This is a new story I felt compelled to do, since I haven't quite seen anything like this on here yet. Anywho, this story is mainly centered on the Golden Trio and Draco Malfoy as well as Legolas, and several of the other supporting characters from LOTR. I own neither Lord of the Rings nor Harry Potter, both of which belong to their respective owners. This is simply done for my entertainment, and your enjoyment (Hopefully!). So, enjoy!
Always, WOBE.
The afternoon sun shone brightly through the windows of the library, creating irregular yet beautiful patterns on the wooden floor. The large room was nearly empty of all students aside from a few studying for upcoming examinations and others simply reading for leisure. Teachers were rarely ever found in the library, so it surprised several students who were milling about the room at the sight of a teacher sitting at one of the corner tables, clearly enjoying the novel he was reading. Draco Malfoy could not express in words how immensely he was enjoying his book, a series his Uncle Julius had introduced to him several years ago, and although he had read all four of them several times over, he never ceased to adore them.
He had applied to become a teacher shortly after finishing his N.E.W.T.s, and was given an interview by the headmistress. He had applied for both Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but was in fact given neither one. Instead, he received the occupation as the new Transfiguration teacher, considering that he had received Outstanding marks in his O.W.L.s for the class, and became one of the youngest male teachers in the long history of the school at only nineteen. McGonagall was also surprised to learn that he was a registered animagus with the ministry, and had been gifted with the ability since he was a young boy.
He was a teacher that many students were unsure of, having been a Death Eater just a few years prier. And yet, he seemed friendly enough, fair in his grading although slightly partial in his dealings with the Slytherin students and had begun to favor the Ravenclaw students as well. That was understandable, since he was made the Head of Slytherin house and was married to the Head of Ravenclaw house, Luna Lovegood, now Malfoy.
Being newlyweds, Luna decided to apply for the position of Charms teacher in order to be with her husband regularly. Needless to say, they were both ecstatic when she was given the job as well as the honor of being Head of Ravenclaw.
"Oh! It brings back so many memories! This was my favorite part of Hogwarts!" a high voice spoke happily, slightly muffled by bookcases in between himself and the girl.
"We know it was your favorite part of Hogwarts!" another voice exclaimed sarcastically.
A series of familiar voices rounded the corner of one of the bookcases, Draco steeling himself for the bombardment of accusations he was certain were about to come.
"Oh no!" That was clearly Weasley, his words coming out in a far-too-loud whisper that Draco could clearly hear. "Look who's here," Draco could tell the ginger's words were directed at him. He made it a point to ignore Ron, but it got harder as the steps moved closer to where he was seated. He knew that wherever Weasley went, Potter and Granger were sure to follow.
"Malfoy," Harry said, malice clearly evident in his voice, sitting down across from the blonde twenty-year-old.
"Potter," Draco replied, not bothering to lift his eyes from the page he was on.
"What on earth are you reading?" asked Ron, rudely taking the book from the Slytherin's hand.
Hermione looked over Ron's shoulder to see the title of the green hardcover. "Fellowship of the Ring?" the couple asked simultaneously, similar looks of confusion on their faces.
Draco let out a deep sigh. "For your information, my uncle introduced the books to me, and I simply like to read them to relax. I do actually do some things that normal people enjoy you know," he said, standing from his seat. "Now may I please have my book back?" he asked, giving forth his hand so that he might receive it. However, that was not the ginger's intention. "Not so fast Malfoy,"
Draco let out another sigh. This was not going to be easy. "Please, Ron. May I have my book back? It is very important to me,"
"Important? How important?" Ron asked, ignoring the fact that the Slytherin Prince had referred to him by his first name.
"Ron, just give him back his book," Harry ordered, looking at his best friend crossly.
"You can't be serious Harry! He practically tortured us when we were in school! This is just a little payback for all those years of suffering!" Ron exclaimed, getting a little heated in his arguing.
"Please!" Draco was near the point of desperation, his voice pleading and his eyebrows knitted together in concern. "They were a gift to me from my uncle before he began his travels overseas,"
Hermione grabbed the book from Ron's hands and opened the cover. Sure enough, there in fancy, curvy script, was written;
"My dear Draco. I hope you enjoy these books as much as I did when I was your age. They were very special to me, and helped me to keep my sanity whilst in my years at Hogwarts. Read them when you're tired, angry, frustrated, depressed, or just craving adventure, as I know you often do! Remember me whenever you read them, and know that I am thinking of you often while on my travels. Never forget, that you are not made by what others demand of you, but by what you demand of yourself. Gellon ned i galar i chent gîn ned i gladhog,sincerely, your loving Uncle Julius."
The brunette read the words out loud, enraptured by every word. "Uncle Julius? Who in the world is your Uncle Julius?" asked Harry, having stood from his seat to read the words written in the book cover.
"What I want to know, is what in the world does that last thing say? And what kind of odd language is it?" asked Ron, his eyebrows raised towards the blonde man.
Draco sighed yet again. He seemed to always do that extensively whenever Potter and his group were around.
"Uncle Julius is my father's older brother. He isn't spoken of much, because he was the only Malfoy for a very long time that was not placed in Slytherin, but rather Ravenclaw. He was seen rather as an outcast in my family due to his tendency to be a bit eccentric. I loved him though, and he in turn treated me as if I was always someone that matter and not just another child. To answer your other question, it is the Elvish language, specifically Sindarin, and it means, 'I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh'. It was his odd way of greeting me whenever he visited. He always ended all his letters the same way too,"
"So, how exactly do you know what it means? Did you simply memorize it?" Hermione asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Well, yes and no. That was the first phrase he taught me, but I actually can speak it quite fluently. Uncle Julius's son, my cousin Decius, was never really into learning another language, but when I told my uncle that I might be willing, he jumped at the chance. Now I can speak it quite well,"
Draco wasn't quite sure why he was telling the Golden Trio all this, but he knew for certain that he had changed, and wanted them to know that.
"Now that you have fully interrogated me, may I please have my book back now?" he was beginning to lose his patience, which would eventually get back to Luna and the headmistress, which would mean double trouble for the blonde twenty-year-old.
"Hold on a minute!" snapped Hermione, but Draco had had enough of waiting, and on instinct, reached for the hardcover. Harry instantly grabbed the cover of the book at the moment he saw Draco reaching for it from across the table. Hermione and Ron were both already holding the book between the two of them, and the moment that Draco touched the pages, shortly after Harry, they all began to feel an instant "whoosh!" of wind blast past them as they spun in a circle. And in a flash, the four young adults were gone, vanished from the library as if they had never been there.
Sooooooo, watcha think? What will happen to Draco, Harry, Hermione and Ron? And where do Legolas, Aragorn and the rest come in?
Keep watching for updates to find out!
Always, WOBE