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Chapter 4-Alliances!

Author's note:Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out but RL got in the way. Inhaling paint fumes, exam results and going way decided to muck up my life.
Elvish
"English"

"Well? What does it represent?" demanded Professor Snape loudly over the clapping that had sprung up after the fight.
Remus turned away from the doors, to look at the teachers, and into the rest of the hall, everyone was waiting in anticipation to find out what the mysterious runes meant.
"Speak, Friend, and Enter"
The doors to the Great Hall burst open, slamming back into the walls with a huge force. Three figures stood in the doorway.
Heads swerved and jaws dropped as the owner of the voice drew further into the Hall.
"Silly password … will talk about that …" muttered the first of the three.


The one who had pushed the doors open and spoken pulled there hood off to show a male appearing around the age of 30, with dark shoulder length hair hanging around his face. He was tall, athletic looking yet scruffy with and untrimmed beard and grey-blue eyes looking around the hall searching for any threats that may occur. He was also bristling in weapons. Forming an X across his back, with their hilts poking up above his shoulders, two long knives could be seen. A large longsword was strapped to his waist, and numerous daggers could be seen around his waist as well as strapped to the inside of his gauntlets and even hilts could be seen poking up out of the tops of his boots. All in all, he looked like a walking armoury.

The second looked like a child by size but was wearing armour and had a red bushy beard tucked into his belt. He had an axe in his hands leaning slightly upon it. There were smaller axes on his back. A Dwarf had come to Hogwarts.

The last was slightly shorter than the first but kept their face half hidden. A bow, almost as tall as he was, was strapped to his shoulder. A quiver of arrows sat on his back, and the hilts of twin daggers could be seen poking out the top of it. His face, the epitome of masculine beauty, and countenance did not betray emotion, but his eyes spoke otherwise. They were the type of orbs that could pierce your soul, never-ending shades of grey and blue. His skin glowed with a pale, ethereal light. His well-defined and elegant features were framed by flowing strands of golden hair. He slender yet gave off an appearance of great strength.

Remus stood up, with his wand out ready to fire a curse "What business do an Elf, Man, and a Dwarf have in common? Speak quickly."

"Simple." replied the man smiling. "Hunting Orcs"

Remus moved from the table and met the three in the middle of the hall.

"We apologise for being late but here was an annoying group that wished to delay us. Mae govannen" Strider reaches out and hugs Remus "It's good to see you Moony. It has been awhile has it not?"

"Good to see you too Strider. Mae govannen Greenleaf, Shorty" a nod to the other two.

"We bring word from the White Council." Strider expressed swiftly striding to the teachers table "Professor Dumbledore, an alliance once existed between people. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honour that allegiance." offering a scroll to the headmaster bowing slightly.

Professor McGonagall tries to look over Professor Dumbledore's shoulder to read the parchment "This is not written in any language I know. Albus, how can you read it?"

"The language is in High Elvish, Tengware or Quenya in your language. Mithrandir must have charmed it to be read only by Albus Dumbledore to whom it is addressed."

"Elvish! Elves don't have a language" a Slytherin sneered.

"I beg to differ, Master Goyle" Strider answered while still facing Dumbledore. "There are many things in this world that you don't know," slowly turning towards the Slytherin. "Do you believe that humans are the only ones who can speak or write? The only ones who have a 'proper' society? The only ones who can do magic?"

The Syltherin table sat speechless. Well actually the whole hall was.

"That was one wicked battle!" exclaimed a Gryffindor breaking the silence that had hung over the hall.
"Ha ha ha. Battle? You think that was a battle?" laughed the Dwarf pointing outside. "Dear child that was not a battle. Not even close, maybe, a skirmish, but not a battle. A battle would be where hmm … let's see… ah yes… say 10000 Orc's against 300 men, one dwarf and one elf. That is a battle and we lasted the night. Not 200 shoddily organised, inadequately trained idiots against four fully trained tested warriors."

"175 actually, and three Death Eaters."

At this point another cloaked person, dressed like Strider with weapons every where as well as a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder, emerged from the doorway with a bow, Everything has been cleared away. The camp has been set. "Also the Hobbits are coming Sir!" in english
"Corintur, what have I said about being called 'Sir'?" strider inquired.
"Umm, not to Sir!"
"Corintur!" with a glare.
"Sorry?" with a smile.
"Harrumph"

"What are hobbits?" posed a Ravenclaw.
"We are hobbits" Pippin asserted. Standing in the doorway were on first glance, four very small children. "Halflings? Shire-folk? Hobbits???"

There is no reaction from the hall apart from Strider, Greenleaf, Shorty, Moony and Corintur who were smiling and looking very interested in each other or the floor as they know what the hobbits are like when no-one knows who they are.

On a second look the 'hobbits' were not wearing any shoes. If truth be told they had the most hairy feet imaginable.

"Merry?" sighed Pippin.
"Yes Pip"
"Why does it feel like we always have to explain who we are and we are always stuck with the problem? It's not fair. We never question the big folk. Like who they are and what they are."
"I don't have an answer Pip."
"It's always them – Men, Elves, Orcs and even trees … when will it end?" spoke up Sam
"I don't think it will" Frodo responded.

"Three death eaters? I only remember two." uttered Greenleaf.
"The third got away. They are still out there. I can sense him. I don't think he will go to his master yet. We may have time to find him." Spoke Corintur "Why did you not immobilise them instead of killing them?"
"They were about to send the killing curse to you and Strider. We acted and they died. I am sorry"

"Is there anywhere we can continue our conversation in private, Professor Dumbledore?" Strider asked.
"Yes. Please, follow me." Dumbledore said.
"Hannon le." responded the Strider, as he moved to follow the headmaster from the great hall, with the dwarf and Greenleaf. McGonagall, Snape and Flitwick followed along behind.
"Corintur - stay with the hobbits. Someone has to keep them out of trouble."
"Yes Sir!"
A growl and a glare from Strider was the only response.
"Help your self to some dinner there is more than can be eaten by us" replied Dumbledore.

"Merry?"
"What Pippin"
"I'm Hungry"
"You're always hungry Pip" Corintur stated. Then speaking in Elvish Corintur called upon a House Elf. The House Elf bowed deeply and called Corintur a Prince. Corintur asked "Can I get some mushrooms for my friends if it is not too much trouble?"
"Not too much trouble he asks. Trouble! Ah! It would be a delight Master prince"
"Hannon le"
The House Elf dissapears and the mushrooms appeared in front of the hobbits. Before Pippin could get a mushroom, Corintur holds him be the shoulder "remember your manners".
"I will" Pippin replied meekly.

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