"My name is Aragorn," the king said, "and I am greatly indebted to you. You
have killed the King of the Nazgul. What are your names, Princes from the
Land Beyond the Sea?" Harry and Ron shared a confused look. "I have no idea
what you're talking about. I don't know who the Nazgul are and I have no
clue where the 'Land Beyond the Sea' is, and we're definately not princes"
Harry told Aragorn. Aragorn's brow wrinkled in thought, "Perhaps the Land
Beyond the Sea has not heard of our struggle with the Dark Lord. Gandalf
will know the answer."
"We're not from wherever you think we're from. We're wizards, from a different time and place," Ron said quickly. Aragorn's face lit up in a smile, "You're wizards! Where are your staffs?" "Staffs? We use wands," Harry replied, pulling his wand out. Aragorn studied the wand for a moment, then turned his attention beck to Harry and Ron, "You have been sent to us in a time of great need. You will help us defeat Sauron!" "Who's Sauron?" Harry asked. Aragorn's eyes widened with disbelief, "Who's Sauron?! I do not know how to explain. Gandalf will when he comes. Now, you may visit your friend in the House of Healing, Prince..." Aragorn realized he didn't know their names. "Harry and Ron," Ron supplied, pointing at himself, then Harry. "Prince Harry and Prince Ron. Afterwards, ask someone to show you to the Sixth Level Guest house," Aragorn finished. He led them to the door, where one of the gaurds in black and silver, led the to a beautiful building, which Harry assumed was the House of Healing. There were great arches and columns with gorgeous blue roof tiles, and engravings all over in a flowing language Harry didn't know. Inside, they were led to Hermione's bed, where a young man with blonde hair sat applying salve to the nasty cut on Hermione's cheek and chanting in language unkown to Harry and Ron. When they approached, the man stopped chanting, cleaned his hands on a cloth, and turned to face them. "Prince Harry, Prince Ron," he said, bowing to each of them in turn. "My name is Legolas Greenleaf. It is a pleasure to meet you." Both their jaws dropped simultaneously, how did this man know thier names? Legolas smiled and resumed tending Hermione. Ron suddenly stumbled, Harry noticed he was falling asleep on his feet. Harry asked a person nearby to show Ron to the Sixth Level Guest house. "Get some sleep, I'll get you when Hermione wakes up, "Harry told Ron. Ron nodded and followed the person Harry had asked sleepily. Harry sat in a chair by Hermione's bed waiting for her to wake up, sometimes talking with Legolas, and after a while, fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
"We're not from wherever you think we're from. We're wizards, from a different time and place," Ron said quickly. Aragorn's face lit up in a smile, "You're wizards! Where are your staffs?" "Staffs? We use wands," Harry replied, pulling his wand out. Aragorn studied the wand for a moment, then turned his attention beck to Harry and Ron, "You have been sent to us in a time of great need. You will help us defeat Sauron!" "Who's Sauron?" Harry asked. Aragorn's eyes widened with disbelief, "Who's Sauron?! I do not know how to explain. Gandalf will when he comes. Now, you may visit your friend in the House of Healing, Prince..." Aragorn realized he didn't know their names. "Harry and Ron," Ron supplied, pointing at himself, then Harry. "Prince Harry and Prince Ron. Afterwards, ask someone to show you to the Sixth Level Guest house," Aragorn finished. He led them to the door, where one of the gaurds in black and silver, led the to a beautiful building, which Harry assumed was the House of Healing. There were great arches and columns with gorgeous blue roof tiles, and engravings all over in a flowing language Harry didn't know. Inside, they were led to Hermione's bed, where a young man with blonde hair sat applying salve to the nasty cut on Hermione's cheek and chanting in language unkown to Harry and Ron. When they approached, the man stopped chanting, cleaned his hands on a cloth, and turned to face them. "Prince Harry, Prince Ron," he said, bowing to each of them in turn. "My name is Legolas Greenleaf. It is a pleasure to meet you." Both their jaws dropped simultaneously, how did this man know thier names? Legolas smiled and resumed tending Hermione. Ron suddenly stumbled, Harry noticed he was falling asleep on his feet. Harry asked a person nearby to show Ron to the Sixth Level Guest house. "Get some sleep, I'll get you when Hermione wakes up, "Harry told Ron. Ron nodded and followed the person Harry had asked sleepily. Harry sat in a chair by Hermione's bed waiting for her to wake up, sometimes talking with Legolas, and after a while, fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.