A/N: Yah! Reviews! I love all reviewers!!! Thank You! Sorry, I posted the second chapter so late ., my mom accidentally deleted what I wrote, and I couldn't get it back, NOOOO!!!! Well, anywayz, so I had to start all over again, but then I got a papercut from a stupid restaurant menu and now my index finger's all bulky from the bandage and its hard to type and I keep on making mistakes! Argh!!! I haven't gotten a papercut in 2 years!!! What a strange turn of events... o, and it's also because I'm a perfectionist...oi...

Dislcaimer: Ditto from chpt. 1.

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"In Flanders Fields" Line 2:

Between the crosses row on row..

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'Hi, I'm Harry Potter. This is Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger.' Harry replied without the slightest hesitation, he felt a sort of comfort at the old man's presence. Ron seemed to trust him too, though they could not tell of what Hermoine thought, she seemed to be too busy staring at Legolas.

'Ahh...Harry Potter, Albus has told me much of you, and your friends,' Gandalf smiled, 'Not all good things I'm afraid...maybe even events of mischief...?' Gandalf raised his eyebrow.

Harry, Ron and Hermoine smiled nervously, even though they'd only been at Hogwarts for 4 years, they'd gotten into a LOT of trouble. A long silence continued, Gandalf seemed to be lost in his own world as he thoughfully smoked his pipe; Legolas seemed like he was sleeping, but his eyes were still open; Haldir, who sat next to the window, gazed upon the view outside as he had never seen a it before; and Harry, Ron and Hermoine sat nervously....

It was Ron who couldn't take it anymore--

'What's wrong with Legolas?' he blurted, 'Where'd he get that bruise? He looks pretty bad doesn't he?'

Legolas seemed to jerk back into conciousness and replied, 'It is but a scratch, with proper healing I shall be fine.'

'A SCRATCH?' Ron exclaimed, 'It doesn't look like a SCRATCH, in fact it looks a LOT worse!'

The three older men laughed.

'What's so funny?' Harry inquisited.

'Ai, things haved changed much since we were last on Middle-earth, or Earth as you call it now.' Haldir said dreamily as if traveling back to old memories, 'Don't you think my prince?'

'Yes, I agree...' Legolas replied sadly.

'Not all for the worse,' Haldir reassured, 'But many changes yes... Little problems are bigger, and big problems become less of importance. Tell me, Ron, how can you three care more about wounds than about the Dark Lord who has risen?'

His toned now changed to a more serious manner.

Hermoine finally spoke up, 'Well, we...' She lowered her head and stared down at her lap, thinking..

'Haldir they are mere children, you need not tarry them with our troubles.' Legolas commented.

'Yes, you are right...' Haldir then turns to the three Gryffindors, 'I am sorry, I should not have put all my frustration upon you. Forgive me?'

Harry, Ron and Hermoine murmured a forgiveness, but Harry wasn't quite happy with Legolas' comment about them being children while he didn't look any old than 27 years old. Besides, Harry wasn't an ordinary kid, he'd battled Voldemort twice, killed the Slytherin snake thingy, helped free Buckbeak and Sirius and was the best seeker Gryffindor has ever had in years. But he didn't count the Triwizard competition, he didn't think it was a fair victory, nor one that should be celebrated.

Hermoine seemed to have had the same thoughts go through her head and protested, 'I'm sorry Mister Legolas, but don't you think we deserve to know what's going on? We're not really THAT young to be called children, we're 15. Besides, you don't look any older than 28 years old, so YOU'D be too young to be calling us children. And you mister Haldir, you too only look like you're in your early thirties.'

Legolas chuckled, Gandalf raised his large eyebrows and Haldir looked insulted.

'28...my word! Do I really look of that age?' Legolas laughed, 'And Haldir, accordingly to your age, you are merely an elven child!'

'30?' Haldir looked stunned, 'My prince please don't insult your elders.'

'That would be me,' Gandalf interrupted, 'You, Haldir, are not many years older than he.'

'Well, of course compared to you I'm not.' Haldir sniffed. 'Hmm...I'm curious..(he smiled) Hermoine, my fair maiden, how old do you take dear old Gandalf for?'

'Um..around 100 years old.' She replied.

Both Haldir and Legolas broke out into a laugh. Gandalf on the other hand seemed to have choked himself with his smoking and was coughing up a storm.

'100, still that is quite a far range from the age given to you two.' Gandalf admitted.

'Yes..quite interesting...28 years of age..' Legolas murmured.

'Well, how old ARE you Legolas?' Ron asked.

'Hm...I don't think I'll tell you.' he replied, Legolas seemed to be looking better, there was no longer any sweat on his

brow and he seemed to have regained his energy.

'Gandalf? Will you tell us?' Harry asked.

'Oh...shall I tell them?' Gandalf ased mischievously.

'Do as you please.' replied one of The Elves.

'Well...' Gandalf started, but before he could finish a high, cold screech was heard from ahead and the trained halted to a stop.

'Nazgúl!' Haldir alerted.

'But what are they doing here?' Legolas asked. 'How did they-'

'I am not sure Legolas, but we must make sure that they do not do you or anyone any harm. ' Haldir warned.

'I do not appreciate being treated like a child!' The Elf shouted and stood up defiantly.

'Havo dad Legolas, this is no time for that.' Gandalf retorted, 'Now sit, and wait while Haldir and I go up.'

'But-' Figuring it was no use, the blonde Elf sat quietly as his two older companions left the compartment.

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A/N: More on the way. And no, I don' t know why Haldir keeps calling Legolas 'My prince.' Some people say that Haldir was Legolas' protector or that he knew him in Mirkwood, but I really don't know....all I know is that they met at Lórien..well, Haldir OF Lórien of course,...not Haldir of Brethil, dunno much about him.. So, if anyone can clear that up for me, I'd be grateful! Thanx! Need I remind you to R+R? Flame me if you must, but I suggest you not! .~