It was then she noticed his pointed ears. He was no man.

She was staring up into the face of an Elf.

"Do you know where you are?"

She shook her head. "I don't, sir." He frowned at that.

"Do you know how you got here?" Hermione struggled for a moment, her brain still foggy. She reeled back as the memories hit her. The runes. The nonsensical translation. Her idiotic decision to read out loud what had just occurred to her, was most definitely a prophecy of some sort.

She raised a hand to her temple, which was throbbing while she tried to process all the information that was scrambling around in her mind.

She was drawn from her thoughts by a soft voice "Lady Hermione?" Her eyes snapped open, she didn't remember closing them. Hermione stared blearily up at the elf's face. He had moved closer and was now towering over her, face full of confused concern.

"A prophecy. I think the runes were a prophecy." Her voice came out weak and she raised her other hand to her other temple, putting pressure on the points that she was touching. Cool hands gently pushed hers out of the way and fingertips skimmed over her temples. The pain receded and her head cleared, Hermione's eyes refocused on Elrond who was now crouching in front of her both his hands still touching her face.

"A prophecy?" Elrond's tone was still calm but it was laced with curiosity. Hermione nodded cautiously.

He straightened up, "Very well, I will send for some suitable clothes." He moved off to a side door and called through in a language she didn't recognize.

Minutes later a beautiful dark-haired woman glided through with a bundle of clothes in her arms. She smiled kindly at Hermione.

"It is wonderful to see that you are awake, Mistress Istari." Her voice was low and calming and put Hermione at ease. Her eyebrows furrowed,

"Mistress Istari?" The woman glanced at Elrond.

"Magic user or wizard though I have never met a female Istari before." Elrond explained, Hermione's eyes flicked between them, suddenly feeling wary.