^_^ Yay! Three reviews! Overnight!(Literally)
mIsSyBiRd12- Thank you! I hope this next chapter lives up to expectations!
goddess-sovereignty- I totally have to agree with you on that! However, I have to add Aragorn to the list. And éomer as well, or else my friend will kill me(Rabid éomer Fan..), lol! Thank you for the review! And no, you haven't said too much. I like long reviews!! ^_^
Mary Sue Hunter- Thank you for the review, and all your extra comments. I understand that the HP chars are slightly out of character if you looked at them directly off the books, however I neglected to mention that they are in their 7th year at Hogwarts. People change, as is dictated by the forces of nature. Their changes in personality will be explained, if you choose to read on. And as for the book-portkey thing, that, too, will be explained. I understand where you are coming from, the Lord of the Rings plot is not going to change. And as for the language barrier: This is fanfiction, and I'm not afraid of breaking away from absolute canon! I seriously considered following exact canon on this matter for a while, but decided against it. I know from personal experience how hard language barriers can be, and I couldn't write that realistically. Thank you again for the critique!
Now, for everyone else, in case you don't read the review response for anyone but yourself(guilty on all counts!) A few important points were mentioned. I neglected to inform you as a reader that this is set in their Seventh year, about two months into the year. The plot of Lord of the Rings will not be affected, I assure you, unless your are a stingy Tolkeinite who allows no fun to be had with JRR Tolkien's awesome work of literature. ^_^ Thank you all for reading, please drop a review in the box on your way out! ^_^
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"Wake up, Mudblood!" I heard a voice sneer. I quickly judged the direction it was coming from and aimed a weak slap over there. "I'm over here, Granger." The voice was somewhere different. Strange, I hadn't heard anyone move. "Over here now!"
"Sir, I do not think you should toy with an injured lady's mind." A voice snapped.
"Shut up, I do this all the time." The sneering voice.
"Wake her up or torture her?" A gentle voice, torn between horror and amusement.
"The second one." oh how I hated that sneering tone....
The voice had stopped changing direction. I gathered my strength and brought my hand up to smack the person. My hand, however, was stopped by another grabbing my wrist.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should rest, Granger."
"How can I?" I managed to mutter. I could barely muster the strength to speak, much less open my eyes.
"Lady Granger, are you alright?" The first voice, after the sneering one.
"I'm fine. Where am I?" For I had realized that instead of the ground I expected after running yesterday's events through my head, I was in one of the softest and warmest beds I'd ever had the pleasure of sleeping in. I managed to sit up without terrible strain, still working to open my eyes.
I finally opened them a crack to find I was in an underground room. The walls were whitewashed, and a mural was painted on one side, a beautiful image of a great forest, but with houses among the tops of the trees. Or it looked like that at least. I opened my eyes further. It was a beautiful image to behold.
"You are in my Palace, Lady Granger." The gentle voice. His palace? Sifting through my memories from last night I dredged up an image and put the voice to it. It matched.
Slowly I turned around. Behind me I saw the four men from last night plus Malfoy. I immediately matched Malfoy to the sneering voice, and the voice of the one who asked if I was okay matched the only other Human in the room.
"Who are you all?" I asked. I thought I knew two. Legolas Greenleaf, and I thought the man was Aragorn.
"I am Prince Legolas Greenleaf. My companions are King Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Elladen and Elrohir, King Aragorn's foster brothers." Right on two counts. "We are not, however, fully informed as to who you are, and what you are doing in Mirkwood forest."
Time to be diplomatic. Malfoy looked ready to tell him off, And I did not want to be kicked out.
"Prince Legolas, King Aragorn, Lord Elladen and Lord Elrohir, It is a honor to be in your presence. I am Hermione Granger, Daughter of Stephen Granger, and this is Draco, Son of Lucius Malfoy. I do not know how we ended up in your forest, but I believe Malfoy does." At this point everyone looked at him.
"Draco, son of Lucius Malfoy? The Lady said you hailed from Hogwarts, and yet none of us present have ever heard of such a place. Pray tell where is it?" Legolas asked, glancing again toward his companions.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, of course. The finest school in England for magic." Draco answered, superiority leaking into his voice. Elladen and Elrohir looked at each other, as did Aragorn and Legolas.
"Wizardry?" Aragorn finally asked, after a quite uncomfortable silence.
"Of course! My family is only the oldest line of Wizards, and only of the purest blood. Why wouldn't I be a Wizard?"
"Malfoy! Shut up a moment, will you? Stop bragging for a split second and realize out situation!" Malfoy paused a moment in his rant to look at me.
"You can ignore her, gentlemen. She is only a filthy Mudblood." Malfoy turned back to the three elves and a man, who looked shocked.
"Why do you speak ill of the Lady? What has she done to wrong you?" Elrohir questioned, speaking out for the first time. Malfoy looked at her.
"The Mudblood dares to come to the finest magic school in England, and you ask me what she has done to me?" Malfoy snapped. He shoved me back into the bed, which didn't hurt, but seemed to irritate our host. Draco was using the same tone he used with Harry and Ron just before they got into a fist fight or a wizards duel or whatever was the choice of the day. That tone of superiority. It was sure to vex anyone. Especially a Prince.
"I'm not sure about where you come from, but here we do not speak ill on women, not do we harm them. We also do not lie. A child such as yourself could never be a wizard!" Legolas stood, he was little taller than Malfoy. His eyes flashed as he called for some of the guards.
"Guards, kindly take this-gentleman-" He spat the word out, "to the dungeons."
Malfoy stood, stunned.
"I beg your pardon! You do NOT send Malfoy's to prison like some common Muggle! How dare you!" Malfoy struggled, screaming and a decidedly un- aristocratic way at the guards.
"I apologize, Lady Hermione. We did not realize that he was unstable." Legolas turned, offering a hand to help me sit up again. This time, I took the hand gratefully.
"He isn't unstable. Just set in his ways." I said. "But he wasn't lying. About being a Wizard. Where we come from, they are quite common. See?" I reached over and grabbed my bag off the nightstand and withdrew my wand. I held it up for them to see. "I can cast spell with this." I pointed the wand at a goblet of water on the bedside table.
"Wingardium leviosa!" As I said the words the goblet shot into the air and shattered against the ceiling, showering us with water. "Oh! Oh Merlin, I did not mean to do that! I only ment to raise it a foot or so, oh I am so sorry!" I began apologizing.
"Please, Lady, calm down! It is just a water goblet!" Legolas tried to relax me, but I was quite hysterical.
"No! It isn't just that! I could never do that normally! It just shot off the table like a bullet! Maybe...." I began formulating ideas in my head, "Maybe there is so much magic in the air that my own magic is amplified! Oh, I do wonder if I could do wandless magic?" I suddenly stopped, and realized that the others in the room were staring at me. "Oh I do apologize!" I said again.
"It is quite alright, but I must inquire as to how a young human, a mere child even, can preform magic! Even so advanced as levitation!" Legolas stepped forward. "May I see your staff? It is quite unusual." He held out a hand.
I handed him the wand, still a bit stunned to speak. I stared at the broken remains of the goblet, still puzzling over it.
"And also, If the young man is a Wizard also, why did he not have a staff?"
"They are called wands." I managed to say through my shock. "And I do not know."
"What did he mean by mudblood? Is your blood not the same as all other humans?" Elrohir asked.
"What is this, twenty questions?" I snapped, exhaustion getting to me. The three looked remorseful.
"We apologize, Lady Hermione. Our curiosity should not come before your well-being." Elladen interrupted everyone else. "We will leave you to rest now. And if you don't mind, we will send someone to clean up the water goblet?" He pushed his brother out the door and was followed by Aragorn. Legolas, meanwhile, went around and blew out all but one lantern light. He nodded a farewell and left as well, closing the door behind him. I sunk back onto the bed and crawled under the covers. I was asleep before I knew what was happening.
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Please review, let me know what I can improve!
mIsSyBiRd12- Thank you! I hope this next chapter lives up to expectations!
goddess-sovereignty- I totally have to agree with you on that! However, I have to add Aragorn to the list. And éomer as well, or else my friend will kill me(Rabid éomer Fan..), lol! Thank you for the review! And no, you haven't said too much. I like long reviews!! ^_^
Mary Sue Hunter- Thank you for the review, and all your extra comments. I understand that the HP chars are slightly out of character if you looked at them directly off the books, however I neglected to mention that they are in their 7th year at Hogwarts. People change, as is dictated by the forces of nature. Their changes in personality will be explained, if you choose to read on. And as for the book-portkey thing, that, too, will be explained. I understand where you are coming from, the Lord of the Rings plot is not going to change. And as for the language barrier: This is fanfiction, and I'm not afraid of breaking away from absolute canon! I seriously considered following exact canon on this matter for a while, but decided against it. I know from personal experience how hard language barriers can be, and I couldn't write that realistically. Thank you again for the critique!
Now, for everyone else, in case you don't read the review response for anyone but yourself(guilty on all counts!) A few important points were mentioned. I neglected to inform you as a reader that this is set in their Seventh year, about two months into the year. The plot of Lord of the Rings will not be affected, I assure you, unless your are a stingy Tolkeinite who allows no fun to be had with JRR Tolkien's awesome work of literature. ^_^ Thank you all for reading, please drop a review in the box on your way out! ^_^
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"Wake up, Mudblood!" I heard a voice sneer. I quickly judged the direction it was coming from and aimed a weak slap over there. "I'm over here, Granger." The voice was somewhere different. Strange, I hadn't heard anyone move. "Over here now!"
"Sir, I do not think you should toy with an injured lady's mind." A voice snapped.
"Shut up, I do this all the time." The sneering voice.
"Wake her up or torture her?" A gentle voice, torn between horror and amusement.
"The second one." oh how I hated that sneering tone....
The voice had stopped changing direction. I gathered my strength and brought my hand up to smack the person. My hand, however, was stopped by another grabbing my wrist.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should rest, Granger."
"How can I?" I managed to mutter. I could barely muster the strength to speak, much less open my eyes.
"Lady Granger, are you alright?" The first voice, after the sneering one.
"I'm fine. Where am I?" For I had realized that instead of the ground I expected after running yesterday's events through my head, I was in one of the softest and warmest beds I'd ever had the pleasure of sleeping in. I managed to sit up without terrible strain, still working to open my eyes.
I finally opened them a crack to find I was in an underground room. The walls were whitewashed, and a mural was painted on one side, a beautiful image of a great forest, but with houses among the tops of the trees. Or it looked like that at least. I opened my eyes further. It was a beautiful image to behold.
"You are in my Palace, Lady Granger." The gentle voice. His palace? Sifting through my memories from last night I dredged up an image and put the voice to it. It matched.
Slowly I turned around. Behind me I saw the four men from last night plus Malfoy. I immediately matched Malfoy to the sneering voice, and the voice of the one who asked if I was okay matched the only other Human in the room.
"Who are you all?" I asked. I thought I knew two. Legolas Greenleaf, and I thought the man was Aragorn.
"I am Prince Legolas Greenleaf. My companions are King Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Elladen and Elrohir, King Aragorn's foster brothers." Right on two counts. "We are not, however, fully informed as to who you are, and what you are doing in Mirkwood forest."
Time to be diplomatic. Malfoy looked ready to tell him off, And I did not want to be kicked out.
"Prince Legolas, King Aragorn, Lord Elladen and Lord Elrohir, It is a honor to be in your presence. I am Hermione Granger, Daughter of Stephen Granger, and this is Draco, Son of Lucius Malfoy. I do not know how we ended up in your forest, but I believe Malfoy does." At this point everyone looked at him.
"Draco, son of Lucius Malfoy? The Lady said you hailed from Hogwarts, and yet none of us present have ever heard of such a place. Pray tell where is it?" Legolas asked, glancing again toward his companions.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, of course. The finest school in England for magic." Draco answered, superiority leaking into his voice. Elladen and Elrohir looked at each other, as did Aragorn and Legolas.
"Wizardry?" Aragorn finally asked, after a quite uncomfortable silence.
"Of course! My family is only the oldest line of Wizards, and only of the purest blood. Why wouldn't I be a Wizard?"
"Malfoy! Shut up a moment, will you? Stop bragging for a split second and realize out situation!" Malfoy paused a moment in his rant to look at me.
"You can ignore her, gentlemen. She is only a filthy Mudblood." Malfoy turned back to the three elves and a man, who looked shocked.
"Why do you speak ill of the Lady? What has she done to wrong you?" Elrohir questioned, speaking out for the first time. Malfoy looked at her.
"The Mudblood dares to come to the finest magic school in England, and you ask me what she has done to me?" Malfoy snapped. He shoved me back into the bed, which didn't hurt, but seemed to irritate our host. Draco was using the same tone he used with Harry and Ron just before they got into a fist fight or a wizards duel or whatever was the choice of the day. That tone of superiority. It was sure to vex anyone. Especially a Prince.
"I'm not sure about where you come from, but here we do not speak ill on women, not do we harm them. We also do not lie. A child such as yourself could never be a wizard!" Legolas stood, he was little taller than Malfoy. His eyes flashed as he called for some of the guards.
"Guards, kindly take this-gentleman-" He spat the word out, "to the dungeons."
Malfoy stood, stunned.
"I beg your pardon! You do NOT send Malfoy's to prison like some common Muggle! How dare you!" Malfoy struggled, screaming and a decidedly un- aristocratic way at the guards.
"I apologize, Lady Hermione. We did not realize that he was unstable." Legolas turned, offering a hand to help me sit up again. This time, I took the hand gratefully.
"He isn't unstable. Just set in his ways." I said. "But he wasn't lying. About being a Wizard. Where we come from, they are quite common. See?" I reached over and grabbed my bag off the nightstand and withdrew my wand. I held it up for them to see. "I can cast spell with this." I pointed the wand at a goblet of water on the bedside table.
"Wingardium leviosa!" As I said the words the goblet shot into the air and shattered against the ceiling, showering us with water. "Oh! Oh Merlin, I did not mean to do that! I only ment to raise it a foot or so, oh I am so sorry!" I began apologizing.
"Please, Lady, calm down! It is just a water goblet!" Legolas tried to relax me, but I was quite hysterical.
"No! It isn't just that! I could never do that normally! It just shot off the table like a bullet! Maybe...." I began formulating ideas in my head, "Maybe there is so much magic in the air that my own magic is amplified! Oh, I do wonder if I could do wandless magic?" I suddenly stopped, and realized that the others in the room were staring at me. "Oh I do apologize!" I said again.
"It is quite alright, but I must inquire as to how a young human, a mere child even, can preform magic! Even so advanced as levitation!" Legolas stepped forward. "May I see your staff? It is quite unusual." He held out a hand.
I handed him the wand, still a bit stunned to speak. I stared at the broken remains of the goblet, still puzzling over it.
"And also, If the young man is a Wizard also, why did he not have a staff?"
"They are called wands." I managed to say through my shock. "And I do not know."
"What did he mean by mudblood? Is your blood not the same as all other humans?" Elrohir asked.
"What is this, twenty questions?" I snapped, exhaustion getting to me. The three looked remorseful.
"We apologize, Lady Hermione. Our curiosity should not come before your well-being." Elladen interrupted everyone else. "We will leave you to rest now. And if you don't mind, we will send someone to clean up the water goblet?" He pushed his brother out the door and was followed by Aragorn. Legolas, meanwhile, went around and blew out all but one lantern light. He nodded a farewell and left as well, closing the door behind him. I sunk back onto the bed and crawled under the covers. I was asleep before I knew what was happening.
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Please review, let me know what I can improve!