Chapter 8

"Of course." He replied. Slipping his bow back into place, he followed her down the opposite side of the rock that they'd come up, this side far easier to climb without magic than the other. Once they'd reached flat ground, she led him for about a mile away from the lake. They stopped when they came to a wall made completely of tightly knit vines, all covered in different types of flowers.

"Stay away from the wall please, some of these flowers aren't very nice." Just as the words left her mouth, a beautiful purple and yellow flower about the size of his hand, sprung out at Legolas, opening up to reveal razor sharp silver teeth. He moved away from the vicious looking plant and watched as Hermione, wand pointed at the wall, said, "Where only angels dare to tread." The vines slithered away from where she'd pointed to show a small wooden door in a stone wall.

The door was only about a meter and a half tall and half a meter wide. As he bent and passed through the door after Hermione, he thanked his ancestors for the inherited trait of slenderness. Once they got inside, he didn't think of heritage or anything else for that matter. The assorted flowers, waterfalls, ponds, trees, animals, everything about the place captured him with their beauty. It reminded him of his home. "It's beautiful here." He whispered, as not to break the serene mood that had befallen him. "It's almost like my homeland."

Hermione smiled at him. "When you told me about it, I thought of this place. I found it, or rather it found me when I was fifteen years old and in my fifth year here at Hogwarts'. I loved it immediately, well, immediately after I figured out how to get in. I touched one of the flowers on accident once and ended up in the hospital for about a week while the poison was being extracted from my veins."

"Oh, I would hate that," Legolas started as she led him over to a group of large stones with words burned onto them. "Being locked up in a room for a week." He copied her motions and sat beside her on one of the stones. "How were you able to stand such a thing?"

"When it happened, I had just gotten the letter telling me that my grandparents had died." She studied her hands as though they held some infinite knowledge. "My parents and nearly all of my other relatives were killed by the dark wizard Voldemort earlier that summer, while I got away, so my grandparents were my legal guardians and my only remaining family. All of that combined made me a little-I really can't believe I'm telling you this." She cut herself off abruptly.

"Made you a little what?" Legolas asked, his voice soft and his eyes gentle, not judging.

"You're probably going to think I'm nuts." He wasn't quite sure what 'nuts' meant, but he had a pretty clear idea that it wasn't a good thing. So, as reassurance, he shook his head. Sighing, she finished her original sentence. "Everything that was happening made me a little. crazy. My mind and my body were both numb and I just wanted to, I don't know, sleep." He gazed at her for a long while, and finally, after staring almost shyly at the flowers around the edge of the rock, she asked, "What?"

"I just have trouble picturing anyone wanting to hurt you." He explained softly. She looked up at him through her lashes and bit her bottom lip. After that, they stayed in the garden talking, and Legolas was surprised at feeling so relaxed, until the sun started to drop down and the light began to leave.

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Author's Note: Thank you everyone! I hope you liked my Hermione's own little "secret garden". Review please!!!

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