Once upon a time there was a little boy called Ronald Billius. That was his real name.
But most people called him Ron, instead of that long, interesting name.
His mom was murdered when he was only two years old, so his dad, Legolas Greenleaf -who happens to be the Prince of Mirkwood- had to raise Ron all alone. He did this with pain and patience, but with the greatest love nonetheless. The boy, Ron, was bullied his entire life, for his flaming red hair -since his dad was almost platinum blond, the rumor went that Legolas wasn't his real dad- and he was to be the future king of Mirkwood, something other children were jealous of, and teased him about. Once they noticed that nobody did a thing about it, they continued and it became worse. All together Ron's life sucked, he was very miserable the biggest part of his life.
It was a warm summer's day when Legolas approached his son. "Dearest son, I have great news for thee!"
Ron, whom was busy planting tulips outside in the beautiful green garden, dropped his little spade and turned his head. "What?", he asked his dad.
"I have received a letter of your godfather's brother, Albus Dumbledore. Remember him? We met him a few years ago on Arwen's birthday party."
"Oh, right, the freaky dude, Gandalf's brother." Ron said.
"Yes, he! He is headmaster at a school, Hogwarts I believe".
"Bloody hell! Hogwarts? What kind of loony name is that?" Ron bellowed.
"You know what I told you about using those words, Ronald. No use of-"
"Dirty and god forbidden words in this house, I know, I know father." Ron sighed and continued his planting.
Legolas looked at his son with worry in his eyes. It pained him to see his son so unhappy. That is why he was so delighted to have received an invitation for Ron to join Hogwarts. It would be a new beginning for Ron, he could make new friends and no one would know of his royal origins.
"Anyways," Legolas said, "Dumbledore has sent you an invitation, he would like to see you attending his school. He thinks, and I agree with him, that it would be a perfect way to start over, to make friends and you will not be bullied again".
"They don't bully me," Ron mumbled, turning red. He was always embarrassed to talk about this; he thought it was his own fault, that he was too weak. "It's just our way of communication".
"Oh, try not to fool me, Ronald. You know I know, and I would like to see things different. I want you to go to Hogwarts, starting this year".
Ron didn't know what to say. He wanted the bullying to stop as much as his father wanted it, but he didn't know if attending a new school would solve it. There were kids there as well, why wouldn't they bully him? "I.. I don't know dad".
Legolas sighed, and put his hand on Ron's shoulder, trying to get his full attention. "Son, I as your father knows what's best for you. I ask of you to go to the school. It is famous for having the best teachers and their way of teaching the students. Many who have graduated there are now on top of social society. Where you will be when you are older".
Ron looked his father in the eyes, but quickly turned his head away, again embarrassed. Being the grandson of a King was not something to accept easily, especially when you've never even set a foot in the King's country. (Legolas and his wife moved away when they got married).
"You could always go back in the first holiday to come. But please, just try it. It is the best for you" said Legolas.
Ron stood up, dropped his spade and walked away, leaving "I'll think about it" as an answer for his father.
Legolas watched his son walking to their mansion, and sighed, hoping Ron would agree with him. It is the best way. Then his eyes caught the glittering of the spade lying on the ground, and the Prince of Mirkwood finished his son's job.
Riding this train was kind of like sleeping without socks, Ron figured. It was not really pleasant, but a necessity. Because, without socks, you get warm feet during the day. So with socks, you get up, and have cold feet. And that was something Ron absolutely dreaded, but he did like sleeping without socks. And well, it was just the same with the train. If he weren't riding this train, he'd still be Royal with a capital letter. But he didn't want to go. Ron thought again, well he sucked at comparing things. The point was, he just didn't want to go somewhere, where he didn't know anyone. But, maybe it was for the best. After all, his dad had been pretty happy about it. Ron envied his father. Legolas had everything. The hair, the robes, it just all added up. Even though many people had their doubts about him being Ron's real dad, he was a well-liked person back in Sblomieville, their village. Someday…, Ron thought…
"Uhum, is this seat taken?" Ron looked up, with bulging eyes. There stood, an extraordinary boy. He had white hair, slick hair, and an arrogant look. His eyes twitched arrogantly. Ron swallowed and glanced up.
"Sure, err, I guess." The boy's hair looked like Ron's father's hair. Ron decided to ask the supreme question.
"Like, can I ask you something?" The boy looked irritated but nodded nonetheless.
"Do you, like, dye your hair?" Ron blushed and looked at his feet. The boy gasped for air and a reddish blush decorated his cheeks.
"Why would I tell you?" The boy was going for the aggressive defense. Good one Ron, he thought to himself.
"Well, I don't know," he muttered. Damn, he had to work on his people skills.
" You really have to work on your people skills," the boy said. Damn, he was good.
" I know, but, I'm shy!" Now Ron was actually at the point of dropping dead of embarrassment.
" I could give you an ounce of my arrogance," the boy offered.
" Nah, thanks, it's okay." Suddenly, they were interrupted. A weird, skinny boy entered their cabin. He looked terribly emo. His thick, black glasses proved it. The emo-boy acted rather strange really, he strolled, yes, strolled into the cabin and did a little bit of a geeky dance. He swung his hips right and left, and then sort of put his arms in his neck, flabbering them everywhere. The blond boy looked like he enjoyed it, so Ron started to look at emo-boy with more appreciation. He wore nice pants.
Ron was confused. He was thinking about emo-boy's pants. Why would he do that?
Ron thought of his dad, and his advice. Legolas had told him that in awkward situations, he should just blurt out something random, and it would be fine. So Ron didn't even think twice. He just blurted.
" So you guys like gardening?" It sure was a hell less awkward, Ron thought sarcastically.