Disclaimer: Both Tolkien's and Rowling's creations aren't mine. =(
Poenixqueen - hehe! I had writers block! That's why the theory was barmy! Yeah, poor Elrond! But hey! We all love him! LOL! =)
Rhysel Ash - well, Ron and Hermione could all stay in Lorien to be "enlightened".
Quel - hellooo! Hope you like this chapter! I ad writers block!
Trishette - THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME! I OWE YOU! MUAHS! LOL! I hate cliffhangers too! (if im reading a fanfic that is! But I love it when I'm writing one!) =P
Anon - heyz! I love to rant and ramble on random things! There's nothing wrong with that! I love Glorfindel! MINE! Muahahaha! I wanted so much for him to be in the movies! But along comes Arwen... sighs
Europa - Thanks for reviewing! Me loves you!
MoroTheWolfGod - Legolas comes in hereee! YAY! LOL! =) YES! LONG LIVE LORD GLORFINDEL!
PurpleMonkey - =P They're all a happie familie! =)
Bula Greenleaf sorry this chapter took so long! I had writers block! =( Anyway, hope you'll like this chapter!
EraofTheSun - I continued as soon as I could! Hope you like this one!
Thorn Rose - nice pen name!!! And thanks for telling me about the quote thing! Me loves you lots!
rogue solus - I updated! YAY! Sorry it took ages! =)
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'Where Hermione?'
Harry shrugged. 'Elrond's library?' he suggested. He scratched at his shirt collar agitatedly. The elves had given them some clothes but all of them had some kind of embroidery. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with a rather stiff collar with lots of leaves, vines and sorts twirling and entwining around his neck. It was hot. And itchy.
'Oh -no-! Not -again-!' Ron moaned. 'Can't she just enjoy time -without- homework or teachers?'
'Where else, do you think? Of course she's in the library! And I don't think she understands the concept of "vacation" or "no homework" She's -Hermione-, remember?'
Ron sighed. 'C'mon, let's see if we can drag her to tea.'
They made their way to the enormous library of Rivendell, (almost as large as the Library of Minas Tirith) which was beyond flooded with books and overflowing with parchment scrolls. Some were written in the common tongue, but most were written in the flowing Elvish script.
'Hermione?' Harry called uncertainly.
'Over here!' she replied from somewhere behind a towering pile of books in both languages.
'What -are- you doing?' demanded Ron, staring at her. 'You can't be memorizing the -entire- history of this place!' he asked. 'can you?' he added, as if he wasn't sure if it was beyond the capabilities of Hermione Granger.
Hermione gave him an annoyed glance. 'I'm just spending my time wisely, that's all. Knowledge is power. Besides, their history is amazing! I read somewhere in one of these books,' she gestured to the pile beside her, with a card that read 'finished stack' in her prim script, *The Lay of Lúthien and Beren* . It was so romantic!' she sighed.
Ron stared at her blankly. 'Beren? oh, yeah, think I heard about that curse somewhere. Turns you into a simpering romantic, right?'
'Lúthien?' Harry asked. 'Who's that?'
'Oh, you two are hopeless! Spending all your time wandering aimlessly about, stuffing your faces, when you could be learning how to read that,' she gestured to a chart translating Tengwar symbols into Common letters. 'Or, at the very least, finding out about that woman we're going to be meeting!'
'I -beg- your pardon, but at least we are planning to stay alive to meet her by not -starving- to death!'
'Ron! Honestly! Starving to death indeed. I'm going to eat. Once I've finished with that stack over there. Oh, I -wish- McGonagall hadn't taken away my Time Turner.'
Ron looked dubiously at the stack labeled 'before tea.' It was nearly as tall as him.
'Well, if your not planning to starve, want to have tea with us? Ron and I were looking for you.' Harry interrupted before things could get considerably "nasty" between the other two.
'Well, all right,' said Hermione, closing her the book she was reading with a snap. She smoothed out her silver dress delicately. 'As long as I can get back to the library before dark and bring some of these to my room for some bedtime reading.'
Harry rolled his eyes at the same time Ron mouthed "bedtime reading?" in disbelief.
Ron leaned over the table to read the title of the enormous volume. He squinted as he tried to read the tiny letters upside down.
'The Age of the Sill... Silmar...Silmarlon?
'The Age of the Silmarillion,' corrected Hermione. 'The Silmarils were three jewels crafted by this elf, Feanor. And he-'
'Okay, okay, okay,' cut in Ron hurriedly. 'Let's go. I'm hungry.'
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'So, what are planning to do later Harry?' asked Ron through something that slightly resembled a muffin, heedless of all the crumbs -raining- on his green tunic.
'Dunno.'
Ron paused before stuffing another elvish cake into his mouth.
'You know, I think our magic is getting rusty. We haven't used it since we came here.'
Hermione blanched. 'Ron, for goodness sake! That's disgusting! Close your mouth when you chew!'
Ron responded to this by simply opening his mouth wider to annoy her.
Harry thought for a moment. 'That's true. Why? Are you suggesting that we should practice casting spells and things?
Ron looked at Harry and narrowed his eyes.
'-Maybe-.'
Harry snorted, and would have choked to death on the elvish cake if Ron hadn't saved him by whacking him on his back. 'T...Thanks, Ron. Maybe nothing! Are you scared that we might have lost our magic? Fat chance! Magic students don't just randomly turn into Squibs!'
Ron shrugged. 'Maybe though. You never know! We've just been sent to another world because of a banshee. We could have lost our magic.'
'Ron, I performed a Patronus Charm. We haven't lost our magic,' Harry said dryly.
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'Wingardium leviosa!'
A rock rose and hovered in the air above their heads.
'See?' said Harry rather smugly.
'Well, in any case, since we're here, let's practice a bit. I've haven't done any magic in -ages-!' Ron snapped.
'You give it a go then, Ron. Go on!'
Ron licked his lips nervously. 'Err... all right then.' He rolled up his sleeves of his elvish garment.
'Wingardium leviosa!'
Another humble subject of the mineral family rose up into the air and greeted his cousin, the rock already hovering in the air, with a bump.
'Not too bad.'
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'There! Try that tree over there!'
Harry looked at the direction at which Ron was pointing at.
Elrond's grounds were covered with trees. Harry squinted. 'Where?!'
'The one that is next to the willow-ish looking thing!'
'The one with the red fruits?'
'No no no! The one without any fruit or flowers!'
Hermione crossed her arms, looking amused.
'The one with the branch sticking out?'
'Yeah!'
'Okay, what do you want me to do to it?'
'Hex it!'
'-HEX- it?!'
'Yeah.'
'Can you even -hex- a -tree-?'
'Suppose so.'
'I don't think that's a good idea, Harry!' called Hermione shrilly as Harry raised his wand.
'Just ignore her!'
'Right. What do you want me to do to it?'
'Give it a jelly-legs curse!'
'You -can't- give it a jelly-legs curse! It hasn't got anything to -turn- into Jelly!'
'Quiet, Hermione! Let him concentrate! Anyway, maybe it's a Whomping Willow kind of tree... -Those- can move. Broke my leg this year, remember?'
Harry muttered the spell under his breath; ignoring to two arguing behind him.
Nothing happened.
'Told you. It won't work because the tree has no -legs-!'
'Whatever, Hermione!'
But Harry was staring at the tree. The leaves at the topmost branches started to wriggle and move.
'H...Herm...Hermione? R...Ron?'
They turned and stared at him. Then at the tree.
'AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'
'AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'
Harry didn't scream. He couldn't. He was rooted on the spot. His legs weren't functioning.
The tree wriggled some more. Some leaves got shook off and falling slowly to the ground.
Then...
There was a moan.
Then...
The tree started to speak.
'Ai, Valar! What have these Edain children done to me? My legs! Why can I not use them? What curse is this?'
'H...Harry! The tree is talking! Do something!' Hermione screeched, sounding hysterical.
Harry stared at the tree. The branches were still shaking.
Then...
-Someone- fell out of the tree.
He tried to stand but his legs quickly gave way. He grasped the trunk of the "talking" tree for support.
'His legs...' thought Harry, 'they're... wobbly? As if...' Realization hit him about the same time as it hit Hermione.
'Oh no...' they groaned in perfect unison.
Ron stared a the elf.
He was blonde and was clad in green and browns.
'What is he-' Ron started but realized that no one was there to answer his question. Harry and Hermione were already sprinting across the grass to the elf.
'Are you okay?' he heard Hermione asking the elf.
'I am fine if not for the curse that you have lain upon me.'
Harry felt guilty. 'Err... Sorry about that, sir. It was an accident!' he explained sheepishly.
'Err... Who are you, sir?' Ron asked.
The elf looked down at him.
'Whoa... look at those arrows...' thought Ron. Gulping. 'Did we make him mad?'
'OH MY!' thought Hermione. Her brain had turned to mush at the mere sight of the elf.
The elf straightened himself. His legs were still wobbly.
'No wonder we couldn't see him!' thought Harry, 'look at him! Dressed in green and browns. Like camouflage!'
The elf took a breath. (most probably to calm himself)
'I am from the realm of Mirkwood. I am Legolas Thranduilion son of Thranduil King...'
'We're dead,' thought Ron miserably, 'we just cursed a royalty!'
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THANKS LANTARMIEL FOR BETA-READING! I LIKED YOUR CHANGES! Though I added bits here and there again, LOL!
Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.
Kurt Vonnegut (1922 )
Please review!!!
Poenixqueen - hehe! I had writers block! That's why the theory was barmy! Yeah, poor Elrond! But hey! We all love him! LOL! =)
Rhysel Ash - well, Ron and Hermione could all stay in Lorien to be "enlightened".
Quel - hellooo! Hope you like this chapter! I ad writers block!
Trishette - THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME! I OWE YOU! MUAHS! LOL! I hate cliffhangers too! (if im reading a fanfic that is! But I love it when I'm writing one!) =P
Anon - heyz! I love to rant and ramble on random things! There's nothing wrong with that! I love Glorfindel! MINE! Muahahaha! I wanted so much for him to be in the movies! But along comes Arwen... sighs
Europa - Thanks for reviewing! Me loves you!
MoroTheWolfGod - Legolas comes in hereee! YAY! LOL! =) YES! LONG LIVE LORD GLORFINDEL!
PurpleMonkey - =P They're all a happie familie! =)
Bula Greenleaf sorry this chapter took so long! I had writers block! =( Anyway, hope you'll like this chapter!
EraofTheSun - I continued as soon as I could! Hope you like this one!
Thorn Rose - nice pen name!!! And thanks for telling me about the quote thing! Me loves you lots!
rogue solus - I updated! YAY! Sorry it took ages! =)
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'Where Hermione?'
Harry shrugged. 'Elrond's library?' he suggested. He scratched at his shirt collar agitatedly. The elves had given them some clothes but all of them had some kind of embroidery. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with a rather stiff collar with lots of leaves, vines and sorts twirling and entwining around his neck. It was hot. And itchy.
'Oh -no-! Not -again-!' Ron moaned. 'Can't she just enjoy time -without- homework or teachers?'
'Where else, do you think? Of course she's in the library! And I don't think she understands the concept of "vacation" or "no homework" She's -Hermione-, remember?'
Ron sighed. 'C'mon, let's see if we can drag her to tea.'
They made their way to the enormous library of Rivendell, (almost as large as the Library of Minas Tirith) which was beyond flooded with books and overflowing with parchment scrolls. Some were written in the common tongue, but most were written in the flowing Elvish script.
'Hermione?' Harry called uncertainly.
'Over here!' she replied from somewhere behind a towering pile of books in both languages.
'What -are- you doing?' demanded Ron, staring at her. 'You can't be memorizing the -entire- history of this place!' he asked. 'can you?' he added, as if he wasn't sure if it was beyond the capabilities of Hermione Granger.
Hermione gave him an annoyed glance. 'I'm just spending my time wisely, that's all. Knowledge is power. Besides, their history is amazing! I read somewhere in one of these books,' she gestured to the pile beside her, with a card that read 'finished stack' in her prim script, *The Lay of Lúthien and Beren* . It was so romantic!' she sighed.
Ron stared at her blankly. 'Beren? oh, yeah, think I heard about that curse somewhere. Turns you into a simpering romantic, right?'
'Lúthien?' Harry asked. 'Who's that?'
'Oh, you two are hopeless! Spending all your time wandering aimlessly about, stuffing your faces, when you could be learning how to read that,' she gestured to a chart translating Tengwar symbols into Common letters. 'Or, at the very least, finding out about that woman we're going to be meeting!'
'I -beg- your pardon, but at least we are planning to stay alive to meet her by not -starving- to death!'
'Ron! Honestly! Starving to death indeed. I'm going to eat. Once I've finished with that stack over there. Oh, I -wish- McGonagall hadn't taken away my Time Turner.'
Ron looked dubiously at the stack labeled 'before tea.' It was nearly as tall as him.
'Well, if your not planning to starve, want to have tea with us? Ron and I were looking for you.' Harry interrupted before things could get considerably "nasty" between the other two.
'Well, all right,' said Hermione, closing her the book she was reading with a snap. She smoothed out her silver dress delicately. 'As long as I can get back to the library before dark and bring some of these to my room for some bedtime reading.'
Harry rolled his eyes at the same time Ron mouthed "bedtime reading?" in disbelief.
Ron leaned over the table to read the title of the enormous volume. He squinted as he tried to read the tiny letters upside down.
'The Age of the Sill... Silmar...Silmarlon?
'The Age of the Silmarillion,' corrected Hermione. 'The Silmarils were three jewels crafted by this elf, Feanor. And he-'
'Okay, okay, okay,' cut in Ron hurriedly. 'Let's go. I'm hungry.'
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'So, what are planning to do later Harry?' asked Ron through something that slightly resembled a muffin, heedless of all the crumbs -raining- on his green tunic.
'Dunno.'
Ron paused before stuffing another elvish cake into his mouth.
'You know, I think our magic is getting rusty. We haven't used it since we came here.'
Hermione blanched. 'Ron, for goodness sake! That's disgusting! Close your mouth when you chew!'
Ron responded to this by simply opening his mouth wider to annoy her.
Harry thought for a moment. 'That's true. Why? Are you suggesting that we should practice casting spells and things?
Ron looked at Harry and narrowed his eyes.
'-Maybe-.'
Harry snorted, and would have choked to death on the elvish cake if Ron hadn't saved him by whacking him on his back. 'T...Thanks, Ron. Maybe nothing! Are you scared that we might have lost our magic? Fat chance! Magic students don't just randomly turn into Squibs!'
Ron shrugged. 'Maybe though. You never know! We've just been sent to another world because of a banshee. We could have lost our magic.'
'Ron, I performed a Patronus Charm. We haven't lost our magic,' Harry said dryly.
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'Wingardium leviosa!'
A rock rose and hovered in the air above their heads.
'See?' said Harry rather smugly.
'Well, in any case, since we're here, let's practice a bit. I've haven't done any magic in -ages-!' Ron snapped.
'You give it a go then, Ron. Go on!'
Ron licked his lips nervously. 'Err... all right then.' He rolled up his sleeves of his elvish garment.
'Wingardium leviosa!'
Another humble subject of the mineral family rose up into the air and greeted his cousin, the rock already hovering in the air, with a bump.
'Not too bad.'
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'There! Try that tree over there!'
Harry looked at the direction at which Ron was pointing at.
Elrond's grounds were covered with trees. Harry squinted. 'Where?!'
'The one that is next to the willow-ish looking thing!'
'The one with the red fruits?'
'No no no! The one without any fruit or flowers!'
Hermione crossed her arms, looking amused.
'The one with the branch sticking out?'
'Yeah!'
'Okay, what do you want me to do to it?'
'Hex it!'
'-HEX- it?!'
'Yeah.'
'Can you even -hex- a -tree-?'
'Suppose so.'
'I don't think that's a good idea, Harry!' called Hermione shrilly as Harry raised his wand.
'Just ignore her!'
'Right. What do you want me to do to it?'
'Give it a jelly-legs curse!'
'You -can't- give it a jelly-legs curse! It hasn't got anything to -turn- into Jelly!'
'Quiet, Hermione! Let him concentrate! Anyway, maybe it's a Whomping Willow kind of tree... -Those- can move. Broke my leg this year, remember?'
Harry muttered the spell under his breath; ignoring to two arguing behind him.
Nothing happened.
'Told you. It won't work because the tree has no -legs-!'
'Whatever, Hermione!'
But Harry was staring at the tree. The leaves at the topmost branches started to wriggle and move.
'H...Herm...Hermione? R...Ron?'
They turned and stared at him. Then at the tree.
'AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'
'AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'
Harry didn't scream. He couldn't. He was rooted on the spot. His legs weren't functioning.
The tree wriggled some more. Some leaves got shook off and falling slowly to the ground.
Then...
There was a moan.
Then...
The tree started to speak.
'Ai, Valar! What have these Edain children done to me? My legs! Why can I not use them? What curse is this?'
'H...Harry! The tree is talking! Do something!' Hermione screeched, sounding hysterical.
Harry stared at the tree. The branches were still shaking.
Then...
-Someone- fell out of the tree.
He tried to stand but his legs quickly gave way. He grasped the trunk of the "talking" tree for support.
'His legs...' thought Harry, 'they're... wobbly? As if...' Realization hit him about the same time as it hit Hermione.
'Oh no...' they groaned in perfect unison.
Ron stared a the elf.
He was blonde and was clad in green and browns.
'What is he-' Ron started but realized that no one was there to answer his question. Harry and Hermione were already sprinting across the grass to the elf.
'Are you okay?' he heard Hermione asking the elf.
'I am fine if not for the curse that you have lain upon me.'
Harry felt guilty. 'Err... Sorry about that, sir. It was an accident!' he explained sheepishly.
'Err... Who are you, sir?' Ron asked.
The elf looked down at him.
'Whoa... look at those arrows...' thought Ron. Gulping. 'Did we make him mad?'
'OH MY!' thought Hermione. Her brain had turned to mush at the mere sight of the elf.
The elf straightened himself. His legs were still wobbly.
'No wonder we couldn't see him!' thought Harry, 'look at him! Dressed in green and browns. Like camouflage!'
The elf took a breath. (most probably to calm himself)
'I am from the realm of Mirkwood. I am Legolas Thranduilion son of Thranduil King...'
'We're dead,' thought Ron miserably, 'we just cursed a royalty!'
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THANKS LANTARMIEL FOR BETA-READING! I LIKED YOUR CHANGES! Though I added bits here and there again, LOL!
Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.
Kurt Vonnegut (1922 )
Please review!!!