Chapter Three: Enter The King
Author's Notes: Gosh, this one is short, and not nearly as exciting.. O.o But it answers that nagging question!! And came a lot faster than Chapter Two.
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Aragorn Telcontar, former King of Gondor, reincarnated fellowship member, wizard, and well known mad researcher of things that did not exist, was not at all happy with his current situation. He was wet, tired, and broke as a street peddler. The last problem was the only reason he had to deal with the first two; otherwise he would be in nice warm Spain, talking through some archeological dig with Gimli, or perhaps going through some old Wizarding books on history he had dug out of the library. However, thanks to bloody fate, he had to be standing here at the doors to a giant castle, waiting in the rain for someone to let him in.
When Aragorn had written to the Headmaster of Hogwarts in response to the add for the Defense Against Dark Arts position, the answer had been almost immediate. The Headmaster had sounded delighted; he barely asked any questions about Aragorn's former history of education and knowledge of the dark arts. Not very wise for a man who had formerly hired two death eaters, a werewolf, and two other teachers who had resigned under strange and glossed over circumstances, but Aragorn figured that the poor wizard needed whoever he could get.
After what seemed like eternity, an old, greasy looking man that for some strange reason reminded Aragorn strongly of Denethor answered the door, an equally old cat peering out from behind his legs with giant orange eyes. "Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" He croaked, peering over Aragorn with suspicious eyes.
"Yes." Replied the tall man irritably.
"Come in, Dumbledore's been expecting you since dawn." The man tottered off without even an introduction, leaving Aragorn to catch the quickly closing door with one hand and stride after him. They walked in silence, no sound except the sound of the old man's feet pattering down the stone hall, and the occasional whispers of half-asleep portraits.
When they reached the stone gargoyle half imbedded in the wall, the man croaked something that sounded suspiciously like "ice mice" and the gargoyle turned to reveal a staircase that led the pair up into a cozy office, that somehow managed not to look cluttered even though pictures and objects of all sizes lined the room. A fire colored bird that Aragorn recognized as a phoenix crooned musically as they entered, causing a pair of sparkling blue eyes to look towards them.
Aragorn was instantly reminded of Gandalf; the wizard sitting behind the desk had the same amazingly long white hair and beard, strange pointy hat, and sparkling blue eyes that seemed to miss nothing while keeping everything secret.
"Ah, Aragorn, what a pleasure. Please, take a seat." Aragorn sunk into one of the cushioned chairs, fidgeting a bit uncomfortably under the all knowing stare of the older wizard. The old man who had lead Aragorn to the office tottered off once more while muttering under his breath, not bothering with any goodbyes or good wishes.
"I just wanted to inform you of some things that are essential to life here at Hogwarts..." Aragorn could not help but drift off slightly as Dumbledore ran through batches of rules and regulations, locations of bathrooms, and the what not.
The vision hit him suddenly, as did the pain. Green and silver light dominated his vision, and pins and needles ran up and down all the expanses of his skin. He felt like someone was tearing him apart, yet at the same time stitching him together like he was an old rag doll. He heard several cries, all too familiar; Gimli's gruff roar, Frodo's high cry, Sam's yell, Merry's cursing, Pippin's squeak of sudden surprise, even Boromir's hoarse shout...then grass green eyes snapped shut and open, and the moment passed.
"Aragorn! Aragorn!" Aragorn found himself looking up into Dumbledore's twinkling eyes, which were now full of worry. He was off the chair and on his knees; how had that happened? "Are you alright?" Inquired the older wizard quickly. "What happened?"
"I...I do not know...but I'm fine, I'm fine." He stood up quickly, dislodging Dumbledore's hands on his shoulders. 'Great...' He thought. 'First impression given too his new boss: he's bloody nuts. Way to go Aragorn.'
"Perhaps you should rest. It is late and I have kept you up long enough. Come, let me show you too your room." Aragorn stumbled after the Headmaster, rubbing his temples with his free hand, other picking up his slightly battered suitcase and following. He mumbled a small 'good night' to the other wizard, not even bothering to undress after closing the door, striding instead to the bed and collapsing on it.
He had heard all of them, all of those whose trace he had been searching for two and a half life times; could they be alive, reincarnated just as he and Gimli had been? Were they out there somewhere? Why had he not found them? What of the immortal pieces of their party, Gandalf and Legolas? Still away in the Undying Lands, at peace? 'No.' His mind told him. That was not right. He had not heard Gandalf nor Legolas cry out, but those eyes he would ever recognize as belonging to the golden-haired Prince of Mirkwood.
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Silver Knight: That answer your question? Thanks for reviewing? ^^
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The One Hobbit: Everything will be explained in time...hopefully...o_o No, this will not be a Hermione/Legolas romance. They kind of freak me out. X_x;; In fact, I doubt there will be any romances whatsoever. Thanks for reviewing.
Author's Notes: Gosh, this one is short, and not nearly as exciting.. O.o But it answers that nagging question!! And came a lot faster than Chapter Two.
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Aragorn Telcontar, former King of Gondor, reincarnated fellowship member, wizard, and well known mad researcher of things that did not exist, was not at all happy with his current situation. He was wet, tired, and broke as a street peddler. The last problem was the only reason he had to deal with the first two; otherwise he would be in nice warm Spain, talking through some archeological dig with Gimli, or perhaps going through some old Wizarding books on history he had dug out of the library. However, thanks to bloody fate, he had to be standing here at the doors to a giant castle, waiting in the rain for someone to let him in.
When Aragorn had written to the Headmaster of Hogwarts in response to the add for the Defense Against Dark Arts position, the answer had been almost immediate. The Headmaster had sounded delighted; he barely asked any questions about Aragorn's former history of education and knowledge of the dark arts. Not very wise for a man who had formerly hired two death eaters, a werewolf, and two other teachers who had resigned under strange and glossed over circumstances, but Aragorn figured that the poor wizard needed whoever he could get.
After what seemed like eternity, an old, greasy looking man that for some strange reason reminded Aragorn strongly of Denethor answered the door, an equally old cat peering out from behind his legs with giant orange eyes. "Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" He croaked, peering over Aragorn with suspicious eyes.
"Yes." Replied the tall man irritably.
"Come in, Dumbledore's been expecting you since dawn." The man tottered off without even an introduction, leaving Aragorn to catch the quickly closing door with one hand and stride after him. They walked in silence, no sound except the sound of the old man's feet pattering down the stone hall, and the occasional whispers of half-asleep portraits.
When they reached the stone gargoyle half imbedded in the wall, the man croaked something that sounded suspiciously like "ice mice" and the gargoyle turned to reveal a staircase that led the pair up into a cozy office, that somehow managed not to look cluttered even though pictures and objects of all sizes lined the room. A fire colored bird that Aragorn recognized as a phoenix crooned musically as they entered, causing a pair of sparkling blue eyes to look towards them.
Aragorn was instantly reminded of Gandalf; the wizard sitting behind the desk had the same amazingly long white hair and beard, strange pointy hat, and sparkling blue eyes that seemed to miss nothing while keeping everything secret.
"Ah, Aragorn, what a pleasure. Please, take a seat." Aragorn sunk into one of the cushioned chairs, fidgeting a bit uncomfortably under the all knowing stare of the older wizard. The old man who had lead Aragorn to the office tottered off once more while muttering under his breath, not bothering with any goodbyes or good wishes.
"I just wanted to inform you of some things that are essential to life here at Hogwarts..." Aragorn could not help but drift off slightly as Dumbledore ran through batches of rules and regulations, locations of bathrooms, and the what not.
The vision hit him suddenly, as did the pain. Green and silver light dominated his vision, and pins and needles ran up and down all the expanses of his skin. He felt like someone was tearing him apart, yet at the same time stitching him together like he was an old rag doll. He heard several cries, all too familiar; Gimli's gruff roar, Frodo's high cry, Sam's yell, Merry's cursing, Pippin's squeak of sudden surprise, even Boromir's hoarse shout...then grass green eyes snapped shut and open, and the moment passed.
"Aragorn! Aragorn!" Aragorn found himself looking up into Dumbledore's twinkling eyes, which were now full of worry. He was off the chair and on his knees; how had that happened? "Are you alright?" Inquired the older wizard quickly. "What happened?"
"I...I do not know...but I'm fine, I'm fine." He stood up quickly, dislodging Dumbledore's hands on his shoulders. 'Great...' He thought. 'First impression given too his new boss: he's bloody nuts. Way to go Aragorn.'
"Perhaps you should rest. It is late and I have kept you up long enough. Come, let me show you too your room." Aragorn stumbled after the Headmaster, rubbing his temples with his free hand, other picking up his slightly battered suitcase and following. He mumbled a small 'good night' to the other wizard, not even bothering to undress after closing the door, striding instead to the bed and collapsing on it.
He had heard all of them, all of those whose trace he had been searching for two and a half life times; could they be alive, reincarnated just as he and Gimli had been? Were they out there somewhere? Why had he not found them? What of the immortal pieces of their party, Gandalf and Legolas? Still away in the Undying Lands, at peace? 'No.' His mind told him. That was not right. He had not heard Gandalf nor Legolas cry out, but those eyes he would ever recognize as belonging to the golden-haired Prince of Mirkwood.
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Silver Knight: That answer your question? Thanks for reviewing? ^^
Little Witch: Yay! My first reviewer!! ^___^ Let's just say lots...poor little elvsies...
Luntetuurewen: I'm glad that you are enjoying it! ^^
WeasleyTwinsLover1112: Eventually...^^ You will know when I do. O.o;; I'm making it up as I go along.
Hinomi: I updated soon!! ^__^ But it's shorter... o.o;;; I'm sorry! I'll try and do better.
Lady of the Rings: Wheeee! I'm so glad you like.
The One Hobbit: Everything will be explained in time...hopefully...o_o No, this will not be a Hermione/Legolas romance. They kind of freak me out. X_x;; In fact, I doubt there will be any romances whatsoever. Thanks for reviewing.