I am SO SO SO sorry for the lack of updates but I'm starting a new job and everything is just up in the air. Forgive me. Thank you all you precious reviewers. I would answer you personally right now but my time is very limited today. Then whenI went to put this up the log in thing was disabled. This site is beginning to suck!
DISCLAIMER: This is my new story `With You'. It is a Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings crossover. This story does not focus on the trio of Hogwarts, instead it focuses on Legolas and my original character Lesie. (You'll find out about her in a minute) I stink at thinking of titles and this one will probably change soon. Got an idea, lemme know. I would like to take this time to let the world know that I own only what you do not recognize, the rest belong to Tolkien and Rowling.
READ THIS: Secondly, I would like to make known that I am fully aware of the time differences in the stories. However, for sake of literature, lets ignore that. Use your IMAGINATION. Its a wonderful thing. Think outside the box. It won't hurt you, I promise.
CHARACTERS: I'll add on to this as I go. These belong to me, just so you know.
~* 1) Lesie Nabors: (pronounced Lee-See. Yes this is a real name.) The leading lady. She is a muggleborn Ravenclaw. She has brown hair, brown eyes, and a pair of breasts and butt she hates. Natural born dancer and captian of Ravenclaw dance team. (There is one is this story so don't bitch at me. My story, my rules.) Headgirl. Very sweet and shy. I based her off of a Southern Belle; she's my British Belle.
~* 2) Craig Jones: Headboy. Slytherin pureblood. Jackass. Horny. Guy in high school you love to hate. Blond hair, freckles, green eyes, slightly lanky. Thinks he is the hottest thing in the world. Don't know how much I'm going to use him yet.
~* 3) Candi Hutchinson: Lesie's friend. Member of Ravenclaw dance team. Black hair, blue eyes, average body. Half blood. Smart and sensible. (I think. So far.) ~* 4) Aimee Morgan: Lesie's other friend. Member of Ravenclaw dance team. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, skinny. Muggleborn. Royal Gossip Queen.
~* There will probably be others as we go. Potter and co. make an apperace along with Umbridge. I can't stand her so I'm going to do something mean to her. I don't know what but it will be something. ~*~ I know that's a lot to read right now but I want you to know so you don't mail me or whatever and cuss me out b/c its not what you expect. Well, I'm not sorry b/c this is MY interpretation of it. This is what I think of this situation. Don't be ignorant and review saying that none of this is possible. This is FICTIONAL, therefore, not real! If you do rudely review me, I will point you back to this and hope you feel like a moron.
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Chapter 3
"Today class we will learn the theory behind the fireuiun destioum spell. Loosly translated for you slow ones as the `Deadly fire' spell." Proffesor Umbridge began in false sweetness. She turned her back and began to write notes in her scrawling handwriting.
Lesie drug out her notebook and began to copy the pointless and useless text down. Her class had learned how to do the deadly fire spell last year under Moody. She felt a quill poke her in the back and turned, aggrivated, to face Aimee.
"Who's the guy?" She mouthed. "Nobody." Lesie mouthed back. Lesie turned to go back to her notes but Aimee poked her again. Lesie snapped back around. "What?" She mouthed tightly, letting her irritation show. "Why won't you tell me? I'm your best friend? I tell you about all of my boyfriends!" Aimee whined. Lesie refused to answer and turned back around. She could hear her friend huff behind her. Lesie shook her head and bent down over her desk to take notes.
She heard the door open and close but didn't bother to look up. "Excuse me Proffesor Umbridge, may we interrupt?" She heard Dumbledore ask. Lesie picked her head up as she knew Umbridge did not like following orders given by Dumbledore.
"May I ask why Headmaster?" Umbridge asked with her falsy sweet smile smearing across her flat lips. "Of course. While my guests here rest from their journey, they decieded to make themselves useful." Gandalf, Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli, and Legolas filed in suit behind the headmaster and looked around the room. Legolas's eyes met Lesie's, and for the first time, she didn't shy away from them.
While Dumbledore was talking to Umbridge, Lesie gently bit her lip and smiled shyly at him before her blushing enigma erupted over her face. Legolas gave her a discreet half grin and inwardly marveled at her.
She was like nothing he had ever seen before. All the women in his realm had tall willowly shaped bodies with long flowing hair and light eyes. This woman was more curvy with darker eyes and shorter hair. His attention was aprubtly brought back to the matter at hand when the proffesor, a short, fat, ugly woman, roughly brushed past him without so much as an apology. Apparantly, Headmaster Dumbledore had won the battle; they were going to be teaching the class.
The entire class watched in wonderous silence as Dumbledore calmly walked out after the High Inquisitor and Gandalf took a perch behind the podium. "Good morning Ravenclaws." He said in a loud, clear voice that echoed slightly in the stone room. "I am Gandalf, and I will be instructing your class today. Today we are not going to worry about magic all that much, instead we are going to focus on physical warfare. We will be going into separate groups and each group will have a different master."
Gandalf then read off a list he held in his hand as to where he wanted everyone to go. Candi was in Aragorn's and Boromir's group and were going to go work in the Great Hall on swordplay while Aimee and Lesie were in Legolas's group and were going outside to learn archery.
"Outside." Aimee repeated dully after they were told. "Does he have any idea how cold it is in Britian in February?" "I'm sure he does Aimee but that doesn't seem to bother him." Lesie replied as they walked out the door behind Legolas. It didn't bother Lesie that they were going outside, she was in Legolas's group. Besides, she felt rather hot anyway.
When they got outside and the three Ravenclaws in Legolas's group were huddled together to stay warm, Legolas explained, in short, the art of archery. "You must not be afraid to make a mistake when learning a new craft." He explained. "How can you grow and master when you have no experiences to base it off of?" His bright eyes gazed at them as a slight smile graced his lips.
"Milady Nabors." He called and watched her eyes become more attentive. "Care to try?" Lesie's eyes darted back and forth nervously. "Me?" She squeaked. Legolas nodded. Lesie wasn't moving so Aimee shoved her friend forward. Lesie stumbled quite ungracefully towards Legolas.
Lesie straightened up and glared at her friend. Legolas held his hand out towards her, inviting her closer. Lesie timidly grasped his hand as he wrapped his arms around her and placed a bow and arrow in her hands.
"You must be very gentle and very firm." He said softly in her ear as he helped her place the arrow properly in her fingers and placed it on the bow. Lesie's pulse quickened as his warm breath grazed her ear. He let one of his hands slide down her side and rested on her hip. Lesie no longer felt the cold of the biting wind on her cheek or the wet snow in her shoes, all she felt was exhilaration and heat with Legolas the elf so near.
"Don't be afraid. Release your energy." He coaxed as Lesie released the arrow from her grasp. It landed in the ring outside of the bulls eye on the target down the field. "Oh my God! I never thought I could do that!" She squealed as she saw her target. "Have you ever tried?" Legolas asked her calmly. "Well...no" Lesie admitted. "I just never had the motivation to do it."
Legolas nodded with his eyes in constant contact with hers as he took the bow away from her. They broke contact and he called the next person. Lesie went back with her face aglow and her smile beaming.
"Uh huh." Aimee whispered as Lesie took her place next to her. "What?" Lesie questioned. "Nothing." Aimee said mysteriously.
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"Circle 5, 6, arms 7 and 8. Open 1 hold 2, 3, 4. 5, 6, shoulders 7, look 8, hit one."
The blaring music died as the Ravenclaw dance team held thier final position. Lesie gasped for air after the strenuous routine and difficult counting. "Good job guys. We're going to have this routine down before parents week." She praised as the squad went to retrieve their stuff to go back to their dorms.
"Lesie." Candi said softly beside her. "Aimee told me what happened." "What are you talking about?" Lesie asked confused. Aimee and Candi looked at her as if she were ignorant. "About Defense this morning." Aimee tried to remind her. Lesie still looked confused. "About Legolas." Candi said even more softly.
A quick grin fluttered across Lesie's lips before she denied it. "Whatever you guys. Nothing happened. He just helped me learn how to shot an arrow." "So that's what your calling it now." Candi exclaimed as Lesie sighed in frustration. Oh, how her friends didn't understand.
"Why won't you just admit it Lesie? You like him and I think he likes you." Aimee confirmed as she smile like a chesire cat at her friend. "No he doesn't Aimee, where in the world did you get such an accusation?" Lesie asked defensivly while avoiding her friends' eyes.
Aimee rolled her eyes and picked the reasons off with her fingers. "The way he looks at you. He looks at you as if you are the most desirable thing in the world. The way his attention was directed at you the majoritiy of class, among many other reasons. Come on girl, wake up!"
Lesie chewed on her bottom lip as she pulled a sweater over her sports bra clad top. When they realized she wasn't going to respond, Candi groaned in aggitation. "Lesie Nabors, for once in your life will you step outside your comfortable little bubble of life and take a chance? Be bold for once. If you like him, and he apparently likes you, go for it? What do you have to lose?"
Lesie looked at her friends with hurt eyes. "Is that what you think I am? A sheltered little suburban muggle?" She screamed before she snatched her stuff up and stalked out the door. Her friends' words hurt her, but they were the truth. Lesie was sheltered and she did live in a comfortable little bubble of life.
Hot tears welled in her eyes as she reached the Head common room. "Butterscotch." She snapped as the hidden door swung open and Lesie ran inside, threw herself onto the couch and cried.
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Next chapter should really get the plot moving smoothly. Review if you want more!
DISCLAIMER: This is my new story `With You'. It is a Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings crossover. This story does not focus on the trio of Hogwarts, instead it focuses on Legolas and my original character Lesie. (You'll find out about her in a minute) I stink at thinking of titles and this one will probably change soon. Got an idea, lemme know. I would like to take this time to let the world know that I own only what you do not recognize, the rest belong to Tolkien and Rowling.
READ THIS: Secondly, I would like to make known that I am fully aware of the time differences in the stories. However, for sake of literature, lets ignore that. Use your IMAGINATION. Its a wonderful thing. Think outside the box. It won't hurt you, I promise.
CHARACTERS: I'll add on to this as I go. These belong to me, just so you know.
~* 1) Lesie Nabors: (pronounced Lee-See. Yes this is a real name.) The leading lady. She is a muggleborn Ravenclaw. She has brown hair, brown eyes, and a pair of breasts and butt she hates. Natural born dancer and captian of Ravenclaw dance team. (There is one is this story so don't bitch at me. My story, my rules.) Headgirl. Very sweet and shy. I based her off of a Southern Belle; she's my British Belle.
~* 2) Craig Jones: Headboy. Slytherin pureblood. Jackass. Horny. Guy in high school you love to hate. Blond hair, freckles, green eyes, slightly lanky. Thinks he is the hottest thing in the world. Don't know how much I'm going to use him yet.
~* 3) Candi Hutchinson: Lesie's friend. Member of Ravenclaw dance team. Black hair, blue eyes, average body. Half blood. Smart and sensible. (I think. So far.) ~* 4) Aimee Morgan: Lesie's other friend. Member of Ravenclaw dance team. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, skinny. Muggleborn. Royal Gossip Queen.
~* There will probably be others as we go. Potter and co. make an apperace along with Umbridge. I can't stand her so I'm going to do something mean to her. I don't know what but it will be something. ~*~ I know that's a lot to read right now but I want you to know so you don't mail me or whatever and cuss me out b/c its not what you expect. Well, I'm not sorry b/c this is MY interpretation of it. This is what I think of this situation. Don't be ignorant and review saying that none of this is possible. This is FICTIONAL, therefore, not real! If you do rudely review me, I will point you back to this and hope you feel like a moron.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 3
"Today class we will learn the theory behind the fireuiun destioum spell. Loosly translated for you slow ones as the `Deadly fire' spell." Proffesor Umbridge began in false sweetness. She turned her back and began to write notes in her scrawling handwriting.
Lesie drug out her notebook and began to copy the pointless and useless text down. Her class had learned how to do the deadly fire spell last year under Moody. She felt a quill poke her in the back and turned, aggrivated, to face Aimee.
"Who's the guy?" She mouthed. "Nobody." Lesie mouthed back. Lesie turned to go back to her notes but Aimee poked her again. Lesie snapped back around. "What?" She mouthed tightly, letting her irritation show. "Why won't you tell me? I'm your best friend? I tell you about all of my boyfriends!" Aimee whined. Lesie refused to answer and turned back around. She could hear her friend huff behind her. Lesie shook her head and bent down over her desk to take notes.
She heard the door open and close but didn't bother to look up. "Excuse me Proffesor Umbridge, may we interrupt?" She heard Dumbledore ask. Lesie picked her head up as she knew Umbridge did not like following orders given by Dumbledore.
"May I ask why Headmaster?" Umbridge asked with her falsy sweet smile smearing across her flat lips. "Of course. While my guests here rest from their journey, they decieded to make themselves useful." Gandalf, Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli, and Legolas filed in suit behind the headmaster and looked around the room. Legolas's eyes met Lesie's, and for the first time, she didn't shy away from them.
While Dumbledore was talking to Umbridge, Lesie gently bit her lip and smiled shyly at him before her blushing enigma erupted over her face. Legolas gave her a discreet half grin and inwardly marveled at her.
She was like nothing he had ever seen before. All the women in his realm had tall willowly shaped bodies with long flowing hair and light eyes. This woman was more curvy with darker eyes and shorter hair. His attention was aprubtly brought back to the matter at hand when the proffesor, a short, fat, ugly woman, roughly brushed past him without so much as an apology. Apparantly, Headmaster Dumbledore had won the battle; they were going to be teaching the class.
The entire class watched in wonderous silence as Dumbledore calmly walked out after the High Inquisitor and Gandalf took a perch behind the podium. "Good morning Ravenclaws." He said in a loud, clear voice that echoed slightly in the stone room. "I am Gandalf, and I will be instructing your class today. Today we are not going to worry about magic all that much, instead we are going to focus on physical warfare. We will be going into separate groups and each group will have a different master."
Gandalf then read off a list he held in his hand as to where he wanted everyone to go. Candi was in Aragorn's and Boromir's group and were going to go work in the Great Hall on swordplay while Aimee and Lesie were in Legolas's group and were going outside to learn archery.
"Outside." Aimee repeated dully after they were told. "Does he have any idea how cold it is in Britian in February?" "I'm sure he does Aimee but that doesn't seem to bother him." Lesie replied as they walked out the door behind Legolas. It didn't bother Lesie that they were going outside, she was in Legolas's group. Besides, she felt rather hot anyway.
When they got outside and the three Ravenclaws in Legolas's group were huddled together to stay warm, Legolas explained, in short, the art of archery. "You must not be afraid to make a mistake when learning a new craft." He explained. "How can you grow and master when you have no experiences to base it off of?" His bright eyes gazed at them as a slight smile graced his lips.
"Milady Nabors." He called and watched her eyes become more attentive. "Care to try?" Lesie's eyes darted back and forth nervously. "Me?" She squeaked. Legolas nodded. Lesie wasn't moving so Aimee shoved her friend forward. Lesie stumbled quite ungracefully towards Legolas.
Lesie straightened up and glared at her friend. Legolas held his hand out towards her, inviting her closer. Lesie timidly grasped his hand as he wrapped his arms around her and placed a bow and arrow in her hands.
"You must be very gentle and very firm." He said softly in her ear as he helped her place the arrow properly in her fingers and placed it on the bow. Lesie's pulse quickened as his warm breath grazed her ear. He let one of his hands slide down her side and rested on her hip. Lesie no longer felt the cold of the biting wind on her cheek or the wet snow in her shoes, all she felt was exhilaration and heat with Legolas the elf so near.
"Don't be afraid. Release your energy." He coaxed as Lesie released the arrow from her grasp. It landed in the ring outside of the bulls eye on the target down the field. "Oh my God! I never thought I could do that!" She squealed as she saw her target. "Have you ever tried?" Legolas asked her calmly. "Well...no" Lesie admitted. "I just never had the motivation to do it."
Legolas nodded with his eyes in constant contact with hers as he took the bow away from her. They broke contact and he called the next person. Lesie went back with her face aglow and her smile beaming.
"Uh huh." Aimee whispered as Lesie took her place next to her. "What?" Lesie questioned. "Nothing." Aimee said mysteriously.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Circle 5, 6, arms 7 and 8. Open 1 hold 2, 3, 4. 5, 6, shoulders 7, look 8, hit one."
The blaring music died as the Ravenclaw dance team held thier final position. Lesie gasped for air after the strenuous routine and difficult counting. "Good job guys. We're going to have this routine down before parents week." She praised as the squad went to retrieve their stuff to go back to their dorms.
"Lesie." Candi said softly beside her. "Aimee told me what happened." "What are you talking about?" Lesie asked confused. Aimee and Candi looked at her as if she were ignorant. "About Defense this morning." Aimee tried to remind her. Lesie still looked confused. "About Legolas." Candi said even more softly.
A quick grin fluttered across Lesie's lips before she denied it. "Whatever you guys. Nothing happened. He just helped me learn how to shot an arrow." "So that's what your calling it now." Candi exclaimed as Lesie sighed in frustration. Oh, how her friends didn't understand.
"Why won't you just admit it Lesie? You like him and I think he likes you." Aimee confirmed as she smile like a chesire cat at her friend. "No he doesn't Aimee, where in the world did you get such an accusation?" Lesie asked defensivly while avoiding her friends' eyes.
Aimee rolled her eyes and picked the reasons off with her fingers. "The way he looks at you. He looks at you as if you are the most desirable thing in the world. The way his attention was directed at you the majoritiy of class, among many other reasons. Come on girl, wake up!"
Lesie chewed on her bottom lip as she pulled a sweater over her sports bra clad top. When they realized she wasn't going to respond, Candi groaned in aggitation. "Lesie Nabors, for once in your life will you step outside your comfortable little bubble of life and take a chance? Be bold for once. If you like him, and he apparently likes you, go for it? What do you have to lose?"
Lesie looked at her friends with hurt eyes. "Is that what you think I am? A sheltered little suburban muggle?" She screamed before she snatched her stuff up and stalked out the door. Her friends' words hurt her, but they were the truth. Lesie was sheltered and she did live in a comfortable little bubble of life.
Hot tears welled in her eyes as she reached the Head common room. "Butterscotch." She snapped as the hidden door swung open and Lesie ran inside, threw herself onto the couch and cried.
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Next chapter should really get the plot moving smoothly. Review if you want more!