AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fiction will also feature segments of "Anger
Management."
"Draco Malfoy! You stop that this instant," came the voice of Minerva McGonagall. "Is that how you treat visitors of Hogwarts?"
"No, Professor. I'm sorry. I shall apologize immediately," he said, trying hard to keep the smirk from appearing externally. Draco bowed to the travelers, tipping his hat to Aragorn. "How do you do?" he asked politely.
"Not well, my lad. We seem to be lost. Have you any idea where Mordor is?" Aragorn replied.
"What's Mordor?" inquired Draco.
"You know!" exclaimed Legolas, "The land of Mordor, where the shadows lie!"
"No, no," said Draco. "What's Mordor? Not a description."
"You know! Mordor... where Lord Sauron lives!?" piped Gimli.
"I do not wish to know who lives in Mordor. What's Mordor?" asked Draco, once again.
"Mordor is the place where the one Ring can be destroyed!" yelled Faramir.
You can imagine how irritated our heroes are with this questioning. Aragorn is gripping his sword tightly, doing all I he can not to puncture this Malfoy character with it.
"I really don't care about the jewelry in Mordor!" replied Malfoy, with calm amusement in his drawling voice.
"WELL, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT US TO SAY?" screamed Aragorn, unable to control himself. He heard sniggering from the group of teenagers dressed in black.
"Mister Malfoy!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall, "Detention! And fifteen points from Slytherin." She began walking towards Aragorn. "How do you do, Mr. Elessar?" she asked politely.
"Fine, my dear, but I believe we should get going..." he replied.
"Oh, nonsense! Please rest in the castle, my dear man! I've read a lot about you." She said flatteringly. "We'll have refreshments for you."
"Well, if ya put it that way," Gimli said, and began walking into the castle. Aragorn and his fellow men had no choice but to follow. AUTHORS NOTE: More coming! R&R please. (
"Draco Malfoy! You stop that this instant," came the voice of Minerva McGonagall. "Is that how you treat visitors of Hogwarts?"
"No, Professor. I'm sorry. I shall apologize immediately," he said, trying hard to keep the smirk from appearing externally. Draco bowed to the travelers, tipping his hat to Aragorn. "How do you do?" he asked politely.
"Not well, my lad. We seem to be lost. Have you any idea where Mordor is?" Aragorn replied.
"What's Mordor?" inquired Draco.
"You know!" exclaimed Legolas, "The land of Mordor, where the shadows lie!"
"No, no," said Draco. "What's Mordor? Not a description."
"You know! Mordor... where Lord Sauron lives!?" piped Gimli.
"I do not wish to know who lives in Mordor. What's Mordor?" asked Draco, once again.
"Mordor is the place where the one Ring can be destroyed!" yelled Faramir.
You can imagine how irritated our heroes are with this questioning. Aragorn is gripping his sword tightly, doing all I he can not to puncture this Malfoy character with it.
"I really don't care about the jewelry in Mordor!" replied Malfoy, with calm amusement in his drawling voice.
"WELL, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT US TO SAY?" screamed Aragorn, unable to control himself. He heard sniggering from the group of teenagers dressed in black.
"Mister Malfoy!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall, "Detention! And fifteen points from Slytherin." She began walking towards Aragorn. "How do you do, Mr. Elessar?" she asked politely.
"Fine, my dear, but I believe we should get going..." he replied.
"Oh, nonsense! Please rest in the castle, my dear man! I've read a lot about you." She said flatteringly. "We'll have refreshments for you."
"Well, if ya put it that way," Gimli said, and began walking into the castle. Aragorn and his fellow men had no choice but to follow. AUTHORS NOTE: More coming! R&R please. (