AUTHOR'S NOTES: I don't know what's wrong with FF.net, but it says I have two extra chapters that I know I don't have. So, if you read on, please know that there will always be two chapters that will forever be anonymous. Until, that is, someone tells me how to get rid of them. *hint hint*
Oh, and I've figured out how to put in Italics, underline and bold. Go me!! (And for the people who don't know, all I can say is read the fine print!)
And no, I don't know wither Legolas wears underwear or not, but since Tolkien never mentioned it, I can only assume some things…
Tûg yrch means fat Orc in Elvish. It amuses me.
DISCLAIMER: Well, why do you think it's called a disclaimer? Put two and two together.
Ron watched as the elf's steps fell lightly on the newly fallen snow, barely making any imprint; while his heavy boots made large holes. "Hey Legolas, if you jump, do you think that you'll make any dent in the snow?"
"Probably not, but if I were to sit on you, it would confirm that I'm not as light as I may seem," the elf replied with the small smile.
"I see some of Ron's sarcasm has rubbed off on you, Legolas," Harry snorted as he swerved around their heads.
"Sarcasm is not a common characteristic among us elves," Legolas replied, "although I admit, my father used many ironic remarks when I was an elfling."
"If elves are anything like humans, I would think so," Oliver said. They were all seated on the bench watching Harry pursue the Snitch. So far, whither it was due to the weather or the extreme cold (that Legolas couldn't feel) Harry was doing extremely poorly. To top it off, it had started to snow heavily again.
"Harry! Time's up," Oliver called, "if you're not going to get it now, you're never going to."
"Thanks for the encouragement," the young wizard growled. "Legolas? A little help please?" The elf pushed on his knees and got up, taking Harry's Nimbus Two Thousand from his hand. (It had been given to him by Professor McGonagall earlier that week.)
Mounting the broomstick, Legolas used his superb Elven eyes, slightly daunted by the snow, to search for the familiar gleam of the snitch. After a moment of hesitation, he pushed off, and disappeared in the dense white haze. He returned about three minutes later with the snitch in hand.
"Honestly Legolas, you should think about joining the Quidditch team," Oliver said, "we could use a player like you."
"No, I don't think it would be fair if I were to join," Legolas commented, "Besides, I'm only staying for one year. Although I have to admit, showing off to the dwarf would have been amusing. Harry is much better than I am," the elf lied.
"Where is Aragorn these days anyways?" Ron asked.
"He is taking advantage of the showers, although, if you have noticed, it doesn't make much of a difference."
"Well next to you, everyone looks dirty," Harry retorted.
"It is not my fault I am the one that looks clean!" the elf protested.
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"LEGOLAS!!"
The elf's ears perked as he quickened his stride into the Common room. Aragorn never rose his voice unless there was grave danger or an order to be made. When the elf got into the room, he realized that it was neither.
"What seems to be the trouble, Son of Arathorn?" he quirked, a smile broadening over his usual stoical face. A small owl, barely bigger than a crow, was flying about Aragorn's head, diving down to give the occasional peck. A large parcel was in-between his feet, and how the bird managed to carry it was a mystery.
"The stupid bird won't let me take it from her, now she thinks I'm trying to steal it…" he waved his arms around, trying desperately to swat the owl away.
"Kela! /go away/" the elf said, and the owl, after dropping the parcel on Aragorn's head, flew out the window.
"I'll never understand birds," the ranger grumbled, picking up the parcel from the floor, "it's addressed to Legolas Thranduillion."
Taking the parcel gingerly from the man, the elf opened the flimsy card attached to it. Inside it was written with curved and fluent elvish runes. "It's from my father," the elf said, recognizing the writing right away.
Dear Legolas,
The troubles you get yourself into.
When I sent you as an envoy, I had expected you to just be an envoy, and not a warrior out to defend Middle-Earth. Elrond had sent Glorfindel (Elrond made a good choice sending him, anyone else I would have slain on the spot) to inform me that you have commenced on the journey of the Ring.
Just three days later, I received a letter from someone named 'Albus Dumbledore,' does that name sound familiar to you? He told me that you are now at Warthogs,( or was it Hogwarts?), school of witchcraft and wizardry. I pray to the Valar that you will come home in one piece.
Well, Namarie for now, enjoy my gift, and may Iluvatar himself watch over your path. Mirkwood misses their prince.
Thranduil / Ada
PS ~ use my gift wisely, for example, on the Dwarf. My heart bleeds to hear that he is one of the Nine.
Legolas smiled. He had wondered who was sent to inform his father. Poor Glorfindel, he had probably witnessed one of his father's lectures. He made a mental note to apologize to the age old Balrog slayer.
"Hey Legolas, what is it?" Harry asked, peering into the room.
"My father has sent me something, although I'm not sure what it is," Legolas answered, sitting on the leather couch and placing the present on his lap. With trembling fingers, he began to unwrap the parcel.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, guess what? I've decided to answer reviews, starting from chapter 6.
Kriss Kay ~ Wanna know what happens next, eh? Well, be patient… Not much help eh? (I'm Canadian, if that answers all the ehs.)
Jen ~ Glad ya like it.
Noisy Jen ~ I hate "Oh, you're those people from that LOTR book!" too. That's just stupid (sorry for those people who wrote something like that). I suppose, since Legolas is an elf, he could do magic without a wand… We'll see, we'll see…