A/N: My sister Lauren (aka Beboots) gave me the original idea for this fic,
but she wouldn't write it, soooo I stole it. ^_^
Tolkien owns Galadriel and anything related to Middle Earth, whereas Rowling owns Harry Potter's world and stuff.
IMPORTANT NOTE:
". . ." is speech. '. . .' is thought . . . is elvish or maybe another language ~. . .~ is a telepathic message ~*~ is a change of scene or POV (Point Of View)
Sunrise over the hills outside Mirkwood. However, the rider currently passing over them did not pause to admire its beauty. Normally she would of, for she had all the time in the world. But she was on an urgent mission, one that had to be handled personally.
Lady Galadriel of Lothlórien was that rider and her mission was with King Thranduil of Mirkwood concerning the elfs passage over the sea. The War of the Ring was over, and with it went the Age of the Elves. There was no other reason that the elves should delay their journey.
The elven lady passed into the outskirts of Mirkwood. As she drew deeper and deeper into the trees, she noticed a subtle change. Nothing any mortal would notice, but she was no mortal. Continuing on, she was slightly surprised that no Mirkwood elves had come to escort her to the city of Mirkwood. Surly they had not perceived her presence?
She got her answer when she came out of the forest. It was far too early. Instead of seeing the River Running, or perhaps the Lonely Mountains in the distance, there was a ruin of a mansion and a small hut. On closer inspection, the ruin was, in fact, a clever disguise. Using her spiritual sense, she took another look. It was a castle, in all its glory. Feeling for auras, she noticed just four in the whole establishment. One seemed to be in the small hut; the next, below the castle; another slightly higher; and finally a kindly aura, one that Galadriel was strongly reminded of Gandalf, high above.
Galadriel decided that just sitting there on her horse wouldn't do any good, so she approached the castle at a trot. As she neared the front door, she slipped off her stead and whispered some elven words in his ear. The horse bowed his head, then galloped off to the forest, waiting to be called on again.
Walking up the stairs to the front door, she noted the enormous size of the castle, but found it odd that so few presences were located within or around it. She again wondered about the illusion of the ruined mansion . . . was this a secret headquarters for the Istari?
She entered the door and looked around. There were many suits of strange armor standing nearby, as well as many portraits. What was strange about these paintings, however, was the fact that they were moving! One of them, an old man sitting at a table, called out. "You here to see Headmaster Dumbledore, then?" but without waiting for Galadriel' s 'yay' or 'nay', he continued, "Up the stairs, and down the right-side hall, behind the gargoyle. *" She nodded her thanks and headed in that direction. She wasn't entirely sure what a gargoyle was, but she soon found out.
After taking the paintings suggestion, ('Why am I listening to a painting?') she found a large, stone statue of what seemed to be a monster of some kind. It obviously didn't look like it was going to move any time soon, so she put her palm on it and closed her eyes, reaching out to the statue. In a moment, Galadriel moved her hand away, and the gargoyle jumped to the side, revealing a staircase that slowly winded upwards. She ascended the stairs, to fates unknown.
~*~
Headmaster Dumbledore wasn't having a good time. It was less than a few days until the students arrived on the train, and he still didn't have a suitable Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. He sighed. 'I suppose Professor Snape will finally get his wish.' But he really didn't want to have Severus teaching DADA, it was just a feeling he had.
It was then a knock came on the door. 'Oh, well, best tell Severus sooner than later, I suppose.' He called, "Come in!" It was only after that greeting that he noticed that was not Severus' 'no-nonsense' knock, or even Hagrid's booming knock, but a series of light taps. It was soon revealed who it was though.
In entered a stunningly beautiful woman. She seemed to radiate life and light. Dumbledore's first thought was that she was a Veela, or at part one, but no, that didn't do her justice. The Professor's next thought was how she got the password to his office, but instead, he cleared his throat. "May I help you?"
~*~
When Galadriel entered the room and saw Headmaster Dumbledore, her thoughts again went to Gandalf, but there were subtle differences in their appearances. (For one, Gandalf didn't wear half-moon spectacles!) He asked politely, "May I help you?"
"I should hope so." She replied. "You see, I was traveling in Mirkwood Forest but it seems I got a bit lost and I ended up just outside your castle. Can you tell where I am exactly?"
"Well, I've never heard of this 'Mirkwood' that you speak of-"
Here she interrupted. "Never heard of Mirkwood? Oh, dear . . . perhaps you know it as Greenwood or . . ." He just shook his head.
"You are currently at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in England."
"I have never heard of such a place."
"Who are you exactly? And for that matter, what are you?"
She looked startled, then amused. "I am Lady Galadriel of Lothórien. I am one of the Eldar, the First Born." Seeing his confused look, she clarified. "I am an elf."
It was his turn to look startled. "An elf? Surely you are joking!"
"No. What makes you say such a thing?"
He had a thoughtful look on his face. "Hmm. . . perhaps it's best I show you. Follow me." The Professor rose from his seat and went down the spiral staircase with Galadriel close behind.
~*~
She followed him down several flights of stairs and though many corridors, until they stood in front of a painting of a fruit bowl. He tickled the pear, and the painting swung open to reveal the kitchens, with dozens of house-elves about doing various chores. Galadriel was speechless to say the least. One of them, in mismatched clothing, ('The only one WITH clothing seems to not have a fashion sense. . . of course.' she noted), approached them. "Is there anything Dobby can get you, Professor Dumbledore, sir? Or you missus?"
"Not at the moment Dobby. Lady Galadriel just needed to see you."
The elven lady in question knelt down so she was at face-to-face with Dobby's huge expressive eyes. She held his gaze as she probed his mind. She learned many things; how he was mistreated my his old master, how 'the greatest wizard of all', Mister Harry Potter, was responsible for his freedom, and a great deal of other things; in fact, Dobby's whole life story.
Galadriel broke contact with his mind and spoke to him in Quenya. Dobby, do you know what I am?
Dobby looked amazed at the fact that some one knew the elven language. Are you not a witch? Like Miss Granger?**
I am not a witch, Dobby, though I do work magic. I am an elf, young one.
Dobby looked up and trembled, reverting back to English. "You is an ELF?!" This caught the attention of all the other house-elves.
Galadriel addressed the crowd. "Yes. I am an elf, though it seems not exactly your kind of elf. I rule over the elven forest of Lothlórien, with my husband, Lord Celeborn."
The house-elves were in awe and spoke to the lady for a long while.
~*~
Dumbledore had left while Galadriel was talking to the house-elves. Since they accepted her for what she said she was, he also now believed she was an elf. Not a house-elf, but it seems a different. . . breed, if you will.
~*~
When Galadriel left the kitchen, the chorus of 'goodbye's still ringing in her ears, she took a look around for the kindly Headmaster. Seeing that he was not in the immediate vicinity, she probed for his mind. It was back in his office. The problem was, she didn't remember where it was in relation to her position. She paused, trying to remember.
So deep in thought she was, that she didn't feel the mind of another approaching until she heard footsteps.
~*~
Professor Snape headed to Dumbledore's office to see if he had finally decided on a DADA teacher. He really hoped not. This was his, what. . .tenth year or so of applications?
He was walking down the hallway to the kitchens, when he noticed a large light shining from around the corner. He quickened his pace, for, judging by the size of the light, it would have to have a significant source. The professor just hoped it wasn't a fire.
However, when he turned the corner, there was a tall lady standing in the middle of the light. On second glace, Snape realized that she WAS the light. 'Amazing', he thought, before wondering why she was here and, for that matter, how she got past all the protective spells, for Dumbledore hadn't mentioned a visitor.
Snape pointed his wand at her and called out, "Who are you? Don't make use this!" She just looked at him and a voice came into his head. ~I do not mean any harm~ 'Whoa! She's telepathic!' he thought, but that statement didn't change his mind about her being an intruder.
Suddenly, the portrait swung open and a house-elf in mismatched clothes came out. 'The free one. . . what was his name. . . Dooby? No, Dobby, that was it.' Snape thought distractedly.
Dobby called out to the lady in a strange language, looking suspiciously at Snape. She returned the call in the same language. Dobby again looked at Snape, and said, "Please don't boffer Queen Galadriel, she is just looking for Professor Dumbledore."
But before Snape could reply to that odd statement, 'Galadriel' spoke. "Dobby, I'm not a queen. Just a Lady."
Dobby sighed, "But you IS a queen!" He mumbled, then turned to Professor Snape "Is there anyfing you be wantin?"
"No."
"Alright den." The house-elf turned to Galadriel and offered a basket. "Dis is for you. 'Tis from the other house-elves so you don't forget to come back for another visit." He smiled a huge, toothy grin, which Galadriel returned and took the basket.
"Please offer my thanks."
"No problem. Namarië!" And with that, he scuttled off into the kitchen.
Snape looked like he was about to pass out. But he's not that type. Instead, he asked faintly, "So what's namarië mean?"
"Goodbye."
"Ah. . . so. . . why did Dobby say you were a queen?"
"Because I rule over the elves of Lothlórien. He assumed I was a queen."
Snape looked shocked. "I was not aware that the house-elves had a city of their own."
"They don't."
"But you just said-"
"I said 'the ELVES of Lothlórien' not 'the HOUSE-ELVES of Lothlórien'. Now can you take me to Professor Dumbledore's office or not?"
"Follow me." And with that, he turned on his heel and strode off down the corridor.
~*~
A couple of minutes and various stair climbs later, Lady Galadriel and Professor Snape were standing in front of the gargoyle. Snape paused. The elven lady asked, "Are you not going in?"
He looked a bit sheepish. "I don't know the password to get in."
Galadriel looked thoughtful. "Password? Ah, yes. Is that all?" She again placed a hand on the statue. After a few seconds, the gargoyle moved away to let them go by. She started to go up the stairs, but then realized that the Professor wasn't following her. The lady turned around to find Snape staring at her. "What?"
Snape was flustered, "But-but. . . you didn't use a password!"
"Was I supposed to?"
"YES!"
"What is the purpose of this 'password'?" She said as if explaining to a child.
"To get the gargoyle to move so you can get to the Headmaster's office!"
". . . And what did I just do?"
"You got the gargoyle to move so you could. . . hey!"
But Galadriel didn't hear because she was already heading up the stairs.
~*~
When Snape reached the office, Galadriel was speaking with Professor Dumbledore. "-and I see why you didn't believe me right away. If you had just explained, rather than shown, I probably wouldn't have believed you myself! I did have a slight problem in finding your office again, but Professor Snape kindly showed me the way."
It was then Snape realized he had never told her his name. How had she known? He felt he had to interrupt. "But how did you know my name?"
Dumbledore jumped, he hadn't seen Snape come in. However, Galadriel didn't react, even though her back was to the door. "You knew I was telepathic, did you not?"
The Headmaster jumped again. "You're telepathic?! I didn't know elves were telepathic!"
"They're not."
"But you-"
"I'm special. I'm not the Lady of the Golden Wood for nothing."
Snape interrupted again. "Wait- did you say elves?"
She looked at him calmly. "Yes I did."
"In reference to yourself?"
"Yes I did."
"YOU'RE AN ELF?!"
"Yes I am."
"Prove it." She lifted her hair away from her ear. It was pointed. "It could be a glamour." Pointed out Snape.
"It's real."
"How do I know?" He reached out to touch it, but was stopped by Galadriel's glare.
"I'll have you know that elf ears are very sensitive." She sounded very offended. Snape looked apologetic. She softened. "Don't worry about it. You couldn't have known. But I am a real elf, no matter what you think."
"I still don't believe you," muttered Snape, but it was heard by the elven lady, who smiled.
"Did I not just tell you that elven ears are very sensitive?"
~*~
After a few more minutes of talk, Snape was finally convinced that Lady Galadriel was a real elf. Professor Dumbledore was also convinced that she would make a perfect DADA teacher. After all, she ruled in another world so she must know much about evil creatures.
"Lady Galadriel," he started, but was cut off.
"I know what you will ask me. I hope you don't mind, but I picked up on your thoughts just now. The answer is 'yes'."
Dumbledore smiled. "Good. That makes it much easier. You will stay for at least a year, more if you chose. Classes are every day except Saturday and Sunday and you may chose one of a number of empty classrooms to hold your class in." Then he had a sudden thought. "Do you not have any family left in your world that would miss your absence?"
She looked slightly sad, but shook it off. "Yes. I do have my husband, Celeborn, but he needs to stay and rule Lothlórien until all the elfs have passed over the Sea." Dumbledore thought that that last comment was a bit odd, but didn't comment as she continued. "And although he would miss me, he would know I would turn up in a score or so of years."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "You speak so lightly of so many years."
She laughed, "So many? Well, perhaps for your kind, but twenty years isn't all that much for one who lived for many thousand."
The Headmaster looked shocked. "You have drunken the Elixir of Life from the Philosopher's Stone?"
"No, all elves are immortal."
"Ahh. . . any other special powers of the elves I should know about?" he said jokingly.
She looked thoughtful, missing the sarcasm. "We can walk on snow, we don't leave footprints behind, and we can't catch sick or die from anything but wounds or a broken heart."
Snape was looking lost at this point. "What are you talking about?" Then realization dawned on him. "She's to be the new DADA teacher, correct."
"Yes. I'm sorry Severus."
The Professor replied stiffly. "Yes, yes, it's alright, I understand. If you will excuse me, I have to. . . clean out the potion's lab before the school year commences. Good day." And with that, he swept out of the room.
~*~
That's it for now! Please review to tell me if I should continue. Well, I probably will no matter what anyone says, because my sister will probably kill me if I don't so. . .
*I can't quite remember where Dumbledore's office is, other than that it's behind a gargoyle. Sorry about that.
** Dobby speaks Quenya more fluently than English.
Tolkien owns Galadriel and anything related to Middle Earth, whereas Rowling owns Harry Potter's world and stuff.
IMPORTANT NOTE:
". . ." is speech. '. . .' is thought . . . is elvish or maybe another language ~. . .~ is a telepathic message ~*~ is a change of scene or POV (Point Of View)
Sunrise over the hills outside Mirkwood. However, the rider currently passing over them did not pause to admire its beauty. Normally she would of, for she had all the time in the world. But she was on an urgent mission, one that had to be handled personally.
Lady Galadriel of Lothlórien was that rider and her mission was with King Thranduil of Mirkwood concerning the elfs passage over the sea. The War of the Ring was over, and with it went the Age of the Elves. There was no other reason that the elves should delay their journey.
The elven lady passed into the outskirts of Mirkwood. As she drew deeper and deeper into the trees, she noticed a subtle change. Nothing any mortal would notice, but she was no mortal. Continuing on, she was slightly surprised that no Mirkwood elves had come to escort her to the city of Mirkwood. Surly they had not perceived her presence?
She got her answer when she came out of the forest. It was far too early. Instead of seeing the River Running, or perhaps the Lonely Mountains in the distance, there was a ruin of a mansion and a small hut. On closer inspection, the ruin was, in fact, a clever disguise. Using her spiritual sense, she took another look. It was a castle, in all its glory. Feeling for auras, she noticed just four in the whole establishment. One seemed to be in the small hut; the next, below the castle; another slightly higher; and finally a kindly aura, one that Galadriel was strongly reminded of Gandalf, high above.
Galadriel decided that just sitting there on her horse wouldn't do any good, so she approached the castle at a trot. As she neared the front door, she slipped off her stead and whispered some elven words in his ear. The horse bowed his head, then galloped off to the forest, waiting to be called on again.
Walking up the stairs to the front door, she noted the enormous size of the castle, but found it odd that so few presences were located within or around it. She again wondered about the illusion of the ruined mansion . . . was this a secret headquarters for the Istari?
She entered the door and looked around. There were many suits of strange armor standing nearby, as well as many portraits. What was strange about these paintings, however, was the fact that they were moving! One of them, an old man sitting at a table, called out. "You here to see Headmaster Dumbledore, then?" but without waiting for Galadriel' s 'yay' or 'nay', he continued, "Up the stairs, and down the right-side hall, behind the gargoyle. *" She nodded her thanks and headed in that direction. She wasn't entirely sure what a gargoyle was, but she soon found out.
After taking the paintings suggestion, ('Why am I listening to a painting?') she found a large, stone statue of what seemed to be a monster of some kind. It obviously didn't look like it was going to move any time soon, so she put her palm on it and closed her eyes, reaching out to the statue. In a moment, Galadriel moved her hand away, and the gargoyle jumped to the side, revealing a staircase that slowly winded upwards. She ascended the stairs, to fates unknown.
~*~
Headmaster Dumbledore wasn't having a good time. It was less than a few days until the students arrived on the train, and he still didn't have a suitable Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. He sighed. 'I suppose Professor Snape will finally get his wish.' But he really didn't want to have Severus teaching DADA, it was just a feeling he had.
It was then a knock came on the door. 'Oh, well, best tell Severus sooner than later, I suppose.' He called, "Come in!" It was only after that greeting that he noticed that was not Severus' 'no-nonsense' knock, or even Hagrid's booming knock, but a series of light taps. It was soon revealed who it was though.
In entered a stunningly beautiful woman. She seemed to radiate life and light. Dumbledore's first thought was that she was a Veela, or at part one, but no, that didn't do her justice. The Professor's next thought was how she got the password to his office, but instead, he cleared his throat. "May I help you?"
~*~
When Galadriel entered the room and saw Headmaster Dumbledore, her thoughts again went to Gandalf, but there were subtle differences in their appearances. (For one, Gandalf didn't wear half-moon spectacles!) He asked politely, "May I help you?"
"I should hope so." She replied. "You see, I was traveling in Mirkwood Forest but it seems I got a bit lost and I ended up just outside your castle. Can you tell where I am exactly?"
"Well, I've never heard of this 'Mirkwood' that you speak of-"
Here she interrupted. "Never heard of Mirkwood? Oh, dear . . . perhaps you know it as Greenwood or . . ." He just shook his head.
"You are currently at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in England."
"I have never heard of such a place."
"Who are you exactly? And for that matter, what are you?"
She looked startled, then amused. "I am Lady Galadriel of Lothórien. I am one of the Eldar, the First Born." Seeing his confused look, she clarified. "I am an elf."
It was his turn to look startled. "An elf? Surely you are joking!"
"No. What makes you say such a thing?"
He had a thoughtful look on his face. "Hmm. . . perhaps it's best I show you. Follow me." The Professor rose from his seat and went down the spiral staircase with Galadriel close behind.
~*~
She followed him down several flights of stairs and though many corridors, until they stood in front of a painting of a fruit bowl. He tickled the pear, and the painting swung open to reveal the kitchens, with dozens of house-elves about doing various chores. Galadriel was speechless to say the least. One of them, in mismatched clothing, ('The only one WITH clothing seems to not have a fashion sense. . . of course.' she noted), approached them. "Is there anything Dobby can get you, Professor Dumbledore, sir? Or you missus?"
"Not at the moment Dobby. Lady Galadriel just needed to see you."
The elven lady in question knelt down so she was at face-to-face with Dobby's huge expressive eyes. She held his gaze as she probed his mind. She learned many things; how he was mistreated my his old master, how 'the greatest wizard of all', Mister Harry Potter, was responsible for his freedom, and a great deal of other things; in fact, Dobby's whole life story.
Galadriel broke contact with his mind and spoke to him in Quenya. Dobby, do you know what I am?
Dobby looked amazed at the fact that some one knew the elven language. Are you not a witch? Like Miss Granger?**
I am not a witch, Dobby, though I do work magic. I am an elf, young one.
Dobby looked up and trembled, reverting back to English. "You is an ELF?!" This caught the attention of all the other house-elves.
Galadriel addressed the crowd. "Yes. I am an elf, though it seems not exactly your kind of elf. I rule over the elven forest of Lothlórien, with my husband, Lord Celeborn."
The house-elves were in awe and spoke to the lady for a long while.
~*~
Dumbledore had left while Galadriel was talking to the house-elves. Since they accepted her for what she said she was, he also now believed she was an elf. Not a house-elf, but it seems a different. . . breed, if you will.
~*~
When Galadriel left the kitchen, the chorus of 'goodbye's still ringing in her ears, she took a look around for the kindly Headmaster. Seeing that he was not in the immediate vicinity, she probed for his mind. It was back in his office. The problem was, she didn't remember where it was in relation to her position. She paused, trying to remember.
So deep in thought she was, that she didn't feel the mind of another approaching until she heard footsteps.
~*~
Professor Snape headed to Dumbledore's office to see if he had finally decided on a DADA teacher. He really hoped not. This was his, what. . .tenth year or so of applications?
He was walking down the hallway to the kitchens, when he noticed a large light shining from around the corner. He quickened his pace, for, judging by the size of the light, it would have to have a significant source. The professor just hoped it wasn't a fire.
However, when he turned the corner, there was a tall lady standing in the middle of the light. On second glace, Snape realized that she WAS the light. 'Amazing', he thought, before wondering why she was here and, for that matter, how she got past all the protective spells, for Dumbledore hadn't mentioned a visitor.
Snape pointed his wand at her and called out, "Who are you? Don't make use this!" She just looked at him and a voice came into his head. ~I do not mean any harm~ 'Whoa! She's telepathic!' he thought, but that statement didn't change his mind about her being an intruder.
Suddenly, the portrait swung open and a house-elf in mismatched clothes came out. 'The free one. . . what was his name. . . Dooby? No, Dobby, that was it.' Snape thought distractedly.
Dobby called out to the lady in a strange language, looking suspiciously at Snape. She returned the call in the same language. Dobby again looked at Snape, and said, "Please don't boffer Queen Galadriel, she is just looking for Professor Dumbledore."
But before Snape could reply to that odd statement, 'Galadriel' spoke. "Dobby, I'm not a queen. Just a Lady."
Dobby sighed, "But you IS a queen!" He mumbled, then turned to Professor Snape "Is there anyfing you be wantin?"
"No."
"Alright den." The house-elf turned to Galadriel and offered a basket. "Dis is for you. 'Tis from the other house-elves so you don't forget to come back for another visit." He smiled a huge, toothy grin, which Galadriel returned and took the basket.
"Please offer my thanks."
"No problem. Namarië!" And with that, he scuttled off into the kitchen.
Snape looked like he was about to pass out. But he's not that type. Instead, he asked faintly, "So what's namarië mean?"
"Goodbye."
"Ah. . . so. . . why did Dobby say you were a queen?"
"Because I rule over the elves of Lothlórien. He assumed I was a queen."
Snape looked shocked. "I was not aware that the house-elves had a city of their own."
"They don't."
"But you just said-"
"I said 'the ELVES of Lothlórien' not 'the HOUSE-ELVES of Lothlórien'. Now can you take me to Professor Dumbledore's office or not?"
"Follow me." And with that, he turned on his heel and strode off down the corridor.
~*~
A couple of minutes and various stair climbs later, Lady Galadriel and Professor Snape were standing in front of the gargoyle. Snape paused. The elven lady asked, "Are you not going in?"
He looked a bit sheepish. "I don't know the password to get in."
Galadriel looked thoughtful. "Password? Ah, yes. Is that all?" She again placed a hand on the statue. After a few seconds, the gargoyle moved away to let them go by. She started to go up the stairs, but then realized that the Professor wasn't following her. The lady turned around to find Snape staring at her. "What?"
Snape was flustered, "But-but. . . you didn't use a password!"
"Was I supposed to?"
"YES!"
"What is the purpose of this 'password'?" She said as if explaining to a child.
"To get the gargoyle to move so you can get to the Headmaster's office!"
". . . And what did I just do?"
"You got the gargoyle to move so you could. . . hey!"
But Galadriel didn't hear because she was already heading up the stairs.
~*~
When Snape reached the office, Galadriel was speaking with Professor Dumbledore. "-and I see why you didn't believe me right away. If you had just explained, rather than shown, I probably wouldn't have believed you myself! I did have a slight problem in finding your office again, but Professor Snape kindly showed me the way."
It was then Snape realized he had never told her his name. How had she known? He felt he had to interrupt. "But how did you know my name?"
Dumbledore jumped, he hadn't seen Snape come in. However, Galadriel didn't react, even though her back was to the door. "You knew I was telepathic, did you not?"
The Headmaster jumped again. "You're telepathic?! I didn't know elves were telepathic!"
"They're not."
"But you-"
"I'm special. I'm not the Lady of the Golden Wood for nothing."
Snape interrupted again. "Wait- did you say elves?"
She looked at him calmly. "Yes I did."
"In reference to yourself?"
"Yes I did."
"YOU'RE AN ELF?!"
"Yes I am."
"Prove it." She lifted her hair away from her ear. It was pointed. "It could be a glamour." Pointed out Snape.
"It's real."
"How do I know?" He reached out to touch it, but was stopped by Galadriel's glare.
"I'll have you know that elf ears are very sensitive." She sounded very offended. Snape looked apologetic. She softened. "Don't worry about it. You couldn't have known. But I am a real elf, no matter what you think."
"I still don't believe you," muttered Snape, but it was heard by the elven lady, who smiled.
"Did I not just tell you that elven ears are very sensitive?"
~*~
After a few more minutes of talk, Snape was finally convinced that Lady Galadriel was a real elf. Professor Dumbledore was also convinced that she would make a perfect DADA teacher. After all, she ruled in another world so she must know much about evil creatures.
"Lady Galadriel," he started, but was cut off.
"I know what you will ask me. I hope you don't mind, but I picked up on your thoughts just now. The answer is 'yes'."
Dumbledore smiled. "Good. That makes it much easier. You will stay for at least a year, more if you chose. Classes are every day except Saturday and Sunday and you may chose one of a number of empty classrooms to hold your class in." Then he had a sudden thought. "Do you not have any family left in your world that would miss your absence?"
She looked slightly sad, but shook it off. "Yes. I do have my husband, Celeborn, but he needs to stay and rule Lothlórien until all the elfs have passed over the Sea." Dumbledore thought that that last comment was a bit odd, but didn't comment as she continued. "And although he would miss me, he would know I would turn up in a score or so of years."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "You speak so lightly of so many years."
She laughed, "So many? Well, perhaps for your kind, but twenty years isn't all that much for one who lived for many thousand."
The Headmaster looked shocked. "You have drunken the Elixir of Life from the Philosopher's Stone?"
"No, all elves are immortal."
"Ahh. . . any other special powers of the elves I should know about?" he said jokingly.
She looked thoughtful, missing the sarcasm. "We can walk on snow, we don't leave footprints behind, and we can't catch sick or die from anything but wounds or a broken heart."
Snape was looking lost at this point. "What are you talking about?" Then realization dawned on him. "She's to be the new DADA teacher, correct."
"Yes. I'm sorry Severus."
The Professor replied stiffly. "Yes, yes, it's alright, I understand. If you will excuse me, I have to. . . clean out the potion's lab before the school year commences. Good day." And with that, he swept out of the room.
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That's it for now! Please review to tell me if I should continue. Well, I probably will no matter what anyone says, because my sister will probably kill me if I don't so. . .
*I can't quite remember where Dumbledore's office is, other than that it's behind a gargoyle. Sorry about that.
** Dobby speaks Quenya more fluently than English.
