Linus woke up early Saturday morning, brushed his tiny spider teeth, combed his spiky little hairs, put on his top hat, and started whistling some random tune.

He took his cane and opened the wooden door to his tree home. Linus looked up to the blue TOUFA sky and breathed in the scent of the morning dew.

"Thank ye, Treebeard ol' pal." Linus tipped his hat.

The large bearded Ent bent downwards, looking at his leg, which held Linus' wooden abode.

"Have a good afternoon, Master Arachnid." Treebeard said slowly, his wise eyes smiling.

Linus squirt his web from his rump into the air, flying in the wind towards Lórien, anticipating his visit with the lovely Rory.

As he landed in her window sill, he looked around for his human friend, who was nowhere to be seen.

"Quite the oddity." He concluded, fixing his waistcoat; then flying back out into the wind to continue on his search for Rory.

He landed on a nearby tree; then scratched his head. Linus squinted his eight eyes, searching for the wonderful teller of tales. The spider noticed that her hair glinted red in the bright sunlight, making her easier to find.

"AH! There you are!" He said, spotting her by the tree-line by Hogwarts.

Rory had been walking alone for hours by the Forbidden Forrest, listening to her iPod. She was enjoying the one day she had no homework to do, and planned on relaxing the entire time.

She suddenly felt a little tap on her right shoulder. As Rory turned around to see who it was, Linus had just conveniently landed on her green knitted hat.

"Oh what the hell?" Michal pouted, noticing the spider before Rory did.

"Hi to you too." Rory laughed, putting Linus on her left shoulder.

Linus sighed, "There just can't be one day without this woman." He pointed at Michal.

Michal squinted her eyes, "I have bug spray, you little pest."

"Spider." Rory chimed in, putting her iPod and ear buds in her coat pocket.

"Anyway," Michal shook her head, "Did you hear about the Carnival that Dumbledore is putting on tonight?"

"No I didn't." Rory said, linking arms with her friend, much to Linus' dismay.

"Well apparently," Michal began, "He and Mithrandir had another fight, so he's going against Mithrandir and is designing the entire event. Mithrandir is pissed, so he's doing a Carnival as well. Then they're going to have a vote to see which one was better."

"Don't they have better things to do?" Rory asked.

"Well, I suppose this is what Wizards do when the world doesn't need saving." Michal laughed.

"I think it'll be a jolly good time." Linus said, "Depending on the fact that someone might try and screw it up of course."

"I bet it'll be a hobbit." Michal said.

"No, no." Linus shook his head, "I'm willing to wager it's going to be the Weasley twins."

Michal scoffed, "Typical. You have to argue with everything I say."

"Not argue. Just prove wrong." Linus retorted.

Rory rolled her eyes, "Can't it be both?"

But her question was unheard by her two friends, who began to argue furiously. So Rory just put her ear buds back in to drown out the noise.

"See what you did?" Michal scolded Linus, "Now Rory doesn't want to talk to either of us."

"I believe madam, that it was your doing. Your voice is an annoyance that only Gollum could ever find attractive." Linus huffed.

Michal's face went red, but before she exploded, Rory sighed and took her ear buds out once more.

"If you two are going to keep doing this, then I'm going back to Lórien, alone." She said calmly.

Linus and Michal deflated; then looked at the ground. Their silence was soothing music to Rory's racing mind.

"Now," Rory smiled, "Do you two want to accompany me to the Carnival tonight or not?"

"Sure." Michal said.

"I suppose." Linus mumbled.

"Good." Rory beamed, taking Linus off of her shoulder and setting him on the ground, "Now I'm going to walk alone for a little while, I'll see you two there."

As she walked away, she thought she heard the start of banter, but quickly dismissed it as she slipped into the Forrest.

She sighed for the millionth time that day, putting her hands in her pocket, and staring up at the changing leaves on the trees. A bright canvas of amber and light peridot hung over her head as she silently walked the pathless woods. Swirling winds spun leaves of yellow around Rory as she walked, giving the façade of a wood nymph observing her trees.

Rory enjoyed her alone time, leaving her to her rampant thoughts.

"Quite lovely isn't it?" Someone asked from behind her.

Rory jumped fifty feet forward and spun round, ready to karate-chop whoever scared her. She stood up and put her hands to her side when she saw it was just Glorfindel.

"Hi to you too." The elf said, looking at her curiously.

"Sorry, I thought you were a crazy killer or something." Rory smiled.

"Ah, that would do it." Glorfindel smiled, then frowned, "I came here to ask you a question. I've been meaning to ask before, but I , uh…" His pointed ears started to turn red.

"Okay. Shoot." Rory shrugged.

"You're friends with Michal right?" The elf asked.

Rory nodded, "Yeah sure."

"Well." Glorfindel said shyly, "Do you know if she's, perhaps, dating anyone?"

Rory smiled, "Not that I know of, no."

Glorfindel looked extremely relieved, "Excellent." Then he looked right at Rory, "Can you help me figure out a way to, how do you mortals say it? Ah yes, ask her out?"

"Of course," Rory answered, "I'd be happy to help."

"You have my gratitude." Glorfindel said excitedly, "Perhaps I'll try at the Carnival, yes?"

"Yeah," Rory put her hand around the elf lord's shoulder, "Here's what we'll do…"

Ah, the Carnival. Full of wondrous lights, rides, and people throwing up from too much cotton candy. So far, Dumbledores' event was getting far more votes than Gandalf's. Floating ferris wheels, the real bearded lady, magic acts, fortune tellers, carpet rides, pictures with real giants, a roller coaster up into space (hence the astronaut suits given out by Grima and Wormtail: half price with the purchase of a soda), dunking ol' Voldy into water (with snakes), bobbing for candy apples, and even a chance to touch Dumbledore's beard.

Rory was sitting at a picnic table with Linus, getting magic face paintings; Rory was adorned with stars under her eye and on her cheek that twinkled authentically; while Linus was too small for anything extravagant, so he just licked a lollypop.

Meanwhile, Michal was repeatedly dunking Voldemort into the water tank of snakes.

"You can stop anytime you know." The Dark Lord said begrudgingly.

"I don't think I will." Michal said, throwing another ball at the target, dunking the freezing Voldemort once more.

"Good evening, Michal." Glorfindel popped up out of nowhere.

"Hey." Michal smiled, waiting for Voldemort to get back up on his chair.

"Would you like to accompany me to the next magic show? I heard that Sirius was going to morph Denethor into a penguin." Glorfindel asked, hoping her answer would be yes.

"Please?" Voldemort whined, crawling out of the tank slowly, begging for dear life.

Michal looked suspiciously at the elf lord, "Why?"

"I just…uh." Glorfindel stuttered, "Would like to enjoy your company while attending such an event."

He stood there awkwardly, waiting for her to speak. Michal set her hands on her hips, trying to see if Glorfindel was joking or not.

"What are you playing?" She asked.

"Nothing." The ellon said quickly, "I just…I uh…" He stuttered.

"What? Do you think that because they did the bet for Rory; that it was okay for me too?" Michal asked.

"Absolutely not." Glorfindel said, utterly upset, "I happen to admire you greatly."

Michal's eyes widened in shock, then she blinked. "I'm sorry, I thought I heard you say you admire me greatly. I clearly should get my ears checked."

"You heard correctly." Glorfindel said, now confident, "You are quite possibly the most wonderful and admirable woman I have ever come to know. And would very honored if you were to do me one favor."

"And that is?" Michal asked quietly.

Voldemort sighed, then held up a conjured sign with neon green letters in Elvish. They flashed brilliantly and sparkled wonderfully.

Michal read it, and her jaw dropped. "You have to be jesting me!" She said, her voice not higher than awhisper, translating the words in her head, "You want me, to go on a date, with you?"

"Indeed I do." Glorfindel smiled as he used his thumb to gently push Michal's mouth close.

Michal thought for a moment, but before her answer could escape her lips, there was a loud explosion.