Disclaimer: the same as the last one so, I'm never wasting my time to do this again. (unless something is different) I took a few paragraphs right out of the Hobbit(some of them are ever so slightly rewritten to fit my story) so...I don't own that at all.

King of Mirkwood

"Lirill culle. Sina ilnae palurinsen. (Place down your bow. This isn't their world)," the girl said as she stopped in front of the creature, between him and Harry. The figures hesitantly lowered their bows and walked out from behind the trees. She talked to Legolas(the creature) for a while in the different language.

When they stopped talking Legolas turned to Harry and Ron. "I'm sorry, for suspecting you of evil. Dark times have befallen these lands." He motioned to two other elves, which removed the arrows that kept Harry and Ron attached to the ground.

"Uh...that's...ok...I guess," replied Harry timidly, "but I have a question...um...who are you?"

"I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, prince of Mirkwood. And this is-" Legolas started to say gesturing towards the girl, but she cut him off.

"Ettelwen, witch of Middle Earth," said the girl.

"Since we're introducing ourselves, I'm Harry Potter and this is(pointing to Ron) Ron Weasley."

"I know."

"Hold it!" burst out Ron. "Did you say Middle Earth?"

"Yes."

"How is that possible? Middle Earth is just a place in children stories. It doesn't really exist," yelled Ron in disbelief.

"Actually that's not true," replied Ettelwen coolly.

"Ettelwen, this isn't the place to talk," said Legolas with his elven voice, which was softer and kinder then before.

"Perhaps," replied Ettelwen.

They walked through the dark forest for a time. Then they came to bridge. Where the water underneath flowed dark, swift, and strong; and at the far end were gates before the mouth of a huge cave that ran into the side of a steep slope covered with trees. There the great beeches came right down to the banks, till their feet were in the stream.

Inside(the cave), the passages were lit with red torchlight, and somewhere songs were sung with the fair voice of the elves. The group of elves slowly diminished as they walked along the twisting, crossing and echoing paths, even Ettelwen had seemed to disappear. These caves were(in comparison to goblin caves) smaller, less underground, and filled with cleaner air(so in other word these caves were for lack of a better term 'welcoming').

In a great hall, with pillars hewn out of the living stone, sat the Elvenking, Thranduil, on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and leaves, for it was the season of autumn. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.-(Tolkien, Hobbit) Next to the king was the witch, although, no longer was she dressed in a Hogwarts uniform but in a dress more fitting to Middle Earth.

Legolas, Harry, and Ron walked into the room. About halfway across the chamber Legolas gestered for the other two to stop. He, however, continued to walk towards the throne. Upon reaching it he kneeled and whispered a few words in elvish. The King dismissed Legolas, who then stood and joined Ettelwen by the side of the throne.

"Lady Ettelwen, has told me of your troubles," said the King. At the word 'Lady', Ettelwen and Legolas shared a sideways glace.

"Though I can't pass judgment on those from outside world, I can, however, allow you to ride with my son, Legolas, to Rivendell for he must deliver a message to Lord Elrond."

"Who is Elrond?" said Harry.

"Lord Elrond, one of the wisest of all elves; it would be wise to seek his council. Legolas rides tomorrow," replied the King. "I must seek business elsewhere in Mirkwood. Farewell."

Thranduil rose and walked away into one of the cave that led away from the throne room.

Legolas stood silent for a moment staring at the ground. Ettelwen looked at him uncertainly and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you well, Legolas?" she asked.

"It is ill news to deliver. Aragorn and Mithrandir won't be to pleased," replied Legolas with a small sigh.

"They will be more shocked and disappointed, than angry."

"Perhaps you are correct; however, disappointment is, at times, more powerful than anger."

Despite his negative comment Legolas still seemed relieved.

"Um...sorry to interrupt," said Harry as politely as he could, "but what are we supposed to do till tomorrow?"

"Oh! Sorry, I had forgotten about y-that. I know where you can stay and a place where we can talk without interruptions. Follow me," she said as she started down one of the tunnels.