They finally reached the gleaming gates of the white city. Harry stopped,
and realized the city was built in seven levels, each with its own gate.
Harry was about to kncok, when the gate was opened. As they steppd in,
Harry could see the man who opened it staring at them with wide eyed filled
with awe. He then noticed people with the same expression lined the
streets, and that the people were all men except for four of five women and
a couple of girls his age. He didn't know what to do, so he and Ron started
walking on the road up towards the next gate. They had barely gone a few
feet, when a man in a black and silver uniform leading three horses pushed
his way through the crowd to them. He handed the reins of one horse to Ron,
another's reins to Harry, took Hermione, put her in the saddle of the third
horse, and mounted behind her. Harry and Ron mounted on an unspoken
command. They rode behind the man through the second gate, the third, the
fourth, until they came to the seventh gate. They dismounted, their horses
were taken away, and they went throught the seventh gate.
They were in a small courtyard with a withering tree in the middle. Behind the tree was a grand building, very beautiful with various carvings and inscriptions. In front of the building was a man, his face creased with sorrow and worry, wearing a crown. Harry guessed he was the king because the man who had led them there bowed as well as he could while holding Hermione. Harry and Ron followed suit. "Take the unconscious one to the infirmary, see that Legolas tends to her wound and she gets plenty of rest and food,"the king instructed the man. As he obeyed, the king beckoned for Harry and Ron to follow him. They passed through many chambers until they came to what Harry assumed to be the throne room. The king sat on his throne, which was perched on a dais, and Harry and Ron sat in two elegant chairs placed there for them at the bottom of the dais. "We have much to talk about, but forst you must eat. You cannot talk on an empty stomach," the king smiled and clapped his hands. Instantly, servants brought forth a table and many delicious loking dishes. Harry and Ron dug in, and for a while there was no sound except for the clinking of forks against plates. When they finally sat back in their chairs, unable to stuff anymore into their bellies, the table and food was taken away and the king looked at them with intelligent eyes. "Now, "he said,leaning forward, "we have much to discuss."
They were in a small courtyard with a withering tree in the middle. Behind the tree was a grand building, very beautiful with various carvings and inscriptions. In front of the building was a man, his face creased with sorrow and worry, wearing a crown. Harry guessed he was the king because the man who had led them there bowed as well as he could while holding Hermione. Harry and Ron followed suit. "Take the unconscious one to the infirmary, see that Legolas tends to her wound and she gets plenty of rest and food,"the king instructed the man. As he obeyed, the king beckoned for Harry and Ron to follow him. They passed through many chambers until they came to what Harry assumed to be the throne room. The king sat on his throne, which was perched on a dais, and Harry and Ron sat in two elegant chairs placed there for them at the bottom of the dais. "We have much to talk about, but forst you must eat. You cannot talk on an empty stomach," the king smiled and clapped his hands. Instantly, servants brought forth a table and many delicious loking dishes. Harry and Ron dug in, and for a while there was no sound except for the clinking of forks against plates. When they finally sat back in their chairs, unable to stuff anymore into their bellies, the table and food was taken away and the king looked at them with intelligent eyes. "Now, "he said,leaning forward, "we have much to discuss."