Disclaimer: Do you need to hear it again!? You do!? *Sighs* I don't own any of this stuff…*runs off and cries*

Rated PG for: Suggestion of a very painful injury.

AN: This is just the beginning of my Christmas special! The next chapter will be out before Christmas, and might even have no fights, after all, peace on earth, right? Haha, yeah right. Anyway, here is the next chapter (took me long enough, huh?), have fun!

Chapter Eight (Yeah! I am slow!)

Later that night…

After the sodden mass of Lockhart had been sufficiently disposed of, the energy in the tree house had gone down tenfold. Fred and George were still very much awake, but everybody else was feeling quite lethargic.

"Perhaps we should go back," Harry pondered aloud, staring blankly at the wall.

"Yeah, after all, somebody will start to worry about us," Hermione added.

"As long as it isn't Snape," Ron sighed.

"Do we really have to go?" Fred asked, looking slightly taken aback, "I was rather enjoying myself."

"Me too," George added, "this places needs some cheer about it. Who better to do that then the two of us?"

Galadriel entered the room then, having heard the entire conversation. She had been walking to her birdbath…er…mirror when she heard the conversation going on inside (after all, she is an elf). "You wish to leave so soon?" she asked. Remember that the people of Middle Earth are used to weeklong visits after saying, 'No, I really can't stay'.

"Well, people will start to wonder where we are," Harry told her, "and we have school to think about."

Ron rolled his eyes, "Harry, you moron, we're on our Christmas holidays right now."

Harry laughed rather nervously, "Oh yeah, I had nearly forgotten."

"That's a good point, there's hardly anybody left at the school to be worrying about us," Hermione nodded, agreeing with Ron. Needless to say, Ron was shocked into kind of a speechless gape. "What? It was a good point."

Galadriel looked delighted, "So you'll stay?"

"Depends," Fred piped up, "do you give out presents on Christmas?"

"On what?" Galadriel asked. Fred and George looked at her as if she had just sprouted fangs and told them that Lockhart was a good fellow.

"You don't celebrate Christmas?" George choked out, his eyes bulging out with surprise. Fred just shook his head in surprised silence.

Galadriel stared at them in return as if they belonged in the loony bin (although I don't think they had them in Middle Earth, otherwise Saruman would have been locked away years ago). "No…I've never heard of something so strange. Is it a ritual?"

"Holiday actually," Ron piped up, seeming rather keen on talking now that he had Hermione's approval, "it's when we celebrate the birth of um…an important religious figure by giving each other presents. Do you have a god?"

"Do I have a god?" The elf queen scoffed. "Of course! But I've never heard something quite so ridiculous as giving each other things."

"Well that has a significance too," Ron struggled, "you could read about it later. But the point is, everybody is quite attached to Christmas, and if you don't celebrate it then we'll probably go back to Hogwarts for it, and who knows if the window would close up while we were there."

Minutes of thoughtful silence passed until Galadriel spoke up again. "I will consult my mirror. Perhaps we could give this 'Christmas' of yours a try." Nobody, except a few other inhabitants of Middle Earth understood what the heck she meant, so they just smiled and nodded. With a smile the queen of Lorien left the room in search of guidance.

Fred and George congratulated their younger brother heartily on his splendid performance, and then ran off, promising that they would be back. "Just want to spruce things up a bit!" Fred called, having gotten over the shock of somebody not knowing what Christmas was.

"Don't even ask," Ron groaned, when Hermione opened her mouth. Merry and Pippin, being awfully curious, decided to follow the twins, who were overjoyed with their new partners-in-crime.

Frodo looked curious too, but was too twitchy and nervous to talk to the others. Besides, he thought looking adorable with his huge Hobbity eyes, his mother always told him not to talk to strangers.

Galadriel returned in a few hours, looking rather puzzled. "Indeed, the mirror shows me that Christmas would be beneficial and is a wholesome activity to partake in. However, it showed something else that I cannot interpret. It shows…a woman with large glasses and makes many predictions entering our mist. Do any of you know of such a woman?"

All of the members of Middle Earth politely shook their heads. "No ma'am," they chorused. However, the trio of from Hogwarts groaned loudly, and Dumbledore laughed. "We do know her. Her name is Professor Trewlaney, she…she's a fraud, but she teaches Divination. She'll probably 'see' us in her crystal ball or something and then go down to the kitchen because it strangely beckoned to her," Hermione explained with a long drawn out sigh.

"That is precisely what happened my dear," sound Professor Trewlaney's misty voice, as she stepped out of the shadows. Harry, Ron, and Hermione gulped in one simultaneous motion. "Although you have little aura, I imagine you would have done well in the area of guess work my dear," Trewlaney nodded to Hermione. Apparently, she hadn't heard the first part of what Hermione had said. "Hello. I'm afraid that I don't know as much as I should. I believe that my Inner Eye is rather clouded when it comes to other worlds." Galadriel stared at her for a moment, with an eyebrow raised. Without her mirror she wasn't exactly great shakes at reading minds, or telling the future, or anything of that sort, but there was something about the way Trewlaney's beady eyes stared at her…it was unsettling. She probably disturbed her students so much that they didn't realize that Divination could not be taught unless one had the Gift. She very much doubted whether any more than one student at Hogwarts had the Gift.

"I am Galadriel, lady of the wood, queen of Lothlorien," she replied, holding out her hand. Although the strangers had just turned up recently, she was pretty sure that this was a proper way of greeting.

"Pleased to meet you dear. I am Sibyl Trewlaney."

A slight twitch occurred in Galadriel's eye, but she ignored that and smiled graciously back. "Hermione informed me that you taught students Divination. Perhaps you could help me. Maybe your Inner Eye is clouded when it comes to other worlds, but maybe once you are in another world you will be able to perceive all within that world." This speech confused the "teacher" of Divination, but she nodded nonetheless.

"Of course I could try, but I cannot promise anything. Are you skilled in Divination yourself?" Trewlaney asked.

Galadriel looked positively insulted. Was she skilled in Divination? How dare that woman! If she knew anything about the art at all, she would be able to tell that Gaddy's aura was blinding. She was an elf! An elf sorcereress (or so said the dwarves)! Of course she was! That was it, it was time for war. "As the matter of fact I am," she sniffed back.

Trewlaney looked genuinely surprised. "How long dear? Your aura is very weak."

"One thousand years," Galadriel snapped frostily.

"One thousand! My if you aren't-"

"Don't you dare say it you, you," she struggled searching for a sufficient insult, "you old bat!"

Professor Trewlaney gasped, "I'm an old bat? You are the slowest learner I have ever seen!" Galadriel gritted her teeth and emitted a noise that sounded similar to that of a cave troll.

Match #7: Professor Trewlaney vs. Lady Galadriel

Announcer #1: Action at last! This should be a good one! In corner number one we have the so-called Professor at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! She wears interesting clothes and huge glasses!

And in corner number two from Middle Earth, we have Lady Gaddy! She has already been introduced to you numerous times, but I'll just say that she is older and wiser than the rest of us! She's also tall and has a tendency to overreact! Please ladies, no teeth, nails, or hair pulling. Let the match BEGIN!

"You!" Galadriel pointed a long and trembling finger at Harry who started out of his seat. "You are plagued by a fear you have no trouble naming! In addition to that you feel split loyalties, and in your future I see a tall dark man who will take you into his home!"

Harry grinned, "You mean Sirius will be cleared? That's great!"

Trewlaney 'humphed' and turned to Frodo, who's Hobbit eyes widened even further (if that's possible). "You carry a great burden." Frodo whimpered and nodded in reply.

Galadriel scoffed, that had been a lucky guess, and obvious besides, considering the poor Hobbit and been hunched over by the weight around his neck. "Ronald," she turned to the Weasley who visibly paled, "you are rather taken with somebody, but afraid to admit it. Do not fear, it will happen in the near future during a time of peril. Your feelings are mutual." Ron smiled uneasily but didn't say anything. She was right, of course.

"You feel a great loyalty to one in this room," Trewlaney said to Sam. Galadriel rolled her eyes. As if that wasn't even more obvious! The lad had been sitting next to Frodo talking to him, and rubbing his back in addition to asking him if he needed anything.

"Let's go to my mirror," Galadriel suggested, "perhaps we could both look into a possible future." Trewlaney nodded in fierce determination and the two women headed towards the beautiful bir-mirror, the rest of the company trailing behind, while remaining oddly silent. Upon arriving at the clearing Galadriel had to shoo a few birds away from the basin and picked up her silver pitcher and filled it with water.

"Why don't you tell everybody else what we will see?" Trewlaney suggested, hoping that she would figure out exactly what the mirror was.

"The mirror shows many things," Galadriel smirked, "things that were, things that are, and some things," she finished pouring the water, "that have not yet come to pass." Frodo whimpered again, even more pitifully as this and clutched the ring around his neck. He still had nightmares about that mirror, and the eye of Sauron tormented him. (Poor little Frodo! So little, so innocent, so cute. Doncha just wanna hug him?) "You first," Galadriel motioned, taking a step back. Trewlaney stepped forward and leaned over in order to get a better look. Without warning, the elf queen leapt forward again and dunked her head face first into the water.

Remember when she said that you must not touch the mirror? Yeah? Well, it was for good reason too. Trewlaney started running around, screaming madly and waving her arms in the air. Fred, George, Merry, and Pippin chose this excellent moment to enter the clearing bedecked with candy canes, mistletoe, stocking, decorations, you name it, they had it. "Excellent!" George exclaimed, "Starting the Christmas season early, are we?"

Galadriel had an awfully smug look on her face and accepted a candy cane. "Don't worry Sibyl dear," she laughed, "we'll have you healed in a few months. I may be a slow learner, but I can be rather mean spirited, eh? Cheers!" She unwrapped the candy and laughed again, this time everybody else joined in. This would be a very Merry Christmas.

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Oh, if you would kindly leave a review and tell me what matches you would fancy in the future, that would be absolutely splendid! Happy Holidays (to all you Jewish folk out there, I haven't forgotten you!) ^_^