Chapter 5

To say that we were shocked was an understatement. One minute we weren't able to understand what they were saying but now we could. Our eyes widened.

"How…," I said nervously.

The elder one with the long white beard and hair smiled with a twinkle in his eyes. "A very simple spell," he said, "One quite useful in situations like this, saves a lot of trouble."

All Legolas and I could do was nod in amazement. Legolas already had an idea of what the elder was planning to do, it was still a surprise for him.

A moment later I took a look at our surroundings, curiosity clearly written on my face.

"Where are we," I asked.

"Why, you're in the infirmary of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," said the elder, spreading his arms wide about him.

"Hogwarts," I said, confused.

"The finest magical school in the world," said the elder.

Legolas and I shared a look and turned our attention back to him. We hadn't heard of anything of the like before.

"I'm sorry," I said, "but we don't know what you're talking about."

"You mean to say you haven't heard of Hogwarts," spoke the elder, surprise clear on his face.

"No," I said, shaking my head. There was a hint of apology in my voice. I didn't want to seem like I was being rude.

A thoughtful expression came upon the elders face. "Hmm, interesting very interesting," said the elder, stroking his beard.

There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence after this.

"Pardon us for asking," spoke Legolas, "but who exactly are you?"

"Oh where are my manners? I should've introduced myself," said the elder. He gave us a slight bow. "I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. These are some of my professors." He moved to the side to give us a better look at what was behind him.

Legolas and I looked at the other people in the room. The two of us had been so occupied with Dumbledore that I hadn't realized there were other people in the room. It was the same with Legolas. He already knew they were there, but had completely forgotten about their presence.

There were about six of them standing a few feet away.

"This is Minerva McGonagall. She is Deputy Headmistress and Professor of Transfiguration," said Dumbledore.

She was a tall, black haired woman wearing some emerald-green robes. She had a very stern face and she looked like someone not to be messed with. Legolas and I returned the smile she gave us.

"Severus Snape, Hogwarts Potion Professor," said Dumbledore. He gestured toward a young man with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. He gave us a small node.

"Pomona Sprout, Hogwarts Herbology Professor," said Dumbledore, pointing to a dumpy little woman. She gave us a cheerful wave.

"Filius Flitwick, Hogwarts Charms Professor," said Dumbledore, pointing to tiny little man who was standing on a chair next to the dumpy woman. I could see why he had to stand on it. He was so small that he would probably only reach my knee. He gave us a wave and a small smile.

"And this is Madam Pomfrey. She is the head healer here at Hogwarts and the one who healed you," said Dumbledore. A young woman wearing some kind of healers garb was standing close behind Dumbledoor.

Hearing what Dumbledore said I looked down at my side where the wound once resided. It was completely healed with not evena scare.

I gave Madame Pomfrey a grateful smile. "Thank you," I said. She smiled in reply.

"This is Rubeus Hagrid. He is the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts along with being our Professor of Care of Magical Creatures," said Dumbledore.

This was the one that really drew our attention. He was a giant of a man, standing behind everyone else. His face was nearly hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard. The only thing I was able to make out was his eyes. They were glinting under all that hair. He was smiling at us and we couldn't help but to smile back.

"A pleasure to meet you all," I said, softly. "I am Saphira, princess of Rivendell and daughter of Lord Elrond."

"And I am Legolas Greenleaf," said Legolas, giving a slight bow, "prince of the Woodland Realm of Northern Mirkwood and son of King Thranduil."

This shocked every single one of the occupants in the infirmary. Whatever they were expecting to hear from us it certainly wasn't that.

Soon the looks of shock quickly left some of their faces and were met with disbelief.

The one called Severus Snape sneered at the two of us. "That has to be a lie," he sneered.

Legolas gave Snape a calculating look. He said "I can assure you we are and we can prove it."

Legolas moved back a little and went under the bed. I soon figured out that our belongings were under there for he pulled out our packs. He dug inside of them and pulled out what he was looking for. He pulled out both of our circlets. His was silver while mine was pure gold.

"I can assure you," I said, looking at Snape, "we are royalty."

Snape didn't have anything to say to that. The sight of the circlets seemed to make him and some of the others speechless.

Dumbledore aimed a bow our way. "Our apologies," he said. "Might you tell us where you're from."

"Both of us are from Middle Earth," I said. "As we told you before I am of Rivendell while Legolas is of the Woodland Realm."

"Forgive us, but none of us are familiar with either of those places," spoke McGonagall.

"That's impossible," said Legolas, brow furrowed. "There isn't anyone that hasn't heard of Middle Earth."

"Perhaps we can sort this all out if you tell us how you two actually came to be here," suggested Dumbledore.

Legolas and I shared a look between each other and switched to Elvish.

"Do you think we can trust them," asked Legolas.

I nodded, saying "They seem nice enough and they don't mean us any harm. Just look at what they did to me." I was referring to the healed wound that was once in my side, saving my life.

"We can give them our trust," I said, softly.

Legolas nodded, saying "As you wish." The two of us turned our attention back to the others there.

"Instead of telling you," I said, reverting back to this new language, "how about we show you?"

This got curious looks out of the Headmaster, his Healer, and Professors.

"And how exactly are you going to do that," said Snape, eyes narrowed.

"In order to show you I need a basin of water," I said. "Without it I cannot do so."

Madam Pomfrey left the group. A minute later she returned with a basin of water.

"Put it here," I said, gesturing to the bedside table. Madame Pomfrey did so and stepped away to joined the others.

Waving my hand over the water I spoke the spell necessary for what was required. As soon as the words were spoken something began to happen within the water. At first it shimmered, but then it slowly rose out of the basin. It rose a few feet and created a large sphere in the air.

Images started to appear. At first they were blurry, but then they cleared out.

"This is what happened to us," said Legolas.

The image in the sphere took the form of the fight we were in before we had been separated from the Fellowship.

"Keep firing," shouted Aragorn. The images showed Legolas, Aragorn, and I firing bolt after bolt of our arrows right at the orcs while our companions were jumping over that large gap in the steps.

"What are those things," said Sprout, looking at the orcs in disgust.

"Orcs," said Legolas, "monsters of the shadows."

Right then an orc shot his bolt and landed directly in my side.

Everyone, besides Legolas and myself, gasped when they saw this as I had let out a yelp of pain. They heard Legolas call my name, rushing over and asking if I was all right. They saw me nod and yank the arrow out of my body.

"Was that wise," asked Madame Pomfrey, a concerned look on her face.

"I didn't really have a choice," I said. "My friends were in danger I had to act quickly before someone else was hit. Besides, if I hadn't done so the poison would've just spread through me faster and I probably might be dead right now."

Madame Pomfrey didn't really have anything to say to that.

At this point Aragorn and Frodo had made it across the gap in the steps and we were all running the rest of the way down the steps. No sooner than we had reached the bottom of them that they collapsed right behind us. The Fellowship had gotten out of there just in time.

It was only a short run until we had reached the Bridge of Khaza-dum.

"What is that place," asked McGonagall.

"The Mines of Moria," I said. "The Great Dwarf City."

My friends and I had just reached the bridge when the creature we were running from came at us from the shadows.

The Balrog leaped out of the shadows, letting out a roar and stopping us in our tracks.

"What kind of creature is that," said Hagrid. The others had frightened looks on their faces, never seeing such a creature before in their lives.

"A Balrog," said Legolas, "a demon of the ancient world, one created from stone and fire."

Gandalf ordered us to run and we all fled for the bridge with the demon right on our tail. Many of the Fellowship had already made it across the bridge with Legolas, Gandalf, and I being the only ones left.

As Gandalf was about to step onto the bridge the Balrog had finally reached us. Gandalf turned to face the demon and spotting what was happening I had turned back to help him.

Legolas noticed what I was doing and stopped his run across the, calling out to me in fear. He wasn't the only one. Frodo called out to Gandalf and I, stopping everyone else in their tracks. Frodo tried to come to us but Boromir had a tight grip on him.

"I will not let you pass," Gandalf shouted to the Balrog. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, Wielder of the flame of Anor! The dark fire shall not avail you, flame of Undun!"

"And I am Saphira, princess of Rivendell! You will not get past me," I had challenged, my magic gathering around me.

The Balrog had roared, surging toward us and bring out its sword. Gandalf said a spell that repelled the demons attack. I used my magic to bring large vines out of the ground. I had them wrap around the demon, trying to contain it.

"Is that what I think it is," said McGonagall, looking to Dumbledore along with the other Professors. They all had the same look of astonishment on their faces.

Dumbledore nodded, his eyes fixed on what was happening in the water. "Wandless and elemental," he whispered. No one had been able to use this type of magic in years in the wizarding world.

My vines had snapped and the Balrog was continuing his advancement on us.

To protect us, Gandalf aimed his staff towards the creature. Saying a spell, energy shot out of the staff and hit the creature. The Balrog roared in pain, swinging around with its tail going everywhere.

Gandalf had managed to move out of the way, but it got me before I was able to move. Screaming I fell off of the bridge. Legolas had leaped forward and told hold of my wrist before I had fallen too far. A few seconds later the section of the bridge he was standing on gave out on him and he fell along with me.

"Gandalf," I had screamed. Gandalf had seen us falling. Ducking another attack from the Balrog he pointed his staff at the creature and shot a large beam of light straight into its eyes. With the creature distracted Gandalf turned to help us.

Gandalf pointed his staff and shouted out an incantation, sending a huge bolt of energy our way. It landed beneath the two of us and we fell right through with the gateway closing right behind us.

With that the images in the water disappeared. Using my magic I lowered the water back into the basin.

"That is all we remember," I said. "The next thing we knew was being transported here."

McGonagall walked over to Dumbledore and placed a hand on his arm. "What do you think, Albus," she asked.

Dumbledore was stroking his beard in deep thought. "If my thoughts are correct," he said, "the spell your friend spoke must've transported you from your world and into ours. It's the only explanation I can think of."

"Wait a moment," said Legolas. "You mean to say that Saphira and I are no longer in our own world?"

"That is correct," said Dumbledore, nodding.

"That's impossible," said Legolas. "Nothing like this has ever been done before."

"And yet we are here," I said, placing my hand on his arm. "Whether we like it or not it has happened to us."

Legolas took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He turned his attention back to Dumbledore. "Is there any way for us to return back to our friends? We were in the middle of an important mission and they need our help."

"I'm afraid nothing like this has ever happened before," said Dumbledore. "There may be nothing in our history that may be able to help you, but we will try and find a way to get you back home."

"Thank you," I said, "that's all we can ask."

"Until a solution is found you can stay here as long as you like. I have to say that you'd prefer it here than you would outside of the grounds. By what you have shown us, your world is far different than ours," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling.

"We accept your hospitality," I said, bowling slightly, Legolas following my example, "Thank you."

"Our pleasure," said Dumbledore. "Until accommodation's can be made for you you'll have to spend the night here. Madame Pomfrey will make sure you are comfortable. Tomorrow we will inform the students and the rest of the staff of your arrival."

Dumbledore turned to his Professors. "Come," he said, "let's allow our guests to have some rest. It will be a busy day tomorrow." They all nodded and headed out of the infirmary.

"I hope you will enjoy your stay here," said Dumbledore. He then followed his Professors out and the doors closed behind him.

Madam Pomfrey came over to the two of us. "Before you retire would you care for something to eat," she asked.

Legolas and I shook our heads, no. After all that happened at this point we were just tired and wanted to rest.

"We appreciate the suggestion," said Legolas, "but we'd rather sleep."

Madame Pomfrey frowned, but she let it be for now. She walked away and went into her quarters on the other side of the infirmary.

Legolas took off his boots and took over a bed next to mine.

Before either of us could fall asleep I called to him. "Legolas," I said.

"Yes, Saphira," said Legolas.

"Do you think we'll ever get home," I asked, worry in my eyes.

Seeing the worry in my eyes, Legolas gave me a reassuring smile. He said "Don't worry, Saphira. We'll find a way. Now go to sleep. Something tells me we'll need our rest."

I smiled and closed my eyes. I fell asleep immediately, dreaming of our friends and where they were now, and wondering if they were all right.

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