A/N: Yeah! Another one!

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LalaithoftheBruinen: OMG! I'm so sorry! I had no idea that Aragorn was so out of character, thanks for telling me, I'll try to make him nicer.

Nashi-Luthien: I tried to go to that site, and my meanie computer wouldn't let me!! But, by someway, I WILL get there! Thanks for reviewing!

Anaclaime: Thank you! I thought the way I related them was kinda stupid, but you have changed my opinion! Love ya!

LotR-PotC-HP-Firefly-Nmbr1fan: Whoa! That is quite a name! Cool though, I like the same movies. A Legolas/Hermione/Harry love triangle, eh? Hmm...I'll see what I can do... :P

BY THE WAY, I'M GOING TO TRY TO MAKE LEGOLAS AND ARAGORN A LOT NICER

CHAPTER 4: TRAINING

The four hobbits were whispering amongst themselves while Dumbledore was showing them the way to the kitchens. He had just barely left them in front of the picture of the fruits when two Gryffindor boys stumbled into them on accident.

"OY! Dean, look! Those—er, what did Dumbledore call them? Oh yeah, hobbits—they're here!"

Seamus and Dean, both in the same year as Harry, walked over to the hobbits.

"Hello. Is this where we can get food?" The hobbit called Sam asked.

"Yep! Just follow us." Dean replied.

"Do—Do you think they'll have mushrooms?" Pippin asked.

"Mushrooms? Oh boy, you guys have a lot to learn..." And with that, Seamus and Dean led the hobbits into the kitchens.

"Harry, please, just a little slower—"

"I can't go any bloody slower! Blame the horse!"

Aragorn let out a chuckle, watching his young, newly made friend ride a particularly rowdy horse.

"Alright, Bremen," Aragorn said to the horse, "that is enough. Let poor Harry down." The horse obeyed immediately. Harry slid off with a thump.

"Harry, that was actually very good! I'm proud that you have come this far in such a short amount of time."

Harry let out a grunt showing his appreciation. He was still a little bitter about that horse that Aragorn had decided to put him on.

Aragorn helped Harry up, and they walked together, talking of training that day. They had already done sword fighting and a little horseback riding, and now they would move on to archery. Aragorn picked up a bow and one arrow, and started to explain kindly to Harry about archery. When Harry was confused, Aragorn was patient and clarified the subject at hand over and over until Harry understood.

Meanwhile, the sun was setting and Hermione Granger was not very happy.

She was dressed in muggle clothing, with her hair up in a tight bun (much like McGonagall's.) She and Legolas had already covered horseback riding and much of the sword fighting skills needed, and were now on archery.

She was hexing the bow and arrow with her wand, trying to make it work to her approval, hoping that the arrow would shoot itself from the bow without her having to do anything.

Needless to say, it didn't work.

In fact, it sent the arrow shooting straight at her head.

Legolas, who was teaching her archery (and very much amused at what Hermione was doing with the hexing), grabbed her waist and pushed her to the ground. The arrow flew straight for sometime, and then went soaring upwards into the ozone layer.

"Ugh...Legolas, I was handling it!" Hermione said a little crossly.

"Of course milady," Legolas said, while giving her a strong hand to help her up.

"And it was going to work—"

"Yes, milady—"

"It would've gone far, and it would've hit the target—"

"Fair enough, milady—"

"I just have to find the right spell—"

"Yes, milady—"

"And I'm going to do it again—"

"NO, milady!"

Hermione, who was now firmly on her feet, asked stupidly (a rare thing for her) "Why not?"

"Sorry, milady, but NO more spells. They are too dangerous, and I don't want you getting hurt. Or me, for that matter." Legolas finished off, as if that settled the matter.

"Oh, alright. Well, will you help me then? With the shooting, and such?"

"Of course, milady." Legolas spoke quietly. He still called Hermione "milady", even though he had spent the entire day with her. Things were a little tense between them...and not because they were angry at one another.

Hermione was clumsily holding the bow in her left hand and the arrow in her right, trying to point the arrow towards the target. She sighed, upset that she could no longer use spells and would have to learn how to shoot the old-fashioned way. Not very pleasing to a clever teenage witch.

Legolas walked over to her, and put his right hand on top of her own, also placing his left on hers. This made it so that he could steady her hands, which would steady the bow and arrow. There bodies were now in the same position, except one was somewhat on top of the other's (and only mere inches apart).

Since Hermione only reached Legolas' chin, he had to bend down a little to whisper in her ear,

"Now, I want you imagine that that target in front of you is something vicious, vile, wicked—anything. Anything that you hate."

Hermione's hands were still trembling slightly, so Legolas tightened his grip on her hands, lifting his own—which forced hers to lift as well—and pointed it at the target 30 feet in front of them. "Something you hate." Legolas repeated softly in Hermione's ear.

Her spine tingled. What was he doing, being this close to her? But it felt rather good...wait, was she allowed to think that? After all, she was only sixteen, and from what Hagrid had told her, Legolas was nearly three thousand years old—it wouldn't work. And he probably wasn't even interested in her! So what was she worrying about? He was just trying to help her in archery. That was it. But part of her hoped that that wasn't just it. Part of her felt something towards Legolas...even though he was an elf, over two thousand years older, and even though she barely knew him. Those feelings she had just wouldn't go away, even though her practical side was screaming at them to leave.

"Something you hate," The whisper came gently once more. Something she hated? Hmmm.... that was easy....a zero on a test. But perhaps something else...something more practical.... ah, yes, of course.... Draco Malfoy!

The target changed form in Hermione's eyes from the original shape to Draco's head. There, perhaps straight between the eyes...

Hermione nodded, showing Legolas that she was ready. His right hand and her right hand released the arrow. It hit the target perfectly without fail.

Aragorn and Harry were walking again, after discussing archery several times. They had decided to do the actual shooting tomorrow, and just talk about the basics that day. Now they were walking towards the lakeshore, where they knew Hermione and Legolas were training.

"You know, I saw the look you gave the young maiden Hermione," Aragorn said.

Harry turned his head sharply towards Aragorn. "What look?" He asked cautiously.

"When she left with Legolas, you gave her a look you rarely see friends give one another. I sense you want to be more than friends with the young maiden?"

"Perhaps." Harry replied distantly.

"Perhaps." Aragorn repeated to end the matter.

"That was excellent, milady!" Legolas praised happily. He had now released his grip on Hermione, and was clapping his hands in approval of her perfect hit.

Hermione was half-disappointed that he let go, but half-relieved to have the tension gone. She was now done shouting for joy, and had calmed down. Her body was faced towards the sun setting, her eyes closed and a look of serenity on her pretty face.

Legolas was watching her. She seemed so innocent, so young, so pure. Everything he missed, everything he wanted...but he couldn't. He wouldn't. Aragorn—not to mention everyone else—would be furious.

He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, standing behind her, also facing the sunset. "Well done, milady," He whispered. "I am proud of you."

"Thank you," was the quiet reply. Her eyes were still closed.

"Tell me, milady, have you ever been kissed?"

Hermione opened her eyes and turned her head around to face Legolas, a confused and surprised look on her face to the odd question. (Legolas did not remove his hands from her shoulders, just stared back.) She relaxed and turned her head around once more, closing her eyes for the second time. "No."

Legolas removed his hands, taking her own and turning her around to face him. Her eyes were now wide open. He leaned in close to her ear and said,

"Lle naa vanima." He pulled back up to his previous position.

Wait! He had said that same thing to her yesterday during care of magical creatures! She stood on her toes to whisper in his pointed ear, "What does that mean?" She stood on her feet again, awaiting an answer.

"You are beautiful." He translated in a soft whisper as he leaned his face towards her, and gently kissed her mouth.

Hermione had never felt anything like this....it was amazing, terrifying...WHY WAS SHE LETTING HIM DO IT? She was afraid to answer.

Legolas slowly raised one of his hands to her cheek to cup her face, and pulled her towards him even more. He was still kissing her slowly, but keeping it at a chaste kiss. She was still young, after all. It was a moment that they were both enjoying.

It was too bad that at that exact moment, Harry and Aragorn reached the lakeshore, and definitely did NOT find Legolas and Hermione practicing archery.

Yes, it was just too bad.

A/N: PLEASE, NO FLAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW THAT THE KISS WAS A BIT SUDDEN, AND WOULD PROBABLY NEVER HAPPEN, BUT DON'T FLAME ME BECAUSE OF IT! I ALREADY KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, I left that Harry/Legolas/Hermione love triangle thing in the air; so if you guys like it, I'll continue with it, but if you don't, I'll just change it.

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