New Threat Chapter 2
Harry landed, ungracefully, in the middle of a large bedroom next to Frodo and Sam. He stood up and brushed some dirt off from his butt. "Big place." He commented as he looked around.
"Sure is. This is your bedroom, where you're going to stay while you're here. Sam and I have a bedroom farther down this hall." Harry blinked.
"This is a bedroom?!? It's bigger then the Gryffindor common room!" Harry glanced around the room, wide eyed. It was huge!
By the far wall, raised on a small platform, was a large bed. It was a beautiful four-poster, made of oak. The comforter was white, with golden trim. The platform itself was what appeared to be solid gold, and has silver lined steps leading up.
Beside the bed was a smaller door, which Harry assumed to led to a bathroom. All around the room, plants of all kinds were scattered. A good- sized desk was in the corner, that too was oak, and had a rolling chair.
There were chairs and couches littered around a small fireplace, with an oak table in the middle. The walls were silver-ish with gold trim, like the bed, and had vines growing up them.
Harry was speechless. "We have to go now. We'll come get you in the morning." Frodo said. Harry nodded and wandered over to the bed. He ran his hand over the comforter to find that it was silk. The door behind him closed and he allowed himself to fall onto the bed.
"What am I doing here..?" He asked himself before drifting off to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"NO!" Harry shot up in bed, sweat making his face shine in the light. "A dream..another dream." Harry slid out of his bed and padded over to the door that Frodo and Sam went out of a few hours ago.
He peered out and looked both ways. Doors lined the walls on both sides. Which way was he to go? Harry stepped out and slid the door to his room closed behind him. Did either of them say where their room was? Which way he was supposed to go?
Harry started walking, turning left. He tried door after door, only to find them all locked or empty. He turned the corner at a high speed and suddenly found himself on his butt for the second time in the past two days.
He looked up to see a man with long dirty bond hair, though it might've been a light brown. Harry's first thought was spoken out loud. "Malfoy!" He scrambled to his feet and drew his wand. "What are you doing here?"
"Excuse me? Who do you think you are? I LIVE here!" Harry blinked. "And who's Malfoy?" Harry slowly lowered his wand as he studied the man before him.
After a brief minute of studying him, Harry realized that this could not be a Malfoy. He was too..nice. Not to mention good looking. Harry blinked. 'Did I just think that?'
"I'm sorry. You just looked like someone I knew. I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Harry held out his hand as he slipped his wand back into his pocket.
"Legolas. Pleased to meet you." They shook hands. "What are you doing out here?"
"I uhm.had a nightmare and I wanted to see if anyone had some Drought of the Living Death potion." Legolas blinked. "My nightmares are bad and that's the only thing I can take to stop them."
"I see. Well, I know we don't have any of that here. But I can make you something else to help." Harry grinned. "Follow me."
Harry followed Legolas to a smaller room, stacked with potion ingredients. "Find a seat and make yourself comfortable. I'll have your potion done in a bit."
TBC
Well, I know it's short, but I thought now was a good time to stop. Next chappie will be up in a bit!
Harry landed, ungracefully, in the middle of a large bedroom next to Frodo and Sam. He stood up and brushed some dirt off from his butt. "Big place." He commented as he looked around.
"Sure is. This is your bedroom, where you're going to stay while you're here. Sam and I have a bedroom farther down this hall." Harry blinked.
"This is a bedroom?!? It's bigger then the Gryffindor common room!" Harry glanced around the room, wide eyed. It was huge!
By the far wall, raised on a small platform, was a large bed. It was a beautiful four-poster, made of oak. The comforter was white, with golden trim. The platform itself was what appeared to be solid gold, and has silver lined steps leading up.
Beside the bed was a smaller door, which Harry assumed to led to a bathroom. All around the room, plants of all kinds were scattered. A good- sized desk was in the corner, that too was oak, and had a rolling chair.
There were chairs and couches littered around a small fireplace, with an oak table in the middle. The walls were silver-ish with gold trim, like the bed, and had vines growing up them.
Harry was speechless. "We have to go now. We'll come get you in the morning." Frodo said. Harry nodded and wandered over to the bed. He ran his hand over the comforter to find that it was silk. The door behind him closed and he allowed himself to fall onto the bed.
"What am I doing here..?" He asked himself before drifting off to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"NO!" Harry shot up in bed, sweat making his face shine in the light. "A dream..another dream." Harry slid out of his bed and padded over to the door that Frodo and Sam went out of a few hours ago.
He peered out and looked both ways. Doors lined the walls on both sides. Which way was he to go? Harry stepped out and slid the door to his room closed behind him. Did either of them say where their room was? Which way he was supposed to go?
Harry started walking, turning left. He tried door after door, only to find them all locked or empty. He turned the corner at a high speed and suddenly found himself on his butt for the second time in the past two days.
He looked up to see a man with long dirty bond hair, though it might've been a light brown. Harry's first thought was spoken out loud. "Malfoy!" He scrambled to his feet and drew his wand. "What are you doing here?"
"Excuse me? Who do you think you are? I LIVE here!" Harry blinked. "And who's Malfoy?" Harry slowly lowered his wand as he studied the man before him.
After a brief minute of studying him, Harry realized that this could not be a Malfoy. He was too..nice. Not to mention good looking. Harry blinked. 'Did I just think that?'
"I'm sorry. You just looked like someone I knew. I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Harry held out his hand as he slipped his wand back into his pocket.
"Legolas. Pleased to meet you." They shook hands. "What are you doing out here?"
"I uhm.had a nightmare and I wanted to see if anyone had some Drought of the Living Death potion." Legolas blinked. "My nightmares are bad and that's the only thing I can take to stop them."
"I see. Well, I know we don't have any of that here. But I can make you something else to help." Harry grinned. "Follow me."
Harry followed Legolas to a smaller room, stacked with potion ingredients. "Find a seat and make yourself comfortable. I'll have your potion done in a bit."
TBC
Well, I know it's short, but I thought now was a good time to stop. Next chappie will be up in a bit!
