A/N: Sorry about the delay. The only reason this is here is because its not about the main characters. Dug myself into a little plot hole with them and am struggling to get out. HELP. Anyway, this month is heck. Right now im on break, so i finally had time to write. But May is almost completely free, so YAY. Good, study for exams..booo. Anywho, read, enjoy, and have a cookie (::))))))))) and REPLY.
....Like Father, Like Son....
'Im an Idiot. An idiot. That is what I am. How could I have not seen it coming. I'm so stupid. Stupid me. I should be stripped of all my titles and forced into exile. Wait, no one is listening to me are they? Hopefully not, don't want anyone to get any ideas.'
King Dumbledore of Callahorn sat behind his desk thinking about the past few weeks.
After he had sent a portion of his army to help the Dwarves, a small party of Gnome fighters with a few Trolls entered the city through the sewer system creating havoc and chaos at four thirty in the morning.
They were successfully destroyed, yet how did they get in?
Through the sewers of course, but the entrances were hidden, only an elite few knew of them.
Which meant, yup, there was a spy, traiter, turncoat, and any other mean names you can think of, in Callahorn.
Not only in the city, but most likely close to him.
One of his advisors perhaps, or maybe a servant who overheard something they shouldn't have.
Dumbledore rubbed his forehead.
' All this thinking is hurting my brain. I need a cookie break.'
Thus said..err..thought, Dumbledore headed downstairs for a late night snack.
On the second floor landing, ( his office was on the third floor) he came across his son, Balinor, also on a late night cookie raid.
Like father like son, right?
Dumbledore smiled at his son, his little boy, well not exactly little. In fact, Balinor was very tall, muscular and handsome, with shaggy black hair and twinkling blue eyes, just like his fathers. (a/n: Balinor=Aragorn)
Balinor smiled back and muttered two words," Cookie break?" His father nodded, and they both headed into the kitchen, where they successfully got a plate of chocolate cookies and a glass of milk each. (a/n: im thinking christmas here folks. Fa la la. ok im shutting up now.)
After a few minutes of silently devouring the yummy morsols, Balinor spoke.
" Any luck finding the traitor?"
Dumbledore shook his head.
" I guess I will just have to check up on everyone I know that knows about the entrance way, or just see if someone mysteriousally dies soon."
Balinor nodded, apparently deep in thought as he munched on another cookie ( his fifth).
" We need to set up a guard. Now that the enemy knows, whats stopping them from bringing more in and attacking us as soon as we let our guard down."
" You know what we need.." Dumbledore began.
" A miracle, Allanon, King Elrond, what?"
" Let me finish, you little imp you."
Balinor glared at his father.
" Allanon would be nice. Some Druid magic to encourage the people and kill the bad guys. Speaking of Elrond, no help is coming from the Elves, to anyone."
Balinor, who had been finger painting on the table with milk suddenly snapped to attention.
" WHAT. No help from the Elves. But they have anyways helped us, and the Dwarves. Whats so different this time. Apparenty Lily didnt have a say in this. She would have helped. Yet, Elrond would too. I wonder what happened. Oh no. There dead arn't they, father. All of the Elves are dead, and it's all MY fault."
Dumbledore smirked as his son kept rambling about nothing.
" No, the Elves are not dead, there was no mass execution of the Royal family, and yes, you are going to Arborlon."
Balinor looked at his father in shock.
'Damn, that man can read minds can't he.'
" Should have figured that out by now, son."
Balinor stared at his father, then jumped up, put his hand over his ears and screamed, " GET OUT OF MY HEAD." Dumbledore chuckled, he was used to his son doing this.
' He's almost thirty. Wonder when he will grow up?'
" It seems the Elven trackers found a huge camp of Voldemort's followers about a hundred miles north of Arborlon. They figured out his plan from there. Elves go save Dwarves. While big fighter Elves gone, they move in and kill all the other Elves."
" That's just.....well its a good plan."
"Yup, that is why no help will arrive from the Elves. I have already sent a note to King Gimil about the arrangement, and tomorrow you will leave for Arborlon."
" Wait just a minute, old man. I never agreed on going to Arborlon. You can't boss me around."
Dumbledore smiled. " Im sorry, son. I just figured that you would want some time to hang out with your little elf friends."
Since King Dumbledore and King Elrond were good friends, it is only natural that their children become friends.
Even though Lily was about 10 years younger then Balinor, they got along perfectly, and were inseperable when they were together (a/n: gosh i just confused my self.)
No romantic feelings involved. They were just really good friends.
" Although Lily and Arabella are not there, Im sure you will do this for me, your father."
Balinor frowned and said," Lily's not there. Nor Arabella. Great what am I going to do. Is Legolas there? No he probably went with Lily. Awww, dad. Im going to be BORED."
Dumbledore smiled at his sulking son.
" Legolas is still there, and I know that you could never be bored, as long as Petunia's there."
Balinor gagged. " Ahhh. That...girl....is sooooo....infuriating."
" Big words son. Watch it, you might hurt yourself."
" Oh..hahaha. Im laughing. But....Petunia is fun to prank," he said with a mischevious light growing in his eyes.
" Balinor," Dumbledore said firmly. " I will NOT have you pranking King Elronds daughter while you are a guest in their house."
" Awww. Please daddy. Come on. It's fun, and she's annoying. You told me too last time."
Dumbledore grinned and whispered, " Ok. Prank her all you want. Just don't tell anyone I told you to."
Balinor eagerly nodded.
" Good," Dumbledore said in a normal voice.
" I'll just get everything ready for you to give Elrond, and you go pick up some prank supplies," he said while putting some money in his sons hand.
" Thanks dad." And with that Balinor was gone.
Dumbledore smiled to himself as he quickly stole the rest of his sons cookies and hurried upstairs where he quickly finished a letter and tying it to his owl's leg, watched it fly out the window.
" Hurry up, Allanon. Before the damage is irrepairable," he muttered before going in to bed.
A/N: Hopefully the spacing worked. SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO KEEP THE SPACING...PUHLEASE *gives everyone puppy face* oh and can you do me one more itty bitty favor??? REPLY. thankies
....Like Father, Like Son....
'Im an Idiot. An idiot. That is what I am. How could I have not seen it coming. I'm so stupid. Stupid me. I should be stripped of all my titles and forced into exile. Wait, no one is listening to me are they? Hopefully not, don't want anyone to get any ideas.'
King Dumbledore of Callahorn sat behind his desk thinking about the past few weeks.
After he had sent a portion of his army to help the Dwarves, a small party of Gnome fighters with a few Trolls entered the city through the sewer system creating havoc and chaos at four thirty in the morning.
They were successfully destroyed, yet how did they get in?
Through the sewers of course, but the entrances were hidden, only an elite few knew of them.
Which meant, yup, there was a spy, traiter, turncoat, and any other mean names you can think of, in Callahorn.
Not only in the city, but most likely close to him.
One of his advisors perhaps, or maybe a servant who overheard something they shouldn't have.
Dumbledore rubbed his forehead.
' All this thinking is hurting my brain. I need a cookie break.'
Thus said..err..thought, Dumbledore headed downstairs for a late night snack.
On the second floor landing, ( his office was on the third floor) he came across his son, Balinor, also on a late night cookie raid.
Like father like son, right?
Dumbledore smiled at his son, his little boy, well not exactly little. In fact, Balinor was very tall, muscular and handsome, with shaggy black hair and twinkling blue eyes, just like his fathers. (a/n: Balinor=Aragorn)
Balinor smiled back and muttered two words," Cookie break?" His father nodded, and they both headed into the kitchen, where they successfully got a plate of chocolate cookies and a glass of milk each. (a/n: im thinking christmas here folks. Fa la la. ok im shutting up now.)
After a few minutes of silently devouring the yummy morsols, Balinor spoke.
" Any luck finding the traitor?"
Dumbledore shook his head.
" I guess I will just have to check up on everyone I know that knows about the entrance way, or just see if someone mysteriousally dies soon."
Balinor nodded, apparently deep in thought as he munched on another cookie ( his fifth).
" We need to set up a guard. Now that the enemy knows, whats stopping them from bringing more in and attacking us as soon as we let our guard down."
" You know what we need.." Dumbledore began.
" A miracle, Allanon, King Elrond, what?"
" Let me finish, you little imp you."
Balinor glared at his father.
" Allanon would be nice. Some Druid magic to encourage the people and kill the bad guys. Speaking of Elrond, no help is coming from the Elves, to anyone."
Balinor, who had been finger painting on the table with milk suddenly snapped to attention.
" WHAT. No help from the Elves. But they have anyways helped us, and the Dwarves. Whats so different this time. Apparenty Lily didnt have a say in this. She would have helped. Yet, Elrond would too. I wonder what happened. Oh no. There dead arn't they, father. All of the Elves are dead, and it's all MY fault."
Dumbledore smirked as his son kept rambling about nothing.
" No, the Elves are not dead, there was no mass execution of the Royal family, and yes, you are going to Arborlon."
Balinor looked at his father in shock.
'Damn, that man can read minds can't he.'
" Should have figured that out by now, son."
Balinor stared at his father, then jumped up, put his hand over his ears and screamed, " GET OUT OF MY HEAD." Dumbledore chuckled, he was used to his son doing this.
' He's almost thirty. Wonder when he will grow up?'
" It seems the Elven trackers found a huge camp of Voldemort's followers about a hundred miles north of Arborlon. They figured out his plan from there. Elves go save Dwarves. While big fighter Elves gone, they move in and kill all the other Elves."
" That's just.....well its a good plan."
"Yup, that is why no help will arrive from the Elves. I have already sent a note to King Gimil about the arrangement, and tomorrow you will leave for Arborlon."
" Wait just a minute, old man. I never agreed on going to Arborlon. You can't boss me around."
Dumbledore smiled. " Im sorry, son. I just figured that you would want some time to hang out with your little elf friends."
Since King Dumbledore and King Elrond were good friends, it is only natural that their children become friends.
Even though Lily was about 10 years younger then Balinor, they got along perfectly, and were inseperable when they were together (a/n: gosh i just confused my self.)
No romantic feelings involved. They were just really good friends.
" Although Lily and Arabella are not there, Im sure you will do this for me, your father."
Balinor frowned and said," Lily's not there. Nor Arabella. Great what am I going to do. Is Legolas there? No he probably went with Lily. Awww, dad. Im going to be BORED."
Dumbledore smiled at his sulking son.
" Legolas is still there, and I know that you could never be bored, as long as Petunia's there."
Balinor gagged. " Ahhh. That...girl....is sooooo....infuriating."
" Big words son. Watch it, you might hurt yourself."
" Oh..hahaha. Im laughing. But....Petunia is fun to prank," he said with a mischevious light growing in his eyes.
" Balinor," Dumbledore said firmly. " I will NOT have you pranking King Elronds daughter while you are a guest in their house."
" Awww. Please daddy. Come on. It's fun, and she's annoying. You told me too last time."
Dumbledore grinned and whispered, " Ok. Prank her all you want. Just don't tell anyone I told you to."
Balinor eagerly nodded.
" Good," Dumbledore said in a normal voice.
" I'll just get everything ready for you to give Elrond, and you go pick up some prank supplies," he said while putting some money in his sons hand.
" Thanks dad." And with that Balinor was gone.
Dumbledore smiled to himself as he quickly stole the rest of his sons cookies and hurried upstairs where he quickly finished a letter and tying it to his owl's leg, watched it fly out the window.
" Hurry up, Allanon. Before the damage is irrepairable," he muttered before going in to bed.
A/N: Hopefully the spacing worked. SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO KEEP THE SPACING...PUHLEASE *gives everyone puppy face* oh and can you do me one more itty bitty favor??? REPLY. thankies