((So pfft yourself, Drag. I dun care. -sticks tongue out- Anyway, yeah, guys. The long-awaited chap! (Blame an insane number of text-based RP's and a long period of writers block...) :D))

"So, Menelluin. You claim you were brought from your home in-"The questioner took a sniggering pause. "Middle-Earth."

"Yes, sir." .:I want my bow. And my daggers. Can I kill this idiot? Now?:.

"Someone write up a report... I want her in the asylum."

"And what, pray, is that?" Llu raised an eyebrow.

"A place where insane people go."

"In my country, which you are incorrectly certain is this England place, insane people are healed."

"You can't heal a madman!"

"In your country. In mine, we can. Give me a madman and I'll heal him."

The questioner looked at her with wide eyes. "Okay, missie. It's your fate."

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Half an hour's time brought them to a cell at the asylum.

"Here's your madman, 'elf'. Good luck."

She shook her head and slipped inside the cell; a flash of bright blue- green light sounded and the man, who had been breaking glass with his bare hands, looked at them and had a normal reaction, for once: he screamed.

"My hands! Oh my god! My hands!"

Llu snapped her fingers. His hands healed. "Stop screaming, would you?"

"Yes, ma'am..." He was awed. "Where am I, anyway?"

"In a place you shouldn't be." She patted him on the shoulder. "You can leave now."

He nodded and strode out the door, completely normal. Llu glanced at the expressions the guards and the questioner wore and departed.

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"So you're telling me that this girl-"

"Elf. Lothlorien elleth, to be precise." Llu was a stickler for fact.

"This elleth is to come to school here? Preposterous, Dumbledore!" Snape was furious.

"There is sense in it, Severus," McGonagall commented. "Calm yourself. I do not see a problem with it."

Llu was glaring daggers at the greasy-haired Potions master; after a moment a shard of colored magic flew through the air but she twitched a finger and called it back. .:Can I beat him up? Even a little bit?:.

"School has started, Albus. I agree that she should attend Hogwarts, but which House?"

"She shall be sorted. Tonight."

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"An announcement, everyone!"

The Great Hall hushed as McGonagall gathered attention and Dumbledore walked in with a tall, blonde, fair-skinned girl with bright, blue-violet eyes.

They walked right up to the Sorting Hat.

"Liantasse, Menelluin. Please, put on the hat..."

Warily the girl did so; she didn't even touch the hat to her head before it screeched, at the top of its magical lungs:



"GRYFFINDOR!"