A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I've had sooo much work to do cuz we're getting our grades soon. Arghh! I'm afraid this chapter's gonna be pretty short.... But anywayz, on with the story, upon your demands. P.S. Thanks for reviewing my fic! Especialy to Cheysuli, Evil-Mollusc, Chibi-Cola and nut_job! You guys rock!

P.P.S. LOL Star Wars... sorry, probably pretty weird comin' outta nowhere. And oh! I do have a reason for the return of the Lord of the Nazgúl. Stupid Eowyn/Dernhelm! She killed my Lord!!!! And she doesn't deserve Faramir!!! And Merry?! How could you have helped her? Sorry.... I've a thing for Eowyn now....*mutters* kills my lord- ...stealing Aragorn from-...* etc...* Ho ha! Toodles!

Disclaimer: Ditto from previous chapters.

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"In Flanders Fields" Line 5:

Scarce heard amid the guns below…

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'Percy? What are you doing here?' The youngest Weasley son inquired.

'Oh hi! I've got to go!' Percy's eyes darted to and fro, he was searching for someone, he shuffled through the thickness of crowds and soon his head vanished admist all the others.

'What was THAT about?' Ron wondered.

'C'mon Ron, I'm sure it's nothing that Percy would want us to know about.' Harry reassured.

'Yeah, you're probably right.' Ron assented. 'He's been like that for a while now, don't even feel like he's part of the family anymore, he's drifted so far.....' His eyes stared at the sky in wonder lost in his fogged thoughts.

'That's not like Percy to be like that.' Hermoine joined in as they ascented into their carriage. 'He may love his work but I don't think-'

'Well, you obviously don't know Percy very well.' The red-head intercepted.

The brunette crossed her arms, 'Hmph! I think I know him well enough!'

'Guys don't fight.' Harry persuaded. 'And have you forgotten about Legolas already? I'm worried about him.'

'Yeah, me too.' They finished. The carriage gave a slight jolt, and they were off to the castle. All Harry could think about was Voldemort, the visious Black Riders and Legolas. His eyes looked out of the window at a scenery he couldn't really see, instead, visions of the past played in his mind. The thunder rumbled quietly and iridenscent flashes lit the clouds. Soon, soft drops of rain fell from the dark grey sky and deep thoughts troubled the minds of many a kind.

*~**~* Percy's P.O.V *~**~*

'Gandalf, Gandalf, he said his name was Gandalf.' Mutterings from a stressed young man as he pushed his way through the students of his former school, Hogwarts. He didn't know why, but he felt an urgency to find this 'Gandalf' dispite the horrendous weather. 'Clad in white... long staff... two younger companions... clad in white..' Words that repeated inside his busy mind.

The Ministry of Magic had refused to accept Dumbledore's advice, in fact they dismissed them as wild fantasies. Percy was now head of the 'Foreign Peoples and Disruptions in Society' department. Currently his commands were to do as Albus Dumbledore wishes until further notice, Fudge was planning on something, something even Dumbledore did not foresee. At least, not yet.

*~**~* Legolas' P.O.V *~**~*

They've stopped, by this hour Legolas had grown so intolerable that he'd been threatened with the blades of many great swords. He cared not. Anger and turmoil bubbled inside his heart, a feeling like a fist down his throat and an empty pit all the same. Darkness yeilded his sight, but he was not yet blind for his other senses were just as well equipped. He panted, yet he was neither tired nor short of breathe, he was angered and HATRED ran through his veins with each beat of the heart. Nothing he did would calm his restlessness. 'Twas as if an evil spirit, that he was not aware of, had crawled from the crevasses of his mind and had now risen to greatness refusing to step down. The Legolas as many have known him was slowly fading, darkness tantalized him and he would soon become too weak to resist. The process of change from an Elf to a Wraith is most different from any other race of beast.

'Eat!' A Wraith commanded.

'How.Can.I.Eat.If.I.Cannot SEE IT NOR HAVE THE ABILITY TO FEED MYSELF!?!' The Elf enraged. Many riders jumped back from the place in which he sat. 'REMOVE my binds! REMOVE THEM!' It seemed by magic that a shadow appeared on the Elf's face, and for a great time he did not seem to possess his Elven grace.

Thrashing dangerously about on the ground and terrifying the beasts from the trees and bushes near by, Legolas' wish was finally met and the bounds from his hands, ankles and his eyes were removed. Although his weapons were still nowhere in sight. 

Rubbing his wrists The Elf sneered at the Nazgúl, trudging down to where his food lay.

'He is so fierce... perhaps, perhaps, it is best we bind him?' A Wraith suggested in small whispers of terror.

'You are in fear of an Elf?' Another replied.

'Of course not. I only... I..'  He did not finish his sentence and left headed in the direction farthest of The Elf.

Of course Legolas heard them, he heard many things. His senses were heightened, or perhaps he was just focusing more of his thoughts within them. This he knew not. 'I shall look for my weapons.' He planned. 'Then I will slay them all. They shall all be sorry and will beg me not to kill them!'

The cloud rumbled, a great storm brewed within them and petit droplettes of rain showered from the sky. The forest grew dark and the splash from the tears of the sky was all that was heard. Occaisionally there was the rustle of a leaf or the Boom! from thunder but none else. The Elf sat unmoving staring into the abyss.

'Why isn't he moving?'

'What's he doing?'

'What's he thinking of?'

'Why are we afraid of a mere Elf?'

'When the Lord returns-'

'Does he not care of the rain-'

'Do not worry, his weapons are hidden-'

'Where-'

'The Lord-'

'What is he going to do with-'

'Hush!'

A number of hisses and whispers spread among the Black Riders. The sounds of hoofs approached, it was the Lord of the Nazgúl returning, he'd gone away soon after the rest of the company had joined he and Legolas.

'Spies from the enemy are abroad, they search for The Elf.' He reported. And he laughed, a shrill cold laugh. 'The fools! They will never find him! Within 3 nights the evil will consume him! They have been too late! He will be ours!'

Many of the Wraiths looked nervous at the thought.

'Will we be able to control him Lord?'

'I know not. My blade has never tasted Elven blood before.' He mused. The Wraiths cowered in their minds. Was their luck that the Lord of the Nazgúl did not sense it; when revived by his fellow Wraiths he lost some aspects of his greatness, it was the inevitable.

Bitterness spread through the land, the sun had set and the new moon rose to her grace, though none could see her. Hence stars did not show their fairness on a night of such grieve; fair was the Prince of Mirkwood and now, he lay silent engulfed by a demon of malignity.

He didn't know when he gave in to sleep, yet it seemed that the morning was dawning and the sweet songs of birds filled the air. Legolas' heart returned for a brief moment and for once in so long, he was enlightened. Glowing a pale lavender the sky was clear, the chill of dawn lingered in his body and the ground lay soft a moist from the dew drops. Golden was the wood; aloft was his heart, and ho! he began to sing:

'In the dawning sky,

Your love is heard by me,

Lifting my spirits high,

You helped to let me see.

Your light is like your hand,

Your rays befall my face,

You brighten up the land

With all your shining grace,

Your warmth is like your arms,

Holding me so tight, 

You take away the harm,

You always make things right.'

The forest thanked his song and gently rustled their golden hands. Smiling, he closed his eyes as the first touches of the rising sun caressed his face. 'Mirkwood,' he thought. 'O how I miss my dear land. Haldir.... Gandalf ' He set his sparkling cerulean eyes to the ground and heaved a great sigh. The Winds hugged his slender body; his delicate blond hair glistening, fluttered in the breeze. A light shone down on him; he stood tall, fair, with grace none on Earth now posessed. If any mortal should pass through this land and witness such an elegant being, would they not have dropped to their knees and cried out 'Hail the angel from above! Blessed am I to see thee! A miracle it is! Yet now! my eyes fall upon an angel more fair than any! In blessedness I shall live, for I have seen thee! O Hail the angel!'

Though the moment did not last long, a glimmer of hope shone in his mind and for the while, Legolas returned and the darkness dissipated. The Black Riders had awaken; noon, that is when they would set out once again. Legolas hoped for his rescue but did not indulge within it, he would plan to have his weapons returned to him... some way...

*~**~* Gwaihir's P.O.V. *~**~*

'The Elf, I must find him.' Gwaihir's thoughts floated in his head. His keen eyes searched the ground for any riders, though the darkness of the sky did not aid him.

'Lord Gwaihir!' The Eagle on his left called. 'We must stop and land! Fall, the rain will! We cannot risk the weather!'

'No Sútayí, not yet.' The Windlord replied.

'Yes Lord.'

They continued for as long as they could withstand, but soon they needed to land and continue their search when the storm had passed. All they could do now was wait.

*~**~* Harry's P.O.V. *~**~*

They ran towards the Hogwarts entrance as quickly as they could. It reminded them of the year before when it also rained, but this time Peeves didn't throw and water balloons at anyone.

They entered the main hall as usual and dried off. Harry quickly spotted Cho at the Ravenclaw table, her expression was normal, not a sign a grief or sadness... or perhaps she was just a good actress. He sat down between Ron and Hermoine and looked up at the sky. There weren't any stars, and the moon wasn't in sight either. If he had cared about actually learning in Divination he would have known that it was a full moon and that it was not to be seen... ever by the naked eye on the night of a full moon, even on a clear night.

When everyone had seated Professor McGonagall rose from her seat and announced.

'I am sorry to inform you all that our Headmaster will not be joining us in our feast tonight, he is dealing with other matters.' She paused and continued. 'But I am happy to announce that your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will be Professor Elrond! He, as will Professor Dumbledore and some guest will join us soon in our feast. But now! The sorting.'

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A/N: That's all. But do you ever notice that usually when you read HP/LOTR fics (if they take place at the beginning of the year) they always leave out the sorting and go straight to the introductory of the new students or guests? I just realized that as I wrote the last 2 words.... it's sorta funny really....but it's not in all the fics...just some. LOL poor 1st years.... always forgotten. Plz R/R! And like I've always said, if you want me to review your story(s) just say it. Ciao!  .~