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CHAPTER 3: EXPLANATIONS

"You," Aragorn said, while walking through the Great Hall up to the staff table. He stopped, in-between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor table. "You are Gandalf the Grey's father-sister-son, are you not?" (A/N: Basically, cousin.)

Dumbledore relaxed slightly. "Yes, Lord Aragorn, I am."

Aragorn nodded slightly and looked around, particularly behind him. "Blast," he muttered slightly to himself.

Harry, Ron and Hermione heard it. "What is going on?" Hermione asked frantically.

"Harry, record that, Hermione just asked what was going on..." Ron mumbled to Harry, who grinned in return. Hermione scowled, and then turned her attention back to Aragorn.

Aragorn raised his voice from a small mutter to a loud command. "Halflings, come here now!" He demanded.

Harry watched curiously as four children walked—er, stumbled really—into the Hall. A loud wave of whispers swept throughout the students.

Harry looked them up and down. Each had a curly mane of hair, three of them blondish, and the fourth black. (A/N: Is it black or is it brown?) All were wearing what looked like clothes from an 18th century storybook. One of the most interesting things thought was their feet. They looked way too big for the body they were attached to, and they were very hairy.

"Ewww...what's up with their feet?" A 4th year Ravenclaw whispered loudly. The four children looked offended.

Everyone was still whispering, when Professor Dumbledore clapped his hands once, (the whole hall went immediately silent) and looked around till his eyes settled on the children.

"Why, what handsome hobbits," He commented. Two of the hobbits blushed.

Hobbits? What on Earth were hobbits? Harry thought.

Aragorn began making introductions. "Master Dumbledore, this is Samwise Gamgee," a rather chubby hobbit stepped forward and nodded in greeting, "Meriadoc Brandybuck" Another stepped forward, "Peregrin Took" A hobbit with a goofy grin stepped forward, "And Frodo Baggins." Aragorn finished darkly.

The final hobbit stepped forward. He seemed to be fittest of all the hobbits, and the only one with black hair. He nodded as well, but much more nervously. Then they all stepped back.

Dumbledore nodded, saying "Well, Lord Aragorn, Hobbits, you are most welcome. We will find you a place to stay immediately." He nodded to Filch, who took his watchful cat to begin hunting around the castle for rooms.

Aragorn said quickly, "I'm not sure we'll be able to stay. Well, maybe just today. Arwen and Legolas are here, I presume?"

"Yes, they are here."

Wait, the two elves from Care of Magical Creatures! Harry thought. They're HERE?

The students looked around confusingly. What on Earth was going on? Hobbits? Arwen? Legolas? Aragorn? WHAT? (You must remember that about a fifth of the students had Care of Magical Creatures yesterday, and only Harry's class was shown the elves.)

Dumbledore seemed to be in thought, his white-haired brow furrowed in concentration. One of the hobbits fidgeted uncontrollably. Another calmed him down.

Suddenly Dumbledore clapped his hands, as if asking the Great Hall to be silent. The whispers ceased.

"Students." Dumbledore began, "Because of some important business the teachers must see to, your classes today have been canceled! You have the day to do what you wish, as long as you do not do any rule breaking—"He eyed where Harry and Ron sat, "And do not venture off the grounds. Also, for third-years and up, a spontaneous trip to Hogsmeade has just been arranged. You may leave at the hour's past. Please finish your breakfast quickly and leave the Great Hall."

A cheer rose from the students, and they all ate quickly. The leftover food disappeared, but not a single student moved; they wanted to see what was going to happen.

Aragorn let out a sigh. "Did you not just hear your master's wishes? OUT! ALL OF YOU!"

Every single student was out of that hall before you could say "Quidditch".

Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were the last students to leave the Great Hall (the other students were already halfway down the corridor; they decided that it would just be better to not waste the day by trying to eavesdrop), were almost out of the door when Legolas stepped in front of them.

He shook his head to their unasked question. NO, you may not leave, his look said.

Dumbledore asked all the teachers to leave. They did, walking through a door near their table. He then walked down from the staff table, and stopped in front of Aragorn. He looked over Aragorn's shoulder to where the three students looked up at Legolas. Hermione looked annoyed; she had more important things to do, like promote S.P.E.W. and study in the Library—catch up on some homework. Ron looked confused and a little scared, but not nearly as much as he could have been. (Ron was just happy that Legolas was standing in front of him, and not some big hairy spider.) Harry looked deep in thought, something that was happening more and more often lately, particularly ever since Sirius died. Legolas looked like he was planning something out, but stopped suddenly when Dumbledore called out to him,

"Prince Legolas, please leave my students be. Ron, you may leave. Mister Potter and Miss Granger, please come here."

Ron left looking even more confused. Why did he have to leave? What was going on? He walked down the corridor and out of sight.

Legolas brushed past the two teenagers who were looking at each other nervously. He stopped, and turned around. "Come," he said, politely but firmly. They came.

The three walked to where the four hobbits, Aragorn, and Dumbledore stood waiting. Aragorn eyed Harry and Hermione up and down, and then turned to Dumbledore, who nodded.

Aragorn walked over to where Harry and Hermione stood. He held onto one of their arms each and pulled them into a kneeling position. He kneeled as well. Dumbledore, Merry, Frodo, Pippin, Sam, and Legolas stood listening.

"Listen to me," Aragorn said, looking both teenagers in the eyes. He was directly in front of them, kneeling, as were they. "I understand you have an evil wizard here. We have one in our world, as well, but he is known as a dark lord named Sauron. Now, Voldemort, as I believe he is called, has met Sauron. They have joined forces. Now, both our worlds must join together to destroy these two dark lords. Do you understand me so far?"

Harry and Hermione nodded without hesitation.

"Good." Aragorn said. "Now, we have come here to find the one man—er, young man, really, you are not a man yet—who can rid us of Voldemort. You are it, young Master Potter." Harry looked a little flabbergasted. "And we have also come here in search of a young maiden, and that we have found," his voice barely above a whisper. Everyone heard it. He looked at Hermione and smiled.

"But why?" She said standing up, and began pacing. "Why would you need me?" Legolas' eyes, along with Aragorn's and Frodo's, followed her back and forth as she paced. "Why would you need a young maiden, as you call it? Where do I fit into the story? I mean, I can understand why you want Harry, he's one of the only people that can destroy Voldemort." She had gotten used to saying his name and no longer stuttered. "But me? Where do I fit in? Why do you need me? Why and am I important?"

"You will find that out in good time, milady." Legolas replied. "You are important. We are all important in this. We are all in this together."

"And what about Ron?" Hermione continued, as if she hadn't even heard Legolas. Sure, he was handsome, but she felt ridiculous after yesterday when he ran a hand through her hair and she didn't move away or anything. She thought it was awkward of him to do so, but at the moment she hadn't minded. Now she did. Stupid hormones. He was too old for her anyway! "Why isn't Ron important? Why don't we need him?"

Aragorn stood up, stepping directly in front of Hermione. She looked up at him. "We do need Master Weasley, just not for the same reasons as we need you and Master Potter. He is important, don't you worry about him." He took one of her hands in his. Not in a romantic way, but more in a fatherly way, as if to comfort her. "We know that you're scared Hermione, though you're not willing to admit it. We all are scared as well. Even Legolas and myself are scared. That is why we must trust each other, and not question what we have been told. Understand?"

"Understood."

"Good." Aragorn released Hermione's hand and helped Harry up. "Now," he said, speaking to everyone. "Training must begin."

"What?" The little hobbit Merry asked.

Aragorn sighed, but the top of his mouth turned slightly upward. "You hobbits have today to rest, eat, drink, and be cheery. Enjoy it. It will be that last you receive for quite some time. Now, Master Potter—do you mind if I call you Harry? —Harry, you will be training with me. I will teach you how to wield a sword, archery, and how to ride a horse. Dumbledore, please worry about your other students, for these two are well protected."

Dumbledore nodded and left, the hobbits right behind him. They were heading straight for the kitchens. You could faintly hear Pippin saying, "Finally, our second breakfast..."

Aragorn then turned toward Hermione, who had not been told where she was to go. "Lady Granger—Hermione—you will be training with Legolas. He will teach you to wield a sword, archery and horseback riding. The same things as Harry."

Legolas gave a wicked grin. "I hope you like archery, milady."

A/N: I hoped you like it! Sorry it took so long to write, I have been working on other stories and I had a HUGE writers block. But now I'm back! PLEASE, IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE STORY, DON'T FLAME IT, OKAY? I'm doing the best I can for trying to keep so many people happy. I YOU DON'T LIKE IT, JUST DON'T REVIEW IT AT ALL. THIS WAS NOT MADE FOR ACCURACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, and sorry to all you Ron lovers out there, he is very important, just not right now! LOVE YA! REVIEW!