A/N: This is my first fanfiction. Read at your own risk. R&R. Thanks!

Hermione's POV

The war is over. The prophecy has been fulfilled. Lord Voldemort has fallen while Harry Potter lived. Friends and foes are dead. They have died for a cause.

Our lives have been renewed.

I step into the fireplace and take a pinch of Floo powder. "Ministry of Magic!" I felt the familiar pull. I close my eyes, trying to keep my breakfast down. I clumsily walke out of the Ministry's fireplace and stroll into the elevator.

"Level Two: Auror Headquarters."

I briskly step out and walk down the hall.

"Morning, Hermione," said Harry.

"Good morning, Harry. Are we going out today?"

"Yeah, we have located Dolohov. He has been in Knockturn Alley."

"Who's coming?"

"The usual team. We'll leave in an hour."

I walk away to assemble the usual team. Parvati and Padma Patil, Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Luna Lovegood, and Dean Thomas. I find them sitting around a table playing Exploding Snap. They're laughing and shouting things at each other.

"Oi! Listen up!" I yell. Nothing happened. I sighed. "Sonorous." I whispered. "LISTEN UP, YOU FOOLS. PUT YOUR CARDS DOWN AND GET READY!" The effect was almost instant. Cards were thrown up into the air as they hurry around grabbing their cloaks, bags, and wands.

"Hermione, remind me to bill you for a hearing aid," Seamus said, quite annoyed. I chuckled.

"Dolohov has been found in Knockturn Alley," I said. Then the door opened.

"Bloody hell! What happened here?" Harry yelled. I looked around the room. It was a complete mess. Cards were everywhere, papers littered the floor, and ink was on the walls.

"Uh, you see Harry, uh . . ." Ron stammered.

"Yes, Ron?"

"You see Harry, I caught them playing Exploding Snap. Couldn't get their attention and the rest is history," I laughed.

He chuckled. "We're leaving early. Looks like Dolohov has a couple of friends with him."

They crept down Knockturn alley, their wands raised into dueling position. A snap of a twig sent them on the edge.

"There's no side of him, Harry," Ron whispered.

"Shush Ron!"

They walk silently down the alley. It looked deserted. Sudden movement caught my eye.

"STUPEFY!" I yelled. It hit a man. We crept towards him until Dolohov came into view.

"Well, well, well, why it's the Auror squad," he laughed. "Ah, and the mudblood." "Take her." A group of men jump out of the shadowy corners. Spells flew everywhere. Everyone was preoccupied and did not notice me.

"So meets your end, Ms. Granger." Dolohov crackled.

"Avada Kedevra!" he shouted. Darkness overtook me.

"Do you think she's alive?" asked a gruff voice.

"She's alive, Gimli. Unconscious, yes, but alive," replied a gravelly voice.

"How strange. An Elf maiden to fall out of the sky," a soothing voice murmured.

"Very strange, indeed," the gravelly voice muttered.

I opened my eyes. I squinted. It was so bright. I used my hand to shield my eyes. Three faces looked down at me. I whipped out my wand and pointed at them. I stood up. "Who are you? Where am I?" I asked. I whirl around, pointing my wand at them.

"Milady, what, may I ask, are doing with that stick?" asked a man with shoulder-length brown hair. He was very handsome and wore a strange crystal pendant around his neck. "Milady?"

"This is no mere stick. This is a wand," I stated as I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Surely you are not one of the Istari?" asked a man? With long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Quite a looker. He carried a bow and a quiver on his back.

"You are no man," I replied bitterly.

He looked shocked,"I am one of you kin. An elf."

"I am no elf. I'm a witch," I retorted. His eyes widen. He sank to his knees. The brown haired man did the same.

"Welcome home, Alassiel," said the elf.

I frowned. "That is not my name."

"You were the elf maiden that Lord Elrond sent to Earth. To learn to control your magic," the man said.

"Who is Lord Elrond? Who are you? Where am I?" I asked.

"Lord Elrond is your father. I am Legolas. This is Gimli, son of Gloin. And this is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You are in Middle Earth, near Rivendell," replied Legolas. I studied him. For some reason, he seems familiar. Like I have seen him before. "What is the matter, Milady?"

"I feel like I have seen you before. A long time ago. But it is not possible. We have never met," I remarked.

He smiled, "We have met, Alassiel, many moons ago."

"My father . . ." I trailed off.

"We need to take her to her father," Aragorn looked around.