A/N: I don't know why I do this before every chapter.... I don't even really have anything to say. Oh wait... yes I do. I find that replying like this is more organized... and it's fun doing this. HA HA! At first I was only doing it for a few reviewers, but then... everyone's review sorta required a question that needed answering, so yea... I did'em all.
nut_job: It's okay that you didn't review in a while, in fact, I've been loaded with tests and quizzes too.... Thank goodness it's all over now. Phew! And don't worry, I won't ruin my story.... or at least, I won't try to. . And sorry for not reviewing YOUR story sooner... lol history repeats itself. O and thanks for using my idea in your fic!
Cheysuli: One evil Legolas and evil Haldir coming right up! AFTER I figure HOW to make an evil Haldir! LOL :D *sigh* What horrible service!
Evil-Mollusc: You're too kind! I'm so glad you like my story! And I was sad too when I found out that Richard Harris died! Now who's gonna be our Dumbledore? No one'll be able to replace him!
Chibi-Cola: Thanks for your encouragment! Yay! Yay! Yay! I'm glad you think my fic is different. I try to be original.
Lassemista: You don't trust Haldir to find Legolas? *sniffs* Nah I'm just kidding, don't worry. You'll find out soon enough.
Europa: Thanks for the idea, I'll keep it in mind! Now I just have to figure out HOW the trees'll help him. I must BRAINSTORM!
entia6: I'm glad you enjoyed my fic. And here's chpt. 8!
Disclaimer: Dit-to from chpt. 1.
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"In Flanders Fields" Line 8:
Loved and were loved, and now we lie....
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'Remus? What are yeh doin' here?' Hagrid perplexed.
'Professor Dumbledore asked us to come.' Remus replied quickly, and he and all those behind him rushed past them to Dumbledore's office; things were in a state of urgency and not a moment was to be spared.
For a while the three stood alone in the Great Hall still slightly confused; Percy was the first to recover and he quickly scurried away.
'Huh? Wha'?' When Hagrid finally came to. 'Eh! He's gone!'
'Percy?' Professor McGonagall called, but there was no reply.
'He can't have gone far!' Hagrid boomed in rage as he stomped off down the hall. Though, realizing that McGonagall was not behind him, he called back. 'Are yeh c'mon Professor?'
'Oh...oh! Yes... I think I will.' She followed, and so for the next hour or so, they stealthily moved through the halls searching for Percy.
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The feast ended and as the Gryffindors happily made their way to the common room, Ron, Harry and Hermoine strayed from the group and wandered off on their own to look for Hagrid.
'I wonder where he could be?' Hermoine murmured, deep in her thoughts.
'He could be at his cabin?' Ron suggested. 'Why don't we look there?'
'No, if we're caught sneeking out of the castle at this hour Snape'll thrive on this grand oppertunity to get us expelled.' Harry sighed.
For the next couple of minutes they stood in the halls; thinking and asking people if they saw Hagrid or Professor McGonagall, yet they were terribly disappointed with the answers that came. A few minutes after everyone had cleared the halls they saw a woman with a large bag run out the doors. Not long after they saw two other men, also with large bags, run out the doors. But then there was no more, and the three did not care to think of what THEY were doing. Finding Hagrid was all they wanted to do at the moment.
'Forget it! We'll never find them!' Ron exclaimed. But as he said this they heard a series of yells that emitted from a nearby classroom. No one else was about so they decided to look into this situation.
As they got closer they heard Hagrid's loud shouts come from within. '-I don't believe yeh! Yeh're lyin'!'
'I'm not lying!' Percy was there too.
'Then why did you sneak away?' And so was Professor McGonagall.
'I-I didn't like being yelled at!' Percy whimpered.
Harry, Ron and Hermoine reached the door and were discussing whether to enter or not when-
'Harry! What are yeh doin' here?' Hagrid had obviously spotted them.
'We-we were... we heard shouts and wondered what they were.' Ron replied, stepping into view.
'Ron!' Percy exclaimed.
Professor McGonagall grimaced. 'Then Hermoine must be with them too. Am I correct Miss Granger?'
'Yes. Professor.' Hermoine squeeked, also stepping into view.
'What's going on?' Harry asked.
Hagrid gave a dirty look towards Percy and spoke up. 'Percy here's been sneakin' around the castle, tryin' to help Fudge with some dirty scheme I suppose.'
Ron's jaw dropped. 'You're working with Fudge?! Against Dumbledore?!? Are you mad?!?! Dumbledore's our only way to get You-Know-Who! You know that!!!!'
'Of course I know that! I'm not stupid... or MAD! I'm just following my orders, and they were to assist Dumbledore in anything he needed.' Percy replied stiffly.
'How do we know yeh not lyin'?' Hagrid growled.
'Why would I want to go against Dumbledore?'
'Because yeh wanna keep yeh'r job! Yeh li'l selfish-' But Hagrid was cut off by Hermoine.
'I'm sorry to disagree with you Hagrid but Percy's got a point. He wouldn't go against Dumbledore, even if it meant his job.' She preached. 'Don't you think he's got more sense than that?'
Harry and Professor McGonagall nodded, but Hagrid just glared and Ron stood gazing stupidly at his older brother. Professor McGonagall sighed, and rubbed her brow as a headache approached. 'Let's talk about this tomorrow. Now, go straight to bed, all of you!'
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Dumbledore calmly walked up to the pear in the picture and tickled it. It giggled and 'pop!' it transformed into a door-knob. The Headmaster opened the 'door' and the company advanced inside. 'What extraordinary magic!' Haldir thought. He let his eyes linger around the corridor in which they walked and found that many of the portraits could speak and would often greet him with a kind 'Hello.'
As they neared the kitchens the pleasant odour of food met their noses and tantalized them with hunger. Lord Elrond smiled and turned to the other Elf.
'Keep a sharp eye Haldir, for we shall see the House-Elves very soon.' He reminded.
Haldir nodded, eagerly waiting for them to arrive; twas not just the food that urged him on but also the curiousity to view these 'house-elves'.
Stepping into a brightly lit, and fairly large, kitchen, Dumbledore announced, 'Here we are!'
A silence fell on the group.
Finally Haldir blurted aloud, 'But there is no one about.' He scanned the length of the room to find neither beast nor person. Yet he did notice the four long tables situated in the center of the kitchen.
Sirius smiled. 'Come on out! Don't be shy! We won't hurt you!'
Yet there was no reply. Long the company waited, but soon a small eye poked out from a corner and before they realized it, the kitchen was filled with small creatures. Indeed they were quite unlike to Haldir, with their large eyes, pointy ears and their strange garments. 'They cannot possibly be Elves.' he thought to himself. 'This is derision.'
Although as if reading his mind, Lord Elrond smiled at Haldir, 'These ARE House-Elves my friend.'
Haldir nodded and raised his eyebrows in curiosity as the looked down upon the tiny creatures.
One stepped from the group and with great audacity walked up to them, 'What is you be wanting sir?' It looked up at him and asked, but just as he'd finished speaking they heard another squeak from behind him. 'Dobby! You don'ts talks to masters like rude house-elf!'
'I is not being rude house-elf! I is just asking what masters is a wanting.' Dobby squeaked back.
Haldir shifted his position and Dumbledore regained his position in the front of the group and spoke kindly to Dobby.
'We would like some dinner Dobby. I'm afraid we missed the feast.'
Right away Dobby scurried from sight and returned with a plate filled with appetizers and tea. The company sat down at the table nearest to them and indulged themselves in news of the world. It was only Haldir who did not speak as he watched the house-elves closely. 'Could they be our kin whom refused to sail west to Valinor and stayed in Middle-Earth?' He asked himself. 'To give up their magic, their grace, their dignity to serve wizards in this profanity... what could have happened to them to cause such a change? And yet... what knowledge have I to conclude that they ARE our kin?'
For a while he thought be finally came up with a decision: he chose to tamper with his theory, and in Sindarin, he call out to Dobby, 'Dilio Dobby. Tulya simone.' "Stop Dobby. Come." was what he said.
The house-elves froze in their spots and stared curiously at Haldir.
'What did sir say?' Dobby asked.
'Tulya sinome.' Haldir repeated. 'You understand me, don't you?'
The house-elves nervously went back to their tasks and Dobby shuffled around uncomfortably and spoke in dissimulation, 'I is not know what sir is saying.' And he too, quickly bustled away.
Haldir looked back at the company, they looked back at him in puzzlement. Sirius, and Remus were confused as they did not know what had just happened, but the others looked intrigued. And the same thoughts shot throught their minds: How did the house-elves understand Haldir when he spoke in Sindarin? And why did they deny it?
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A/N: Finally done chpt. 8! I wanted to get this story finished by Nov. 11, but that's simply impossible at the time being. Why? you ask? The answers have been in every chapter... you just have to realize what it is and means. But I'll tell you anyway, when I upload the last chapter... which is going to be in a loooong time. Depending on how fast I write. :P
P.S. Tulya simone is actually Quenyan, 'cause I couldn't find the words in Sindarin. Ahem… I feel bad now. *sigh* Don't hate me for that… please?
