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Luna was cold and dirty and her very bones ached, she tried to keep the tears from her face but they came anyway. She felt selfish for weeping when Mr. Olivander was in far more dire straits and well into his elderly years. If her bones ached then his bones must cry out in agony. Her mask of bravery was slipping and she was no gryffindor. She could not hide behind a wall of bravery, it wasn’t in her nature to spit in the face of adversity. She wasn’t not brave, she just couldn’t lock it away like Harry or even Ginny could.

She felt warm hands fall on her shoulders like the weight of a warm cloak in the cold of winter. Mr. Ollivander’s warmth offered her a brief comfort. She looked up at him and tried again to put on a brave face. The smile she gave him was crooked and tremoring. It was the smile a toddler gave before bursting into uncontrollable sobs, quivering lips and all. Olivander gave her a genuine smile, his old eyes crinkling. Luna couldn’t deny that his genuine smile made her pause.

“Dear girl it’s okay to cry, you don’t have to be brave,” Mr. Ollivander told her gingerly lowering his too thin creaking body onto the cracked stone floor of the cellar they were being kept in.

“But I’m young and more likely to bounce back, is it not selfish for me to despair when you have gone through more,” Luna asked, the dream-like quality never leaving her voice. Most people thought that her voice and her cadence was an act that she put on. Just like the nargles and the wrackspurts that she saw. None of it was an act, Luna’s eyes saw things that others did not and she had never known why. She suspected it had something to do with the way her ears came to a soft point. Her father had always been adamant that she hide that fact, because she was adopted and magical creatures, even highly sentient ones, were treated like common animals in the Wizarding world. She had always been very careful to pin her hair to hide them.

Pandora Lovegood had found Luna on an expedition with her father. She had been utterly alone naked and nestled in between the roots of a tree. They were many miles away from civilization so finding a baby and a newborn at that, in the wild had been a shock. Pandora scooped the baby up admiring the way the baby's skin had shimmered and glowed softly in the moonlight.

“Tell me child, would it not be a greater tragedy for your life to be cut off so young before you had even been able to live your life. I have lived for many years and had quite a happy full life. Would that not be a greater tragedy young one,” Mr. Olivander smiled, pulling her into his side in a grandfatherly embrace. Luna had never had a grandfather but she thought that Mr. Olivander would have made a lovely grandfather. Pandora had been disowned for marrying Xenophilius before Luna had been found in the wilds of Scandinavia. Her father’s parents had passed away when she was very young but she had vague memories of the smell of pipe tobacco and soft white curls.

“If we get out of this I would like to consider you family Mr. Olivander. You are full of wisdom,” Luna sighed her tears slowing as she fell into a fitful sleep. Luna didn’t know the full impact of these words though, partially because she didn’t know the full implications of her true heritage. Elves and that’s what Luna was had very close knit familial groups and while someone didn’t have to be blood to be considered family it was almost unheard of for it to happen, because if an elf says that you are family you are forever their kin regardless of blood and would be allowed passage to Valinor. It’s why elves in middle earth didn’t usually make connections outside of elvish communities, because while the act of making someone your kin wasn’t frowned upon it wasn’t encouraged. No one really knew what happened to those that reached the shores of Valinor or if a mortal could even make the journey.

“If there are powers above listening please save this child she doesn’t deserve the hand she’s been dealt,” Garrick prayed softly so as not to disturb them little peace the child had. This selfless prayer was all the Valar needed to intervene in the young elleth’s life.

No one knew what rules the Valar had to abide by. Sometimes they interfered and brought someone back, like lord Glorfindel. They had also been able to save Luna from a horrible death by Orc’s shortly after she had been born. It had required them to send her to another world though instead of her family, every action they took had a consequence and it may not always be obvious. It was why they could only send the young elleth back if someone asked for it for her selflessly.

Garrick was already fast asleep when a soft warm light enveloped the odd pair. So there they lay in the long soft grasses of an odd sort of village where the homes were built into the sides of the hills.

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Luna’s dreams were full of darkness and despair that night. She had had the dream before but once you had been held in captivity and tortured yourself, it brought an awareness one may not otherwise have. The dream was always the same: a beautiful woman with eyes like starlight and hair so blonde it appeared white. Her white hair was stained in rich ruby blood. The woman always cried in pain before an infant’s cry joined her and then Luna would wake up.

This time though Luna awoke to a new dream and not the cold hard floor of the Malfoy cellar. She was in a beautiful garden lush with wild flowers and long soft grass. Beautiful warm sunshine, just starting to set behind the sloping hills. She smiled, breathing in the fresh air and the smell of the countryside.

“I quite like this dream, if I were to never wake from it that would be alright,” She sighed wistfully and looked down to see Mr. Ollivander in her dream as well. It truly was the greatest dream because she had already decided that Mr. Ollivander would be her best friend for as long as they lived, whether that was one more day in captivity or they somehow miraculously escaped.

“Mr. Ollivander wake up,” She nudged the sleeping old man and tucked a flower into his wild white hair. The old man stirred grumbling softly before opening his eyes. He jolted up startled and looked around in wonder.

“Isn’t it a lovely dream,” She sighed and began to pick more of the wildflowers, weaving them together until it formed a circlet that sat atop her filthy blond hair.

“Are you sure it’s a dream girl? If it is we are sharing it,” Mr. Olivander’s voice was choked.

“How can you tell if you’re dreaming or not?” She asked.

“Well my mum always told me when I was a wee boy that if I was having a nightmare to just pinch myself because you can’t hurt yourself in a dream,” He stated and Luna nodded. He went to pinched at the old crepey skin of his withered arm and yelped when he felt the sting of his pinch.

“We're not dreaming,” he gasped and Luna looked at him, tears starting to form in his eyes. She leapt at him though was careful of their various injuries and hugged him tightly.

“I suppose we should see if anyone could help us,” Luna nodded to the little round doors built in the side of the hill.

“There seems to already be a flurry of activity in this home with the green door,” Garrick surmised hearing the loud raucous laughter spilling softly into the evening air. Luna nodded and got up before helping her friend. She walked to the door and knocked. She could hear the grumbling sounds of someone who was deeply annoyed. She wondered briefly if they had maybe chosen the wrong dwelling. The door swung open and she was met with a small man with rather large curious feet.

“Hello kind sir, we were hoping you could help us?” She asked the little man who had soft brown curls on his head. The annoyance seemed to melt away slightly as he took in the odd pair.

“Of course, come in, come in. At least you two have manners, the name is Bilbo Baggins,” He greeted ushering in the young girl and man who looked even older than Gandalf.

“I’m Luna Lovegood and this is my friend Garrick Ollivander,” She greeted politely.

“You two look like you’ve had quite a hard time recently,” Bilbo noted, taking in their unwashed dirt stained clothing and bedraggled appearance.

“Oh yes,” the old man finally spoke “we have been kept in a dungeon for sometime, we’re long overdue a meal and a bath” Ollivander hummed and the little Hobbit’s blue eyes went wide. Suddenly the unwashed clothes and emaciated appearances made sense.

“Oh yes we are ever so grateful for your hospitality” Luna thanked him, and Bilbo couldn’t help but note the dreamlike quality of her voice. It was almost musical and he was sure a song sung by the girl would send everyone off to sleep. It reminded him of what they said the elves were supposed to sound like. Bilbo couldn’t tell though because he had never met an elf in person.

“Come get something to eat before these dwarves eat everything, they don’t have the best of manners,” Bilbo ushered them into the dining room where more short men and a man who looked like a less flamboyant Dumbledore was sitting.

“Hello we weren’t expecting more, feel free to help yourselves” The Wizard in his pointed hat greeted taking the two in with intelligent sharp eyes. Luna and Mr. Ollivander dug in the soft cheese and salted meat filling them both up quite quickly.

Ollivander though was studying the staff the Wizard was leaning on with the intelligent eyes of a wand maker. He concluded it had been made by a great wand maker indeed. He himself hadn’t made a staff in quite some time and hadn’t sold one for even longer. Staffs had fallen out of style for the more concealable wands when he had been just a boy and that was a very long time indeed.

“Beautiful staff you have there looks like oak wood. Do you know what core was used?” Olivander hummed and Gandalf looked startled.

“Why I believe The Valar told me it was oak and the feather from a great eagle” The Wizard surmised, “I am Gandalf the Gray. What might be your name?”

“Oh I apologize. I am Garrick Olivander wand maker for 69 years now” he smiled a crinkly old smile.

“A wand maker, those are not very common, tell me, are you istari maybe one of the blues?” Gandalf asked his voice light and inquisitive.

“Oh no I am a Wizard, I believe the magic that saved us and brought us here was greater than anything I have ever seen. Someone answered my plea and saved Luna and I. It seems they deposited us in another world,” Olivander mused and Gandalf’s eyes sharpened.

“Another world you say?” It wasn’t a statement but a question.

“Yes I don’t believe you have ever heard of London England have you. Because I have never heard of hobbits, istari, or dwarves.” Ollivander recounted and Gandalf’s eyes widened.

“No I don’t believe I have heard of this London place you speak. How curious you say you’re a Wizard because istari is another name for a Wizard” Gandalf mused.

“Curious indeed,” Ollivander agreed.

“It’s bad enough we have one Wizard who speaks in riddles but now we’ve got two” one of the dwarves complained a stout middle aged dwarrow called gloin.

“It’s okay I can help you decipher them, for Mr. Ollivander is a very dear friend to me. We have after all spent the last year in close company” The blonde girl gave the now slightly embarrassed and blushing dwarrow a bright smile.

“Yer a good lassie dear could use a bit more meat on your bones though, make sure ye finish all them potatoes they’ll make you grow strong and stout” Gloin boasted and patted his well rounded belly. Luna smiled at him and she felt some of the darkness lift that had been gathering on her soul. She dug into the potatoes not wanting to disappoint her new dwarven friend.

“Would you two like to join us on our quest?” Gandalf asked. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stay with them the whole way but two more magic users could not hurt their chances.

“If Mr. Ollivander is up to it. I would indeed like to join” Luna had always had an adventurous spirit and had loved to hear the stories of her parent’s expeditions.

“You’ve been a caged bird far too long my dear girl, we will go on this journey as far as we can go.” Garrick smiled, happy to see some of the light return to the girl’s eyes.

“Then we shall accompany you,” Luna said brightly and Gandalf finally turned to study her. He would have suspected her to be an elfling if it were possible. That wasn’t a possibility though because elves valued their children above all else and kept them locked away, in fact the last to be born was Prince Legolas who was now nearing his five hundredth year and was well and truly fully grown.

“Come on you two needed a bath and we need to get some rest,” Bilbo bustled in leading Luna to his washroom where he had set up a basin of warm water for her. He paused before leaving her and came back with a brown linen dress.

“This belonged to my mother, it will probably be a bit too short but it should fit you well enough” Luna took the offered dress and leant down to kiss the hobbit’s cheek causing the tiny man to blush a bright red.

“Thank you very much Mr. Baggins,” Luna smiled.

“Just Bilbo is fine dear,” Bilbo blushed.

“Thank you Bilbo,” She corrected.

She undressed and was surprised when she found her wand tucked safely in her pocket. She had grown so used to not having it that she was baffled when it was there. She quickly bathed and rinsed the dirt and blood from her skin and hair. She donned the dress and it came to rest just at her knees. She supposed the dress may have been floor length when Bilbo’s mother had worn it. The little hobbit didn’t even stand four feet tall.

She rushed out telling her friend to check his pockets and he had been delighted to see his own wand safely back with him. After Mr. Ollivander had bathed; they had hunkered down, falling asleep to the sounds of Thorin’s cavernous voice singing of mountains of gold.

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Luna was dreaming again of the screaming woman with silvery white hair and eyes like starlight. Luna wanted to comfort her, she felt a connection to the woman. The connection wasn’t unlike the one she had shared with Pandora. Luna had to wonder if this woman was her biological mother, it would explain the infant's cry she heard at the end of the dream. Luna didn’t get a chance to ponder though because she was being shaken awake.

“Luna wake up, the company is getting ready to make way” Mr. Ollivander’s soft voice woke her.

She got up running her fingers through her long golden waves removing any tangles that had been formed the night before. She yawned and sat upon rolling up the bedroll she had been given. She was excited for their adventure. She decided to transfigure the dress with Bilbo’s permission into a more respectable riding length for this land and her old pair of pants into a set of leather leggings so that she wouldn’t chafe under the dress.

“Your magic is amazing Lady Luna” one of the younger dwarves who hadn’t quite grown into his beard chattered. The dwarves had all been interested in her magic and had been amazed when she had completely changed the dress into something that suited her more.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I don’t know if I remember your name” She smiled as she saddled up onto the horse she would be sharing with Olivander. She couldn’t ride a pony because she was too tall standing close to six foot already. Most didn’t realize how tall she was because she hadn’t lost the awkward gangly body of childhood. Her father had surmised that her slowed aging was from whatever creature blood she had. If most were to look at her they would think she was closer to thirteen or fourteen than nearly seventeen.

“My name is Kili milady and this here is my older brother Fili. Thorin is our uncle, he’s our mother’s brother and future king. Would you be able to show us something else?” He asked excitedly and even his brother looked intrigued. Luna giggled and nodded, producing her wand.

“Avis,” she spoke and three lively little canaries spouted from her wand fluttering around the two dwarves who stared in wonder.

“That is amazing,” Fili breathed his brown eyes wide. Luna waved her wand again and the birds disappeared in a fluff of yellow.

“Enough! Kili, Fili, we’re about to head out, the lady can show you magic when we make camp tonight,” Thorin’s voice was gruff and annoyed but not unkind.

“Thank you for showing us magic Milady. I’m afraid we must mount our ponies, Uncle gets quite cross when we make him late,” Kili grinned, making a face behind Thorin’s back.

“You mean when you make him late?” Fili smirked, climbing on his pony and leaving his brother behind who scowled at him the way only a little brother could.

“I always wanted a brother, you’re lucky you know,” Luna told him before she climbed on behind a smiling Ollivander.

“I don’t know about lucky,” Kili joked as he fell in line and set off down the road.

“We’re missing Mr. Bilbo,” Luna realized as they made their way out of the Shire and saw that the pony reserved for him was short a rider.

“I believe he is simply running a bit late,” Gandalf chuckled. Before Luna could respond a shouting voice reached her ears. Turning in the saddle as she watched the hobbit run up to the group waving his contract. Luna and Mr. Ollivander had not been made to sign the contract as Luna was underage according to the dwarves and Mr. Ollivander was only acting as her chaperone. It also gave them the ability to drop out of the expedition if Mr. Ollivander’s health began to fail.

“Hello Bilbo” She greeted the hobbit.

“Hello Luna, I was almost too late,” Bilbo huffed, clambering onto his pony with a huff.

“I wouldn’t have allowed them to get far without you,” Luna told him.

“Nor would I,” Mr. Ollivander chuckled and the hobbit who was still huffing and puffing in his saddle.

The beautiful day turned mucky and wet the further east they rode. Luna quickly cast a warming and water repelling charm on her and their horse Garrick doing the same. Luna saw that the rest of the group was also becoming more soaked and grumpy.

“Thorin, may we stop so I can cast warming and water repelling charms,” She called to the dwarf leading their party. He grumbled and huffed but pulled his pony to a stop anyway.

“It’s almost time for dinner anyway” He grumbled and everyone came to a halt looking gratefully at the young girl. She and Garrick set to work casting warming, drying and water repelling charms on the group who became much more cheerful as they were comfortable again.

“Oh bugger!” Kili yelped who had been unloading their supply of food. The bag went tumbling into the creek they had come to rest by.

“Accio Supplies!” Ollivander shouted and the bag went sailing into his arms a little waterlogged but no worse for wear.

“I think bringing you two was a wise decision,” Bomfur smiled, glad that he would still get dinner.

“I can’t disagree, we may have been without dinner if not for Mr. Ollivander’s quick thinking” Thorin turned his glare from his nephew and gave the odd pair a rare grateful smile.

“After dinner burglar I would like for you to go check the area and make sure we’re the only ones camping in these woods,” Thorin said and Bilbo nodded. It made perfect sense to him for while Dwarves were also short they were far more dense and therefore made a racket while moving through the woods. Hobbits however we’re light on their feet and hardly ever made a sound.

“I can do that,” the hobbit said gathering around the fire made by their two wizards. Luna had told them that she was called a witch but they had all decided that she was far too fair to be called a witch and decided she was simply a female Wizard. No amount of explanation could change the men’s minds much to Luna and Garrick’s amusement.

“Speaking of Wizards, where is Gandalf, he seems to have vanished,” Nori asked with a confused expression.

“It is the way with wizards, they are much like the weather. They come and go as they please and you never know what to expect,” Balin, the eldest of the group of dwarves explained and Dwalin, his brother nodded his agreement.

“If wizards are like the weather, what are dwarves like?” Luna pondered curiously and Balin shot her a kind smile.

“We dwarrow are like the mountains, strong, steady, and immovable in our convictions,” Thorin boasted proudly.

“I could see that,” Luna smiled her same dreamy smile.

“Miss Luna, can you tell us a bit about your world,” Fili asked, tearing a piece of salted pork off with his teeth.

“Oh yes! There are millions of wizards in my world but we don’t have dwarves or hobbits. I'm sorry to say, for it is a shame because you all make the loveliest of friends,” Luna told them honestly and Ollivander smiled at her.

“Millions?! How much even is a million?” Kili asked in astonishment.

“Oh yes my dear dwarf friend, millions. To answer your question to get a million you must have over nine hundred and ninety-nine thousands” Olivander explained and Kili’s eyes only grew wider. He knew how much a thousand was and that was quite a bit indeed to have 900 thousand of anything was unthinkable.

“As much as I am enjoying the stories it is almost time for bed and our hobbit must still make his rounds,” Thorin chuckled.

“Don’t worry I shall be back soon” Bilbo smiled though it was tinged with nervousness.

“If you need help hoot like an owl,” Thorin told him and Bilbo nodded before disappearing into the thicket. The dwarves resumed their questioning of Luna and Ollivander with great enthusiasm. The talks seemed to go on for a long while indeed which was troublesome because they hadn’t heard a hoot from Bilbo or seen him come back. He should have been done with his rounds by now, he had already been gone for more than an hour.

“Mr. Oakenshield, I think we should go check on Bilbo,” Luna inquired.

Thorin nodded and all of the dwarves got up ready to go in search of their hobbit. Luna got up too dusting the leaves and dust from her linen dress. She had her wand at the ready and was looking forward to finding her new friend.

“Lassie what are you doing?” Gloin asked and Luna couldn’t help but shoot the red haired dwarf a confused glance.

“To look for Bilbo of course,” She answered and more than one dwarf began to splutter.

“But you’re just a wee lass,” Gloin argued and the rest of the dwarves nodded their agreement.

“That may be so but I’m a wee lass who has already fought in a war and been tortured. I hardly think looking for our dear friend Bilbo in the woods could be more dangerous,” Luna countered, her voice was still soft but it was laced in hurt. She had always been underestimated and didn’t see why the dwarves would be different. Luna wished that she could go back to the days where the only thing she needed to worry about was where the wrackspurts had hidden her trainers. Hermione had tried to convince her that it was people bullying her, but Luna knew better she had seen them. They loved to hang around mistletoe and cause all sorts of problems.

“Luna, we care about you, we just don’t want to see you hurt. You’re still a child, we want to protect you. It has nothing to do with ye being a girl. You should not have had to face that darkness dear girl, no child should. Would you humor an old man and wait here with your friend? ” Balin said softly. It was clear to almost all of them that Luna wasn’t into adulthood yet. They shuddered to think what their wives would do to them if they found out they had put a child in danger.

“Fine, but if you all are gone for too long Mr. Ollivander and I are coming to find you,” She wagered, she saw that their words came from a place of care and not prom prejudice. She sometimes forgot that she was still a child and that most adults cared for children. Her own father had been living in a dream world since her mother’s passing and while he didnt neglect her she was more than used to fending for herself and doing as she pleased. She had once stayed at the burrow for an entire week one summer before her father had realized she was gone.

“Very well we shan’t be gone long” Gloin exclaimed, happy that Balin had smoothed things over with their little lady Wizard. Women and girls were scary enough when angered they couldn’t imagine facing one with magic at her disposal. Luna lowered herself back onto the fallen log she had been using as a chair.

“How are you feeling Mr. Ollivander?” Luna asked when the last of the dwarves had lumbered into the darkness of the looming forest. She knew her friend had been in captivity much longer than she had. They had all heard the news the year before when he had been kidnapped out of his shop. The year of abuse and captivity were showing on the older man. He had gone from healthy and fit for a man of his age to emaciated. He looked every bit the 90 years that he was.

“Oh a bit sore from riding but I don’t think anything could lower my spirits after escaping that hell,” He mused and gave Luna a kind smile.

“I’m glad, I feel much the same way. The days in the cellar felt like an endless loop of misery,” Luna nodded, staring at the ground.

“I will miss Papa, or rather the idea of him. After mummy died it wasn’t the same. Mummy was the one who found me, and Papa was good to me but I think I reminded him too much of my mum.” Luna tried to explain the complicated relationship she had with Xenophillius. She knew her adoptive father loved her and saw her as a daughter but she wasn’t his blood. She was the funny pointy eared baby his wife had found in the forest. Something that was utterly Pandora, something that reminded him of hard times. She would miss him but not the same way she missed her mother, they had been drifting apart since she was nine.

“It’s alright Luna family isn’t always blood, sometimes you make your own family,” Garrick pulled her into a warm side hug that only grandpa’s could give.

“Did you leave behind any family?” Luna asked.

“Yes, I have a son. He runs a branch of my shop in France with his wife. My wife Elizabeth passed away during the first war,” Garrick gave Luna a sad smile.

“I’m sorry,” Luna lamented blue eyes looking down.

“Don’t be sorry dear girl, we have our lives and we have each other. Things never stay bad forever the wind always changes direction,” Olivander hummed.

“You’re right, I’ve never had a grandfather before but I would like to think of you as an honorary grandfather,” Luna smiled and Ollivander’s eyes crinkled even more with his grin.

“Well I can’t say that I’ve had a granddaughter. I think that you would make a fine granddaughter,” Ollivander teased and Luna gave him a genuine smile.

“To family,” Luna raised her waterskin.

“To family,” Ollivander agreed, tapping his own water skin against hers. The two sat in silence for a few more minutes before Luna began to worry. The dwarves had been gone for a while now. Surely they should have found Bilbo by now if they were going to.

“It’s been an hour now, should we go look for our friends?” Luna asked, looking worriedly into the dark trees.

“Yes I think we should; they have been gone far too long,” Ollivander agreed and they both rose to their feet and set off into the dark.

“Lumos,” Luna lit the tip of her wand along with Ollivander. The two walked out into the woods looking around for any sign or sound of their party. They shouldn’t be too hard to find, the dwarves rivaled the Weasley boys in terms of volume. That made her frown, Ginny had been her best friend since childhood, the burrow and Luna’s home only had a field between them. Luna being an only child and Ginny being the only girl the two had obviously become close.

They walked for another five minutes when they saw the golden glow of a campfire. That wasn’t a good sign if a group of 13 had gone missing.

“I think that’s where we need to go,” Ollivander intoned, noticing the flame too.

They crept closer, canceling the light of their Wanda so they wouldn’t alert any potential dangers. Once they got to the mouth of a clearing their eyes widened. Bilbo was being held in the air by a fully grown troll. There were three trolls to be exact, each one more ugly and grotesque than the next. Luna steeled herself, noticing the dwarves were all stuffed in bags looking miserable. Her eyes met Kili's and she brought a finger to her lips, and begged with her eyes for him to keep quiet. Bilbo was engaging with the creatures offering advice on how to prepare dwarves for supper.

“Mr. Ollivander I’m going to stun the one holding Mr. Bilbo,” Luna informed her friend.

“STUPEFY!!!!” Twin voices shouted and two of the three monster’s fell. Bilbo scurried out of the fallen troll’s grasp and began freeing the dwarves. It took the last troll a long moment to realize his brothers had fallen.

“Witch!” The troll bellowed and started to lumber towards her. Luna straightened her stance and aimed her wand.

“Stupefy!” She shouted one more time and the monster fell into unconsciousness. She had let him get too close though and he was falling fast towards her with great speed.

Before fear could even register though she was tackled out of the way with a squeak. She looked to her side and saw a weary Thorin. She let out a sigh of relief, the danger and adrenaline fading.

“Thank you, that would have hurt” she gasped catching her breath. She observed the bulk of the troll and surmised that the monster must way near five hundred pounds.

“We would have all been a troll’s dinner without you little Wizard,” The stately dwarf shared with her a rare smile.

“I told you I’m more than just a little girl,” Luna’s musical laughter filled the air and soon Ollivander and Thorin’s own joined as well.

“That spell won’t work forever, we need to go,” She said as one of the trolls gave a great snore.

“Yes we best make our way to camp, the sun will be rising in an hour and they won’t have time to escape. They will be stone before we finish packing to leave” Thorin noted.

“Incarcerous,” Ollivander’s voice rose above the excitement and a magical rope rose up to bind the trolls.

“There even if they wake prematurely they shall not be able to go very far,” Ollivander chuckled.

The party of wizards, dwarves and one exhausted hobbit made their way back to camp. Once they were back they saw an amused Gandalf smoking happily on his pipe.

“Get a bit of rest we set off at dawn,” Thorin barked and everyone hunkered down though sleep remained elusive after all the excitement.

“I did find some useful things at the camp though, it couldn’t hurt to have more weapons,” Bilbo’s voice spoke after everyone had become quiet. Everyone saw him lay down a bundle they hadn’t realized he had been carrying.

“These are of elvish make,” Gandalf hummed inspecting the weapons. Luna hadn’t heard that they had elves in this world yet, and decided she would like to learn more about them when she got a chance. She wondered if they were like house elves, she liked house elves. They always tried to sneak them an extra portion when no one was looking even if it meant they had to punish themselves later.

“You are quite a good burglar,” Dwalin chuckled, admiring the finely made weapons.

“Yes I think we need to make a detour to Rivendell after all, we will be able to properly rest there too,” Gandalf muttered to himself.

“You would have us seek refuge with our enemies? We have to make it to the mountain by durin’s day,” Thorin grumbled.

“It will only delay us a day. We are only a two hour ride from the elvish settlement. They have the answers we seek.” Gandalf spoke leaving no room for argument. Thorin finally agreed and everyone hunkered down and rested for the next hour.

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Luna had just begun to nod off when Thorin’s booming voice bellowed for everyone to get ready to make way. He made it obvious to all that he was not enthusiastic about going to see the elves. So with a long yawn she rose stretching her stiffened limbs. She looked around with tired eyes trying to slowly blink the lure of sleep away. Ollivander got up shortly after her with a groan as his old bones creaked and protested. Luna was struck with a thread of guilt yet again. It had been selfish of her to drag him onto an expedition. Captivity had been hard on his body and he deserved to sleep in a warm bed. Not a bed roll on the forest floor.

Shaking her intrusive thoughts away she and Ollivander climbed back onto their horse. It wasn’t another hour and the company was on their way. They passed through the clearing from the night before and there was an audible sigh of relief at the sight of three stone trolls who looked to be in mid struggle with their bindings when the sun rose.

“We did pretty good work,” Ollivander hummed as they cantered past the odd statues.

“I quite agree, I would almost feel sorry for them if they weren’t man eaters,” Luna said, taking in the pitiful bound stone statues.

“You have a kind heart Luna,” Ollivander chuckled, for only Luna could feel empathy for a troll.

The next two hours went by in a blur of greenery. She was surprised when the odd group was halted by two tall armor clad warriors. Gandalf took this as his que rode to the front bringing his horse level with Thorin’s pony.

“Mae Govannen, Elrohir, Elladan,” Gandalf greeted the warriors with a warm familiarity in a strange language.

“Mae Govannen Mithrandir,” came the twin replies reminding Luna distinctly of the Weasley twins. She wasn’t able to get a solid look at them as she was towards the back of the line and sitting behind Ollivander.

“Who are your friends?” One of the warrior’s questioned though his posture had taken on a more relaxed state.

“We request an audience with your father and accommodations for the day. I’m afraid we have been up all night fighting trolls,” Gandalf chuckled “I would like to introduce you to Thorin Oakenshield son of Thrain son of Thror”

“Well Met Thorin. Our father is out at the moment but he should be back soon,” one of the twins replied, well Luna assumed they were twins she couldn’t get a good look to confirm.

“We shall escort you to Imladris,” the other one addressed Gandalf again.

So the group set off again and it was long before they came to an opening and she finally got a good look at where they were going. The city was beautiful and fit perfectly within the trees like they themselves had a say in the design. Luna couldn’t help but be a bit starstruck by the beauty. She had thought the hobbit holes were unique and beautiful but that was in the way she thought the burrow unique and beautiful. Rivendell was stunning in the way you would imagine a fairy’s house would be.

“It is beautiful isn’t it,” Ollivander chuckled in front of her.

“I’ve never seen such beauty, maybe we could visit again after our adventure,” She let out a bell-like laugh. She didn’t see the twin warriors Elrohir and Elladan freeze slightly looking around. Surely none of the dwarves could have such musical laughter.

They finally made it through the gates of the city riding up to a grand house. They all dismounted and were met by someone else, and this time Luna got a better look. The man wore a silver circlet upon his head and his shiny dark hair fell around his shoulders like fine silk thread.

“Mae Govannen Mithrandir,” The man spoke with a smile at the Wizard.

“Mae Govannen Lindir, we have come to speak with Lord Elrond,” Gandalf informed the Elf.

“I’m afraid Lord Elrond rode out early this morning,” Lindir replied, turning slightly to get a better look at the dwarves. That was when Luna caught sight of his ear, it came to a soft point and was shaped exactly like hers. Before anyone could respond the sound of a horn broke through the serene air and her ears were assaulted by the sound of galloping hooves.

Another elf rode in with gleaming armor and long dark hair. He was flanked by two guards carrying flags with what she assumed was the man’s symbol. The dwarves seemed to panic and Gloin pushed her to the center of the group. She had been a bit offended when they had excluded her in the forest but it was almost endearing how protective the dwarves had become of her.

“Le suilon, Mithrandir,” The elf in armor greeted Gandalf in the same musical language.

“Le Suilon, Mellon nin,” Gandalf replied and Luna had to wonder if this elf was named melon like the fruit.

“It seems something has drawn Orcs close to our borders, we had to go take care of them,” The elf gave Gandalf a pointed look.

“I apologize my friend, I'm afraid that was us,” Gandalf answered the regal elf with a touch of sheepishness.

“Thorin, son of Thrain. I am glad to meet you,” Thorin looked perturbed by the greeting.

“We have not met, Master Elf” Luna couldn’t help but think his voice sounded a touch petulant.

“I knew your grandfather. You have his countenance, I am Lord Elrond” Thorin relaxed a bit at this but said nothing.

The elf turned to Gandalf and spoke in the same language again and Thorin tensed along with everyone else, save her and Mr. Ollivander. Noise of dissent and offense began to swell amongst the dwarves.

“You threaten our King,” Dwalin puffed up his grip tightening on his battle axe.

“He offered you food and shelter,” Gandalf told the dwarf and gave him a withering look. At this Luna could no longer contain herself a soft giggle escaped her lips. She suspected that the Lord had done this on purpose since the Dwarves were being overly defensive in their presence.

As if in slow motion all of the elves' heads jerked towards where she was standing. Her eyes went wide and she worried that she may have made a terrible social faux pas. She tried not to let it bother her too much, her cork necklace and radish earrings were considered social faux pas back home and that hadn’t stopped her. The elf Lord Elrond’s eyes went wide with surprise and his mouth mimicked a fish.

“Mithrandir you did not inform us you had an Elfling with your party,” Elrond shot Gandalf a strange look and Gandalf looked befuddled.

“I thought she was an elfling at first but I figured no elfling would be traveling with an old Wizard. They claim to not be from this world,” Gandalf explained to the confused Elf.

“Did you come from the undying lands child,” Elrond asked softly, coming closer to her. His eyes studied her with age old focus and wisdom. There was a flash of recognition in his eyes as he peered at her.

“No, we came from earth in a completely different dimension. You may be right about me being an elf though, my ears resemble yours greatly. No one where I was from had ears like mine so I have grown used to hiding them,” She explained tucking a white blonde lock behind the point of her ear. Now it was the dwarves turn to gasp.

“Tell me, child, how old are you? I would assume you to be in your sixtieth summer, we have known of no new birth since Prince Legolas five hundred years ago,” Elrond pondered and Luna was surprised by how old he thought she was.

“I am only seventeen summers,” Luna replied with wide eyes. She had not expected this, nor had Mr. Ollivander judging by the way his hand tightened on her shoulder.

“Seventeen….seventeen summers. That is impossible,” Lord Elrond was muttering to himself. Luna blinked slowly at him and began to take in the various expressions worn by the dwarves. Thorin looked weary and a touch suspicious, but most of the dwarves wore expressions of shock or bewilderment.

“Mithrandir, I think we should take this somewhere more comfortable for discussion. Lindir will take the rest of the party to the dining halls.” Lord Elrond spoke his voice soft.

“Um sir, would you be able to let Mr. Ollivander see a healer? You see we’ve been in captivity and he was there much longer than I was,” Luna asked with her expressive blue eyes gleaming.

“Captivity?” The elf asked sharply “yes my sons will take him to the halls of healing. If you were in captivity you need to see a healer too after our conversation,”

Lord Elrond’s expression looked pained and drawn. Luna didn’t know that Elfling’s were very rare and highly protected, even ones that were nearly of age. So for one to speak so casually of captivity nearly brought him to his knees. The war in Britain had desensitized everyone who lived there, if you live around senseless brutality long enough it eventually stops surprising you. Sure good people still thought it was detestable but most of the time they were just grateful their loved ones were alive at all to be rescued.

“Okay,” Luna lifted her shoulders in a shrug.

“Send your patronus if you’re in trouble dearie,” Ollivander told the girl before allowing himself to be led away.

Luna followed after Gandalf and Elrond, taking in the sights of the beautiful city they had been brought to. Luna had never entertained the idea that she would meet people that were like herself. Nor had she thought that she would live so long that a sixty year old would be considered a minor. Lord Elrond had led them into a comfortable looking study with beautifully carved wooden furniture. They all sat down and there was a long uncomfortable silence that permeated the air.

“Do you know anything about your birth family?” Elrond asked gently.

“No I didn't even know there were elves until just recently,” Luna answered honestly.

“The only elves we had where I came from were tiny creatures standing shorter than a hobbit. They had powerful magic but would much rather be doing housework,” Luna continued. They were both looking at her with large eyes now and looked like they wanted to ask more questions. They didn’t though, there were far more important questions to be answered, such as who Luna’s biological family were.

“I may have some suspicions, where Thorin has his grandfather’s bearing. You child, remind me very much of an Elf I once knew. She was killed in an Orc attack along with her unborn child. Eluriel had been close to term and her family was never able to find her body. A tragedy twice over.” Lord Elrond’s voice was solemn. Luna had always wondered about her birth mother, but she hadn't really missed her. How do you miss something that you never knew? Her birth family had always been an abstract idea, people she thought would be nice to meet but no one that she would seek out or waste time trying to find.

“You could be the Queen’s twin, I don't know how I missed it,” Gandalf murmured and he was studying her with newly enlightened eyes.

“Queen?” She asked her already wide doe eyes growing even larger. Once she had gotten a good look at the elves in Rivendell she had been sure that she was one. She never even thought about being royalty. She had always lived a simple life with her father, in a little cottage.

“Yes, Queen Eluriel of Mirkwood, wife of the Elven King of the Woodland Elves, Thranduil Oropherion. It’s actually rather easy to confirm your parentage as the Queen’s unborn child would have been the last to be born, and you are certainly the youngest elf I’ve seen in many centuries,” Elrond spoke and suddenly Luna felt a great deal of pressure. She didn’t know how to be a princess or an elf. She wasn’t even that great at being a respectable witch. She had only ever been good at being Luna.

“What did the Queen look like, I’ve had the same dream of a screaming woman and a baby crying since I can remember,” Luna asked hesitantly, she couldn’t be having dreams of her birth though could she. That seemed impossible, babies minds didn’t hold onto things like that.

“Did she have white blonde hair, even lighter than my own and eyes that looked like starlight,” Luna didn’t know how to explain the woman’s eye color. Starlight is the closest thing she could compare them to.

“The Valar gave you a vision. Yes that is most certainly Eluriel,” Elrond murmured.

“So I have a family?” Luna asked. Now that she might have the chance to know her family or at least part of it.

“Yes you have your father and an elder brother Legolas,” Elrond smiled softly at the girl. Luna didn’t even know how to process this information. Luna wondered what they were like was her father like Papa. She reasoned he probably wasn't, someone couldn't be as scatter-brained and forgetful as Papa and be a king. The quibbler wouldn't even have a chance to get published on time if Luna didn't help with the editing.

“I believe we need to call for Thorin, you will have to pass through your father’s kingdom to get to the lonely mountain perhaps we might make the journey more bearable,” the older elf smiled at her. Elrond sent for a guard to fetch the dwarven king and bring him to the study. Thorin arrived a short time later, you could feel his discomfort flowing off him in waves.

“Thorin thank you for sitting with us, it seems we have made quite the discovery,” Elrond started and Thorin let out an undignified snort.

“Yes, why didn’t you tell us you were an Elf, Lady Luna?” Thorin asked and Luna could hear the hurt in his voice. She had grown close with most of the dwarves and she knew it seemed like she had been lying.

“Well I didn’t know I was an elf until we arrived if that helps,” Luna shrugged and Thorin couldn’t help but release a bark like laugh.

“That would explain a lot. You don't act like an elf, they all seem to have their noses in the air,” Thorin chuckled and Gandalf shot him a glare.

“She’s not just an elf Thorin, she is a daughter of Thranduil,” Elrond told him and stilled himself waiting for the inevitable reaction. Thorin’s face grew stormy and cold.

“That’s impossible! Lady Luna is kind and brave; she could not be the daughter of that cowardly elf,” Thorin all but shouted and Luna looked surprised. She hadn’t thought that Thorin would personally know her birth father. Elrond only sighed, pinching the bridge of his long elegant nose.

“We aren’t our parents. My friend had a godfather who came from a family of nothing but darkness and evil. Despite all this he was a good man and gave his life for his godson, he was killed by the hand of his own relative,” Luna spoke firmly.

“I still don’t like it” he grumbled, he had grown fond of the young girl and it was hard for the dwarf to fathom that she was related to his greatest rival.

“Luna will probably make your passage through Mirkwood a lot easier. If I know the woodland king he would be likely to throw you in the dungeons for trespassing rather than help you. The sylvan elves sealed their borders after the Queen died and they don’t take kindly to strangers.” Gandalf pointed out.

“I don’t know that it is such a great idea trying to steal from a dragon either. I doubt Thranduil would find it any more appealing than I do. He has been to battle with a dragon before and still bears those scars,” Elrond pointed out. He could sympathize with the dwarves' plight, no one should be forced from their homeland. Dragons were nigh impossible to defeat and one should never wake one.

“Dragon! There will be a dragon?” Luna asked and was finally a bit more enthused. Her best subject was care of magical creatures in school.

“Yes, a very dangerous one,” Elrond told her, his eyes weary.

“Oh what type of dragon is it? I'm no expert but I may be able to help. My friend’s elder brother was a dragon keeper back home and I got to ask him loads of questions,” Luna was bright eyed. The adults in the room were all staring at her in horror though.

“You are a child, you won’t be going anywhere near the beast,” Thorin argued.

“I quite agree with Thorin for once, you are still yet an elfling and I would wager you have another forty years until you reach full maturity,” Elrond spoke, giving her a serious look.

“My friend Harry fought a Dragon when he was younger than I am. I am fully capable of helping. I am knowledgeable about most known and even some unknown magical creatures” Luna argued but it didn’t help her case. The adults looked even more horrified if at all possible.

“Well I am not your father but you are not fully grown. You will have to get the King’s permission,” Elrond said and Luna wasn’t stupid. She had heard that her birth father had been injured while fighting a dragon. There was no way he would let her anywhere near one. It also seemed that elves valued their children above all else. It seemed her days of wondering and doing as she pleased would be hampered.

“So we are to drop Luna off to safety in her father’s kingdom?” Thorin asked and Luna shot him a hurt look. She wasn’t a child to be dropped off anywhere. She decided she would meet her birth family and see how things went.

“I think that would be for the best. Of course as Luna here is not only an Elfling but also a princess, we will send you some of our finest warriors. I was thinking of my own sons and Lord Glorfindel,” Elrond told them.

“Thorin have you heard how Mr. Ollivander is doing” Luna changed the subject, she was actually starting to get annoyed. That didn’t happen often, but after going through what she’s been through it was difficult being treated like a small child.

“Shall we go find out, I wanted a healer to look you over anyway,” Elrond interjected before Thorin could answer. Luna had healed most of her injuries but even her magic wasn’t infallible.

“Thank you, he is like family to me,” Luna replied, giving a genuine smile. Elrond however froze at her phrasing.

“You have claimed your friend as a family member?” He asked surprised.

“Yes, we spent a long time with only each other for company. He is like the grandfather I wished I had growing up,” Luna smiled at the elf.

“Claiming a non elf as family is rather rare,” Elrond commented as they walked side by side to the healing halls.

“Why?” She asked curiously “do they not have adoption in this land?”

“It’s rare but not unheard of, I myself only have half elven blood. When an elf accepts someone as family and declares it aloud that person is recognized by the Valar as elf-kin. It doesn’t change their blood or life span but it does allow them access to the undying lands. If they arrive at the undying lands before they perish they will live there uninterrupted and in their prime for the rest of their days,” Elrond spoke.

“That’s amazing!” Luna said brightly.

“Yes but when it comes to a spouse it can be a blessing and a curse. My mother fell for a mortal man and as such I was the equivalent of a ten year old mortal when she and my father had to sail for Valinor or risk being separated in the afterlife,” Elrond’s voice had a tinge of sadness to it.

“That is sad, I lost the woman who I thought of as a mother when I was only nine. My papa was never the same,” Luna shared with a sad sort of smile on her face.

“We have spoken enough about the darkness in the world, the Valar have given us a great gift by bringing you back to us,” Elrond spoke a bit brighter. He was happy he could only imagine the happiness that Thranduil would feel having his daughter brought back to him. A daughter he thought dead along with her mother.

They walked a bit further in silence and finally came to the healing halls. The hall was light and airy with many windows and white gauzy curtains. She wished the hospitals on earth were as peaceful as this. Sometimes being in a peaceful place was just as healing as other measures. Ollivander was in a clean change of clothes and laid up in the plush bed. The elf tending to him turned and smiled as they walked up.

“My healer doesn't think I am in good enough shape to continue this expedition,” He told Luna when he saw her giving her one of his odd smiles.

“Mr. Ollivander you are underweight and malnourished,” The healer rolled her eyes.

“Lady Eilia has been a healer for over two millenia now, I think there is merit to her advice,” Elrond told Garrick diplomatically.

“Luna here was also held with Mr. Ollivander where they came from I would like you to have a look at her as well,” He continued and the healer turned to face her. The healer’s eyes went wide when she saw that Luna was an Elleth.

“An Elfling kept prisoner?” She questioned sharply. Luna was coming to think of ‘elfling’ in the same way she thought of people calling her ‘looney’. It didn’t bother her per say but it wasn't exactly welcome. In the wizarding world she was considered an adult, barely an adult but still an adult. The healer handed her a bundle of soft white clothing for her to change into. Luna changed and was directed to another bed.
The healer began checking her over with a a practiced ease. She noted the healed scars from where Luna had healed herself. Most of what was wrong with Luna at this point wasnt physical though. The torture she indured had left mental scars and made her nightmares more frequent. She also suspected nerve damage from heavy use of the cruciatus curse.

“It looks like most wounds were healed well, did Mr. Ollivander help you?” The Healer asked.

“With some that I couldn't reach, yes, we both have the same magic though” Luna told the healer whose eyes widened again. Elrond, who was standing nearby also looked surprised.

“You were blessed with magic?” Elrond asked.

“Yes, I can heal most things with a bit of magic. I may have nerve damage though I was held under a very dark curse that can affect the nerves,” Luna explained. The school may have thought her crazy but she wasn't put in Ravenclaw for nothing. She was knowledgeable in a lot of different subjects.

“You will have to show us some of your magic,” Lord Elrond smiled at her.

“After I treat my patient,” The healer shot Lord Elrond a look reminiscent of Madam Pomfrey. “There isn't much that we can do to directly heal the nerve damage but you can relieve the symptoms with this salve. It is made from peppers so don't get it in your eyes. You simply apply it to the area where you’re having nerve pain. Your body should heal the actual damage in its own time,” The healer handed her a good sized jar of cream.

“Thank you Lady Eilia,” Luna thanked the kind-faced healer.

The rest of the night wasn't quite as exciting as when they first arrived. Luna talked to Ollivander, who assured her that he would be perfectly fine with the elves. He also told her that you can never have too much family and that meeting her birth father and brother would in no way be replacing the parents that raised her. It was something that had been weighing on her for a while. She would probably never see her Papa again, he would be left without a wife or daughter. Luna prayed to whatever power was out there that they kept an eye on him and that he could be happy. So Luna fell into a wonderfully deep sleep in a comfortable feather bed.

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Luna awoke to bright sunlight filtering in through gauzy white curtains. She was tucked safely into a cloud like bed that she could wallow in forever. She knew that was impossible, she had an expedition to complete. She was sad that Mr. Ollivander wouldn't be coming with her but he deserved a much needed rest and Luna couldn't think of a better place to heal and rest than rivendell. It was like the entire settlement was under massive calming charm. Even the dwarves had been more subdued than what was normal for the boisterous group. She had been relieved that they had not held her parentage against her. They still treated her like Luna, despite any ill will they held against her Adar.

The elves had been kind enough to teach her the elvish word for father the night before. They had heard her confiding to one of the dwarves that it would get confusing calling two men father. It had been Elladan, one of Lord Elrond’s sons who had given her the word. She had since started calling Thranduil Adar in her head trying to become used to the new word. He had promised to teach her more Sindarin which was the name of the language of elves on their trip.

She brought out of her lost in thought state from a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” She called and the door swung open. She was greeted by Arwen who was Elrond’s youngest child and only daughter. One would think that it would make her spoiled and much like Draco Malfoy, yet Arwen remained sweet. Luna felt that if they had more time to spend together they would grow into fast friends. True friends were rare for Luna; she really only had three in school, Ginny who had been her friend since childhood, Harry who had bonded with her over the mutual loss of a parent, and Neville who would help her search for her missing items when others would only laugh. She had other acquaintances but their friendship had always felt forced like they were only claiming friendship out of pity or obligation.

“Hello Luna, I've brought you a set of traveling clothes,” Arwen smiled.

“Thank you, Bilbo’s mother’s dress wasn't the best for travel,” She laughed.

“I have to say I am a bit jealous Iwould love to travel, even if only to Lothlorien to see my grandmother,” Arwen confided.

“Why can’t you travel?” Luna asked curiously, Arwen looked fully grown to her.

“After my naneth was killed by raiding orcs Ada hasn’t let me,” She explained.

“You are an adult though,” Luna exclaimed, surprised.

“Yes but it's customary to listen to one's parents until you’re married, my brothers still defer to ada as well” Arwen explained with a laugh.

“It’s much different where I was raised, I was once gone for a full week until my father realized I wasn’t at home” Luna explained, her father was a bit odd though. She was sure that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would know sooner than that if one of their flock was gone that long. Judging from Arwen’s horrified expression, it was unfathomable to her.

“I am so sorry Luna, Ada would know I was missing if I missed even one meal,” Arwen’s voice was strained.

“It’s quite alright. I was only at my friend’s home at the time visiting, My Papa loses track of time quite easily. With me being gone away at school nine months out of the year it’s easy to forget,” Luna laughed as Arwen helped her get dressed. Something she said had given Arwen reason to pause again.

“What do you mean gone away at school for nine months, does your father not take care of your education?” Arwen asked, looking appalled.

“Yes where I am from the year of your eleventh summer you start going away to a boarding school to be educated. We live with other boys and girls our own age for seven years until our education is finished and we are adults. We get the summer off though and that time is spent at home with your parents,” Luna explained fully dressed now. Arwen had started braiding her long hair back in what Luna supposed was a traditional elvish fashion.

“Luna I am in grief, eleven is young for even a human child, the place you’ve been forced to live sounds absolutely barbaric,” Arwen explained expressing her sadness.

“It’s not for us though it's only a matter of culture, things you find normal are barbaric to me as well,” Luna said, giving her new found friend a comforting hug. She had not meant to upset Arwen the way she had.

“I hope you come to love Arda as we do,” Arwen said and Luna felt like she could eventually learn to love the home she had never known. She was glad she still had her magic, Lord Elrond had told her it had probably been a gift from the Valar to help her find a good home where she was from.

“I think in time I will. It's nice not being alone and currently there is no threat of war,” Luna hummed and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a pair of soft suede like leather leggings and long velvety tunic that was colored in a deep forest green with gold embellishments.

“The green and gold are the traditional colors of your father’s kingdom,” Arwen told her and Luna smiled.

“I hope you get to do some traveling soon Lady Arwen,” Luna told her and Arwen laughed.

“I shall, we elves live so long that time passes differently, and lady Luna please call me Arwen. I would like to think of us as friends,” Arwen told her.

“Only if you will call me Luna,” Luna answered.

The two walked down to breakfast where everyone would have one last meal before the group of dwarves, elves, and one hobbit would set off for the road. She took a seat between Arwen and her brother Elrohir.

“Lady Luna I would like to introduce you to Lord Glorfindel,” Elladan who was seated beside his brother and another elf with hair the color of spun gold.

“It is an honor to make your acquaintance milady,” The overly handsome man smiled at her and Luna couldn’t help but think that the man gave Lockhart, who was professor during her first year a run for his money.

“It is an honor to meet you as well, and please all of you call me Luna. We shall be on a long journey together and it will be easier,” She grinned.

“Wait till ye see her magic, she and her friend give Gandalf a run for his money,” Gloin who she had become close to along with Fili and Kili proclaimed.

“Would you mind showing us some magic again,” Kili asked excitedly, the younger dwarves having become quite enamored with her magic.

“Nori you have a broken nose, correct?” She asked, noticing the odd angle the dwarf’s nose was bent at.

“Yes little Ori had a mean head butt as a dwarfling,” The dwarf chuckled and his punter brother blushed scarlet.

“Brackium emendo” She waved her wand at the dwarf’s nose and everyone gasped in surprise at the crack as his nose corrected itself.

“That is amazing,” Lord Elrond spoke from the head of the table.

“What else can you do?” Elladan’s voice was excited by the magic.

“She can do just about anything!” Fili announced “She even produced live birds from her little stick”

“They weren’t truly alive, they only seemed alive,” She corrected with a chuckle and performed the spell for them again, yellow canaries spurting from her wand.

“You were gifted by the valar that is for certain,” Lord Glorfindel spoke as his eyes followed the birds flitting about the room before she dismissed the spell.

“I heard you were gifted as well,” Luna asked, remembering what Lord Elrond had told her the night before.

“Yes I was chosen to be reborn after dying in battle,” He said, giving her a warm smile. His story seemed a lot like Harry's; she was sure he would like to hear the story of the boy who lived.

“Remind me to tell you the story of my friend Harry when we have time, it is a long story but he is like you in many ways it seems.” Luna gave the golden elf her signature dreamy smile.

“I would like to hear it,” He answered, giving her a blinding smile. Luna felt her heart flutter a bit, she wondered if wrackspurts were affecting her, she had never been affected like this before. She hadn’t seen any recently but they could be affecting her, she wished she had her spectre-specs. She could see them without them but they helped her do so without having to concentrate.

“Do you have nargles or wrackspurts here Lord Elrond,” She couldn’t help but ask as she ate her breakfast.

“Not that I know of but they might be known under a different name, maybe you could describe them,” The elder elf asked.

“Well nargles tend to congregate around a plant called mistletoe, they are known to be quite sneaky and like to hide your items from you only for the items to be in a place you wouldn’t find them. Wrackspurts however like to make your brain go fuzzy and make you do things that are out of character.” Luna explained and Lord Elrond’s eyes grew wide at her descriptions.

“Very few can see the being’s you speak of, we know them as the woodland spirits. I can count on one hand the amount of people I have met who can see them. Lady Galadriel, my wife, and your own Adar could see them, it is a gift.” Lord Elrond smiled at the girl who looked at him with wide dreamy eyes. She seemed to be a freak of nature even in her home world. She supposed she was glad that the elves saw it as a gift and didn’t think she was ‘looney’.

“Did you know that I helped my human father develop glasses that allowed him to see them too” Luna told the lord wishing she had her spectre specs so she could allow the others to view the world as she did.

“That is an amazing accomplishment,” the elder elf’s eyes were wide with wonder.

“I hate to cut this short but we really do need to be getting on the road if we were to make it to the mountain by Durin’s Day” Thorin spoke though he didn’t sound nearly as sour and grumpy as he had been the day before. The dwarves and elves of Rivendell were starting to grow on each other. Lord Elrond had however been horrified to find the dwarves bathing in one of his fountains.

“Of course I shall see your party off,” Lord Elrond smiled kindly.

The odd party set off in the middle of morning Luna was in line behind gloin with the Elves acting as her personal guard riding behind her. She had never ridden a horse alone before but it was a great deal easier than riding the skeletal forms of the thestrals. Despite this ride being a great deal more comfortable she still found that she much preferred riding thestrals. That may only be because they could fly, but she also felt a connection to the misunderstood creatures being a misunderstood creature herself.

It was on the second day that they approached the mountains and they were forced to leave their horses and ponies behind as they couldn’t make the journey. Shrinking charms and as well as featherlight charms helped ease the burden of losing their steeds. Luna wasn’t content though she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach the higher they climbed. She had a sense that something was wrong. Something about the mountains felt more alive than they should be. Before she could voice her concerns a great rumbling echoed through the valleys made by the mountains. The earthquake was strong and swift. Luna felt like the entire mountain was coming apart beneath her feet. Much to her surprise the mountain was in fact coming apart.

A scream ripped itself from Luna’s throat and she felt herself being grabbed around the middle just before she would have plummeted to her death. She looked up to see who her savior was and gave Elladan a grateful smile.

Surprisingly everyone made it out with little more than scrapes and bruises. Luna was able to heal those rather quickly as well. They were all huddled in the safety of a little cave for the night. Luna still had her sinking feeling of danger but they were between a rock and a hard ace. It would be tantamount suicide trying to make their way down the mountain with it being night and the rock giants still battling.

“I have to say Lady Luna, that as impressive as your little yellow birds were, your healing abilities are much more impressive,” Lord Glorfindel told her as she healed a good sized gash on his arm.

“Thank you, with the war back home it was necessary to know at least the most basic of healing charms,” She said and the golden haired man frowned. None of the elves were even remotely okay with the idea that an underage elf had been fighting in a dangerous war.

“Tell us a war story Lassie” One of the dwarves called Nori called out after hearing her bring it up.

“No, she is still an elf, she should have never been involved in a war. We were blessed that she wasn’t more traumatized than she already is.” Elrohir spoke vehemently, taking offense at her being asked such a question.

“It’s okay Elrohirr, I don’t mind speaking about it, they say it can actually help if you talk to someone about your experiences.” Luna told him with her wide dreamy eyes were serene.

“Only if you’re comfortable,” Elladan said, giving the dwarves a disgruntled glare.

“Do you want to hear about my first battle? I was only fourteen at the time,” Luna asked and Lord Glorfindel choked looking at the little girl horrified.

“Tell us Lady wizard,” Kili looked to be on the edge of his seat.

Luna proceeded to tell them about the battle at the ministry where she and a group of children had followed another child blindly into battle with the darkest wizard in over a century. If the Elves had been horrified before they were sick now. Even the dwarves looked uneasy as she spoke about the dangers she faced and what grown men and women were willing to do to children.

“You are brave indeed milady,” Lord Glorfindel still looked disturbed by her story and the way she told it in the calmest voice like it didn’t affect her at all.

“I just did what any decent person would do,” She replied. He knew telling her that no, not even most decent people would follow a teenager into battle simply because it was the right thing to do, would fall on deaf ears.

They told happier stories after that and almost everyone was asleep. Luna had just fallen asleep to the sounds of Bilbo Baggins talking about leaving as he felt unwelcome when the floor quite literally fell out from under her.