A Romantic Friendship D/C: I don't own Harry Potter & related characters, or even Legolas Greenleaf (aww.!@#$!) they belong to people with lawyers, attorneys and copyrights so please don't sue me (besides I'm low on cash at the moment!) anyways please review

I came into a long room with 6 tables adorned with golden plates, surrounded by students of all ages. I am Lyn of the Elven. I carry the usual characteristics of most of my people, pale, pale blonde hair, running down my back; trademark light skin and sparkling blue eyes. An aged man strolls out and stands before a woman holding a patched and frayed hat. He speaks, " Welcome to Hogwarts, all. Before we proceed with the Sorting, I have a few announcements to deliver. For those who do not know, Hogwarts used to be open to all students, humans, Elven, hobbits, and dwarves. But that all changed when He-who-shall-not-be-named came into power over 20 years ago. However, that all changed with his downfall, which brought forth a new respect for the families of your fellow classmates. You are now allowed to re-join the ranks of your fellow classmates. That is why the extra table is here. If there are any questions, feel free to ask me. Now let the Sorting commence!" The female begins speaking. "Greenleaf, Legolas" He came forth, a charming Elven, stands beside the stool and pulled on the ancient-looking hat. From a rip on the brim, a voice speaks loudly. "Fifth year, Griffindor." He got up and took a seat at a table with a crimson banner, yielding a goldenrod lion. "Lyons, Lyn" was called by Professor McGonagall. I stepped up and pulled the fashion statement- wannabe on. " Hmmm.not a bad mind.brave and kindhearted.tough decision," loomed a voice in my head. "How about.5th year Griffindor!" I take it off and hand it to Professor McGonagall. I sit next to my lifelong friend, Legolas. "Congratulations," we chorused to each other. I stare into these eyes I hadn't noticed before. Crystalline blue with a slight hint of indigo fill my sights. "Legolas, this is going to be a great year." "It sure will," he says, with a killer smile.