*Jaw drops* Oh. My. Word. 65 reviews!! That's more than I've ever gotten!
Thank you all so much!! I can't decide if this is good or bad, but due to
the abundance of reviews, I can't thank everyone personally anymore, that
would take up precious time and space. Therefore I will only reply to some
reviews, particularly from people who ask question that will not be
answered in the near future of the story.
In response to a popular question: The Elvish Name Generator: I searched Google for Elven Names and it's the very first site on the list.
Remorseful Passion: I understand that Chapter 4 wasn't quite as good as the previous chapter, but that is mostly due to the lack of activity. I kind of had to stretch it to make the chapter cover a good four or five hours. I hope you're better! Thanks for reviewing!
CaptainOddball: Awfully long review!! You and your friend remind me of my friend Jazz. Her name is Sailor Clueless! Lol, Thank you. That name generator is very, very handy!
Shadow Violet212: I'm not gonna waste finger muscles on you, I can talk to you almost every day!
Sei: thank you! I like being original, I know it's hard to do these days. BTW, any relation to a gut from the Manga series Mars ;-)?
OrlandoBloomIsSHottie: Thank you so much for that offer! I may have to take you up on it in the near future ^_^
To kiwi36, Tachikawa, crystal_silver, Hermy, Ri0t-gurl, yoogrl, noxavis, little-lost-one, Nikki, and dizzydragon: Thank so much for reviewing!!
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~Elrohir's POV~
Lady Hermione looked lovely, but she was extremely nervous. She hid it well, I must admit. Her hands shook occasionally, but her face was masked with a brave smile. When we reached the carved oak doors that led into the Great Hall, Lady Hermione took a deep breath. It seemed to steady her and give her confidence, because her face set into a determined expression.
The doors were opened and she gasped slightly. I faintly smiled, remembering my first impression of the magnificent gathering place. We were not the first, not were we the last to arrive. The hall was only half- filled, but every pair of eyes swiveled to look at us. Rather, at Lady Hermione.
I doubt she knew of the many rumors flying around about her, humans tend to be a little dense. But then again, she seemed a bright girl, and she was a wizard. That part baffled me, but who am I to question the Valar's reasons for everything?
We entered the hall amid the stares. I sent a swift glare at the other elves and they, one by one, averted their gaze. Lady Hermione didn't notice, however, as she stared up at the ceiling. I glanced up, too. The ceiling was painted to mimic the stars and moon, with a few wispy clouds floating by. Sometimes it seemed almost real, as it did tonight.
"hmm." I heard her mutter.
"What is it, Lady Hermione?" I asked softly as we walked towards the raised dais at the end of the long hall.
"Nothing." She whispered. She did, however, continually glance at the ceiling.
The dais at the end of the room held three thrones. The highest one was fro King Thranduil. At his right sat his son, Legolas, and at his left, tonight's guest of honor, King Aragorn.
I was surprised when King Aragorn sent messengers to Rivendell to ask for an escort for himself and Lady Arwen to Mirkwood, and of course volunteered. I traveled with Elladen and Alatáriël to Gondor, to Minas Tirith. Within hours of our arrival, we set out again. We took two weeks to reach the edges of Mirkwood. Alatáriël traveled ahead to the palace with Arwen, and we followed more slowly, having heard a noise far off the path.
That was when we encountered the two humans being attacked by orcs. There were only seven of them, and we killed them quickly. Legolas had insisted on carrying the lady back to the palace, while we casually draped the boy over one of the horses. Judging from how he had behaved so far, I would not like to be there when the boy finds out the 'indignity' he suffered for the sake of a 'Mudblood'. I must remember to ask what exactly a Mudblood is...
~Legolas's POV~
The doors opened to reveal Elrohir and Lady Hermione. She looked quite beautiful in the dress she wore, it suited her. I noticed how she kept glancing up at the ceiling. I smiled.
I had been the one to commission several very talented elves from Lothlorien to paint it. Naturally, the stars were as they saw them, but it was beautiful none the less.
Elrohir and Lady Hermione approached the dais, and I saw Elrohir whisper something to her, and she nodded almost imperceptibly. When they stood in front of my father, Finrod announced them.
"Lady Hermione of Hogwarts, escorted by Lord Elrohir of Rivendell." Finrod gave a small smile of reassurance to Lady Hermione, who smiled back. She curtsied, a little clumsily, for my father as Elrohir bowed.
"Thank you for coming, Lady Hermione. I was unsure if you would be well enough." My father grinned broadly at her. Hermione seemed to relax at his friendly gesture.
"Thank you, sir." Lady Hermione curtsied again. "I am honored to be here, amongst the beauty of your kingdom." Father's grin grew slightly wider.
"You are a guest of honor tonight. Please, eat and drink to your hearts content!" Lady Hermione smiled and nodded, thanked him again and wandered off, escorted by Elrohir. Elladen emerged from the crowd as they passed him, grinning broadly and holding up a small flask. Elrohir looked at him sternly, but then chuckled, while Lady Granger seemed to scold him mildly. I would bet a large sum of gold that Elladen had just put something in the herbal water. Shaking my head slightly I turned back to watch my father greet the next people in line.
~Elladen's POV~
"Oy! Elrohir!" I saw my brother and called for his attention. Then I noticed Lady Hermione with him. I grinned.
"I must warn you not to drink the herbal water, I managed to procure some whiskey while we were in Gondor." I held up the leather flask. Elrohir shook his head, then smiled.
"What will we do with you, dear brother?"
"Someone could get sick from you doing that!" Lady Hermione scolded in a bossy tone, somehow conveying that she had been in the position before.
"Lady Hermione, Elves to not fall ill so easily." I replied with a low bow. She chuckled sheepishly.
"I suppose you're right. But what about King Aragorn?"
"Our brother is made of sterner stuff than one may think."
I noticed that the musician had begun a spirited dance tune, so I took Lady Hermione's hand.
"Would you care to dance, milady?" I asked. Lady Hermione flushed.
"I-well, I can't really-that is to say-I Don't really d-dance..." She stuttered. I grinned.
"No worries! Come, this dance is easy enough."
~Draco's POV~
All but one of my guards had left. I believe something about a big party or feast or ball or whatever they called them here. I growled.
This was royally messed up. Granger was being treated like a queen, while I was trapped here in this pit of a dungeon.
I stopped myself.
"It could be worse." I muttered to myself.
"That's correct, sir." The guard replied. He was sitting in the corner, facing my cell, bu he hadn't spoken until now. I realized why. He had a distinctly feminine voice. I hid a laugh, but he heard me anyway.
"Quiet, prisoner. I don't want to have to bind your arms and mouth.
"You sound like a girl!" I managed to get out before I collapsed in a fit of laughter. It just was too funny. I noticed she stood, the candlelight flickered behind her, making the image of a tall, menacing dementor. I suddenly felt cold, and all mirth left me.
"I am, thank you. Do you have a problem with that?" He, or SHE, now, threw back her hood to reveal very long, dark hair, pulled back in a braid, dark eyes that twinkled, half in amusement, half in irritation, and an elegant face, though seemingly battle-hardened. I noted a thin scar running from beside her eye to just below her temple.
"A woman is guarding my cell? Oh, this is rich! I cannot believe this, oh if I had my wand you would be gone in an instant!"
"I am Alatáriël, an Elf of Imladris, and you are a mortal boy from nowhere." She said coldly. I shivered again.
"My father is the most powerful man where I come from. Even a KING would bow to his wishes!" Alatáriël raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so?" She inquired.
"It is." I said arrogantly. Ha. She was on the opposite side of thick metal bars, what could she do to me?
"So you are a prince?" She asked cautiously.
"Yes." I said. If this really was Second Earth or whatever Granger was prattling on about, then a little white lie could not hurt. Alatáriël looked skeptical. Then her expression changed to thoughtful. Then she smiled.
"We shall see." She picked up a set of keys, sorted through them, and then unlocked my cell. "Let me bind your hands." She ordered. I looked at her. She was exactly my height. I could easily take her down. I carefully shifted, ready to jump at her the moment she came near.
She took a step forward and I sprang.
She completely sidestepped me and aimed a kick to my back.
I dropped to the ground, groaning.
"Oh stop being a baby. Human." She spat the word out as she tied my hand behind my back and then helped me to my feet. "Come on. If you are what you say you are, you will easily pass judgment before the King of Mirkwood."
I gulped. The Kind of Mirkwood? Mr. Barbie's father? Crap.
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I know this was an extremely short chapter, but I haven't updated in forever! I'm going to try and update at least one of my other fics as well. I would also like to ask you, my reviewers, a favor. I wrote a short story a while back titled 'Final Resting Place', and posted it on FF.N. I recently had an idea to amend it with a sort of prequel. Would you be interested in reading it if I did? The addition would only be perhaps a page in Word, but it would tell part of the story of the diving instructor in Final Resting Place. I would like opinions. If I were to do this, I would take down FRP and edit it slightly for grammar, spelling, ETC and then repost it with the prequel. Thank you all for taking the time to read and review!! (hint, hint, lol!)
In response to a popular question: The Elvish Name Generator: I searched Google for Elven Names and it's the very first site on the list.
Remorseful Passion: I understand that Chapter 4 wasn't quite as good as the previous chapter, but that is mostly due to the lack of activity. I kind of had to stretch it to make the chapter cover a good four or five hours. I hope you're better! Thanks for reviewing!
CaptainOddball: Awfully long review!! You and your friend remind me of my friend Jazz. Her name is Sailor Clueless! Lol, Thank you. That name generator is very, very handy!
Shadow Violet212: I'm not gonna waste finger muscles on you, I can talk to you almost every day!
Sei: thank you! I like being original, I know it's hard to do these days. BTW, any relation to a gut from the Manga series Mars ;-)?
OrlandoBloomIsSHottie: Thank you so much for that offer! I may have to take you up on it in the near future ^_^
To kiwi36, Tachikawa, crystal_silver, Hermy, Ri0t-gurl, yoogrl, noxavis, little-lost-one, Nikki, and dizzydragon: Thank so much for reviewing!!
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~Elrohir's POV~
Lady Hermione looked lovely, but she was extremely nervous. She hid it well, I must admit. Her hands shook occasionally, but her face was masked with a brave smile. When we reached the carved oak doors that led into the Great Hall, Lady Hermione took a deep breath. It seemed to steady her and give her confidence, because her face set into a determined expression.
The doors were opened and she gasped slightly. I faintly smiled, remembering my first impression of the magnificent gathering place. We were not the first, not were we the last to arrive. The hall was only half- filled, but every pair of eyes swiveled to look at us. Rather, at Lady Hermione.
I doubt she knew of the many rumors flying around about her, humans tend to be a little dense. But then again, she seemed a bright girl, and she was a wizard. That part baffled me, but who am I to question the Valar's reasons for everything?
We entered the hall amid the stares. I sent a swift glare at the other elves and they, one by one, averted their gaze. Lady Hermione didn't notice, however, as she stared up at the ceiling. I glanced up, too. The ceiling was painted to mimic the stars and moon, with a few wispy clouds floating by. Sometimes it seemed almost real, as it did tonight.
"hmm." I heard her mutter.
"What is it, Lady Hermione?" I asked softly as we walked towards the raised dais at the end of the long hall.
"Nothing." She whispered. She did, however, continually glance at the ceiling.
The dais at the end of the room held three thrones. The highest one was fro King Thranduil. At his right sat his son, Legolas, and at his left, tonight's guest of honor, King Aragorn.
I was surprised when King Aragorn sent messengers to Rivendell to ask for an escort for himself and Lady Arwen to Mirkwood, and of course volunteered. I traveled with Elladen and Alatáriël to Gondor, to Minas Tirith. Within hours of our arrival, we set out again. We took two weeks to reach the edges of Mirkwood. Alatáriël traveled ahead to the palace with Arwen, and we followed more slowly, having heard a noise far off the path.
That was when we encountered the two humans being attacked by orcs. There were only seven of them, and we killed them quickly. Legolas had insisted on carrying the lady back to the palace, while we casually draped the boy over one of the horses. Judging from how he had behaved so far, I would not like to be there when the boy finds out the 'indignity' he suffered for the sake of a 'Mudblood'. I must remember to ask what exactly a Mudblood is...
~Legolas's POV~
The doors opened to reveal Elrohir and Lady Hermione. She looked quite beautiful in the dress she wore, it suited her. I noticed how she kept glancing up at the ceiling. I smiled.
I had been the one to commission several very talented elves from Lothlorien to paint it. Naturally, the stars were as they saw them, but it was beautiful none the less.
Elrohir and Lady Hermione approached the dais, and I saw Elrohir whisper something to her, and she nodded almost imperceptibly. When they stood in front of my father, Finrod announced them.
"Lady Hermione of Hogwarts, escorted by Lord Elrohir of Rivendell." Finrod gave a small smile of reassurance to Lady Hermione, who smiled back. She curtsied, a little clumsily, for my father as Elrohir bowed.
"Thank you for coming, Lady Hermione. I was unsure if you would be well enough." My father grinned broadly at her. Hermione seemed to relax at his friendly gesture.
"Thank you, sir." Lady Hermione curtsied again. "I am honored to be here, amongst the beauty of your kingdom." Father's grin grew slightly wider.
"You are a guest of honor tonight. Please, eat and drink to your hearts content!" Lady Hermione smiled and nodded, thanked him again and wandered off, escorted by Elrohir. Elladen emerged from the crowd as they passed him, grinning broadly and holding up a small flask. Elrohir looked at him sternly, but then chuckled, while Lady Granger seemed to scold him mildly. I would bet a large sum of gold that Elladen had just put something in the herbal water. Shaking my head slightly I turned back to watch my father greet the next people in line.
~Elladen's POV~
"Oy! Elrohir!" I saw my brother and called for his attention. Then I noticed Lady Hermione with him. I grinned.
"I must warn you not to drink the herbal water, I managed to procure some whiskey while we were in Gondor." I held up the leather flask. Elrohir shook his head, then smiled.
"What will we do with you, dear brother?"
"Someone could get sick from you doing that!" Lady Hermione scolded in a bossy tone, somehow conveying that she had been in the position before.
"Lady Hermione, Elves to not fall ill so easily." I replied with a low bow. She chuckled sheepishly.
"I suppose you're right. But what about King Aragorn?"
"Our brother is made of sterner stuff than one may think."
I noticed that the musician had begun a spirited dance tune, so I took Lady Hermione's hand.
"Would you care to dance, milady?" I asked. Lady Hermione flushed.
"I-well, I can't really-that is to say-I Don't really d-dance..." She stuttered. I grinned.
"No worries! Come, this dance is easy enough."
~Draco's POV~
All but one of my guards had left. I believe something about a big party or feast or ball or whatever they called them here. I growled.
This was royally messed up. Granger was being treated like a queen, while I was trapped here in this pit of a dungeon.
I stopped myself.
"It could be worse." I muttered to myself.
"That's correct, sir." The guard replied. He was sitting in the corner, facing my cell, bu he hadn't spoken until now. I realized why. He had a distinctly feminine voice. I hid a laugh, but he heard me anyway.
"Quiet, prisoner. I don't want to have to bind your arms and mouth.
"You sound like a girl!" I managed to get out before I collapsed in a fit of laughter. It just was too funny. I noticed she stood, the candlelight flickered behind her, making the image of a tall, menacing dementor. I suddenly felt cold, and all mirth left me.
"I am, thank you. Do you have a problem with that?" He, or SHE, now, threw back her hood to reveal very long, dark hair, pulled back in a braid, dark eyes that twinkled, half in amusement, half in irritation, and an elegant face, though seemingly battle-hardened. I noted a thin scar running from beside her eye to just below her temple.
"A woman is guarding my cell? Oh, this is rich! I cannot believe this, oh if I had my wand you would be gone in an instant!"
"I am Alatáriël, an Elf of Imladris, and you are a mortal boy from nowhere." She said coldly. I shivered again.
"My father is the most powerful man where I come from. Even a KING would bow to his wishes!" Alatáriël raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so?" She inquired.
"It is." I said arrogantly. Ha. She was on the opposite side of thick metal bars, what could she do to me?
"So you are a prince?" She asked cautiously.
"Yes." I said. If this really was Second Earth or whatever Granger was prattling on about, then a little white lie could not hurt. Alatáriël looked skeptical. Then her expression changed to thoughtful. Then she smiled.
"We shall see." She picked up a set of keys, sorted through them, and then unlocked my cell. "Let me bind your hands." She ordered. I looked at her. She was exactly my height. I could easily take her down. I carefully shifted, ready to jump at her the moment she came near.
She took a step forward and I sprang.
She completely sidestepped me and aimed a kick to my back.
I dropped to the ground, groaning.
"Oh stop being a baby. Human." She spat the word out as she tied my hand behind my back and then helped me to my feet. "Come on. If you are what you say you are, you will easily pass judgment before the King of Mirkwood."
I gulped. The Kind of Mirkwood? Mr. Barbie's father? Crap.
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I know this was an extremely short chapter, but I haven't updated in forever! I'm going to try and update at least one of my other fics as well. I would also like to ask you, my reviewers, a favor. I wrote a short story a while back titled 'Final Resting Place', and posted it on FF.N. I recently had an idea to amend it with a sort of prequel. Would you be interested in reading it if I did? The addition would only be perhaps a page in Word, but it would tell part of the story of the diving instructor in Final Resting Place. I would like opinions. If I were to do this, I would take down FRP and edit it slightly for grammar, spelling, ETC and then repost it with the prequel. Thank you all for taking the time to read and review!! (hint, hint, lol!)