AUTHOR'S NOTE: A VERY VERY VERY special thanks to all who wrote and
told me what (A/N) means. And also, what 'rn' means, all of you deserve a
round of applause!! *golfer's clap* and no, this is NOT I repeat, NOT going
to be a SLASH fic. I don't write those. Read my bio.
I would just like to thank 'MagicalRachel' for sending me such useful information. I couldn't have written any more stories without you!! (Well, I could, but hey, you don't need to know that) So without further to do, I dedicate this chapter to you. And here's the Disclaimer you wanted.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of it!! Everything you recognize, (or not, probably) does not belong to me. (Wish it did though), except for the Angresan, which isn't mentioned in this story.
SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR SO LONG!!! STUPID BOOK REPORTS!!!
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"Did you see the look on his face?" A blond haired boy said, "A a total idiot."
Legolas stifled a laugh.
"And what's so funny Elf? Do you think that we humans, just because we live shorter lives than you do, are inferior?" He demanded, "My name's Draco, Draco Malfoy. I hope you remember that, because you'll be hearing it when Slytherin wins the house cup."
"And why would I be hearing your name? They don't read out all those who are unfortunate to be in the Slytherin house," Ron retorted.
"This doesn't concern you, Weasly," Malfoy snorted, "this is between me and this wretched elf."
"And Valar, what have I done?" Legolas asked, not bothering to add any innocence into his voice.
"Ah yes, you were laughing, what seems to be so funny?" he demanded.
"Is it wrong for a being, be it elf or human, to laugh?" Legolas raised an eyebrow. "For I thought it was a way of expressing one's self."
"No, you were laughing at me, and I want to know why."
"Oh, it's just... you remind me of my good friend Elladan and Elrohir, when their hair was shorter they used to comb it back like that. It looked. horrendous," Legolas smiled, "but this is an Elf, not a human, and this is centuries ago, and fashion has changed. I suppose it's alright to do anything with your hair nowadays."
Harry, Ron and Hermione had insisted on talking out the braids in Legolas' hair. "Others might get the wrong... impression." Ron had explained. Legolas had asked what the impression was, but they had just laughed and refused to tell him.
"Your day will come, Elf," Draco said with malice, "when all of your race will be gone, like it is on Earth, and the world will be rid of your horrible existence."
"Alas, that day has already begun," he said sadly.
* * *
"What is this?" Draco said, holding up a wand. "Fatty Lumpkin must have dropped it when he fell on his fat arse."
"Give it here, Malfoy," Harry said.
"Besides, it's not a good thing to call people Fatty Lumpkin," Frodo commented, "Tom Bombadil would not be happy if he knew you were using the name of his pony in vain."
"Shut up, short thing," Draco retorted. "Lets leave it somewhere for Lumpkin to find, like on the roof!"
"You wouldn't dare," Harry growled.
"Oh, but I would," Malfoy grinned evily. Placing his broomstick between his legs (must... not... think... nasty... thoughts...) he pushed off and soared tauntingly above Harry's head. "Are you going to try to stop me?"
"Yes." Without another word, he mounted his broomstick and chased after Malfoy. Only Legolas' keen elven eyes could see the look of amusement in Draco's face.
"What an idiot," Hermione said, coming up next to Legolas. They watched in facsination and shock as they played cat and mouse in the air. The two young wizards exchanged a conversation that even the sharp Elven hearing of Legolas could not be distinguished. Suddenly, Malfoy threw the wand toward the window, and Harry followed, catching the wand just before he and the wand smashed through the glass.
Coming back down to earth, Harry was swarmed by a crowd of cheering students. Legolas smiled at Aragorn, "I don't think YOU could be able to pull that off."
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall stormed in, her face a unreadable mask, "Harry Potter! Come this way."
Sam turned to Legolas, "Do you think the squid is a vegitarian?"
"Wouldn't be your money on it."
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"She said I'm the youngest seeker in a century," Harry said.
"That's not that long," the Elf answered, annoying everyone. Aragorn slowed his stride so he came behind Legolas. With more stealth than a man should have, he placed an arm around the slender being's waist and jerked him back into his chest. He placed his wand on Leoglas' throat, tilting his head until it rested on Aragorn's shoulder.
"Strange positions I find myself in."
"If you say 'that's not that long,' ever again, I'm going to ask Gandalf for advice on hexes," Aragorn answered in Elvish, he noticed a rather large crowd gathering around their little scuffle.
"Truly Master Aragorn, I would expect a man with such stature and heritage as you to not act this childish towards your peers," a smooth, oddly silky voice answered, causing the ranger to look up. Professor Snape, the Potion's master looked at them indignantly, his hair looked like it had been greased with oil and smeared with dirt.
"Sorry sir," Aragorn replied. It seemed strange to him that he would be repremanded like a child. He was, after all, a trifle older than all of them. All save, perhaps Dumbledore, Gandalf and Legolas.
Releasing the elf, Aragorn turned around without another word. Legolas followed behind. "What are all you looking at? Get moving!" Snape yelled and the comotion in the halls continued.
***
Legolas, Hermione and Ron say on the bench, watching Harry catch golf balls while on his broomstick. It was part of his training to be a seeker, the most important player on a quidditch team. Aragorn had gone inside to take a shower, claiming he did not want to look so dirty, this was after he compared himself to Professor Snape. Legolas was sure the real reason was because he was afraid the broomstick would go rouge.
"Now, I know that you haven't been in quidditch that long, but I want you to try on the golden snitch, since you won't be catching golf balls during a real game," Oliver wood said, taking a gold ball out from the case of quivering bludgers.
From the Snitch, two silver wings shot out, and it began struggling to get out of Oliver's grasp. Releasing the snitch, it shot out of sight; to humans, that is. Legolas watched with his keen elven eyes as it flew around each of their heads, taunting them. When it swerved around the elf's head, he shot a hand out and grasped the smooth metal into his palm.
"Harry!" Legolas called, and the young wizard came and grabbed the snitch out of the elf palm.
"Oliver, I've got it!" he said showing the golden ball triumphantly.
"Now if only it were that easy every time," came the coach's reply.
I would just like to thank 'MagicalRachel' for sending me such useful information. I couldn't have written any more stories without you!! (Well, I could, but hey, you don't need to know that) So without further to do, I dedicate this chapter to you. And here's the Disclaimer you wanted.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of it!! Everything you recognize, (or not, probably) does not belong to me. (Wish it did though), except for the Angresan, which isn't mentioned in this story.
SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR SO LONG!!! STUPID BOOK REPORTS!!!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Did you see the look on his face?" A blond haired boy said, "A a total idiot."
Legolas stifled a laugh.
"And what's so funny Elf? Do you think that we humans, just because we live shorter lives than you do, are inferior?" He demanded, "My name's Draco, Draco Malfoy. I hope you remember that, because you'll be hearing it when Slytherin wins the house cup."
"And why would I be hearing your name? They don't read out all those who are unfortunate to be in the Slytherin house," Ron retorted.
"This doesn't concern you, Weasly," Malfoy snorted, "this is between me and this wretched elf."
"And Valar, what have I done?" Legolas asked, not bothering to add any innocence into his voice.
"Ah yes, you were laughing, what seems to be so funny?" he demanded.
"Is it wrong for a being, be it elf or human, to laugh?" Legolas raised an eyebrow. "For I thought it was a way of expressing one's self."
"No, you were laughing at me, and I want to know why."
"Oh, it's just... you remind me of my good friend Elladan and Elrohir, when their hair was shorter they used to comb it back like that. It looked. horrendous," Legolas smiled, "but this is an Elf, not a human, and this is centuries ago, and fashion has changed. I suppose it's alright to do anything with your hair nowadays."
Harry, Ron and Hermione had insisted on talking out the braids in Legolas' hair. "Others might get the wrong... impression." Ron had explained. Legolas had asked what the impression was, but they had just laughed and refused to tell him.
"Your day will come, Elf," Draco said with malice, "when all of your race will be gone, like it is on Earth, and the world will be rid of your horrible existence."
"Alas, that day has already begun," he said sadly.
* * *
"What is this?" Draco said, holding up a wand. "Fatty Lumpkin must have dropped it when he fell on his fat arse."
"Give it here, Malfoy," Harry said.
"Besides, it's not a good thing to call people Fatty Lumpkin," Frodo commented, "Tom Bombadil would not be happy if he knew you were using the name of his pony in vain."
"Shut up, short thing," Draco retorted. "Lets leave it somewhere for Lumpkin to find, like on the roof!"
"You wouldn't dare," Harry growled.
"Oh, but I would," Malfoy grinned evily. Placing his broomstick between his legs (must... not... think... nasty... thoughts...) he pushed off and soared tauntingly above Harry's head. "Are you going to try to stop me?"
"Yes." Without another word, he mounted his broomstick and chased after Malfoy. Only Legolas' keen elven eyes could see the look of amusement in Draco's face.
"What an idiot," Hermione said, coming up next to Legolas. They watched in facsination and shock as they played cat and mouse in the air. The two young wizards exchanged a conversation that even the sharp Elven hearing of Legolas could not be distinguished. Suddenly, Malfoy threw the wand toward the window, and Harry followed, catching the wand just before he and the wand smashed through the glass.
Coming back down to earth, Harry was swarmed by a crowd of cheering students. Legolas smiled at Aragorn, "I don't think YOU could be able to pull that off."
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall stormed in, her face a unreadable mask, "Harry Potter! Come this way."
Sam turned to Legolas, "Do you think the squid is a vegitarian?"
"Wouldn't be your money on it."
*~*~*~*~**~*~*~**~*~*~*~**~*~**~*~*~
"She said I'm the youngest seeker in a century," Harry said.
"That's not that long," the Elf answered, annoying everyone. Aragorn slowed his stride so he came behind Legolas. With more stealth than a man should have, he placed an arm around the slender being's waist and jerked him back into his chest. He placed his wand on Leoglas' throat, tilting his head until it rested on Aragorn's shoulder.
"Strange positions I find myself in."
"If you say 'that's not that long,' ever again, I'm going to ask Gandalf for advice on hexes," Aragorn answered in Elvish, he noticed a rather large crowd gathering around their little scuffle.
"Truly Master Aragorn, I would expect a man with such stature and heritage as you to not act this childish towards your peers," a smooth, oddly silky voice answered, causing the ranger to look up. Professor Snape, the Potion's master looked at them indignantly, his hair looked like it had been greased with oil and smeared with dirt.
"Sorry sir," Aragorn replied. It seemed strange to him that he would be repremanded like a child. He was, after all, a trifle older than all of them. All save, perhaps Dumbledore, Gandalf and Legolas.
Releasing the elf, Aragorn turned around without another word. Legolas followed behind. "What are all you looking at? Get moving!" Snape yelled and the comotion in the halls continued.
***
Legolas, Hermione and Ron say on the bench, watching Harry catch golf balls while on his broomstick. It was part of his training to be a seeker, the most important player on a quidditch team. Aragorn had gone inside to take a shower, claiming he did not want to look so dirty, this was after he compared himself to Professor Snape. Legolas was sure the real reason was because he was afraid the broomstick would go rouge.
"Now, I know that you haven't been in quidditch that long, but I want you to try on the golden snitch, since you won't be catching golf balls during a real game," Oliver wood said, taking a gold ball out from the case of quivering bludgers.
From the Snitch, two silver wings shot out, and it began struggling to get out of Oliver's grasp. Releasing the snitch, it shot out of sight; to humans, that is. Legolas watched with his keen elven eyes as it flew around each of their heads, taunting them. When it swerved around the elf's head, he shot a hand out and grasped the smooth metal into his palm.
"Harry!" Legolas called, and the young wizard came and grabbed the snitch out of the elf palm.
"Oliver, I've got it!" he said showing the golden ball triumphantly.
"Now if only it were that easy every time," came the coach's reply.