Authors note

Happy Birthday to me, I am now legally allowed to do magic outside of Hogwarts and to celebrate in true hobbit fashion I am giving you a gift, Chapter 4- Sleeping and Learning Part One.

Updates might be slow for a while because I really need to study for exams and start looking for a job but I should be able to make these updates more regular in a month or so once the exams are done and I no longer have to worry about school (hopefully ever again but if I cannot find a job I will have to go back next year, high school is a real pain).

Once again thank you to Charlie for taking the time to look this over despite the fact you should probably be studying too.

Translations are in the end author's note.

I still don't own Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Harry Potter or any media associated with them.

Chapter 4 - Sleeping and Learning Part One

Gandalf did not stay long after meeting Elizabeth, saying he was needed out in the world and that she could not possibly do that much damage in the time he was gone.

He was wrong. In the first two months after his departure, Elizabeth had caused three small explosions, permanently dyed several corridors different colours, and turned Thranduil's robes a hot pink while he was out and about, an incident that most pretend did not occur. In an attempt to lessen the increasing frequency of these bursts of uncontrolled magic, one of the younger women in Thranduil's court gained permission to try to teach Elizabeth how to play the harp. They hoped it would keep her occupied and that that would help, and to an extent it did. For the first month of her lessons, there were no accidents involving magic, but something had to happen eventually and that something came in the form of her harp playing itself during one of her lessons. Despite their best efforts to distract her, the most effective being when Legolas started teaching his now seven-and-a-half-year-old sister the basics of defensive combat, which kept her distracted for almost two months, nothing seemed to last. They had almost reached a year since Gandalf left when Thranduil realized that the bursts of magic were not entirely accidental and were instead a result of Elizabeth attempting to learn how to use her magic, which he was fine with so long as no one was injured as a result of it.

Gandalf returned after over a year to find an almost eight-year-old who was learning the harp, Sindarin, the basics of defence, as well as everything else a seven-year-old should know yet still managing to cause mayhem in an attempt to learn how to use her magic. And much like Thranduil, he was content to let her experiment, pleased with her thirst for knowledge; that was until about a month before her eighth birthday when they realized just how dangerous her experimentation could be.

It was just after midday when random pieces of furniture became animated and started walking around the realm, some taking elves with them. Almost immediately, Gandalf, Thranduil, and Legolas decided to check in on Elizabeth and get her to stop it before something unfortunate happened. However, when they got to her room, where she had decided to retire to for the evening, they found her deathly pale and swaying.

Before anything could be said or done Elizabeth's knees buckled and she was sent sprawling to the floor, unconscious. Legolas was the first to reach her and very carefully he picked his little sister up and laid her down on her bed, all the while looking her over for injuries, of which he found none.

"I can find nothing wrong with her," Legolas informed Gandalf as he moved to examine Elizabeth via magic; placing a hand on her forehead, muttering some ancient incantation. A small glow surrounded Elizabeth that slowly retreated into her as she fell further into unconsciousness until the glow was barely there and the only evidence she was alive was the slight rise and fall of her chest.

"Her magic is drained and needs to recover, as far as I can tell it has put her to sleep until it has recovered to prevent potentially permanent damage through further misuse," Gandalf informed a worried Thranduil and Legolas, "All we can do is ensure her body stays healthy while her magic replenishes and hope for the best."

"Very well, but if I were to discover that you are withholding information that would see my daughter well sooner, you shall wish that Manwë never convinced you to journey to Middle Earth," Thranduil threatened absently, motioning for Gandalf to leave, which he did.

Legolas bent down and kissed Elizabeth's brow whispering, "Idh a n-eithel, nethig," before leaving, quietly closing the door behind him, knowing his father would want privacy when his mask dropped.

Slowly Thranduil's face crumpled as he sat watching his daughter breath unable to fight the overwhelming guilt; the thought that he could have stopped this from happening had he only asked her to not practice without supervision, just in case, and now because he hadn't his daughter was lying unresponsive in bed. He reached out and took Elizabeth's hand in his own, and gave it a slight squeeze willing her to wake up soon.

Thranduil and Legolas spent all their free time with Elizabeth; feeding her, doing her hair, and simply being with her, only leaving to attend to duties, look after themselves or "guard the door" while a maid washed Elizabeth. When they were attending duties, the only time they were far from her, their eyes would often flick to the door searching for the maid who had orders to inform them the moment anything about Elizabeth's condition changed, no matter what they were doing. The door remained empty for a week and a half.

Thranduil looked up when he heard the sound of running in the corridor and saw the maid he had been both hoping and dreading to see, running into the room out of breath, she had clearly ran the whole way.

"Your Majesty, Princess Elizabeth appears to be stirring," was all she managed to get out before Thranduil practically ran out of the room. When he arrived Legolas and Gandalf were already gathered around the bed in which Elizabeth continued to sleep, the dull glow from before back and both bigger and brighter than the last time.

"She is doing better," Gandalf answered the unasked question, "there is no doubt about it. I cannot be certain but I believe her magic is mostly replenished, and she will now wake in her own time."

"I hate seeing her like this," Legolas whispered, "and to think that this may not be a one-time occurrence sends chills through my heart."

"I refuse to let this happen again, from now on if Elizabeth wants to experiment with her magic she shall wait until she has supervision and she will learn her limit so if she is forced to use it without she will know when to stop so this does not happen again," Thranduil informed them.

"It may be difficult to convince her to follow this ruling," Gandalf warned.

"Yes, which is why I will require assistance enforcing it."

"And you shall have it," Gandalf stated, Legolas nodded in agreement, "for now though, I think it best we allow Elizabeth a quiet place to rest."

Elizabeth did not wake up for another week and when she did it was a slow process. Legolas and Thranduil had both been with her at the time and had been overcome with joy at seeing her open her eyes for the first time in almost three weeks. While she had been unconscious they had come to realize just how precious she had become to them in such a short time, to the point that the thought of losing her cut more than a hundred swords would ever be able to. They had been lucky this time, and they would do their best to ensure there would not be a next time.

Despite being awake it took some time for Elizabeth to get back into the condition she was in before the incident; she would often find that the small things that used to be simple would leave her feeling drained. Her birthday passed without much fanfare due to this, her favourite thing about it being the dagger Legolas presented her with. It was beautiful, with small green details worked into the hilt and a crossguard that curved slightly up towards the blade; it was also blunt but Legolas had promised he would sharpen it once he had taught her how to use it. Her birthday also marked the day that she was given an elvish name of her own, Calemireth meaning Green Jewel, a name chosen because she was her family's most precious treasure and as a reference to her eye colour, her habit of wearing green and her title as the Green Istar.

Life continued as normal, with Gandalf often staying when he was not needed elsewhere to help her with her magic, Legolas teaching her the basics of fighting- something Thranduil often helped him with, and Elizabeth causing chaos throughout the Woodland realm earning herself the nickname Aradheleth. Elizabeth did miss being able to practice magic by herself but she respected her father's decision because she had seen how scared they had been by what had happened last time, so instead when Gandalf wasn't there to help her she found other ways to distract herself such as watching the guards train in weapons she was not allowed to use yet, reading and learning about the world as well as whatever some noble wanted to teach her, which left her very busy but she still managed to find time to pull the occasional prank.

Gandalf had attempted pretty early on to get her a staff thinking it might help her with her control but every staff she tried had a habit of not working properly, backfiring, doing the completely wrong thing or just not working, so eventually he had given up, deciding that if she was going to end up using a staff she would find it one day and then he could teach her how to use it.

That routine lasted until Elizabeth's tenth birthday when the interference of the Valar would once again change their lives.

Authors Note

It would make me very happy if you took the time to review as a present for me on my birthday (or a late present if you didn't read this on the day I posted it).

Sindarin in this chapter (I am not fluent in Sindarin and all translations come from online, so they may not be correct)

Idh a n-eithel, nethig - Rest and be well, little sister

Calemireth - Green Jewel (Calen+mir+eth)

Aradheleth - Royal Terror (Ara+del+eth)