A/N: Sorry about this being out so late, but *mumble mumble*.
I did get an anonymous review saying that I shouldn't write crossovers between magical worlds, but honestly if you don't like it, just don't read it! It IS that simple.
I'd also like to thank Hellga for pointing out several things. I'm really not that great at writing things to do with Tolkien seriously, I've only done humor, but with that no one really cares what you do. ^_^ Thanks for pointing it out!
Thank you to everyone who reviewed as well. It really boosts my self- esteem. ^_^
Nothing really happens for the first bit, but I couldn't leave out the beginning-of-the-year feast, now could I? Things will pick up afterwards. Oh, and if Galadriel is a bit O.O.C., she's in another world okay? Cut me some slack here. ^_^ If her teaching style is a bit unconventional, well you don't know how she teaches, do ya? ^_^
Here's the next chapter of your favorite HP/LOTR crossover! (I wish.)
The first day of term, morning. . .
Galadriel strode quickly and quietly down the corridor to the Great Hall. She had heard the train that would bring the students to Hogwarts from several miles away, so she decided to get to her place at the teacher's table.
The elven lady had only recently met her co-workers, but they seemed likable enough (apart from Snape). Not many believe her at first when she said she was an elf, but a quick look at her ears soon fixed that. She decided against a glamour to hide her elfishness, (is that a word?) if the student's noticed. . .well. . . it was about time elfs made an appearance in this world anyway.
She opened the door to the gigantic eating hall and practically floated in on her white robes. Black never did or will suit Galadriel, so she wore white instead, as usual. Sitting down in her assigned seat, she gazed around the near deserted Great Hall. The enchanted ceiling above was a clear blue sky with only a few puffy clouds in the high left corner.
The teachers were slowly filing in. Just as the last few sat down, the doors burst open, and the students from the years 2-7 rushed in to take their seats at the four tables. When they were all seated, the first years came in and were sorted. Afterwards, Dumbledore started his customary beginning-of-the-year speech. Galadriel knew exactly what he was going to say (she wasn't a telepath for nothing), so she let her eyes wander. Many of the first year student's faces were slightly afraid or apprehensive. The older students looked bored, apparently Dumbledore's speech didn't differ with the years.
Galadriel suddenly focused in on Dumbledore's words when she heard her name. "-and we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lorien." Some of the students looked curiously at her. The Headmaster and herself had chosen that name, for they couldn't very well call her Lady Galadriel the whole year.
Professor Dumbledore finished speaking and the feast was started. Galadriel only selected anything without meat. She never could eat something that used to be a living creature, though the same could not be said for some other elfs.
After the banquet was ended, Galadriel rose gracefully from her seat and walked out the door with the throng of students to her room to prepare for the next day.
~*~
Hermione was the first student to enter the new DADA classroom. That's no surprise. The surprise was that the teacher hadn't shown up yet. She frowned. Surly the Professor Lorien wouldn't be late for her first class? Hermione kept that impression until she looked up. There, sitting in the rafters of the ceiling, was Professor Lorien. Hermione opened her mouth to ask why she was sitting up there, but the Professor merely put a slender finger to her lips, asking for silence. The Gryffindor was puzzled, but she refrained from asking anything, for once.
Harry and Ron came in next. The Boy Who Lived spotted the Professor immediately, but Ron was in the dark. The rest of the class trailed in, some didn't see their professor, but some, like Pavarti and, surprisingly Neville, did. After everyone was in, Malfoy drawled, "So where that-" here he uttered a word I shall not type, "-of a teacher?"
Many gasped, not just at the disrespect to their teacher, but because the said teacher had jumped down from the rafters. "Mr. Malfoy," she said in a musical voice, "10 points from Slytherin." Then Malfoy muttered something no one could hear. No one, that is, but their new professor. "A FURTHER 15 points for your language Mr. Malfoy. I assure you, I am in no way a female dog." Malfoy flushed and mumbled an apology.
Professor Lorien turned and addressed the class. "First off, I'd like to congratulate all those who spotted me. As you're all probably wondering why I was sitting up there. If I were one of the users of the Dark Arts, those who didn't notice, would probably be dead." Her voice hardened. "But even those who detect me, are unprepared. That's why I'm here." Most of the students, even Malfoy were pretty impressed at her speech.
"Now I'm going to start off with an inquiry of what you need to learn. I understand that you haven't had the best teachers over the years." If one looked closely, one could discern a faint smile, but then it was gone. She opened one of the textbooks. "I assume you've learnt of the Unforgivables. . ."
She then spent half the class questioning about what they had learned. Professor Lorien was most impressed by their knowledge, until she reached the Orcs. ". . . and Orcs?" She had expected to move on with a quick 'yes', but they were silent. "You've not heard of Orcs? Uruk-Hai? Yrk? " Everyone turned to Hermione. She shook her head. "Really? Then that's where we should start. They were once elves." There was a titter of voices throughout the room. "But then the Dark Lord corrupted them, and turned them into Orcs." She closed her eyes, as if in pain, or sorrow. "How shall I describe them? Seven feet tall, scaled, haters of the light, no sympathy for any living creature, not even themselves. . . evil in its finest. Or should I say darkest."
Hermione was eating this information up. But she had a question, so her hand shot up. "Professor, you explained what an Orc was, but what is an Uruk-Hai and Yrk?"
"Yrk is Elvish for Orc." The Professor dismissed. "Uruk-Hai are a great deal like Orcs, but they are much stronger and have no weakness in sunlight."
Hermione asked yet another question. "House-elves have a language of their own?"
Professor Lorien looked at her. "No, they share it with the elves of Arda and the other Elven realms." The class was bursting with questions at her last statement, but were unable to ask a single one, because their professor glanced at the sun outside and shooed them out of her class, saying, "Go, go to your next class." The eager students would have to wait until the next day before starting inquiries. . . or did they?
~*~
Harry and Hermione were walking stealthily down the corridor after dark under the Invisibility cloak towards the kitchens. Ron couldn't be persuaded to come, mumbling, half-asleep, about leaving to find their stupid answers to their stupid questions their stupid selves, and leaving him there to sleep.
As they approached the portrait that led to the kitchens, it slid open to reveal none other than Professor Lorien herself. Harry and Hermione stopped to listen. She was talking quietly to Dobby in a strange language, and then turned to leave. But before she could, Dobby said, "'Bye Queen Galadriel."
But the professor simply waved him off, saying, "How many times, Dobby? I've told you many times not to call me that."
Dobby sighed. It seemed to Harry and Hermione that this was an old argument. "But you IS a queen." He insisted, but not convincingly. She had left down the hall. Then he too turned and left, back through the portrait.
Harry and Hermione crept towards it, but then Professor Lorien turned back and looked strait at them. "Take it off right now." She ordered.
Since they had no other choice, they took it off. But Harry felt he was entitled to an explanation. "How'd you know?"
The professor tapped the side of her head and smiled. "That's for me to know, and you to find out." Then her face rearranged itself back into its customary indifference. "5 points each from Gryffindor for sneaking around after curfew. Now, back to your dorms."
Hermione sighed. It seemed they wouldn't be getting any answers after all.
I did get an anonymous review saying that I shouldn't write crossovers between magical worlds, but honestly if you don't like it, just don't read it! It IS that simple.
I'd also like to thank Hellga for pointing out several things. I'm really not that great at writing things to do with Tolkien seriously, I've only done humor, but with that no one really cares what you do. ^_^ Thanks for pointing it out!
Thank you to everyone who reviewed as well. It really boosts my self- esteem. ^_^
Nothing really happens for the first bit, but I couldn't leave out the beginning-of-the-year feast, now could I? Things will pick up afterwards. Oh, and if Galadriel is a bit O.O.C., she's in another world okay? Cut me some slack here. ^_^ If her teaching style is a bit unconventional, well you don't know how she teaches, do ya? ^_^
Here's the next chapter of your favorite HP/LOTR crossover! (I wish.)
The first day of term, morning. . .
Galadriel strode quickly and quietly down the corridor to the Great Hall. She had heard the train that would bring the students to Hogwarts from several miles away, so she decided to get to her place at the teacher's table.
The elven lady had only recently met her co-workers, but they seemed likable enough (apart from Snape). Not many believe her at first when she said she was an elf, but a quick look at her ears soon fixed that. She decided against a glamour to hide her elfishness, (is that a word?) if the student's noticed. . .well. . . it was about time elfs made an appearance in this world anyway.
She opened the door to the gigantic eating hall and practically floated in on her white robes. Black never did or will suit Galadriel, so she wore white instead, as usual. Sitting down in her assigned seat, she gazed around the near deserted Great Hall. The enchanted ceiling above was a clear blue sky with only a few puffy clouds in the high left corner.
The teachers were slowly filing in. Just as the last few sat down, the doors burst open, and the students from the years 2-7 rushed in to take their seats at the four tables. When they were all seated, the first years came in and were sorted. Afterwards, Dumbledore started his customary beginning-of-the-year speech. Galadriel knew exactly what he was going to say (she wasn't a telepath for nothing), so she let her eyes wander. Many of the first year student's faces were slightly afraid or apprehensive. The older students looked bored, apparently Dumbledore's speech didn't differ with the years.
Galadriel suddenly focused in on Dumbledore's words when she heard her name. "-and we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lorien." Some of the students looked curiously at her. The Headmaster and herself had chosen that name, for they couldn't very well call her Lady Galadriel the whole year.
Professor Dumbledore finished speaking and the feast was started. Galadriel only selected anything without meat. She never could eat something that used to be a living creature, though the same could not be said for some other elfs.
After the banquet was ended, Galadriel rose gracefully from her seat and walked out the door with the throng of students to her room to prepare for the next day.
~*~
Hermione was the first student to enter the new DADA classroom. That's no surprise. The surprise was that the teacher hadn't shown up yet. She frowned. Surly the Professor Lorien wouldn't be late for her first class? Hermione kept that impression until she looked up. There, sitting in the rafters of the ceiling, was Professor Lorien. Hermione opened her mouth to ask why she was sitting up there, but the Professor merely put a slender finger to her lips, asking for silence. The Gryffindor was puzzled, but she refrained from asking anything, for once.
Harry and Ron came in next. The Boy Who Lived spotted the Professor immediately, but Ron was in the dark. The rest of the class trailed in, some didn't see their professor, but some, like Pavarti and, surprisingly Neville, did. After everyone was in, Malfoy drawled, "So where that-" here he uttered a word I shall not type, "-of a teacher?"
Many gasped, not just at the disrespect to their teacher, but because the said teacher had jumped down from the rafters. "Mr. Malfoy," she said in a musical voice, "10 points from Slytherin." Then Malfoy muttered something no one could hear. No one, that is, but their new professor. "A FURTHER 15 points for your language Mr. Malfoy. I assure you, I am in no way a female dog." Malfoy flushed and mumbled an apology.
Professor Lorien turned and addressed the class. "First off, I'd like to congratulate all those who spotted me. As you're all probably wondering why I was sitting up there. If I were one of the users of the Dark Arts, those who didn't notice, would probably be dead." Her voice hardened. "But even those who detect me, are unprepared. That's why I'm here." Most of the students, even Malfoy were pretty impressed at her speech.
"Now I'm going to start off with an inquiry of what you need to learn. I understand that you haven't had the best teachers over the years." If one looked closely, one could discern a faint smile, but then it was gone. She opened one of the textbooks. "I assume you've learnt of the Unforgivables. . ."
She then spent half the class questioning about what they had learned. Professor Lorien was most impressed by their knowledge, until she reached the Orcs. ". . . and Orcs?" She had expected to move on with a quick 'yes', but they were silent. "You've not heard of Orcs? Uruk-Hai? Yrk? " Everyone turned to Hermione. She shook her head. "Really? Then that's where we should start. They were once elves." There was a titter of voices throughout the room. "But then the Dark Lord corrupted them, and turned them into Orcs." She closed her eyes, as if in pain, or sorrow. "How shall I describe them? Seven feet tall, scaled, haters of the light, no sympathy for any living creature, not even themselves. . . evil in its finest. Or should I say darkest."
Hermione was eating this information up. But she had a question, so her hand shot up. "Professor, you explained what an Orc was, but what is an Uruk-Hai and Yrk?"
"Yrk is Elvish for Orc." The Professor dismissed. "Uruk-Hai are a great deal like Orcs, but they are much stronger and have no weakness in sunlight."
Hermione asked yet another question. "House-elves have a language of their own?"
Professor Lorien looked at her. "No, they share it with the elves of Arda and the other Elven realms." The class was bursting with questions at her last statement, but were unable to ask a single one, because their professor glanced at the sun outside and shooed them out of her class, saying, "Go, go to your next class." The eager students would have to wait until the next day before starting inquiries. . . or did they?
~*~
Harry and Hermione were walking stealthily down the corridor after dark under the Invisibility cloak towards the kitchens. Ron couldn't be persuaded to come, mumbling, half-asleep, about leaving to find their stupid answers to their stupid questions their stupid selves, and leaving him there to sleep.
As they approached the portrait that led to the kitchens, it slid open to reveal none other than Professor Lorien herself. Harry and Hermione stopped to listen. She was talking quietly to Dobby in a strange language, and then turned to leave. But before she could, Dobby said, "'Bye Queen Galadriel."
But the professor simply waved him off, saying, "How many times, Dobby? I've told you many times not to call me that."
Dobby sighed. It seemed to Harry and Hermione that this was an old argument. "But you IS a queen." He insisted, but not convincingly. She had left down the hall. Then he too turned and left, back through the portrait.
Harry and Hermione crept towards it, but then Professor Lorien turned back and looked strait at them. "Take it off right now." She ordered.
Since they had no other choice, they took it off. But Harry felt he was entitled to an explanation. "How'd you know?"
The professor tapped the side of her head and smiled. "That's for me to know, and you to find out." Then her face rearranged itself back into its customary indifference. "5 points each from Gryffindor for sneaking around after curfew. Now, back to your dorms."
Hermione sighed. It seemed they wouldn't be getting any answers after all.
