Legolas sat on the window sill. He watched the hut by the forbidden forest
with interest. There were small puffs of smoke coming out of its chimney,
but he could not think of anyone who would want to live there.
"Legolas, get down," Aragorn said, sitting on the bed opposite of Legolas', "get some rest, I think they'll be starting classes tomorrow. Besides, you're blocking my veiw of Eärendil."
Legolas jumped off the sill and sat on the bed. The mattress seemed to bounce, despite the light weighted being sitting on it. He pulled the blanket off and resumed the same spot on the window sill. Draping the blanket over his shoulders. He closed his eyes until they were half lidded. He suddenly smiled, "I wonder what Elrond would say if he saw us like this," he chuckled.
"He'd probably say, 'get off the window sill,' and then grab you by your tunic and pull you down, as I am about to do," Aragorn said.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Attention Gryffindors! Attention! Attention!!" Percy shouted to no avail, he finally had to shoot sparks from his wand in order to be noticed. "The first class you will be attending is charms, taught by professor Flitwick. But first, breakfast will be served in the dining hall, what are you waiting for? Get moving!!"
***
"As much as I enjoy this food, I still would prefer an elvish dish, this earth stuff is just, different," Legolas whispered in Aragorn's ear. The human nodded as he shoved another forkful of hash brows in his mouth.
Just as Ron was about to grab another pancake, Sir Nicholas, the Gryffindor ghost drifted by. "Good morning to you all," he said, looking forlornly at the food on the table.
"Umm... Sir?" Legolas asked, offering some of his food.
"No, I can't eat, it would go right through me," he patted his translucent stomach, "I haven't eaten in a good four-hundred years."
"That's not that long," Legolas said to the surprise of everyone.
"Well, to you, master Elf," he retorted, obviously offended.
"Legolas, how old are you?" Hermione asked.
"Thrice that number, then double that still," Legolas said.
"Ah."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Let us practice the correct wand movement; remember, swish and flick," Professor Flitwick said. He was a short little teacher, and it reminded Legolas of Gimli. "Now, this is going to be the first charm you've learned all your life, it's the levitating spell, 'wingardium Leviosa!'" Flitwick pointed his wand at the feather, and it started to float above everyone's head. "Now it's your turn."
There were mutters all around the class of this new spell, but there were no feathers floating next to the Professor's. Aragorn watched with amusement until Legolas prodded him to try.
"Wingaardiumm, LevioSAA!" he muttered, but the feather didn't move. "If you're so good, master Elf, I suggest you try," Aragorn said, after reading the note of amusement the elf's face.
Legolas muttered an Elven curse under his breath. "Wingardium LeviOsa," and to his utter astonishment and bewilderment, the feather began to lift itself from the table. "It's the accent, I swear," he laughed. He found he could move the feather where he wanted it to go by jerking his wand this way and that. A second feather, conjured by Hermione quickly joined Legolas'.
Despite not knowing this sort of magic existed, the Fellowship was not far behind. There were some in the class who had never had even touched a wand before. The only real concern to them was height difference, and the fact that they had not brought any supplies.
"Very good you two, fifteen points to Gryffindor!" Professor Flitwick said, obviously very happy with the success.
Aragorn, Ron and Harry all wore masks of frustration and jealousy.
***
"It's LeviOOsa, not LevioSA," Ron complained, Hermione had tried to help Ron with his levitation spell, but obviously she had crossed the 'goody goody' line. "She's a nightmare, really."
Hermione stalked by angrily, tears brimmed her eyes.
"I think she's heard you," Harry said.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
HALLOWE'EN
"Excuse me, Ron, where's Hermione? She's missing out on the feast," Aragorn whispered to Ron as he was eating his millionth drumstick.
"I don't know, I haven't seen her all afternoon," he replied.
A girl from the Hufflepuff table leaned her chair backwards, "They say Hermione is in the girl's bathroom, she's been there all afternoon, crying." She then righted her chair and continued eating.
Suddenly, Professor Quirrell, the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher came shrieking in. "TROLL!! TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!! I thought you ought to know," he said, and fell soundlessly to the floor.
Immediately, the whole room was in an uproar. Obviously, even on just plain old Earth, Trolls were a big deal. "I wonder what kind it is," Legolas said wryly.
"Hermione! She doesn't know!" The cry came from Harry.
"SILENCE!!!" Gandalf shouted over the noise, "Now, Prefects lead your house back to the dormitories, and teachers will head to the dungeons."
As they walked down the hall, Harry and Ron began taking a detour, "Harry, where are you going?" Legolas asked.
"To find Hermione," Harry replied over his shoulder, "she doesn't know."
"Then I'm coming with you," Legolas stated firmly. As they rounded the corner into the Girl's bathroom, there was a horrible stink and rumbling. "What is that?" he whispered.
"I think the Troll has left the dungeons," Harry said.
"Right when you need a bow, you don't have one," Legolas grumbled, Gandalf had their weapons under custody because of feared incidents with the students. Hearing their voices, the Troll turned his attention away from searching for the girl and locked his eyes onto the blond haired Elf in front of him. "Harry, go look for Hermione, Ron, either assist him or stay out of the way," he said. Ron nodded and joined Harry's side; however, Hermione was already at his side.
"Oh dear," she said, as soon as she set eyes on the huge creature.
"I think that's an understatement," Legolas muttered as the Troll raised its club. It brought it down on the sinks, where the Elf had been just seconds before. However, the dust rose, and a speck of sand landed itself into the Elf's eye. Legolas blinked, giving the Troll a moment to aim for another blow, this time it hit the elf in the chest, sending him flying in the other direction. He landed crumpled on the floor.
"LEGOLAS!!" Hermione screamed, running to his side. She checked his pulse, it was still strong and he began to push himself up onto his elbows. Suddenly, he clutched his ribs and moaned in pain. "I think you've got a broken rib," she said, easing him into a more comforable position.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron looked at the huge beast in front of them in horror...
TBC
"Legolas, get down," Aragorn said, sitting on the bed opposite of Legolas', "get some rest, I think they'll be starting classes tomorrow. Besides, you're blocking my veiw of Eärendil."
Legolas jumped off the sill and sat on the bed. The mattress seemed to bounce, despite the light weighted being sitting on it. He pulled the blanket off and resumed the same spot on the window sill. Draping the blanket over his shoulders. He closed his eyes until they were half lidded. He suddenly smiled, "I wonder what Elrond would say if he saw us like this," he chuckled.
"He'd probably say, 'get off the window sill,' and then grab you by your tunic and pull you down, as I am about to do," Aragorn said.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Attention Gryffindors! Attention! Attention!!" Percy shouted to no avail, he finally had to shoot sparks from his wand in order to be noticed. "The first class you will be attending is charms, taught by professor Flitwick. But first, breakfast will be served in the dining hall, what are you waiting for? Get moving!!"
***
"As much as I enjoy this food, I still would prefer an elvish dish, this earth stuff is just, different," Legolas whispered in Aragorn's ear. The human nodded as he shoved another forkful of hash brows in his mouth.
Just as Ron was about to grab another pancake, Sir Nicholas, the Gryffindor ghost drifted by. "Good morning to you all," he said, looking forlornly at the food on the table.
"Umm... Sir?" Legolas asked, offering some of his food.
"No, I can't eat, it would go right through me," he patted his translucent stomach, "I haven't eaten in a good four-hundred years."
"That's not that long," Legolas said to the surprise of everyone.
"Well, to you, master Elf," he retorted, obviously offended.
"Legolas, how old are you?" Hermione asked.
"Thrice that number, then double that still," Legolas said.
"Ah."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Let us practice the correct wand movement; remember, swish and flick," Professor Flitwick said. He was a short little teacher, and it reminded Legolas of Gimli. "Now, this is going to be the first charm you've learned all your life, it's the levitating spell, 'wingardium Leviosa!'" Flitwick pointed his wand at the feather, and it started to float above everyone's head. "Now it's your turn."
There were mutters all around the class of this new spell, but there were no feathers floating next to the Professor's. Aragorn watched with amusement until Legolas prodded him to try.
"Wingaardiumm, LevioSAA!" he muttered, but the feather didn't move. "If you're so good, master Elf, I suggest you try," Aragorn said, after reading the note of amusement the elf's face.
Legolas muttered an Elven curse under his breath. "Wingardium LeviOsa," and to his utter astonishment and bewilderment, the feather began to lift itself from the table. "It's the accent, I swear," he laughed. He found he could move the feather where he wanted it to go by jerking his wand this way and that. A second feather, conjured by Hermione quickly joined Legolas'.
Despite not knowing this sort of magic existed, the Fellowship was not far behind. There were some in the class who had never had even touched a wand before. The only real concern to them was height difference, and the fact that they had not brought any supplies.
"Very good you two, fifteen points to Gryffindor!" Professor Flitwick said, obviously very happy with the success.
Aragorn, Ron and Harry all wore masks of frustration and jealousy.
***
"It's LeviOOsa, not LevioSA," Ron complained, Hermione had tried to help Ron with his levitation spell, but obviously she had crossed the 'goody goody' line. "She's a nightmare, really."
Hermione stalked by angrily, tears brimmed her eyes.
"I think she's heard you," Harry said.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
HALLOWE'EN
"Excuse me, Ron, where's Hermione? She's missing out on the feast," Aragorn whispered to Ron as he was eating his millionth drumstick.
"I don't know, I haven't seen her all afternoon," he replied.
A girl from the Hufflepuff table leaned her chair backwards, "They say Hermione is in the girl's bathroom, she's been there all afternoon, crying." She then righted her chair and continued eating.
Suddenly, Professor Quirrell, the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher came shrieking in. "TROLL!! TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!! I thought you ought to know," he said, and fell soundlessly to the floor.
Immediately, the whole room was in an uproar. Obviously, even on just plain old Earth, Trolls were a big deal. "I wonder what kind it is," Legolas said wryly.
"Hermione! She doesn't know!" The cry came from Harry.
"SILENCE!!!" Gandalf shouted over the noise, "Now, Prefects lead your house back to the dormitories, and teachers will head to the dungeons."
As they walked down the hall, Harry and Ron began taking a detour, "Harry, where are you going?" Legolas asked.
"To find Hermione," Harry replied over his shoulder, "she doesn't know."
"Then I'm coming with you," Legolas stated firmly. As they rounded the corner into the Girl's bathroom, there was a horrible stink and rumbling. "What is that?" he whispered.
"I think the Troll has left the dungeons," Harry said.
"Right when you need a bow, you don't have one," Legolas grumbled, Gandalf had their weapons under custody because of feared incidents with the students. Hearing their voices, the Troll turned his attention away from searching for the girl and locked his eyes onto the blond haired Elf in front of him. "Harry, go look for Hermione, Ron, either assist him or stay out of the way," he said. Ron nodded and joined Harry's side; however, Hermione was already at his side.
"Oh dear," she said, as soon as she set eyes on the huge creature.
"I think that's an understatement," Legolas muttered as the Troll raised its club. It brought it down on the sinks, where the Elf had been just seconds before. However, the dust rose, and a speck of sand landed itself into the Elf's eye. Legolas blinked, giving the Troll a moment to aim for another blow, this time it hit the elf in the chest, sending him flying in the other direction. He landed crumpled on the floor.
"LEGOLAS!!" Hermione screamed, running to his side. She checked his pulse, it was still strong and he began to push himself up onto his elbows. Suddenly, he clutched his ribs and moaned in pain. "I think you've got a broken rib," she said, easing him into a more comforable position.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron looked at the huge beast in front of them in horror...
TBC