Once upon a time there was a little boy called Ronald Billius. That was his real name. But most people called him Ron, instead of that long, interesting name. His mom was murdered when he was only two years old, so his dad, Legolas Greenleaf -who happens to be the Prince of Mirkwood- had to raise Ron all alone. He did this with pain and patience, but with the greatest love nonetheless. The boy, Ron, was bullied his entire life, for his flaming red hair -since his dad was almost platinum blond, the rumor went that Legolas wasn't his real dad- and he was to be the future king of Mirkwood, something other children were jealous of, and teased him about. Once they noticed that nobody did something about it, they continued and it became worse. All together Ron's life sucked, he was very miserable the biggest part of his life.
It was a warm summer's day when Legolas approached his son. "Dearest son, I have great news for thee!"
Ron, whom was busy planting tulips outside in the beautiful green garden, dropped his little spade and turned his head. "What?", he asked his dad.
"I have received a letter of your godfather's brother, Albus Dumbledore. Remember him? We met him a few years ago on Arwen's birthday party."
"Oh, right, the freaky dude, Gandalf's brother." Ron said.
"Yes, he! He is headmaster at a school, Hogwarts I believe".
"Bloody hell! Hogwarts? What kind of loony name is that?" Ron bellowed.
"You know what I told you about using those words, Ronald. No use of-"
"Dirty and god forbidden words in this house, I know, I know father." Ron sighed and continued his planting.
Legolas looked at his son with worry in his eyes. It pained him to see his son so unhappy. That is why he was so delighted to have received an invitation for Ron to join Hogwarts. It would be a new beginning for Ron, he could make new friends and no one would know of his royal origins.
"Anyways," Legolas said, "Dumbledore has sent you an invitation, he would like to see you attending his school. He thinks, and I agree with him, that it would be a perfect way to start over, to make friends and you will not be bullied again".
"They don't bully me," Ron mumbled, turning red. He was always embarrassed to talk about this, he thought it was his own fault, that he was too weak. "It's just our way of communication".
"Oh, try not to fool me, Ronald. You know I know, and I would like to see things different. I want you to go to Hogwarts, starting this year".
Ron didn't know what to say. He wanted the bullying to stop as much as his father wanted it, but he didn't know if attending a new school would solve it. There were kids there as well, why wouldn't they bully him? "I.. I don't know dad".
Legolas sighed, and put his hand on Ron's shoulder, trying to get his full attention. "Son, I as your father knows what's best for you. I ask of you to go to the school. It is famous for having the best teachers and their way of teaching the students. Many who have gradulated there are now on top of social society. Where you will be when you are older".
Ron looked his father in the eyes, but quickly turned his head away, again embarrassed. Being the grandson of a King was not something to accept easily, especially when you've never even set a foot in the King's country. (Legolas and his wife moved away when they got married).
"You could always go back in the first holiday to come. But please, just try it. It is the best for you" said Legolas.
Ron stood up, dropped his spade and walked away, leaving "I'll think about it" as an answer for his father.
Legolas watched his son walking to their mansion, and sighed, hoping Ron would agree with him. It is the best way. Then his eyes catched the glittering of the spade laying on the ground, and the Prince of Mirkwood finished his son's job.