Title: Princess of Mirkwood

Author: Zannna

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I *sniffle* do not own LOTR, the characters, or the plot. Middle Earth was the brilliant brain child of none other than the king of fantasy JRR Tolkien. I also do not own Harry Potter, the characters, or the plot. All that is Harry Potter belongs to the amazing JK Rowling. I do however, own Lithariel, Mithelena, and Vialnen. Please do not use them without permission. Thank you! ^_^

Chapter 6

Lithariel awoke with sunlight shining down on her face. She sighed, sat up, and stretched smiling. This just might end up working out. The Elven Princess then pulled back the curtains on the end, and left side of her bed, and looked at the rest of her dorm mates. They were still sleeping. 'I might as well bathe' thought Lithariel, and got out of bed. She got together her robe, that she bought when she was shopping with Snape, soap, shampoo, and other things that she needed.

Lithariel walked to the bathroom, and found the bathtub.She put her things on a shelf next to the tub, and shut the curtain behind her. The she-elf then turned on the faucets and poured some oils into the hot running water.

By the time Lithariel was finished with her bath, the other girls were awake. She had spent quite some time soaking in the hot water before she got out of the tub. She walked out of the bathroom, and back into the dorm in her robe with a towel wrapped around her head

"Good morn" said Lithariel as she entered the room.

"Good morning" replied Hermione cheerfully. She happened to be the only one actually out of bed.

Lithariel walked over to her bed, set down her things, and selected the clothes she wished to wear. She then changed clothes, put her bathing things away, and sat down on her bed to begin towel drying her hair.

Hermione, seeing this, walked up and asked "Don't you know the hair drying charm?"

Lithariel looked up "I did not know there was such a thing."

"Would you like me to teach it to you?"

"I thank you, yes. That would be greatly appreciated."

Hermione pointed her wand at Lithariel's hair, and with a flick of the wrist said "Desaconious" A slight wind picked up around Lithariel. Her hair blew around her for a moment, then the wind died down and her hair, now completely dry, resettled on her head.

Hermione lowered her wand, and said "It is also very useful if you happen to get caught in the rain. It dries clothes as well as hair."

Lithariel picked up her brush, and started brushing her hair out. "I am very grateful for your help, and the kindness that you have shown to me." she said.

Hermione smiled, and blushed softly. "Well you're very welcome." she replied. 'Wow' thought Hermione 'I really like the way she talks.'

Lithariel noticed that Hermione's hair was a bit unruly, probably from the 'Desaconious' spell. She put down her brush, and reached into the top drawer of her night stand. Pulling out two small glass bottles with purple liquid she offered them to Hermione. "I was wondering if you might like these. I made them some time ago, and they do wonders with my hair." She held the clearer one in her right hand up "This one you use to wash," she held up her other hand with the cloudy one in it "and this one you use as a rinse. I usually leave the rinse in for five minutes before I wash it out."

Hermione looked at Lithariel questioningly, and then slowly took the bottles. "Thank you"she said. "I was about to go shower anyway. I'll see you later?"

"Alright, I shall see you later." said Lithariel.

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A half hour later Lithariel sat in the Dining Hall with Ginny Weasly and the twins. All of the sudden Fred and George looked up, and whistled. Lithariel subsequently looked up to find Hermione walking in the doors. Her hair was smooth, not at all frizzy. It fell in shining brown waves to just below her shoulders. As she walked on she saw Lithariel and smiled. Lithariel smiled back, and winked. Hermione was getting amazed stares from all over the hall. She blushed, and sat down with Harry and Ron.

The rest of the meal went on rather uneventfully. But when Lithariel got up and started to walk out of the doors to go to her fist class, she was stopped by fairly tall, slim, white blond haired boy. The boy was followed by two tall, big, husky looking boys. Lithariel looked at their aura's. The blond was surprisingly smart, if sinister. The two very large boys, on the other hand, seemed to be very... well...witless, and as if they didn't think for themselves. 'Indeed' thought Lithariel 'they let the blond think for them.'

"Draco Malfoy at you service milady." he said, and bowed over her hand as he kissed it.

"Lithariel Macleod" Lithariel replied with a small curtsy. 'So this is Malfoy' she thought.

"I thought that maybe you would like me to walk you to class. After all even though your in Gryffindor you don't have to be seen walking around with mudblood Granger, The-Boy-Who- Lived-Just-To-Make-Our-Lives-Miserable, and the weasels." Draco said with a smirk.

Lithariel's eyes widened imperceptibly. 'So this is why Fred and George want to "get" him' thought Lithariel "I am sorry that you are so mislead as to think that way Mr. Malfoy. But let me assure you that I am not of the same opinion. I thank you no, I would not like you to walk me to class." said Lithariel in her best condescending tone. She then gracefully turned, and walked away.

Lithariel did not pay any heed to the stares from all directions that she received while she was talking to Malfoy. And in doing so did not notice that some of those stares belonged to Harry, Hermione, and the Weaslys.

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Harry turned to Ron with a surprised look on his face. "Well, she can certainly take care of herself." he said to Ron.

Ron nodded "I didn't know she had that in her. I mean she looks so sweet and innocent." he said with a goofy grin on his face.

They both turned to Hermione who had on a knowing smile. She didn't say anything, she just walked out of the Dining Hall.

* * *

As Lithariel walked into Potions, she noticed that most of the desks were empty. 'Well, I am early after all.' she thought. She looked to the front of the room and saw Snape setting up some ingredients. Snape looked up, and nodded in greeting. Lithariel gave him a small curtsy in return. She found a seat near the center of the room, on the right side of the isle, and sat there waiting for the rest of the class to arrive.

Lithariel had been told that this class was comprised of fifth and sixth year Gryffindor's and Slytherin's. The rest of the students came in, and sat down. The Gryffindor's on the right, the Slytherin's on the left.

Snape walked to the front of his desk, and turned to his students. The room fell silent. "This year we will be beginning with healing potions. Most are very complex, and will require your full attention. If you make a healing potion wrong, not only will it not work, it could very well be dangerous. The one I am teaching you today is one that is to be made in advance and bottled. It is not one that you should try to make on the spur of the moment, or in an emergency. Follow the directions very carefully, prepare your ingredients before you start. Do not rush, and be very mindful to do everything in the order indicated. The purpose of this particular potion, is to bring someone out of shock. It will also heal minor cuts, and bruising." he said.

Snape walked back around behind his desk, and picked up a bottle. "This is Essence of Rose-hips. It must be added to a cold cauldron, filled with two quarts of cold water. Do not add this to a warm cauldron, as this will activate some unwanted properties..." The lesson went on in much the same manor, until Snape walked around checking on those who were finished.

He stopped to look at Lithariel's potion which was, for lack of a better word, perfect. It was just the right shade of pale blue, with white mist pouring over the edges of the cauldron. As Lithariel looked up to see what he thought, Snape nodded his approval.

Just then, the door opened, and Dumbledore walked in. He walked up to Snape, and whispered something in Snape's ear, and left the room. Professor Snape went to the front of the classroom, and spoke in very stern tones. "I am needed in the hall for a moment, and when I come back I want everything as it is now. Stay seated, and continue working on your potions." was all he said. But the look he gave his class clearly said 'Or else!'

Snape walked down the isle, and left the room. Everything was fine, for several moments at least, then Draco Malfoy started whispering to Crabbe and Goyle. Nobody could really hear what they were saying. Nobody that is except the only one in the room with Elf hearing.

"I'll come up with some way to get her back. She can't just snub me in front of the whole school. I mean who does she think she is anyway? She can't talk to me like I'm someone less than she is. I mean her mom was probably some trollop Veela, who got knocked up by some traveling salesman, or something. I mean 'Macleod', what kind of a Wizarding family name is that? I certainly haven't heard of any Wizards named 'Macleod'. Who is she to talk to a *Malfoy* like that?" The group of Slytherins dissolved into giggles.

Lithariel, realizing that they were talking about her, got out of her seat. She stood up tall, and turned on the unsuspecting boys. They still did not notice her however, as they continued.

"And, I mean honestly, what did she expect associating with such lowlife scum as Potter, Granger, and the Weasels?"

There was a sudden gust of wind in the room, and Draco fell silent. All the windows, and doors in the room were closed. Where had that come from? The wind grew stronger, circling around Lithariel. As the rest of the class realized this, they turned to stare at her.

Draco stared at her eyes wide. Had she heard him? He shrank back in his chair, suddenly fearful of what might happen next.

The door opened, and Professor Snape walked back in. Upon seeing Lithariel, he rushed up to her. "Lithariel," he said "is there something wrong." She didn't answer as the wind grew stronger. Snape grabbed Lithariel by the shoulders, and shook her gently. "Lithariel what is wrong?" he asked again softly.

Lithariel tore her gaze away from Malfoy, and looked Professor Snape in the eye. ~That monster insulted me, my family and our honor! Not to mention the only friends I have had in thousands of years!~ Lithariel sent to Snape, telepathically, with the connection she had inherited from her great Grandmother Galadriel.

Snape didn't know if it would work, but he thought back hard. ~I am sorry. He does not know what he speaks of. I will deal with him later.~

Lithariel turned her glare back on Draco, then sat back down, and looked to the head of the classroom.



Snape kept Draco after class to speak with him. "Mr. Malfoy, I highly suggest that you try not to antagonize Ms. Macleod. If you do so, it will be at your own peril." stated Snape.

"What are you talking about I didn't do anything." replied Draco.

"I know you did something! I saw how you were shrinking back into your chair. And you are wise to be fearful of her. She has more power than all of the Slytherins combined. It would be wise to leave her alone, if you value your safety." Snape knew he was being overly dramatic, but he wanted Draco to leave Lithariel alone.

Draco was confused, but decided to concede. "Yes, sir."

"Very well. That will be five points from Slytherin! You may go now."

Draco left now even more confused. Did Snape just take points off his own house?

* * *

The rest of the day went by in a flash for Lithariel. After Potions she had Transfigurations with Professor McGonagall. The class had to turn a cherry into an apple. Lithariel did exceptionally well, and surprised the professor greatly. After lunch there was Arithmacy, followed by Herboligy. Lithariel came to the conclusion that Herboligy was her best subject at the moment. Although, she did well in Care of Magical Creatures, which was her last class of the day.

Lithariel did cheer up a bit during Care of Magical Creatures. She couldn't help it. Every time Hagrid looked at her, and tried to say something he would start sneezing, or coughing uncontrollably. The rest of the students were clueless as to why this happened, but Lithariel knew that every time he looked at her he must be thinking about her 'Elfness' therefore he would have these spasms. It was quite entertaining, though after the lesson she returned to her down trodden mood. Draco was at the lesson, of course, but Lithariel casually ignored him.

Lithariel knew she was being petty, but at the moment 'petty' was better than the alternative: slitting his throat from ear to ear. She wasn't a barbarian or anything, it's just that where she was raised if you dared to insult the King and Queen in such a manner there would be serious consequences. Including, but not limited to, execution. Elves do not get angered easily, but if you do somehow manage to upset one, well 'Run for cover' doesn't even begin to cover it. And she wasn't even just upset, she was livid.

* * *

After dinner, Lithariel took a walk around the grounds. She decided that she needed some time to think. After about an hour she decided to go talk to Fred and George. She was going to join them in their quest to 'get' Malfoy.

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A/N: Response to reviewers:

Vana Everyoung: Hi:) Thank you so much for reviewing! I loved it! *snifle* Pardon me, I'm a little verclimped.. (SNL anyone?) Anyways... I will have another chapter up in about a week, or maybe even less than that in honor of you. Cuz you ROCK. If you think that I should write Lithariel's Grandparents' story tell me, and when I finish 'Princess of Mirkwood' I'll get right on that. I had their whole story in my head before I even started writing this one, it's just that there are so many Legolas romances, I decided to do something different. Thanks again!

^-^ Zannna

Guest: Halloo! I'm glad that you liked it! There should be more soon. Thanks for your review! ^_~ Zannna