DISCLAIMER: I own nothing… except for the owl that attacked Aragorn. His name is Nikki and he's really a budgie.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, isn't this weird, usually I put an Author's note before a disclaimer…
Anywho, I'm trying to get myself to cry on command by reading sadistic stories. Any suggestions?
And I haven't finished reading Order of the Pheonix, I plan to though. I'm on page 156. Mom is reading it right now. She took out my Strider bookmark. I think Nikki might have eaten it… oh well, he met a decent end.
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"Well?" Ron persisted.
"Don't be hasty," Legolas answered, tauntingly slowing his fingers around the brown wrapping paper.
"And you sound like an ent," Aragorn said, but he too, was anxious to see what Thranduil had given his son. Suddenly, Legolas gave a small gasp. Thranduil had sent him a new quiver, complete with arrows and a new pair of ivory hilted knives. The quiver was hard leather, embroidered with a peacock. The knives were light, vibrant and had the emblem of Mirkwood on its handle. Expertly fletched, the arrows looked perfect.
"Doila lle, adar, /thank you father/," the elf whispered quietly; examining his new gifts.
"What does that say?" Harry pointed to the light inscriptions on the blade.
"It says, May the valar protect you on your journeys."
"Who or what are the Valar?" Ron asked.
"It's a long, long story."
"But I'm sure," Ron said, a wry grin beginning to dominate his features, "It's not that long."
~*~ (After much disagreement) ~*~
"Let's see, Legolas," Ron said, motioning with his hand that he wanted to see one of the blades.
"Be careful, it's very easy to cut one's self," Legolas warned.
"And what do you plan to encounter that would be in need of cutting?" Ron asked, swirling the blade around, receiving many 'be carefuls'. After nearly cutting off Harry's nose, Legolas took the blade back.
"Orcs, goblins, cave trolls and other nasties," Frodo answered from behind.
"Hello Frodo," Aragorn said, "where have you been? I've been meaning to ask you, but you're never around. And I'd hate to disturb you during dinner, since you seem to enjoy it so much," the future king of Gondor asked.
"Oh, Sam and I have been helping Hagrid with his garden, those flesh eating slugs are getting the better of the cabbages," Frodo answered, "and we sit in the back of the class so it appears that we're not there; and sometimes, we aren't. Gandalf has given us permission to miss classes when helping Hagrid. Something about mental stress when the journey starts."
"You've met Hagrid?" Harry asked. Sam nodded.
"Why at the back? You can barely see over the desks!" Legolas said chided gently.
"Being short sometimes has its disadvantages," Frodo replied, "like being eye-level to the back of Malfoy's head."
"My heart truly bleeds to hear that," Harry snorted dryly. The hobbits rolled their eyes in acknowledgement and went back to their bedrooms.
"Who is Hagrid?" Legolas asked.
"The keeper of keys, and the teacher of the Care of Magical Creatures class. You don't get it until you're in third year," Harry said, "speaking of which, I have a Christmas present that I should have given him long ago."
"The man that looks like an oversized dwarf? That's Hagrid?" Legolas asked. "Lets just hope that he merely looks like a dwarf and not act like one." Ron elbowed Aragorn in the ribs, getting the Ranger's attention.
"Do elves have something against dwarves?" he asked, only getting a snort from Aragorn.
"Who would want to live on the edge of a forest, a Dark one at that?" Ron asked conversationally.
"Ask the elf," The ranger said, "he's the one who's lived in Mirkwood his entire life. And we all know, that's a long time to live in a spider infested forest."
"Oh shut up Strider."
Suddenly from the bushes, a large, grayish black dog sprang out. Immediately, he began barking loudly, spit dripped from its hanging jowls. "Fang, be quiet!" Ron said, trying to stop the Neapolitan mastiff's intense barking to no avail.
"Dina!" Legolas said a bit harshly. The dog stopped immediately.
"What he say?" Harry whispered to the Ranger.
"An Elvish shut up," Strider said.
"Poor dog."
ANSWERS TO REVIEWS
Incurelf ~ Please don't shake a finger at me. It's distracting, and causes severe writer's block.
Amb_009 ~ So do I, so do I.
MaverickGirl ~ Giving Aragorn bad luck is amusing to sadistic people like me.
MagicalRachel ~ Yay! You're back! Then again, you'd probably come around even more if I updated more often… Okay, you're right about Charlie winning the cup for Gryffindor. You're such a useful reviewer, you know that, right? Yes, I'm starting to stray farther away from the movie, because I can't remember how the movie went… yeah. That's my excuse. I think you're one of the only people who read author's notes.
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Noisy Jen ~ I don't know why I have extra chapters. Death to extra chapters!!
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Jen ~ It's not like I have better spelling. Glad you find it hysterical; my life is dedicated to making others enjoy it more.
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Luthien ~ I don't like cliffies either, can't climb and the teacher hit me in the head with a Frisbee. It hurt.
Irish QT ~ Well, something is going to happen to Legolas before he can do magic without a wand… lets just say, he won't have a wand to use… that made no sense grammatically.
Sorry for anyone I missed! I'm far too stupid to know if I did anyway!