All of the phrases that have * in front of them are defined at the bottom.
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione got off the Hogwarts Express. It was their first day back to Hogwarts on their seventh and last year and they couldn't wait to get started. Hermione especially.
"Will you two come on!" she urged them, running to one of the horseless carriages, "I want to be one of the first people in there."
"Why do you want to do that?" Ron asked her.
"I want to get a good seat to get a good view of the first years since it's the last time we'll be able to see any first years unless we become teachers and I don't think either of you plan to do that any time soon."
"Alright we're coming," Harry said running to catch up with Hermione Ron sighed and ran also.
When they got into the carriage it moved forward and they talked about their summers. When they reached the front of the castle, they walked with the rest of the class up to the oak doorways. Upon entering, the three friends felt like they were home again.
They went into the Great Hall and sat down at the front of the table nearest to where the sorting would be. Shortly after all the second through seventh years got settled, the doors to the Great Hall burst open and the first years entered; McGonagal in the lead.
Hermione watched all the little first years walk in with a smile on her face. They were all so cute! Then as they came near the end of the line, she went from looking down at the first years to a boy that she had to look up... and up... and up to see his face. He didn't look like a first year at all. He looked more to be their age if not older. He had long, flowing, blond hair that went past his shoulders tied back in a braid with some hair hanging down form it. Stunning blue eyes that shone from his angelic face. He also had on the strangest clothes. He had a forest green coat sort of thing that went to his thighs, pants, and then the smallest shoes she had ever seen, though they fit perfectly with is appearance. Over that he had the standard black Hogwarts robe that was open and she could see some of his muscular arms. On his back was what looked to her, a bow and a quiver of arrows and also two small daggers. She didn't have a clue what these were for. But the thing that caught her off guard was his ears. They were pointed.
Hermione was enticed to say the least. Her and the rest of the girls in the Hall. There was something about him. She tried not to stare, but couldn't help it. Then he unexpectedly turned to her, saw her staring and smiled nicely, almost shyly. If it had been possible, his face grew even more gorgeous with that smile. Hermione blushed profusely and looked away.
Harry saw her blush and he nudged Ron. Ron looked also and when he saw her face, he started snickering. Harry joined in. Hermione looked over at them and glared daggers.
"Will you two shut up!" she hissed at them her face reddening even more.
Harry and Ron tried to contain their laughter while Hermione turned back to the sorting. McGonagal had just begun to call out names.
"Prince, Jeffrey!" she called out.
A skinny boy with fluffy brown hair and green eyes come slowly to the stool with the sorting hat on it. He sat down and McGonagal put the hat on his head.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" yelled the hat.
The Hufflepuff table cheered as Jeffrey ran to their table.
"Malfoy, Savannah!"
Hermione looked to see a girl with a proud, pale face and sliver shoulder length hair walk to the stool. Hermione was startled. She hadn't known that Malfoy had a sister.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted.
"No surprise there," Hermione heard Ron say behind her. She had to agree there. She looked over to see Draco greeting his sister.
"Dumbledore, Richard!"
A tall boy with blond hair and sparkling blue eyes walked to the stool this time.
Hermione turned to Harry and Ron.
"You think that might be Dumbledore's grandson or something?" she asked them.
"Must be," Harry said. Ron just shrugged.
Hermione turned back to the sorting.
*** (Legolas point of view)
Legolas looked around at all the people staring at him. He hated people staring. He felt like he was 100 years old again. (A/N: For an elf that is very young.) He felt nervous and shy. He was so different from them he hardly knew how to act. The worse thing he tried not to think about was the fact that there were no other elves in this world. He was the only one of his kind and he felt terribly alone.
He watched all of the younger children being sorted. Hannah Bolt, Jason Jim, Kevin McDavies, Sarah Newell, Kathy Garcia, Nicole Shumaker, and Richard Dumbledore were all sorted to Gryffindor. Larry Parker, Jennifer Perez, Luis Lopez, Tiffany Mendenhall, Reeny Salvatory, Guss Jackrey, and Jim Perez got sorted into Hufflepuff. Jim Anderson, Chris Wood, Jack McKenzie, Mary Brand, Alex Click, and Lee Chumb got put into Ravenclaw. Then came the Slytherins; Elijah Nixon, James Colmon, Paul Tucker, George Falred, Rose Hedley, Katie Griffin, and Morgan Albrie.
Finally what Legolas dreaded most came.
"Greenleaf, Legolas!"
The Hall went silent as Legolas walked to the front of the Room. He looked around to see most of the girls crossing their fingers under the tables. He stifled a small snicker. Yes, being an elf had its advantages. He sat down on the stool feeling very childish. McGonagal placed the hat on his head and he heard a little voice begin to speak.
"Hmmm, I've never sorted anyone like you before. An elf are you? Well, that certainly is interesting. Where should I put you? Let me see, I guess you'll have to be-"
"GYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled to the tense crowd of students.
The Gryffindor table burst into applause and cheers. Legolas blushed slightly and sat down next a boy with black messy hair and a girl with bushy brown hair. He looked at her face and noticed that it was the same girl he had smiled at earlier. He thought she was very pretty and couldn't help but feel lucky to be sitting next to her.
"Hello," he said kindly.
"Hello," they answered. Then the boy turned to him holding out his hand.
"My name is Harry Potter," he said.
"As you might have heard from McGonagal saying my name, I'm Legolas Greenleaf," Legolas answered.
"Yeah, and these are my two best friends, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger," Harry pointed to a redhead behind him and the girl on the other side of Legolas. Ron nodded to him with a goofy grin on his face and Hermione extended her hand for him to shake it. He did and she smiled at him
"It's nice to meet you," she said kindly.
"You to," he answered, "or as they say where I come from, *Suilad mae govannen."
"What? Where do you come from?" Harry asked.
Legolas suddenly remembered that he had promised Dumbledore he would not to tell where he was from. Dumbledore had said he could say he was an elf, just no more on the subject.
"I'm from this colony of elves in the north," he told them.
"Oh that is so neat!" Hermione said excitedly. Ron rolled his eyes. "Are you yourself an elf? Or do you just come from there."
Legolas smiled. "Yes, I am an elf. If came this way and I ran into Dumbledore. We talked and found that I had magical powers so he said I could join here. As a seventh year." Legolas didn't really want to mention he was 3 thousand years old.
"What other things can you say?" Hermione asked him.
"It's my main language," he said. "*Gîl síla erin lû govaded vín. *Gerich faer vara."
"Wow! What does that mean?" Hermione gasped.
Legolas went slightly red and was about to answer when Dumbledore began to talk.
"I would like to welcome you all back to Hogwarts for another year. I would like to welcome al the first years and especially out new addition, Legolas Greenleaf, who comes from a colony of elves in the North. I would like you all to welcome him warmly. Now let the feast begin, or *Tolo, mado a sogo uin mereth! Thank you!"
The students looked at him confused, but Legolas laughed softly. He had taught Dumbledore that line just for this feast.
"What did he say?" Ron asked.
"He said, come, eat and drink of the feast," Legolas answered, "I taught it to him."
"Oh that's cool. You think you teach us some?" Harry asked him.
Legolas smiled. He couldn't believe how easy it was to communicate with these humans who were about 3 thousand years younger than himself. It was kind of a funny thought. To other elves he was considered younger.
They spent the rest of the feast teaching (In Legolas' case) and learning (the three friends plus some others who had just decided to join in.
Afterwards, they left and went to their dormitory. Legolas found that an extra bed had been put in the seventh year boy's dormitory for him. He lay down on the soft bed. This would be very comfortable.
"Goodnight, Legolas," Harry said jumping into his bed and snuggling under the covers.
"*Losto mae," Legolas answered.
"You to," Harry answered. He had learned a lot at dinner.
Legolas snuggled under his covers. He lay thinking as the night passed by.
Elves don't sleep.
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Suilad mae govannen: Greetings, well met
Gîl síla erin lû govaded vín: A star shines upon the hour of our meeting
Gerich faer vara: You have a fiery spirit
Tolo, mado a sogo uin mereth: Come, eat and drink of the feast
Losto mae: Sleep well
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione got off the Hogwarts Express. It was their first day back to Hogwarts on their seventh and last year and they couldn't wait to get started. Hermione especially.
"Will you two come on!" she urged them, running to one of the horseless carriages, "I want to be one of the first people in there."
"Why do you want to do that?" Ron asked her.
"I want to get a good seat to get a good view of the first years since it's the last time we'll be able to see any first years unless we become teachers and I don't think either of you plan to do that any time soon."
"Alright we're coming," Harry said running to catch up with Hermione Ron sighed and ran also.
When they got into the carriage it moved forward and they talked about their summers. When they reached the front of the castle, they walked with the rest of the class up to the oak doorways. Upon entering, the three friends felt like they were home again.
They went into the Great Hall and sat down at the front of the table nearest to where the sorting would be. Shortly after all the second through seventh years got settled, the doors to the Great Hall burst open and the first years entered; McGonagal in the lead.
Hermione watched all the little first years walk in with a smile on her face. They were all so cute! Then as they came near the end of the line, she went from looking down at the first years to a boy that she had to look up... and up... and up to see his face. He didn't look like a first year at all. He looked more to be their age if not older. He had long, flowing, blond hair that went past his shoulders tied back in a braid with some hair hanging down form it. Stunning blue eyes that shone from his angelic face. He also had on the strangest clothes. He had a forest green coat sort of thing that went to his thighs, pants, and then the smallest shoes she had ever seen, though they fit perfectly with is appearance. Over that he had the standard black Hogwarts robe that was open and she could see some of his muscular arms. On his back was what looked to her, a bow and a quiver of arrows and also two small daggers. She didn't have a clue what these were for. But the thing that caught her off guard was his ears. They were pointed.
Hermione was enticed to say the least. Her and the rest of the girls in the Hall. There was something about him. She tried not to stare, but couldn't help it. Then he unexpectedly turned to her, saw her staring and smiled nicely, almost shyly. If it had been possible, his face grew even more gorgeous with that smile. Hermione blushed profusely and looked away.
Harry saw her blush and he nudged Ron. Ron looked also and when he saw her face, he started snickering. Harry joined in. Hermione looked over at them and glared daggers.
"Will you two shut up!" she hissed at them her face reddening even more.
Harry and Ron tried to contain their laughter while Hermione turned back to the sorting. McGonagal had just begun to call out names.
"Prince, Jeffrey!" she called out.
A skinny boy with fluffy brown hair and green eyes come slowly to the stool with the sorting hat on it. He sat down and McGonagal put the hat on his head.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" yelled the hat.
The Hufflepuff table cheered as Jeffrey ran to their table.
"Malfoy, Savannah!"
Hermione looked to see a girl with a proud, pale face and sliver shoulder length hair walk to the stool. Hermione was startled. She hadn't known that Malfoy had a sister.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted.
"No surprise there," Hermione heard Ron say behind her. She had to agree there. She looked over to see Draco greeting his sister.
"Dumbledore, Richard!"
A tall boy with blond hair and sparkling blue eyes walked to the stool this time.
Hermione turned to Harry and Ron.
"You think that might be Dumbledore's grandson or something?" she asked them.
"Must be," Harry said. Ron just shrugged.
Hermione turned back to the sorting.
*** (Legolas point of view)
Legolas looked around at all the people staring at him. He hated people staring. He felt like he was 100 years old again. (A/N: For an elf that is very young.) He felt nervous and shy. He was so different from them he hardly knew how to act. The worse thing he tried not to think about was the fact that there were no other elves in this world. He was the only one of his kind and he felt terribly alone.
He watched all of the younger children being sorted. Hannah Bolt, Jason Jim, Kevin McDavies, Sarah Newell, Kathy Garcia, Nicole Shumaker, and Richard Dumbledore were all sorted to Gryffindor. Larry Parker, Jennifer Perez, Luis Lopez, Tiffany Mendenhall, Reeny Salvatory, Guss Jackrey, and Jim Perez got sorted into Hufflepuff. Jim Anderson, Chris Wood, Jack McKenzie, Mary Brand, Alex Click, and Lee Chumb got put into Ravenclaw. Then came the Slytherins; Elijah Nixon, James Colmon, Paul Tucker, George Falred, Rose Hedley, Katie Griffin, and Morgan Albrie.
Finally what Legolas dreaded most came.
"Greenleaf, Legolas!"
The Hall went silent as Legolas walked to the front of the Room. He looked around to see most of the girls crossing their fingers under the tables. He stifled a small snicker. Yes, being an elf had its advantages. He sat down on the stool feeling very childish. McGonagal placed the hat on his head and he heard a little voice begin to speak.
"Hmmm, I've never sorted anyone like you before. An elf are you? Well, that certainly is interesting. Where should I put you? Let me see, I guess you'll have to be-"
"GYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled to the tense crowd of students.
The Gryffindor table burst into applause and cheers. Legolas blushed slightly and sat down next a boy with black messy hair and a girl with bushy brown hair. He looked at her face and noticed that it was the same girl he had smiled at earlier. He thought she was very pretty and couldn't help but feel lucky to be sitting next to her.
"Hello," he said kindly.
"Hello," they answered. Then the boy turned to him holding out his hand.
"My name is Harry Potter," he said.
"As you might have heard from McGonagal saying my name, I'm Legolas Greenleaf," Legolas answered.
"Yeah, and these are my two best friends, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger," Harry pointed to a redhead behind him and the girl on the other side of Legolas. Ron nodded to him with a goofy grin on his face and Hermione extended her hand for him to shake it. He did and she smiled at him
"It's nice to meet you," she said kindly.
"You to," he answered, "or as they say where I come from, *Suilad mae govannen."
"What? Where do you come from?" Harry asked.
Legolas suddenly remembered that he had promised Dumbledore he would not to tell where he was from. Dumbledore had said he could say he was an elf, just no more on the subject.
"I'm from this colony of elves in the north," he told them.
"Oh that is so neat!" Hermione said excitedly. Ron rolled his eyes. "Are you yourself an elf? Or do you just come from there."
Legolas smiled. "Yes, I am an elf. If came this way and I ran into Dumbledore. We talked and found that I had magical powers so he said I could join here. As a seventh year." Legolas didn't really want to mention he was 3 thousand years old.
"What other things can you say?" Hermione asked him.
"It's my main language," he said. "*Gîl síla erin lû govaded vín. *Gerich faer vara."
"Wow! What does that mean?" Hermione gasped.
Legolas went slightly red and was about to answer when Dumbledore began to talk.
"I would like to welcome you all back to Hogwarts for another year. I would like to welcome al the first years and especially out new addition, Legolas Greenleaf, who comes from a colony of elves in the North. I would like you all to welcome him warmly. Now let the feast begin, or *Tolo, mado a sogo uin mereth! Thank you!"
The students looked at him confused, but Legolas laughed softly. He had taught Dumbledore that line just for this feast.
"What did he say?" Ron asked.
"He said, come, eat and drink of the feast," Legolas answered, "I taught it to him."
"Oh that's cool. You think you teach us some?" Harry asked him.
Legolas smiled. He couldn't believe how easy it was to communicate with these humans who were about 3 thousand years younger than himself. It was kind of a funny thought. To other elves he was considered younger.
They spent the rest of the feast teaching (In Legolas' case) and learning (the three friends plus some others who had just decided to join in.
Afterwards, they left and went to their dormitory. Legolas found that an extra bed had been put in the seventh year boy's dormitory for him. He lay down on the soft bed. This would be very comfortable.
"Goodnight, Legolas," Harry said jumping into his bed and snuggling under the covers.
"*Losto mae," Legolas answered.
"You to," Harry answered. He had learned a lot at dinner.
Legolas snuggled under his covers. He lay thinking as the night passed by.
Elves don't sleep.
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Suilad mae govannen: Greetings, well met
Gîl síla erin lû govaded vín: A star shines upon the hour of our meeting
Gerich faer vara: You have a fiery spirit
Tolo, mado a sogo uin mereth: Come, eat and drink of the feast
Losto mae: Sleep well