AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a while, I know, but here it is!! *offers post as
a peace offering.*
As for the comment from Shocked by Electrical Cords, and I suppose you'd be walking around, defending yourself and friends, after being thrown across the room by a cave troll and have more than one broken rib? I don't think so. "What's with the weak elf?!" Spare me.
Alright, I'm finished ranting and raving.
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"Do you think we'd get expelled if we left them here?" Ron asked nervously.
"It depends, if we died first, then no one would know we intended to leave them in the first place," Harry replied, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
"I heard that," Legolas said from across the room. This caused the Troll to turn around and turn his attention to the wounded being at the far side far side of the girl's washroom. "Valar spare us."
"Landed yourselves in quite a pickle, I do say," Dumbledore said, from around the corner. "Expelliarmus!" he shouted, and the club the troll was holding was pulled from his grasp. It then fell and hit him on the back of the head, knocking it out cold.
"Oh! Explain yourselves, ALL of you!!" Professor McGonagall screeched as she observed the scene in front of them.
"Um... Uh... "Harry stammered.
"It was my fault," Legolas said, "I- I'd read about cave trolls once, and we sometimes had them in Mirkwood, only when it had me cornered did I realize that my bow and quiver were not in my possession." This was a complete lie though. No troll, stupid as they were, would ever go into the forests of Mirkwood, especially a CAVE troll. Besides, this was the first troll the young Elf had ever set eyes on.
"I do not care if you are a guest, as long as you are within these halls, you are a student of Hogwarts, is that understood? Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor because of your foolishness," Legolas bowed his head at the lecture.
"Professor McGonagall?" Hermione said, "I do think Legolas was injured, the cave troll was able to impel him with his club because he was trying to protect us," she said, indicating his ribs.
"Then Hermione, assist him to Madame Profrey so she can get him cleaned up. Harry, Ron, back to your dormitories, NOW!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Somehow Legolas and Hermione were able to hobble their way down without getting lost. Madame Profrey had managed to set the bone, and gave him some sort of medicine to promote healing. It tasted so nasty, he spit it out and it took two other tries until all the required amount of medicine was in his gullet. Now he was back at in the common room, where Aragorn was waiting for them.
"Come back in one piece?" Aragorn said.
"Whither that's a good thing or not, I do not know," he replied as he sunk down into the sofa.
"But you are an immortal, right? That means you can't die," Ron commented.
"I can die, for example being beaten to death by a cave troll or dying of grief or sadness, the only other natural way Elves can die. But I can't die of old age or sickness, although that medicine made me feel like I was sick," the Elf replied.
"Well I think we all should be glad that we're alive," Hermione said, sitting next to Legolas, it seemed that the young witch had forgiven them for the events earlier that day.
"I suppose. So Hermione, tell us a little about yourself," Ron said, he was too tired to think of anything else to do, and he was in the mood for conversation.
"Well, both my parents are muggles, and it was a bit of a nasty shock for them when I got my letter," she smiled at the thought. She explained what it was like at Muggle School, and about the way muggles live, which to magic folk like Ron, was fascinating. "That's about it. Now, what about YOU Harry?"
"Well, as all of you know, my parents were killed by the Dark Lord-"
"Sauron?" Legolas interjected.
"No, Voldemort," he looked at the stunned faces of Ron and Hermione. For it was a bad omen to speak the dark wizard's name.
"In Middle-Earth, there is a Dark Lord as well."
"Ah, I see," Harry said, and continued. "I was raised by muggles... oh; you know everything, especially you Hermione." He said, unwilling to continue.
"Yes, but we do not," Aragorn said, "Please continue."
***
"And that's it," Harry said. His mouth felt dry when he was done. .
"That's good, heavens knows what else would have happened if you were older," Hermione said, "I'm going to my room, before some other troll comes stomping in."
"Me too," Harry and Ron said together.
"Legolas?" Aragorn said, "Are you coming?"
Maybe it was the long life story of Harry Potter, or maybe it was medicine, finally taking effect, whatever it was, the elf was already asleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* FLYING LESSONS
"Now, everyone stand on the left side of their broomsticks," Madame Hooch instructed, "place your hand above and say 'up' with feeling!"
There was a rounding chorus of "Up up!" Legolas' broomstick did nothing but roll around on the ground, Ron's came up and smacked him in the face, Aragorn's had flown off without a rider, leaving him staring at the sky, waiting for it to return.
"Up!" Legolas commanded to his broomstick, when it did nothing, so he changed to Elvish. Surprisingly, it jumped from the ground and hit his hand waiting above it. Legolas wrinkled his brow, "Mani what?" he said, then realizing he had to change back to western to be understood, "how is that?"
"How is what Legolas?" Madame Hooch answered.
"My broomstick understands Elvish," he replied quizzically.
"Hmm, so that is what language it answers to..." Madame Hooch muttered, the broomstick had given many people trouble for the past decade or so, then she dismissed the thought, "Now, you will mount, hover in the air, then touch back down. Already? Go!" she blew on her whistle, which was unnecessary and quite painful to sharp Elven ears.
Legolas mounted his broomstick, it felt quite uncomfortable, and not like riding a horse, like he had expected. And it defiantly did NOT feel good in some places... (A/N okay, what does A/N mean anyways? I read a story and the author person had it everywhere. What does it mean? If you can tell me, I'll update more often... Okay, bribing NEVER works, so could you please tell my out of the kindness of your heart? Oh, and what doesn't 'rn' mean also? People always send it to me in reviews, and I am not educated in the subject of letters. Please?)
"Neville!" Hermione shouted, it appeared as if Aragorn's broomstick had returned, and was now on a course set directly at Neville Longbottom's face. Madame Hooch whipped out her wand and shouted strange words, sparks shot out of her wand, aimed towards the rouge broomstick. As soon as the sparks reached the broomstick, it disintegrated and fell in a shower of splinters. However, Neville was so surprised and shocked, he fell of his stick and fell onto the ground with a cry of pain.
"Madame Hooch? I think Neville's hurt," Hermione said.
Madame Hooch walked over to the fallen Neville, "Ah yes, it's a broken... Alright, I don't know what's broken, so let's go to Madame Profrey. All of you, if I see a single person, or elf," she eyed Legolas, "in the air, they will be fed to the squid in the lake before anyone can say Quidditch."
As for the comment from Shocked by Electrical Cords, and I suppose you'd be walking around, defending yourself and friends, after being thrown across the room by a cave troll and have more than one broken rib? I don't think so. "What's with the weak elf?!" Spare me.
Alright, I'm finished ranting and raving.
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"Do you think we'd get expelled if we left them here?" Ron asked nervously.
"It depends, if we died first, then no one would know we intended to leave them in the first place," Harry replied, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
"I heard that," Legolas said from across the room. This caused the Troll to turn around and turn his attention to the wounded being at the far side far side of the girl's washroom. "Valar spare us."
"Landed yourselves in quite a pickle, I do say," Dumbledore said, from around the corner. "Expelliarmus!" he shouted, and the club the troll was holding was pulled from his grasp. It then fell and hit him on the back of the head, knocking it out cold.
"Oh! Explain yourselves, ALL of you!!" Professor McGonagall screeched as she observed the scene in front of them.
"Um... Uh... "Harry stammered.
"It was my fault," Legolas said, "I- I'd read about cave trolls once, and we sometimes had them in Mirkwood, only when it had me cornered did I realize that my bow and quiver were not in my possession." This was a complete lie though. No troll, stupid as they were, would ever go into the forests of Mirkwood, especially a CAVE troll. Besides, this was the first troll the young Elf had ever set eyes on.
"I do not care if you are a guest, as long as you are within these halls, you are a student of Hogwarts, is that understood? Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor because of your foolishness," Legolas bowed his head at the lecture.
"Professor McGonagall?" Hermione said, "I do think Legolas was injured, the cave troll was able to impel him with his club because he was trying to protect us," she said, indicating his ribs.
"Then Hermione, assist him to Madame Profrey so she can get him cleaned up. Harry, Ron, back to your dormitories, NOW!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Somehow Legolas and Hermione were able to hobble their way down without getting lost. Madame Profrey had managed to set the bone, and gave him some sort of medicine to promote healing. It tasted so nasty, he spit it out and it took two other tries until all the required amount of medicine was in his gullet. Now he was back at in the common room, where Aragorn was waiting for them.
"Come back in one piece?" Aragorn said.
"Whither that's a good thing or not, I do not know," he replied as he sunk down into the sofa.
"But you are an immortal, right? That means you can't die," Ron commented.
"I can die, for example being beaten to death by a cave troll or dying of grief or sadness, the only other natural way Elves can die. But I can't die of old age or sickness, although that medicine made me feel like I was sick," the Elf replied.
"Well I think we all should be glad that we're alive," Hermione said, sitting next to Legolas, it seemed that the young witch had forgiven them for the events earlier that day.
"I suppose. So Hermione, tell us a little about yourself," Ron said, he was too tired to think of anything else to do, and he was in the mood for conversation.
"Well, both my parents are muggles, and it was a bit of a nasty shock for them when I got my letter," she smiled at the thought. She explained what it was like at Muggle School, and about the way muggles live, which to magic folk like Ron, was fascinating. "That's about it. Now, what about YOU Harry?"
"Well, as all of you know, my parents were killed by the Dark Lord-"
"Sauron?" Legolas interjected.
"No, Voldemort," he looked at the stunned faces of Ron and Hermione. For it was a bad omen to speak the dark wizard's name.
"In Middle-Earth, there is a Dark Lord as well."
"Ah, I see," Harry said, and continued. "I was raised by muggles... oh; you know everything, especially you Hermione." He said, unwilling to continue.
"Yes, but we do not," Aragorn said, "Please continue."
***
"And that's it," Harry said. His mouth felt dry when he was done. .
"That's good, heavens knows what else would have happened if you were older," Hermione said, "I'm going to my room, before some other troll comes stomping in."
"Me too," Harry and Ron said together.
"Legolas?" Aragorn said, "Are you coming?"
Maybe it was the long life story of Harry Potter, or maybe it was medicine, finally taking effect, whatever it was, the elf was already asleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* FLYING LESSONS
"Now, everyone stand on the left side of their broomsticks," Madame Hooch instructed, "place your hand above and say 'up' with feeling!"
There was a rounding chorus of "Up up!" Legolas' broomstick did nothing but roll around on the ground, Ron's came up and smacked him in the face, Aragorn's had flown off without a rider, leaving him staring at the sky, waiting for it to return.
"Up!" Legolas commanded to his broomstick, when it did nothing, so he changed to Elvish. Surprisingly, it jumped from the ground and hit his hand waiting above it. Legolas wrinkled his brow, "Mani what?" he said, then realizing he had to change back to western to be understood, "how is that?"
"How is what Legolas?" Madame Hooch answered.
"My broomstick understands Elvish," he replied quizzically.
"Hmm, so that is what language it answers to..." Madame Hooch muttered, the broomstick had given many people trouble for the past decade or so, then she dismissed the thought, "Now, you will mount, hover in the air, then touch back down. Already? Go!" she blew on her whistle, which was unnecessary and quite painful to sharp Elven ears.
Legolas mounted his broomstick, it felt quite uncomfortable, and not like riding a horse, like he had expected. And it defiantly did NOT feel good in some places... (A/N okay, what does A/N mean anyways? I read a story and the author person had it everywhere. What does it mean? If you can tell me, I'll update more often... Okay, bribing NEVER works, so could you please tell my out of the kindness of your heart? Oh, and what doesn't 'rn' mean also? People always send it to me in reviews, and I am not educated in the subject of letters. Please?)
"Neville!" Hermione shouted, it appeared as if Aragorn's broomstick had returned, and was now on a course set directly at Neville Longbottom's face. Madame Hooch whipped out her wand and shouted strange words, sparks shot out of her wand, aimed towards the rouge broomstick. As soon as the sparks reached the broomstick, it disintegrated and fell in a shower of splinters. However, Neville was so surprised and shocked, he fell of his stick and fell onto the ground with a cry of pain.
"Madame Hooch? I think Neville's hurt," Hermione said.
Madame Hooch walked over to the fallen Neville, "Ah yes, it's a broken... Alright, I don't know what's broken, so let's go to Madame Profrey. All of you, if I see a single person, or elf," she eyed Legolas, "in the air, they will be fed to the squid in the lake before anyone can say Quidditch."