**** Sorry it took me so long. Been really busy. Here it is. It's short, I
know. Sorry. Love ya guys! Well, if your this far, you obviously know that
these characters (most of them) aren't mine, and that they belong to J.K.
Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien. Have fun reading them and review me.
Toodles!****
Coming out of the portrait, the group picked up speed. There was less grunting and gasping for air, this time, but the light sound of bare feet marking the floor.
They rounded a corner and immediately came to a halt. Chime, leading the way, had walked headfirst into what appeared to be an old muggle from the late 1800's. The man had a shabby waist coat, with dust and holes everywhere. His pants were patched in many places and he wore a white frilled shirt, styled older than the one Legolas wore.
"Good morning," said the muggle, acknowledging the two females.
Suddenly, he looked to the side and gasped. He quickly pulled out his wand and as he raised it, he was tackled to the ground by Aragorn, who had emerged from the shadows.
A thump resounded as man and muggle hit the floor and struggled. Neither seemed to be winning when Boromir and Legolas separated Aragorn from the maniac muggle. Anna and Chime took hold of the muggle who was deeply struggling to use his wand. Draco lay forgotten on the ground.
As the two finally stopped struggling, the muggle-seeming one lowered a sharp eye to the girls.
"What, may I ask, is the meaning of this?" he demanded.
"What is the meaning of what?" asked Chime, playing dumb.
"Firstly, why do you have males old enough to be your father with you who are wearing naught but their robes?" he exclaimed, motioning up and down with his hand. "And could someone tell me why I have a young Malfoy unconscious on the floor?"
"Well, you see, sir," began the girls at the same time and stopped.
Anna seemed to take action this time.
"Well, sir, we are off to speak with Dumbledore on these gentleman's behalfs, and Malfoy ran into a door, and the men are wearing Draco's robes."
A pause. Finally, a quiet voice came from the muggle and broke the silence.
"You, my dears, have some explaining to do. Perhaps we should all go to Dumbledore's office? I believe he is there at this moment."
He threw a glare to the men and elf which clearly said 'Try anything and your mine' and slowly led them onwards.
They turned a few corners and such and eventually came to the statue.
"Buckland."
The staircase appeared.
"You know what? It's only my second day and I've already been to the principal's office 3 times. Well, 4 times if you count now," Chime whispered jokingly to Anna.
"Shut up," was the only reply.
They clambered up the stairs and stood facing the door. There was excessive wheezing from the men and elf carrying Draco's form as they climbed. The muggle opened the door, walked in, and quickly closed the door behind him.
"Great. We're going to get yelled at now," stated Chime.
"No we won't. We rescued these guys," argued Anna, gesturing towards the men and elf.
"Yeah, well that doesn't account for attacking a muggle...," said Chime, glaring at Aragorn.
Aragorn feigned innocence.
"Me? Why should I be punished for ensuring the safety of the lives of my fellowship by pouncing on the stranger who might have been in on the plan to execute us? DO NOT BLAME ME FOR SUCH HEROIICS!"
"Oh yeah, your wife much really love you, your so damn modest," Anna said wryly.
"How dare you speak to my king that way? If it was not for him, we may have been dead, long ago. You owe him your allegiance," countered the elf.
"Oh no... not that speech again," interrupted Boromir, grimacing. "Where have I heard this before?"
There was a turn in the argument that suddenly brought Legolas and Boromir to arguing once again. It went a bit like this:
"Nadorhuan!" screamed the elf. (1)
"Ah! You yellow haired Freak! Go kiss Gandalf!"
"Llie n'vanima ar' lle atara lanneina." (2)
"Same to you."
"A! Ale' amin tela sinome Tira ten' rashwe!" (3)
"Whatever. If you can't speak common, you have no right to breathe."
"Amin delotha lle" (4)
There was a pause, and Aragorn began laughing. The elf and girls did not find anything funny, and begin to give curious looks to the tall and mighty king, who stood before them in little more than a very flashy nightgown.
The door opened at this point, and the gray haired headmaster stood with grace before them.
"Come in," he said, holding the door open a bit wider. "I wish to speak with you."
(1) Nadorhuan - Cowardly dog. (2) Llie n'vanima ar' lle atara lanneina- You're ugly and your mother dresses you funny (3) A! Ale' amin tela sinome tira ten' rashwe – Ah! When we're done here, look out. (4) Amin delotha lle – I hate you
Coming out of the portrait, the group picked up speed. There was less grunting and gasping for air, this time, but the light sound of bare feet marking the floor.
They rounded a corner and immediately came to a halt. Chime, leading the way, had walked headfirst into what appeared to be an old muggle from the late 1800's. The man had a shabby waist coat, with dust and holes everywhere. His pants were patched in many places and he wore a white frilled shirt, styled older than the one Legolas wore.
"Good morning," said the muggle, acknowledging the two females.
Suddenly, he looked to the side and gasped. He quickly pulled out his wand and as he raised it, he was tackled to the ground by Aragorn, who had emerged from the shadows.
A thump resounded as man and muggle hit the floor and struggled. Neither seemed to be winning when Boromir and Legolas separated Aragorn from the maniac muggle. Anna and Chime took hold of the muggle who was deeply struggling to use his wand. Draco lay forgotten on the ground.
As the two finally stopped struggling, the muggle-seeming one lowered a sharp eye to the girls.
"What, may I ask, is the meaning of this?" he demanded.
"What is the meaning of what?" asked Chime, playing dumb.
"Firstly, why do you have males old enough to be your father with you who are wearing naught but their robes?" he exclaimed, motioning up and down with his hand. "And could someone tell me why I have a young Malfoy unconscious on the floor?"
"Well, you see, sir," began the girls at the same time and stopped.
Anna seemed to take action this time.
"Well, sir, we are off to speak with Dumbledore on these gentleman's behalfs, and Malfoy ran into a door, and the men are wearing Draco's robes."
A pause. Finally, a quiet voice came from the muggle and broke the silence.
"You, my dears, have some explaining to do. Perhaps we should all go to Dumbledore's office? I believe he is there at this moment."
He threw a glare to the men and elf which clearly said 'Try anything and your mine' and slowly led them onwards.
They turned a few corners and such and eventually came to the statue.
"Buckland."
The staircase appeared.
"You know what? It's only my second day and I've already been to the principal's office 3 times. Well, 4 times if you count now," Chime whispered jokingly to Anna.
"Shut up," was the only reply.
They clambered up the stairs and stood facing the door. There was excessive wheezing from the men and elf carrying Draco's form as they climbed. The muggle opened the door, walked in, and quickly closed the door behind him.
"Great. We're going to get yelled at now," stated Chime.
"No we won't. We rescued these guys," argued Anna, gesturing towards the men and elf.
"Yeah, well that doesn't account for attacking a muggle...," said Chime, glaring at Aragorn.
Aragorn feigned innocence.
"Me? Why should I be punished for ensuring the safety of the lives of my fellowship by pouncing on the stranger who might have been in on the plan to execute us? DO NOT BLAME ME FOR SUCH HEROIICS!"
"Oh yeah, your wife much really love you, your so damn modest," Anna said wryly.
"How dare you speak to my king that way? If it was not for him, we may have been dead, long ago. You owe him your allegiance," countered the elf.
"Oh no... not that speech again," interrupted Boromir, grimacing. "Where have I heard this before?"
There was a turn in the argument that suddenly brought Legolas and Boromir to arguing once again. It went a bit like this:
"Nadorhuan!" screamed the elf. (1)
"Ah! You yellow haired Freak! Go kiss Gandalf!"
"Llie n'vanima ar' lle atara lanneina." (2)
"Same to you."
"A! Ale' amin tela sinome Tira ten' rashwe!" (3)
"Whatever. If you can't speak common, you have no right to breathe."
"Amin delotha lle" (4)
There was a pause, and Aragorn began laughing. The elf and girls did not find anything funny, and begin to give curious looks to the tall and mighty king, who stood before them in little more than a very flashy nightgown.
The door opened at this point, and the gray haired headmaster stood with grace before them.
"Come in," he said, holding the door open a bit wider. "I wish to speak with you."
(1) Nadorhuan - Cowardly dog. (2) Llie n'vanima ar' lle atara lanneina- You're ugly and your mother dresses you funny (3) A! Ale' amin tela sinome tira ten' rashwe – Ah! When we're done here, look out. (4) Amin delotha lle – I hate you