Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I don't own Lord of the Rings. BUT, I do own Narwen and the plot. So take that evil lawyers! ::cackles madly as lawyers whimper and back away::
Foreword/Author's Note Thingy:
First off, Narwen isn't supposed to be me, I made this character before I made up my pen name. And if you wanna understand this fic, you're gonna need some background information. So here we go. . . Narwen is and elf (like from LotR, tall, pointy ears, the whole deal), she's the daughter of Legolas and Estelwen. Estelwen is mine, I made her. (Don't yell at me, it's not my fault Legolas never had a love interest in the books.) Estelwen is the other daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, therefore, arwen is their granddaughter. Narwen was sent to live with Albus Dumbledore (an Istari, like Gandalf) in the mortal world when she was five. Narwen knows who and what she is, but she doesn't remember her parents. She adopted a muggle last name when she was old enough attended Hogwarts. In Hogwarts she was a Chaser and eventually became co-captain of the Quidditch team. She and Oliver were best friends and in their fifth year they started going out. Well that's all you need to know, I hope you enjoy my story, and yes, Harry, Ron and Hermione will be in it, along with a few other familiar faces! It's my first published fan fic so go easy on me. R&R Please! Oh, and Btw, if anyone can think of a better title for this story, feel free to tell me, I suck at titles.
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Chapter 1- But I Love You
It was a warm September day and Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting outside by the lake. With Voldemort finally defeated last year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was (somewhat) peaceful. The three friends, now in their seventh year, could actually enjoy year at Hogwarts leisurely. A few old faces had popped up again, Oliver Wood was in and out, scouting for Quidditch talent and Narwen Bennett had taken the position as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
The two who once were the cutest couple in school hadn't seen each other in four years and today was the day they finally met again. Harry was drifting off into a peaceful daydream while Ron and Hermione were playing a quiet game of Wizard's Chess next to him. But, the peace was suddenly broken by shouts from the castle. The doors flew open and Narwen ran out.
"Nar! Wait, I - I . . ." a heavily accented voice called after her.
"No, Oliver! I can't believe you! We haven't spoken in four years and you expect me to run into your arms professing my love for you! No! I don't think so!" she cried, biting back tears as she kept walking steadily away from the castle.
"But, Narwen, you're not listening! I love you!" Oliver yelled pleadingly as he caught up to her. She stopped and turned to face him.
"You told me that a long time ago and you just went off and broke my heart, you're not going to get a second chance!" she screamed with tears falling against her will.
"I was young, I wasn't looking for love -" he started, but she cut him off.
"Ok so, now that you are, I'm supposed to come back? Oliver, you had true love in the palm of your hand and you threw it away, it's gonna take more than three empty little words to make me love you again." the elf turned and walked away before he could say anything else.
She still loved him, but he had hurt her without even batting an eye, and then four years pass without a word from him and he expects her to just fall into his arms. No, she thought he knew her better than that.
Foreword/Author's Note Thingy:
First off, Narwen isn't supposed to be me, I made this character before I made up my pen name. And if you wanna understand this fic, you're gonna need some background information. So here we go. . . Narwen is and elf (like from LotR, tall, pointy ears, the whole deal), she's the daughter of Legolas and Estelwen. Estelwen is mine, I made her. (Don't yell at me, it's not my fault Legolas never had a love interest in the books.) Estelwen is the other daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, therefore, arwen is their granddaughter. Narwen was sent to live with Albus Dumbledore (an Istari, like Gandalf) in the mortal world when she was five. Narwen knows who and what she is, but she doesn't remember her parents. She adopted a muggle last name when she was old enough attended Hogwarts. In Hogwarts she was a Chaser and eventually became co-captain of the Quidditch team. She and Oliver were best friends and in their fifth year they started going out. Well that's all you need to know, I hope you enjoy my story, and yes, Harry, Ron and Hermione will be in it, along with a few other familiar faces! It's my first published fan fic so go easy on me. R&R Please! Oh, and Btw, if anyone can think of a better title for this story, feel free to tell me, I suck at titles.
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Chapter 1- But I Love You
It was a warm September day and Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting outside by the lake. With Voldemort finally defeated last year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was (somewhat) peaceful. The three friends, now in their seventh year, could actually enjoy year at Hogwarts leisurely. A few old faces had popped up again, Oliver Wood was in and out, scouting for Quidditch talent and Narwen Bennett had taken the position as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
The two who once were the cutest couple in school hadn't seen each other in four years and today was the day they finally met again. Harry was drifting off into a peaceful daydream while Ron and Hermione were playing a quiet game of Wizard's Chess next to him. But, the peace was suddenly broken by shouts from the castle. The doors flew open and Narwen ran out.
"Nar! Wait, I - I . . ." a heavily accented voice called after her.
"No, Oliver! I can't believe you! We haven't spoken in four years and you expect me to run into your arms professing my love for you! No! I don't think so!" she cried, biting back tears as she kept walking steadily away from the castle.
"But, Narwen, you're not listening! I love you!" Oliver yelled pleadingly as he caught up to her. She stopped and turned to face him.
"You told me that a long time ago and you just went off and broke my heart, you're not going to get a second chance!" she screamed with tears falling against her will.
"I was young, I wasn't looking for love -" he started, but she cut him off.
"Ok so, now that you are, I'm supposed to come back? Oliver, you had true love in the palm of your hand and you threw it away, it's gonna take more than three empty little words to make me love you again." the elf turned and walked away before he could say anything else.
She still loved him, but he had hurt her without even batting an eye, and then four years pass without a word from him and he expects her to just fall into his arms. No, she thought he knew her better than that.