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narnia_potter · 02-18-2012, 03:54 AM

Great post!
Bandy's gooing to play Quidditch!! Yay!
-Rachel

Lady Mouldywart · 02-18-2012, 12:48 PM

Yay! Quidditch

Great chapter, Sar! Pams!!!

XenoLongbottom · 02-20-2012, 09:59 PM

Happy Presidents' Day in the U.S. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

XenoLongbottom · 02-28-2012, 12:40 AM

Just finished the story on Word!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(I'm happy. Can you tell?)
So be prepared for more chapters soon.

XenoLongbottom · 03-05-2012, 12:10 AM

Hey! Hope you enjoy Quidditch!! :sam:

Chapter 17

That morning, I woke up, fantasized to believe that I’d be learning the sport of Quidditch. I had told Tonks of the event the night before, and she said she would come for moral support. But she said she would bring a friend, in case she got bored. I could personally understand that, and I made for the Quidditch field without her.

Thank Gandalf Bill had told me beforehand where the field was. I would’ve gone in the opposite direction if I hadn’t known.

When I had finally reached the field, Charlie was there, fiddling with a box. As I got closer to him, I realized his face was bright red, and I could see he was trying to keep his cool.

I then turned out to the stands, and I could see why. Tonks was sitting out there, with Jen. Of all of Tonks’ friends, she had to bring Jen! I loved Jen, but Charlie would be in no state to teach me anything.

Tonks and Jen waved to me and I waved back. When Charlie finally lifted his head, he said, “Okay, let’s get started.”

I stood there, ready for anything. “Here,” he said as he handed me a broom. “You’ll need this.”

I looked at it. It was old and several of the twigs at the end of it were at odd angles. And even this pathetic broom I was pretty positive that neither Charlie nor I could afford. “How’d you get this?” I just had to ask.

Charlie looked rather sheepish. He then showed me a key. “Bill’s keeper for the Gryffindor team. We needed brooms, so I just thought it would be best if I… borrowed it.”

Half of me wanted to give him a rant on right and wrong; but the other half was urged to just keep my mouth shut so I could fly. The latter half succeeded.

“Anyway,” Charlie continued. “Let’s start with flying. Command your broom to fly.”

I stared at him. How was I supposed to do that?

Realizing I had no idea what he was talking about, he said, “Here, let me show you.”

At that moment he dropped his broom and then immediately said, “Up!” It followed orders ASAP.

I copied the motions. However, it took me about ten times of my repeating myself to get my broom to actually fly.

“Good,” commented Charlie. “Now get on the broom, like so…”

Charlie demonstrated. I copied. “Now, fly!” With that last sentence, Charlie shot up like a bullet, laughing with glee.

“Come on Bandy!” I sat on my broom unsteadily. Was I ready for this?

Timidly, I pushed my foot off the ground, and before I knew it, I was off.

This was amazing! I felt like a giant eagle, soaring over the universe. Nothing could reach me up here. Nothing. I let my wings out and touched the clouds, and I laughed. I hadn’t laughed like that in a long time. It was, well, magical.
My moment was broken, however, when Charlie screamed, “Oi, Bandy! You should probably come down maybe just a little bit!” I fell down to their level, and Charlie was beaming. “How’d it feel?”

“Magical,” I answered grinning straight back.

“It always does,” he replied. “Now stay up here, and I’ll get the balls for the game.”

I then flew over to Tonks and Jen in the stands as Charlie dismounted.

As soon as I came within a few feet from them, Tonks yelled, “That was brilliant Bandy!”

“That was some flying work Bandy,” Jen put in. “I haven’t seen anything like it.”

“What about Charlie’s flying?” I asked her. “He’s probably better than I am.”

She went scarlet, and stayed silent. “Come on Bandy!” Charlie yelled from the other side of the field. “I want to introduce you to the Quaffle!”
So, as soon as I flew over to Charlie, I was lost in the world of Chasers, snitches, and Seekers. As I caught a golf ball that Charlie threw at me with all his might he exclaimed, “Blimey! Next year, after I make Seeker for Gryffindor, I might have to beat you!”

I smiled at this, and I could just hear both Tonks and Jen giggling. I turned to them. They were both chattering animatedly like girls usually do. I wondered what they talked about when boys weren’t around.

“Now,” Charlie said. “It is time to bring out the snitch, and let me tell you something. I’m not going to go easy on you. I’m going fight hard with you to catch it, understand?”

I nodded, and I gripped harder on the handle of my broom. I must say, I was probably too small for the broom, but I didn’t mind. That meant there was more room between me and the end it.

He flew down, and let the snitch out of the box. It flew around, its golden wings glittering in the sunlight. “Wait fifteen seconds!” cried Charlie from below as he mounted his broom. When he came to me he said, “Ready, set, GO!”

And we both shot off towards the Snitch. I kept my eyes open, waiting for it to reappear. Charlie was doing the same. We were both watching. Watching. Waiting.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, I saw it reappear.

I looked at Charlie. He hadn’t noticed it yet! Eureka! I took off with all the speed I could muster, slowly accelerating. I had my hand outstretched, and I had my eyes focused on the golden ball yards ahead of me.

Behind me, I heard Charlie scream, “You’re going too far Bandy! Get back on the field!”

But I didn’t care. I needed to get that Snitch, even if it killed me. I was so focused that I didn’t even notice the Forbidden Forest flying under me. I could now just make out the detailed markings on the miraculous golden ball. I could felt the wind from the metallic winds tickle my hand as I moved closer.

But just as my fingers closed around it, everything went cold.

I felt frozen in mid-air. I could see my breath in front of me. Even though all of my nerves fought against it, I looked down, and to my dismay, came up a black hooded figure. It was as if it popped straight out of that textbook. Or worse; my nightmares.

But it went passed me, and went right to the Quidditch field. Shocked, I hung in the air on my broom for what seemed like moonless days. The Ringwraith (or dementor as you might know it) was about halfway to the field when I came back to it.

As fast as I could on the second-hand school broom, I soared toward the field, hoping to surpass the dark being.

But the broom couldn’t succeed for me, so I soon trailed behind, and by the time I reached the Quidditch field, it was hovering over Tonks grabbing for her hand.

Immediately, I shot across the field, and I could see that Charlie had the same idea. We were going to ram straight into this creature, before it hurt our friend. Jen was trying to ward the being off, but it didn’t even seem to notice her.

Tonks was shrieking, and I’m sure she was on the verge of fainting.

Eventually, Charlie and I were feet apart, the dementor in the center of us. Of course, however, it didn’t seem to cross our first year minds to realize that a floating figure might just so happen to be transparent. As soon as we seemed to have hit it, we collided. The dementor I don’t think even realized what we intended.

As I fell to what seemed to be my doom, I could see the dementor coming closer to Tonks, Jen trying to slap it, it seemed, and Charlie fall simultaneously next to me. And then even before I hit the ground, I was out like a light.

Lady Mouldywart · 03-06-2012, 07:15 PM

Great chapter!!!!!!!!!! Those stupid dementors! Always spoiling Quidditch ><

narnia_potter · 03-07-2012, 03:58 AM

Wow! Great post!
Dumb dementors

I really can't wait to find out what happens to them!
-Rachel

R. Riddle · 03-08-2012, 07:59 PM

Hi,
I really like it.
xx

Ladybug · 03-09-2012, 07:09 PM

-catches up-
Woah such good chapters!?
Ahh Tonks....noooooooo.
I want to read more nowwww! *nods*

Eviee.

XenoLongbottom · 03-12-2012, 08:38 PM

Here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoy! :rosie:

Chapter 18

I found myself in the hospital wing, with a simple cast on my arm and bandages around my head. I felt groggy, but I forced myself to lift my head. The room was of all white, and some Christmas decorations still hung from when we were all gone on holiday.

Charlie was lying in the bed next to me, leg broken. Tonks was across the aisle from us. She didn’t have any bandages or such things, but you can tell she was slightly in shock. A washcloth was on her forehead, and Jen was sitting next to her, holding it in place.

When she saw that I was awake, she smiled. “Good morning sleepy-head,” she teased me. “Are you feeling okay?”

I nodded. “Where’s Madam Pomfrey?” I questioned.

“Oh, Madam Pomfrey is in her office, but as soon as she hears you talking, she’s going to race right out here.”

I shook my head. I was still slightly dizzy. “What happened?”

But, right on cue, came out Madam Pomfrey. Her care-worn face was full of concern and, (was it?) anger.

“Well thank goodness you’re awake! Here’s some tea. I still can’t believe the nerve of children sometimes. Who’s idea was it for you four first years to go up to the Quidditch field, without supervision, without even permission? Quidditch; most dangerous sport in the world, and we have to play it here! What would you do without me?”

She said the last part as if she said it everyday. I smiled. She seemed to be one of those over-caring-motherly types. I liked that. As she poured me my tea, and forced me to eat some toast she repeated, “So who’s idea was it?”

I looked at Jen, and she looked back. What were we supposed to do? Jen glanced at Charlie. He was mumbling in his sleep. I knew what she was going to do, and I wish she wouldn’t. “It was me Madam Pomfrey. I thought it would be a good idea to try and teach Bandy how to play Quidditch. Please, don’t blame them Madam.”

She stared at her, and then smiled. “Thank you for speaking out so truthfully Miss Kulwiak. God bless you.”

And with that, she got up and left the room. Jen went back to her seat next to Tonks, and checked the washcloth. I stared at her. She seemed to look a little red. “What did you do that for?”

Jen smiled sheepishly. “Well, I couldn’t let Charlie get in trouble.
Besides, telling on him while he was unconscious just didn’t seem right.”

I grinned, but I decided to leave the subject. “So, um… what did happen anyway? After, you know, I kind of…”

“Passed out?” she ended for me.

“Yeah, that,” I mumbled.

“Umm… well, after you and Charlie became no help, no offense to you guys.”

“None taken.”

“Well, Hagrid came in, with Professor Ports. After having a couple of tries, he created a glimmering creature that came out of the end of his wand.”

“You don’t know what it was?”

“I was nearly passed out as well. Those dementors,” she shuddered. “They can do wicked stuff.”

I was taken aback. “Wait, did you say Professor Ports?” If anything, I would’ve suspected Professor Dumbledore, our Headmaster.

“Yes, I was rather surprised myself.” At this point, Charlie was stirring even more than before. Finally, his eyes slowly opened and he put his hand to his forehead. “Good morning everyone,” he mumbled.

Jen went cool. “Good afternoon. Ever thought of waking up in the morning?” I had only woken up about ten minutes before Charlie, and she was being much kinder to me than him.

He gave her an evil look after taking a look at the clock on his nightstand. “It’s only the afternoon by half an hour. Anyway, what the heck happened?”

We then told him the story, and eventually Tonks woke up and asked the same thing. So, for the third time, Jen had to tell the tale. She did not, however, speak of her taking the blame. But Charlie would find out soon. Very soon.

Then came in Professor Ports. His sad eyes wandered to each of our faces, except Tonks’. You can tell he just couldn’t look at Tonks’. “Hello children,” he said solemnly. “I am glad to see you are alright,” he didn’t look very glad at all. “But I must tell you that you will receive detentions for what you have done, and Miss Kulwiak, because you are the one behind your plan at the field, like you told Madam Pomfrey, you will receive double detention.” He then swiftly left, leaving us in silence.

I rolled my eyes and Tonks exclaimed, “That disgusting old man! After what he did to me by giving me this… this…” she waved her right hand, “He gives me detention! It’s his fault that dementor attacked us, but I can’t possibly understand why.”

“They’re ancestors of the Ringwraiths,” I muttered. “Jen knows of them. They fought to find the Ring of Power for their master, Sauron. Since yours is the next powerful Ring and it has returned, they want it. They’ll probably chase us down for the rest of the year.” I couldn’t believe even I understood what I had just said, but it was true. Dementors were ancestors of the Ringwraiths.

There was a long silence, until Charlie interrupted, “Well, that’s a happy thought.”

This comment hung in the air, and never seemed to leave us.

narnia_potter · 03-12-2012, 10:54 PM

Yay!! They're alright!
That's so good of Jen to take the fall... there's something between those two that they don't want to admit. . . . . .
I'm just happy they're alright.

Professor Ports?! Really? Wow.... interesting thought. Wonder how he got there so fast. Glad he's protecting him though.
-Rachel

Jessiqua · 03-13-2012, 09:16 AM

So glad I had 3 chapters to read

they were awesome chapters!! Well done PAMS PAMS PAMS

And I'm curious to see if Bandy snatches up Seeker from Charlie, though I wouldn't think he would be the kind of person to do that.

XenoLongbottom · 03-17-2012, 05:40 PM

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!
May the luck of the Irish be with you!

XenoLongbottom · 03-19-2012, 08:14 PM

hey! Here's the new chapter! I'm gonna try to post the final chapter on my birthday, so I might be postign more quickly for the next couple of weeks, so be prepared. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 19

The next few weeks were quiet, and we really found nothing new on how Lalanos got to the forest.

Both Charlie and I had made a quick recovery (thanks to Madam Pomfrey), but Tonks was still in major shock from the events.

This haunted me. I told her to not put on that Ring again, but she didn’t listen. The dementor probably wouldn’t have caused her so much pain if she wasn’t wearing it.

I would visit her constantly, and we would converse about simple things. I would bring her school work, and she would tell me of all the other kids with maladies.

“See that kid over there,” she whispered pointing to a boy who was covered with bandages from head to toe. “He fell through that trick stair going up to the charms department.”

I stared at him in wonder. The poor kid.

Tonks sighed. “What?” I asked, concerned.

“Do I still have to go to that detention with Professor Ports tomorrow?” she questioned me with pain in her eyes.

“Yeah,” I answered.

She groaned over-exaggerating her pain. “It’s not fair! I’m still bed-ridden and I have to spend my entire evening with that no-good evil…” she obviously couldn’t find words to describe my grandfather, so she sunk her head into her pillow and yelled.

Madam Pomfrey obviously heard this and therefore gave me an evil look from across the room. It was saying Quit bothering my patients or I’ll kick you out.

So I decided to tell Tonks to calm down, and she eventually did. I then glanced down at her right hand. “Are you wearing the… the…”

She looked down to where I was pointing. She quickly put her hand under her sheets. “Tonks,” I chastised her quietly. “You know you shouldn’t wear it. It causes so much trouble.”

“I know Bandy, I know, it’s just…” she brought it up slowly to her face. The Mithril glimmered in the sun pouring out of the windows. “It’s just so tempting.”

I remembered Frodo and not being able to give up the Ring of Power on Mt. Doom, and Gollum going as far as killing to get the Ring of Power. It of course is a different Ring, but it has the same effect on mortals. I shuddered to think that Tonks could ever become something as terrible as Gollum. “I know it must be Tonks, but you don’t want to end up like… Gollum do you?”

She sighed. She had read The Hobbit and she absolutely positively knew who Gollum was, and I could tell she didn’t’ want to be like him either. “Fine,” Tonks said, taking it off. “If you want it so much, you can have it.”

She held it out to me, and I was almost tempted to take it. The most powerful Ring left in the world, and it could be mine. But then again, “No Tonks, this is your burden to carry. Fate gave it to you for a reason.”

Tonks sighed. “Then what am I supposed to do?”

I stared up at her from my spot on the stool next to her bed. Finally, I went to Madam Pomfrey, “Excuse me, Madam?” Her eyes bored into mine.

“Yes, Mr. Gardner?”

“Umm… could I have a piece of string?”

She gave me a look of bewilderment at such an odd request, but waved her wand and there appeared a piece of basic string. If it was that easy, she coul’ve given me a nice gold chain. But that didn’t matter. “Thank you Madam Pomfrey,” I said with the most sincerity.

“You are very welcome my boy,” she replied with a smirk.

I came back to Tonks. “Give me the Ring,” I commanded her.

She did so, and I could feel the power of it flow through my hand. It was a miraculous but horrifying feeling. After I threaded the Ring onto the string, I quickly handed it back to her. “Put it around your neck. That’s how Frodo Baggins kept the Ring of Power in the old tales.”

Tonks put her head through the loop, and the mithril Ring lay around her neck. “Now keep this under your clothes. Don’t let anyone hold it.”

“You’ve got it Bandy,” she stared at me.

“Well, I better let you get some rest,” I said to her. “You still have that detention.”

“Yeah,” she replied. “Bandy,” she called as I made my way to the door.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” she told me.

“For what?” I asked curiously.

“For everything.” She smiled, and I smiled back. At that I walked out of the door, and made my way back to the common room, grateful for having such great friends.

narnia_potter · 03-19-2012, 10:55 PM

Awww!
He's such a great friend! <3 's to Bandy!
-Rachel

XenoLongbottom · 03-26-2012, 07:31 PM

Really short chapter, I know. But I hope you enjoy! :rosie:

Chapter 20

Detention was torture. My second detention ever and with the same teacher; what a terror. Professor Ports seemed to put me in the first row, closest to him. And I had a full view of the photo of my mother on his desk. I think he just wanted my curiosity to increase, but not tell me anymore answers. But what he didn’t know is that I knew so many more answers. I knew the outcome of his daughter. Her blood, and consequently his blood, ran through my veins.

He put Tonks farthest away from him however. He seemed to be ashamed. He wouldn’t and probably couldn’t look at her. And that was probably better for him. If he treated Tonks like he did absolutely nothing to her, I would have to murder my grandfather.

But here’s a question; why did he have the Ring? Lalanos said that he had lost it in the Forest. Could it have been stolen? Or possibly did Professor Ports just simply find it while walking through the woods. The latter seemed more likely. Professor Ports isn’t the kind of person to go looking for trouble, no matter how mean he is; it just seems to find him.

I know the feeling.

After we finished our detention, Jen helped Tonks back to the infirmary, and Charlie and I walked towards our common rooms.

Silence.

Finally, Charlie broke it with what seemed to be a sledge hammer. “So, did Jen really take the blame for going to the Quidditch field?”

I stared at him, transfixed. After taking a deep breath I said, “Yeah. She did.”

Charlie looked ahead and I could see his eyes gleaming with happiness. But he remained quiet. I began to wonder where this conversation was going when he said, “Good to know.”

“You know, she really likes you Charlie,” I said before I could stop myself, staring at the wall straight ahead of me.

That’s when Charlie stopped dead in his tracks. I turned to him. His ears were going scarlet. Finally, he muttered, “No way. It’s obvious by the way she treats me; she hardly even wants to be my friend.”

I stopped too, and turned to him. “She treats you just like you treat her, and are you trying to tell me you don’t like her too?”

Now a smile was creeping across my face. I couldn’t help it. Finally, he sighed, and said with fake seriousness, “If you tell Bill, I’ll murder you.”

At this, we both laughed, and continued walking down the hallway together, and soon separating when we needed to.

narnia_potter · 03-26-2012, 07:37 PM

Great post! Loved!
I'd hate having detention with Ports.... yuck.
At least Charlie finally admitted it!

And good to know Bandy is quite observant

-Rachel

R. Riddle · 03-27-2012, 07:35 PM

Hi,

I just read the second chapter and I enjoy it so much... I hope get read faster and read the others 18 till next weekend... Because by the end of April I'll have quarterlies and I need to study a lot.

I like the way you write.
Do you try to write your own story (not a FF)?

bye!
Kisses!
Gabriel

LeiaSadieAnnabeth · 03-27-2012, 07:57 PM

Once again amazing chapter, I am so sorry I havenn't reviewed for ages!!!! But I have a broken wrist so it's hard to use the computer, anyways amazing chapter!!!!!!

XenoLongbottom · 03-28-2012, 01:02 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by LeiaSadieAnnabeth

Once again amazing chapter, I am so sorry I havenn't reviewed for ages!!!! But I have a broken wrist so it's hard to use the computer, anyways amazing chapter!!!!!!

Don't worry about it. A review is a review. As long as you read at some point, I'm happy.

XenoLongbottom · 03-31-2012, 03:50 PM

Chapter 21

I ran into the library, panting. I had been late to my meeting with Charlie.

I found him, curled in a corner with a very old book. Finding this odd, since Charlie never actually read, I just had to ask.

“What are you reading Charlie?”

He peered up over the book. “Tales of Beedle the Bard.”

He had the air of that it was the most obvious thing in the world and that I should know exactly what that was. The problem was I didn’t.

“What’s that?”

He stared at me as if I was crazy. “Why it’s only filled with the best fairy tales in wizard kind. Like, you know, Babbity Rabbity and the Cackling Stump, and the Wizard and his Hopping Pot.”

“Umm… Charlie,” I muttered. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. And if you weren’t my friend, I’d be sending you to the insane asylum right now.”

At that moment, Charlie slapped his hand to his forehead. “I completely forgot! You were raised by… Flobbits, right?”

I shook my head. “Hobbits,” I corrected him with impatience throughout my speech. He could never remember the name.

“Right,” he said calmly. “Anyway, there are all these fairy tales and stories that my mum used to read to me when I was little.”

Interested, I peered over to the page he was on. It was a picture. The picture showed three women and a knight it seemed coming closer to a large fountain. Charlie went to turn the page but I automatically stopped him. “Wait,” I said holding out my hand.

I couldn’t understand it, but the picture seemed to mesmerize me. Something seemed so familiar. “What is that?” I finally asked him.

He turned to me, as if I had seven heads. “Umm… the Fountain of Fair Fortune. It…”

But before he could finish, I was gone. I was running. Running towards my trunk, full of clothes and books. I knew it. I didn’t know that I knew it, but I knew it. (I hope that makes sense).

How could I be so stupid? Of course! How come I didn’t remember this before? As I was in the middle of these thoughts, I bumped into a first year. I looked up, to realize that it was Tonks. She stared at me, bewildered. “Bandy, are you okay?”

My eyes locked with hers. I had to tell her. “Library; Tonks, head over to the library and find Charlie. I’ll meet you there in a sec.”

“Bandy, what’s going on?”

But I didn’t answer. Instead, while running up a staircase, I cried out, “And grab Jen while you’re at it!”

I rummaged through my trunk as soon as I got to my dorm. Tong-mu had been in there, but shocked by my great and unusual speed and tension, he left fairly quickly. I searched through the many books I “borrowed” from the hall of records. I mean, it’s kind of like a library right?

Finally, my hands found it. Without even giving a second thought, I ran straight back to the library.

There they all were; waiting. And there I was, standing in front of them, panting like I had just run a marathon. Each was looking at me as if I was dying from having seven heads. Basically, they were looking at me with pity and somewhat fear.

In between uneven breaths, I said, “I know.”

I flipped through the pages of Middle Earth and Its Future with such fury, that Tonks stepped back slightly, but then came back fairly quickly to see what I had just remembered. Charlie and Jen were both staring at the pages flying past us.

I continued to turn the pages, until I discovered the correct page, and landed my finger upon a picture with a poem underneath. It was of a tall majestic fountain, with elves jumping into it.

My friends’ eyes gazed with wonder, but quickly began reading the prophecy underneath.

“A Fountain shall stand,
Sending ones to the land of the Fair.
Through it, a descendant of heroes will travel
And return the lost treasure.”

They stared at the page transfixed. Finally, Charlie said, “That doesn’t even rhyme!”

“It’s not important if it doesn’t rhyme!” I cried out frustrated. “It’s an ancient prophecy from Middle Earth!” I realized I was being too loud, so I lowered my voice. “Don’t you see? Lalanos must’ve used the fountain to steal away with the Ring from the Undying Lands, but now he has to go back to try and find it as so he can put it back in its rightful place as if nothing happened. Now, one person has to find the Ring, and give it back to Galadriel and tell her the truth.”

They were silent for the longest time. “Well, who has to go?” asked Tonks quietly as quietly as she could. Even that small sound seemed to be unnatural in the tension.

I stared at the page. A descendant of heroes. A hero is someone who is in the old tales and did adventurous things. Someone like Samwise Gamgee, my great-great-great-great-so-many-greats grandfather.

“I don’t know,” I muttered back. I mean, I was praying it wasn’t me. I don’t think I could do anything of that sort. I was no hero.

I peered at each of them. Charlie looked surprised, Tonks scared, and what expression was on Jen’s face? It looked like somewhat a combination of guilt and terror. “Jen?” I questioned with concern.

She shook her head. “Nothing; it’s just, where is this fountain, and how does it work?”

I sighed. That was a question wasn’t it? “Well, we’ll just have to figure it out.”

We all looked at each other, and we all knew this wouldn’t be easy.

narnia_potter · 04-03-2012, 03:13 AM

Aaaaahhh!!
Awesome job, Sarah! I loved it!
I think I know who this "hero" is gonna be-ee!!

-Rachel

(P.S-- I believe I am correct in wishing this to you. Happy Spring Break!!)

Lady Mouldywart · 04-03-2012, 07:35 PM

Funny how in Harry Potter, fairytales always seem to end up being true after all

Woot, finally caught up! And I'm loving your writing, Sar! I can't wait to see what happens

PAMS!

PS you should do more Jarlie [Jen/Charlie] because I love those two!

XenoLongbottom · 04-03-2012, 09:20 PM

Jarlie! yay!

They're so popular that they have a celebrity couple name! They're just like Brangelina (except cuter)

XenoLongbottom · 04-05-2012, 01:43 PM

Hey! Hope you enjoy! And yes, it is real Elvish, I hope. It took me like two hours to get a good translation. :sam:

Chapter 22

My heart in the silence of the Forbidden Forest was beating louder than Hagrid’s overly-large feet next to me. My feet, like all Hobbit’s were silent, just like the night.

It had been two weeks since we had found the prophecy. The next day, we had headed off to Hagrid’s and we decided it would be best if we sent Hagrid, Fang, and I into the forest. We decided this because we needed someone who could best comprehend Middle-Earth (that meant me) and someone who knew the Forest (that meant Hagrid). Fang was just there for the ride.

Hagrid fumbled with his crossbow in his hand, and he mumbled quietly, “You know, we have a lot in common.”

I nodded, not listening. I was too busy attempting to peer through the darkness.

“Yep, we sure are. We’re both abnormal sizes, we’re both half-breeds.”

I began to pay attention. “You’re a half-breed?” I interrupted. What could he possibly be half of?

“Yep, my dad was a wizard, and my mum was a giant. She ran out on us when I was just a toddler. Broke my dad’s heart, but we got along.”

I looked up at him. I could hear the tears in his voice. “I’m sorry Hagrid,” I whispered. “I lost my mother too. She died when I was born.”

“Again, another thing we have in common. I’m glad I met you Bandy. I can feel like you’re the only person who really understands me.”

At that moment my heart melted. I was about to tell him that I was glad he could talk to me, and I might even have gone far enough to say the same. But at the moment I opened my mouth, Hagrid stopped, sneaked behind a tree, taking me by the arm, and putting his finger to his lips.

I looked from behind the tree. There he was. Lalanos was stumbling through the woods like he was about to go crazy. “Where is it?” he questioned himself. “Where is that darn fountain?”

He continued walking eastward, and we followed as quietly as we could. The problem was, that was kind of difficult for Hagrid. Fang and I with our padded feet were fine, but poor Hagrid lumbered around like an Ent.

But luckily Lalanos wasn’t listening. The entire time he was talking to himself. “Blasted forest! Why can’t there be signs leading you to places! The trees always seem to change every other second!”

He mumbled on like this, as he trudged through the forest. “I wouldn’t be in this mess if those blasted dementors did their job! Why couldn’t they have gotten that Ring from those blasted kids?” He continued cursing as we stalked him.

But I was listening attentively to his words. He had sent the dementors at us on the Quidditch field? He could’ve gotten us killed! Then again, since when did he care about that?

As soon as I finished these thoughts, Lalanos stopped and said, “Aww… Finally!”

I looked around. We were here!

We stood behind a great tree and Hagrid had his crossbow set and ready to fire, just in case. Silently, I pulled out my wand from my robe pocket, and prayed that Lalanos would just think like he had the last many minutes that we were just squirrels.

Obviously, he thought just that, for he continued with his work. With great force, he used his magic elf powers to push back some bushes from in the front of the hollow.

And there it was! The Fountain in person! It was truly majestic with its white marble, pure water flowing down its many basins, and the Elvish lettering carved so carefully into it. The brilliance of it shone through the hollow, and I was surprised we didn’t notice it last time we came.

Then, the elf-lord raised his right hand I immediately began to drill these words repeatedly into my head. He cried out in Elvish:

Aaye!
Oio naa elealla alsse’
Aman tel’ sel darine lle alu
Sana amìn ed’ i’ear ar’ ar’ elenea Grǟi Havēns
Sana amin, quessir
Asca, asca!
Amin mellon enllemellon!
Amin goth en lle gotha!
Sana amin an lema
Aman tel’ seldarine lle
Diolalle

I took great note of all these words, quickly wrote them down on my hand with a quill I quickly had found in my pocket, and promised myself I would translate it with my Elvish-to-English dictionary later.

When I had finished writing, I turned around to see Lalanos standing before a great portal of swirling blues and whites. It seemed to come from the top basin of the fountain, and it swirled like a tornado.

I stood there, aghast, breathing heavily as I watched Lalanos begin to walk through it.

Is that it? I thought. Is that all we have to do? That was easy.
And as I was ready to move away, I heard a swish of an arrow, and a scream of shock. I turned to look up at my Ent-like friend, and discovered Hagrid with his crossbow empty, one of his hands over his mouth, and his eyes pleading for forgiveness from me.

I held my breath, and turned one more time to check Lalanos. I prayed that he hadn’t heard that, and that he wasn’t looking at us. But his pointed ears were pricked back, and he had one foot on the ground, the other in the portal. This was not a good sign. And, with one movement, his head turned to our position so fast he nearly saw me move my head straight back behind the tree.

I stood there, nails clenching the bark of the tree for dear life. I turned to Hagrid, and gave him a meaningful look to him telling him to be quiet. He took it seriously, and stayed silent. Fang was by his side, shaking quietly.
I took a chance, and looked once again behind the tree. To my great surprise, he was standing right in front of the tree, eyes filled with anger. The portal behind him created a great shadow that came over me as he stood in front of me like a great tower. If I hadn’t met Hagrid, I would’ve sworn he was the tallest human-like creature alive.

His eyes were filled with anger as he spoke. “What are you doing here, Mr. Gardner?” He seemed to try speaking calmly, but I could tell he was far from calm. And by him just looking only at me, I could tell he hadn’t seen Hagrid behind the other tree, which was rather shocking seeing that he was so huge.

I stammered, “Elf-lord…” Oh where was Samwise Gamgee’s courage when you needed it?

“Elf-lord?” he mimicked me in a squeaky little voice. “That doesn’t answer my question Mr. Gardner. What are you doing here?”

“Umm….” I tried to think what to say, but my mind went blank. What was I supposed to say?

“To tell you the truth, Mr. Gardner, that was a rhetorical question. I know why you’re here. You’re here to spy on me aren’t you? You must learn, you little brat that I’m not to be meddled with, you hear?” He had his hand on my throat with a great amount of force. His nails dug into my neck. Flashes of old memories from the last time I saw this elf flew through my mind. As my eyes went up, as if searching for air, I saw a dark figure coming up behind me. Hagrid, with his eyes filled with outrage, held his crossbow high. I smiled through my occasional gasps for air.

“What are you smiling at you filthy mutant? Are you seeing your mortal mother in that small little brain of yours?” he questioned me with a sneer.
But quickly his sneer was gone when he heard a lurch from Hagrid behind him. Slowly, he turned his head, but probably didn’t realize what hit him. Bang! Went the crossbow over his head, and he was out.

Not knowing how long he’d be passed out for, Hagrid grabbed Fang and I so we could make a quick escape.

As Hagrid took great strides and Fang howled, I heard myself laughing like a maniac; for I had just found the secret that we’d all been searching for all year.

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