A/N: This is it! I want to thank everyone for sticking with me through the end.

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10 Years Later…

It never ceased to amaze Hermione how quickly time had slipped by. Had she really appeared in this realm, lonely and ashamed, and had taken on with a band of misshapen dwarves and their quest to reclaim a mountain?

Had she really fought in the Battle of Five Armies, sacrificing her own life for her company of dwarves? Had she really sent her only reminder of England, of Earth, to the Undying Lands? It all seemed as if those events had happened in another world, in another lifetime.

But there were two things that never faded into the past. Two things that had pestered her mind everyday.

The first was Kili.

After the Battle of Five Armies, the Company had finally arrived home. And their story did not end in the tragedy that was originally told to Hermione. But while their ending was not one filled with unbearable grief, it was not an easy one.

There was much to be rebuilt. The very first thing the Company did was lay Thorin to rest. Thorin, their brave leader, who had gone so horribly astray, yet in the end had repented was gently buried beneath the mountain he dedicated his entire life towards. It was a quiet ceremony; there would be time for the grand funeral later. But somehow, it had only seemed right for his Company of twelve other dwarves, their Burglar, Lady Hermione, and Gandalf the Grey to be the ones to witness their leader laid to rest.

The next three years were spent rebuilding Erebor and restoring it to its former glory. Those from the Blue Mountains that chose to come helped the Company sift through every crack and crevice of their ancient kingdom until there were no signs that the dragon Smaug ever inhabited it.

The gold that Thorin had so adamantly refused Bard and Thranduil were given back. Efforts were also made to help restore Dale to its former glory as well.

At the end of those three years, the crown that Fili had refused to take was placed upon his head. The entire kingdom celebrated and rejoiced at their new King Under the Mountain. A day of happiness.

With his brother at his side, Fili and Kili ruled Erebor justly, as their deceased uncle had taught them. Gold flowed from the mountain once again, but this time it was divided amongst every kingdom. Between dwarves, men, and elves.

And what of Hermione?

Initially, the dwarves were superstitious and frightened of the witch and her spells. But once she demonstrated that not all magic was evil, and that it could heal just as much as destruct, she was accepted amongst them. True to his promise, Kili taught Hermione everything he knew of the ancient language of Khuz-dul. Many hours were spent in the Library of Erebor pouring over scores of scrolls on the history of Erebor. But for Hermione, it was not enough.

Along with Ori, who became the official scribe, she recorded her entire life's adventures. Everything from Earth to Middle Earth, starting from that moment aboard the Hogwart's express when she had asked two scrawny boys if they had seen a toad.

After she had finished that, she put her magic to use and became a healer for the sick in Erebor. Soon, word of her powers had spread far and wide and not only dwarves were coming to her, but men of Rohan, Gondor, and other kingdoms as well.

In her fifth year after the Quest, she married Kili. It was a grand affair, drawing creatures from all over. Hermione was overwhelmed with a sense of déjà vu as she stood in the full-length mirror, seeing herself in the long, trailing gown of the purest white color. She insisted that at least a part of the ceremony was done the muggle way.

Something old: the ring Kili had given her that was an heirloom of the line of Durin. Something new: her wedding gown that the dwarrowdams had spent months making for her. Something borrowed: this had come as a surprise when Bilbo had stepped forth, lending her one of his precious handkerchiefs. And something blue: a set of earrings that Harry and Ron had given her during their sixth year for her birthday.

Gandalf himself had agreed to walk Hermione down the lengthy aisle. Her heart filled with regret that her own father would not walk her down, that her mother would not be there to help give her away, that Harry, Ron, even Draco had not been there to witness the happiest moment of her life.

But all her worries, sorrows, and grief had faded when she finally reached the end of the walkway, when her hand was safely held in Kili's, and when a thundering cheer erupted from the entire kingdom as Kili's lips found hers in the sealing kiss.

"Long live Princess Hermione!"

But his title, his wealth, his status did not move Hermione at all. No, it was his promise of forever that caused her heart to sing with triumph when she turned towards the crowd, the glow emanating from her whole being.

The second thought that pestered her every moment was Earth. And namely, Voldemort. That day when Draco had sailed to Valinor, Lady Galadriel had told her that when the time was right, her destiny would reveal itself. Hermione knew that she had to go back to Earth, to England, to do whatever she could to save her old home.

This desire grew until it consumed every free moment she had. She began to research any possible magic that could transport her back to Earth. True, she loved her life in Erebor, with Kili, but she couldn't be at peace until she knew what had truly become of her beloved Earth. Was it even in existence now?

Her thoughts were confirmed one day when she received a letter:

My dearest Hermione,

Ten years it has been to the day you and Master Malfoy showed up in our world. I can only assume that you have had many, many theories as to who I am and how I became the Headmaster at Hogwarts. Let me start from the beginning.

After the first war against Sauron, the other wizards and I knew that he would return, greater and more terrible than ever. We discovered that besides the Ring of Power, there was another source to his great power. The Horcruxes.

However, Sauron was smart enough to know that keeping them here, in this realm was too dangerous. So he sent them to Earth.

When we had discovered what he had done, I was elected to travel to this new realm and destroy the pieces of his soul. I created the alias "Albus Dumbledore" and became the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Sauron had created the great evil that is now Lord Voldemort and he seeks to control both Earth and Middle-Earth.

I devoted my entire life on Earth to finding these Horcruxes, but that was not enough. That is where you, Mr. Weasley, and Harry come in. There had long been a prophecy that linked Harry to Voldemort, and it burdens me everyday to know that I had put Harry's life in danger that led ultimately to his untimely death. I was a fool, to not even consider the fact that while Harry might have been Voldemort's undoing, Voldemort was also Harry's.

However, I could not stay on Earth forever. I was called back to Middle Earth on urgent business regarding Azog the Defiler and the evil that had begun to grown once more. I had Severus "kill" me by pitching me off the Astronomy Tower where I made a replica of myself and returned back to Middle Earth. I had hoped with all my being that Harry would complete the task, and he was so close as I understand it.

Now, there is only Nagini and Lord Voldemort himself remaining. I would not have written to you if I did not absolutely need your aid. I am sorry, Hermione, for putting your life in great danger after you have been so happily married and settled down. It is well in your power to decline me, and request to never see me again. But I plead for you to consider returning to Earth with me, if only for a little while, to help set matters right there.

While the final two Horcruxes remain, there is no hope of ever defeating Sauron here. I am afraid there is no other way. I am sorry, once again for burdening your young mind with this information. I will be writing this same letter to Master Malfoy, in an attempt to gain his aid as well.

Hoping this finds you in the best of health and happiness,

~Gandalf

Ever since she had received this letter, Hermione had not parted with it. So Earth still remained…she mused. But could she do it? Could she sacrifice everything she had worked so hard for in the past ten years, for another quest?

Hermione was so conflicted she had crumpled up the letter and tossed it across the room, only to summon it back and smooth it out. Of course she would help, she was raised on Earth, had lived out some of her best moments there. And if she didn't, Frodo's quest to destroy the Ring of Power would be in vain. Sauron would still live, and evil would only grow. She could not endanger the lives of her people any further. The dwarves of Erebor and people of Dale had already endured so much hardship under the oppression of Smaug.

Yes, she decided, I will go. But first, she would need to tell Kili. Her heart clenched painfully as she thought about leaving her husband. Hermione knew that he would follow her anywhere, but now that he was helping his brother rule Erebor, that would be impossible.

A tear trickled down her cheek as she clutched Gandalf's letter to her heart. She had crossed realms and traveled between worlds, all to find her happy ending. She had helped defeat a dragon and Azog the Defiler. And finally, she had found a home, but more importantly someone to share it with. Now, Middle Earth was in no immediate danger of evil. But Earth was.

And Hermione was sure as hell not going to let the Dark Lord destroy the world she had grown up in.

A/N: I finally finished! Please leave a review with your thoughts on the epilogue! Thank you to all for everything!

~Lilyevansmrspotter