Harry and Legolas rode on a large white horse to their destination, a small tavern just outside of the Shire.
When they arrived there Legolas quickly and gracefully slid off of the horse and went to greet a man in the shadows.
Harry attempted to get off the horse as well, but he only managed to lose his balance and fall to the ground with a (THUMP) for the second time that day.
While trying to remain conscious, Harry saw the man Legolas talking to, who was upside down. Harry tilted his head.
Ah, much better.
The man was tall and had rough features. Despite his scruffy look, though, Harry still had the urge to bow down to him.
Must've been the fall.
Harry got up and wobbled over to Legolas and his companion.
"Hey, Legolas, is this the guy that was going to kick your--"
"Aragorn, meet Harry Potter," Legolas said briskly. Aragorn nodded at Harry and Harry awkwardly did the same back.
While Aragorn and Legolas further discussed Operation: Find Frodo, Harry stared, mesmerized at the elf's hair. It was a solid white-blond color that shimmered when the street lamp hit it a certain way. It was long and silky, cascading over Legolas's shoulders like a wave of--
"What?" Harry asked, noticing that Aragorn had said something to him.
"I said, how old are you where you come from?"
"Sixteen," Harry said dismissively. Aragorn nodded.
"That'll do. If anyone asks, you are a hobbit. Feel free to go by a name different than the one you carry now."
Harry tried to think of a good name for himself while the three walked into the tavern.
There was a fair amount of... people in the room, most of them drinking, smoking, and conversing with each other in slightly unfamiliar languages and accents. Harry followed Aragorn and Legolas over to a table where two men Frodo's size sat in chairs too large for them at a table too large for them drinking out of mugs far too large for them.
"This is Merry, and this is Pippin," Aragorn said, gesturing to the hobbits in turn and sitting down with them. Legolas follow suit, and Harry, sitting down himself, said, "Hi! I'm Draco Malfoy."
The hobbits stared back at Harry and Aragorn softly said, "Harry, you can trust these two. They are good friends of Frodo's and know of his Quest."
"In that case," Harry said, "my real name is Harry Potter. Draco Malfoy... doesn't matter."
They were slightly confused, but Merry and Pippin smiled back anyway.
Aragorn got up for a moment and came back with three mugs of beer, setting one in front of Harry.
Big mistake.
"Have you seen Frodo anywhere?" Legolas asked Merry and Pippin, setting his own mug aside. While the hobbits conversed with each other to come up with a valid answer, Aragorn raised a questioning eyebrow at Legolas.
"You're not going to drink anything?" he asked. Legolas shook his head.
"Not since that time in Lothlorien with Haldir." Legolas shivered at the memory.
Harry, on the other hand, was quite enjoying his ale. In fact, it was gone in a matter of minutes, and then he started to enjoy Legolas's, too.
"I'm afraid we haven't seen Frodo," Merry said. "Why are you looking for him, anyway? Is he in trouble?"
"No, no, nothing like that," Aragorn answered. "We just seem to have... misplaced him." Harry giggled loudly at that, earning stares from the others at the table.
"Are you... alright?" Legolas asked. Harry hiccupped and smiled goofily back at him.
"Has anyone ever told you that your hair is really, -really- pretty? Kind of like Fleeeuurrr's..." Harry spent the next minute entertaining himself by saying the Veela's name, dragging it out.
"Harry," Aragorn said slowly, "how much have you had to drink?"
Harry responded by letting his head hit the table, drifting into unconsciousness.
"I like him!" Pippin declared loudly.
When they arrived there Legolas quickly and gracefully slid off of the horse and went to greet a man in the shadows.
Harry attempted to get off the horse as well, but he only managed to lose his balance and fall to the ground with a (THUMP) for the second time that day.
While trying to remain conscious, Harry saw the man Legolas talking to, who was upside down. Harry tilted his head.
Ah, much better.
The man was tall and had rough features. Despite his scruffy look, though, Harry still had the urge to bow down to him.
Must've been the fall.
Harry got up and wobbled over to Legolas and his companion.
"Hey, Legolas, is this the guy that was going to kick your--"
"Aragorn, meet Harry Potter," Legolas said briskly. Aragorn nodded at Harry and Harry awkwardly did the same back.
While Aragorn and Legolas further discussed Operation: Find Frodo, Harry stared, mesmerized at the elf's hair. It was a solid white-blond color that shimmered when the street lamp hit it a certain way. It was long and silky, cascading over Legolas's shoulders like a wave of--
"What?" Harry asked, noticing that Aragorn had said something to him.
"I said, how old are you where you come from?"
"Sixteen," Harry said dismissively. Aragorn nodded.
"That'll do. If anyone asks, you are a hobbit. Feel free to go by a name different than the one you carry now."
Harry tried to think of a good name for himself while the three walked into the tavern.
There was a fair amount of... people in the room, most of them drinking, smoking, and conversing with each other in slightly unfamiliar languages and accents. Harry followed Aragorn and Legolas over to a table where two men Frodo's size sat in chairs too large for them at a table too large for them drinking out of mugs far too large for them.
"This is Merry, and this is Pippin," Aragorn said, gesturing to the hobbits in turn and sitting down with them. Legolas follow suit, and Harry, sitting down himself, said, "Hi! I'm Draco Malfoy."
The hobbits stared back at Harry and Aragorn softly said, "Harry, you can trust these two. They are good friends of Frodo's and know of his Quest."
"In that case," Harry said, "my real name is Harry Potter. Draco Malfoy... doesn't matter."
They were slightly confused, but Merry and Pippin smiled back anyway.
Aragorn got up for a moment and came back with three mugs of beer, setting one in front of Harry.
Big mistake.
"Have you seen Frodo anywhere?" Legolas asked Merry and Pippin, setting his own mug aside. While the hobbits conversed with each other to come up with a valid answer, Aragorn raised a questioning eyebrow at Legolas.
"You're not going to drink anything?" he asked. Legolas shook his head.
"Not since that time in Lothlorien with Haldir." Legolas shivered at the memory.
Harry, on the other hand, was quite enjoying his ale. In fact, it was gone in a matter of minutes, and then he started to enjoy Legolas's, too.
"I'm afraid we haven't seen Frodo," Merry said. "Why are you looking for him, anyway? Is he in trouble?"
"No, no, nothing like that," Aragorn answered. "We just seem to have... misplaced him." Harry giggled loudly at that, earning stares from the others at the table.
"Are you... alright?" Legolas asked. Harry hiccupped and smiled goofily back at him.
"Has anyone ever told you that your hair is really, -really- pretty? Kind of like Fleeeuurrr's..." Harry spent the next minute entertaining himself by saying the Veela's name, dragging it out.
"Harry," Aragorn said slowly, "how much have you had to drink?"
Harry responded by letting his head hit the table, drifting into unconsciousness.
"I like him!" Pippin declared loudly.