Purple Istari
The seven went up the stairs and came across a courtyard that was forty yards by fifty yars in it's open area. In that place there was a huge doorway where the yard led inside the place. When they got close enough, Irumi let out an exclamation, "Purple Istari!"
Ainel's eyes went wide. "Irumi… that person isn't an Istari… he's human."
"He's the one who helped me around the time the time rewind happened," Irumi commented.
"Oh… so that's what you meant when you asked about a purple Istari," Hermione realized. "That is Albus Dumbledor… he's our head master."
"He reminds me of Mirthrander…" Irumi laughed. Albus just nodded his head at her.
"While I have to say, your comparison can be taken most defiantly as a compliment little Elf, it is not one I deserve. I am an Edain… with not just my good qualities, but also my bad ones too."
"There was an Istari who was good then turned bad," Irumi commented.
"Saruman… yes, he did get corrupted," Dumbledor commented.
"Thank you for helping me though…" Irumi nodded her head.
Hermione leaned over and whispered into Irumi's ear. "See… not all Wizards are bad… some are good… it's knowing which ones to actually trust that counts…"
"I already trust Harry… he just has that way about him. However, that Ronald Weasly boy… there is something about him that bothers me… he seems so egocentric," Irumi's statement slapped Hermione a bit in the face.
"And… what about Malfoy?" the girl asked, her lips pursed.
"Darkness that needs to be overcome by oneself in order to become a better person… also, something was bothering him," Irumi then added. "I think it has something to do with whatever Mrs. Malfoy was talking to Mrs. Weasly about…"
"I've been wondering about what ever that could be and haven't been able to figure it out… anyways… keep this secret, but Dumbledor is in posestion of the Eldar wand and is very powerful," Hermione forwarned.
"Eldar… like Elven Eldar… or is it elder like the tree?"
This caused Hermione to turn to Irumi. "I never thought about it, but the spelling isn't like that of the tree… and the other two things that were passed down to the three wizards… never mind… perhaps I'll explain later."
"On another subject… I like the other Weasly children that I've met… if that's any consultation for not liking Ron, but I get the feeling it isn't," Irumi saw Hermione again turn to look at her. "I am an Elf… we pick up certain things… and like an Elf… we tend to be blunt about saying what we feel is the truth even if it is not necisarily so."
"So… what exactly do you think about this place?" Hermione swung her arm around.
"Nothing like the Gondor, but it is magnificent as it is… and something about this place seems familiar,"
"You've never been to Hogwarts before though, have you?"
"No… she hasn't," Ainel walked over to where the two were gossiping. "Now please, lets get this over with so we can go home."
"Some one is being a spoilsport," Dudely muttered. "Do I need to knock some sense into him?"
"I would like to see you try," Ainel swung around and punched his fist. "You seem to like to use people as punching bags… you'll find we Elf are not so easily used as one."
"Ainel! No picking fights… Irumi is bad enough at picking fights and you have to go and pick one!" Ms. Figg commented.
"Ahh… so the child Eldar have a fire in them I see…" Dumbledore commented. "Ms. Figg… might I be able to speak with you and Ainel for a bit before you two leave. It is of importance."
"I do not see why we can't and stop to the professor," Ms. Figg turned to Ainel. "Understand?"
"I understand!" Ainel snapped.
"Now… what does that young Elfling have behind his back…" Dumbledore asked. Ai placed a finger to his lips and smiled. "Well, if I think it is what I think it is, it will be a pleasant surprise, no? Let's head to where the meeting is being held."
Author's note – I know this was a very short chapter, but I think that making it any longer would have pushed it where it need not go…