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"Prefects, please lead your house to the common room," Professor McGonagall said after they had all finished eating, "you will find your baggage already in your rooms."
Frodo looked expectantly at Gandalf. As he had expected, he motioned them to stay. But what was unexpected, was the knot of frustration in the old Wizard's brow.
"Gandalf? What has happened?" Legolas asked, obviously having read the same expression.
"Dumbledore says the train that brought us here will not be leaving until next year, so there will be no leaving until then," he explained. "I suggest you make yourselves comfortable, we'll be here for a long time. The Quest of the ring is- postponed."
"But your stay will be uneventful if you do not have a wand," Dumbledore said, "come to my office and from there, who can say?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Yes, these are genuine Olivander wands," Dumbledore said, "I'm not sure how I've managed such a collection over the years. But, wands get left behind, or forgotten after a long tedious class." He handed a wand over to Aragorn, who gingerly accepted it, "try this one, holly, phoenix feather, 12 inches. Go on, give it a wave."
Aragorn gave a slight jerk to the wand, and a book was jerked from the many shelves, it flew towards Legolas' head, and the elf barely had time to move before it struck the wall with such force that it created a rather large hole.
"Nope, that won't do," Dumbledore said, snatching the wand from Aragorn, "here, try this one."
***
After they had all found wands that matched their personalities, Dumbledore's study was in shambles, but the wizard did not seem to mind, in fact, he seemed extremely pleased. "What a great group of companions you've got Gandalf, not a single muggle among them!" he smiled.
"Yes, they are all wonderful in their own ways," he said, eyeing Frodo who was busy admiring his new wand, "besides, they're all from Middle-Earth, did you expect anything less?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
After Dumbledore had taught them the proper way of handling their wands, they were dismissed from his chambers and sent to their own. Merry, Pippin, Boromir and Gimli headed to their own corridor, and the rest to theirs.
"I will never get used to things here," Legolas said, starting conversation, "everything is so... unpredictable."
"No wonder Gandalf feels so at home," Sam said, it all allowed them to have a good laugh.
"Yes, but I am a bit worried, will the Ri- I mean, will IT be safe here?" Frodo asked.
"I would think, otherwise, why would Gandalf seem so unhesitant to stay here?" Aragorn said.
"Maybe because we have no choice, and for a moment, you sounded a lot like Pippin," Legolas said, to receive a cuff on the head by Aragorn. "But that's a good thing, isn't it?"
When they arrived at the Gryffindor common room door, Percy the prefect was waiting for them. "The password is Hemoglobin. Just say it to the Fat Lady and the passage will open."
"Hemoglobin?" Legolas said with a raised eyebrow. The Painting creaked forwards and exposed a hidden passageway, into the Griffindor common room. "I see."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas let his head fall into his hands; it seemed Percy had been rambling on for hours about proper behavior. As if he didn't receive this talk in the long years of his life! Elves are usually a very patient species; after all, they had to be if they wanted to live thousands of years happily. But those few minutes seemed like centuries to even the Elf, he felt sorry for Aragorn, who looked like he was ready to fall of his chair.
"And that concludes my speech," Percy said, and the faces gladdened. "Oh, one more thing, you are forbidden on the third floor, all but for those of you who wish to die a most painful and gory death . (There was a loud whisper from someone in the back, "and after this, death will be welcome." They received a deadly glare from Percy, and the mutter ceased.) But for those who wish to live a trifle longer, keep out of the floor. And there will be no wandering the halls after hours, if you are caught, you will be suspended, if not expelled." And with a slightly dramatic flick of his cape, he left the chambers.
"What an old bag," a red haired boy said, "I don't care if he's my brother, and he always seems to never stop talking."
"You should be nice to your siblings," Legolas chided playfully.
"Ha! You try living in a house with seven other people," he said, "my name's Ron Weasly by the way. And this is Harry Potter." He indicated to the dark haired boy next to him. There was something about that boy that made Legolas feel uncomfortable.
"My name is Legolas, Legolas Greenleaf from the very distant realm of Mirkwood, back on Middle-Earth. What are those?" He tapped at the dark rimmed spectacles Harry wore.
"What? My glasses?"
"Is that what they're called? Glasses?" Legolas asked, transfixed, "I've never seen anything like it. What do they do?"
Harry laughed, "They help you see, do you not have glasses in you- world? Here," he handed over the glasses into Legolas' hand. "I'm blind as a bat without them."
Gingerly, he placed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, when he opened his eyes, everything was immensely disoriented. He jerked back in surprise. Aragorn laughed, "Give them back Legolas, your Elven eyes do not need them."
"Whoa, you're an Elf?" Ron asked, his eyes going very large. Legolas pulled his hair back to show the pointed ears beneath. "You ARE an Elf."
"Is it true they sleep with their eyes open?" Harry asked, and Legolas nodded. The common room was deserted, except for Hermione; most people had retired to their chambers for the night (most had gone to excape any further lecture from Percy, if he should return), even Sam and Frodo. "Wicked."
"What about the two short ones that accompanied you earlier, who or what are they?" Harry asked, questioning the strange new students.
"Hobbits," the answer came from across the room. Hermione was reading a book that seemed too big for her to carry; the spine read 'creatures and races from Middle-Earth.' "I got this out of the Library, it's quite fascinating."
"Really? What does it say about Elves?" Legolas asked, and quickly strode across the classroom to read over Hermonie's shoulder.
TBC
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"Prefects, please lead your house to the common room," Professor McGonagall said after they had all finished eating, "you will find your baggage already in your rooms."
Frodo looked expectantly at Gandalf. As he had expected, he motioned them to stay. But what was unexpected, was the knot of frustration in the old Wizard's brow.
"Gandalf? What has happened?" Legolas asked, obviously having read the same expression.
"Dumbledore says the train that brought us here will not be leaving until next year, so there will be no leaving until then," he explained. "I suggest you make yourselves comfortable, we'll be here for a long time. The Quest of the ring is- postponed."
"But your stay will be uneventful if you do not have a wand," Dumbledore said, "come to my office and from there, who can say?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Yes, these are genuine Olivander wands," Dumbledore said, "I'm not sure how I've managed such a collection over the years. But, wands get left behind, or forgotten after a long tedious class." He handed a wand over to Aragorn, who gingerly accepted it, "try this one, holly, phoenix feather, 12 inches. Go on, give it a wave."
Aragorn gave a slight jerk to the wand, and a book was jerked from the many shelves, it flew towards Legolas' head, and the elf barely had time to move before it struck the wall with such force that it created a rather large hole.
"Nope, that won't do," Dumbledore said, snatching the wand from Aragorn, "here, try this one."
***
After they had all found wands that matched their personalities, Dumbledore's study was in shambles, but the wizard did not seem to mind, in fact, he seemed extremely pleased. "What a great group of companions you've got Gandalf, not a single muggle among them!" he smiled.
"Yes, they are all wonderful in their own ways," he said, eyeing Frodo who was busy admiring his new wand, "besides, they're all from Middle-Earth, did you expect anything less?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
After Dumbledore had taught them the proper way of handling their wands, they were dismissed from his chambers and sent to their own. Merry, Pippin, Boromir and Gimli headed to their own corridor, and the rest to theirs.
"I will never get used to things here," Legolas said, starting conversation, "everything is so... unpredictable."
"No wonder Gandalf feels so at home," Sam said, it all allowed them to have a good laugh.
"Yes, but I am a bit worried, will the Ri- I mean, will IT be safe here?" Frodo asked.
"I would think, otherwise, why would Gandalf seem so unhesitant to stay here?" Aragorn said.
"Maybe because we have no choice, and for a moment, you sounded a lot like Pippin," Legolas said, to receive a cuff on the head by Aragorn. "But that's a good thing, isn't it?"
When they arrived at the Gryffindor common room door, Percy the prefect was waiting for them. "The password is Hemoglobin. Just say it to the Fat Lady and the passage will open."
"Hemoglobin?" Legolas said with a raised eyebrow. The Painting creaked forwards and exposed a hidden passageway, into the Griffindor common room. "I see."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas let his head fall into his hands; it seemed Percy had been rambling on for hours about proper behavior. As if he didn't receive this talk in the long years of his life! Elves are usually a very patient species; after all, they had to be if they wanted to live thousands of years happily. But those few minutes seemed like centuries to even the Elf, he felt sorry for Aragorn, who looked like he was ready to fall of his chair.
"And that concludes my speech," Percy said, and the faces gladdened. "Oh, one more thing, you are forbidden on the third floor, all but for those of you who wish to die a most painful and gory death . (There was a loud whisper from someone in the back, "and after this, death will be welcome." They received a deadly glare from Percy, and the mutter ceased.) But for those who wish to live a trifle longer, keep out of the floor. And there will be no wandering the halls after hours, if you are caught, you will be suspended, if not expelled." And with a slightly dramatic flick of his cape, he left the chambers.
"What an old bag," a red haired boy said, "I don't care if he's my brother, and he always seems to never stop talking."
"You should be nice to your siblings," Legolas chided playfully.
"Ha! You try living in a house with seven other people," he said, "my name's Ron Weasly by the way. And this is Harry Potter." He indicated to the dark haired boy next to him. There was something about that boy that made Legolas feel uncomfortable.
"My name is Legolas, Legolas Greenleaf from the very distant realm of Mirkwood, back on Middle-Earth. What are those?" He tapped at the dark rimmed spectacles Harry wore.
"What? My glasses?"
"Is that what they're called? Glasses?" Legolas asked, transfixed, "I've never seen anything like it. What do they do?"
Harry laughed, "They help you see, do you not have glasses in you- world? Here," he handed over the glasses into Legolas' hand. "I'm blind as a bat without them."
Gingerly, he placed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, when he opened his eyes, everything was immensely disoriented. He jerked back in surprise. Aragorn laughed, "Give them back Legolas, your Elven eyes do not need them."
"Whoa, you're an Elf?" Ron asked, his eyes going very large. Legolas pulled his hair back to show the pointed ears beneath. "You ARE an Elf."
"Is it true they sleep with their eyes open?" Harry asked, and Legolas nodded. The common room was deserted, except for Hermione; most people had retired to their chambers for the night (most had gone to excape any further lecture from Percy, if he should return), even Sam and Frodo. "Wicked."
"What about the two short ones that accompanied you earlier, who or what are they?" Harry asked, questioning the strange new students.
"Hobbits," the answer came from across the room. Hermione was reading a book that seemed too big for her to carry; the spine read 'creatures and races from Middle-Earth.' "I got this out of the Library, it's quite fascinating."
"Really? What does it say about Elves?" Legolas asked, and quickly strode across the classroom to read over Hermonie's shoulder.
TBC