Legolas wondered through Mirkwood taking in the scenery. The dark trees
enchanted him in a way. They seemed so menacing and dark he just loved to
look at them.
He continues walking until something caught his eye. The whiteness of it clashed terribly with the black of the forest. He followed it and realized it looked like a horse, yet he could tell it wasn't. There was something about it. It began to run and Legolas continued to follow. He got closer and finally realized that it wasn't a horse. He had never seen such a creature. It was pure white and had a horn protruding from its head. It stopped running and turned to face him.
Legolas was stunned. He couldn't move for fear of looking away from its stunning blue eyes. It was amazing the kind of hold this creature had on him. Then without warning it charged towards him, its head down in front of it as if to stab Legolas. He couldn't move because of the animal's magical hold on him and closed his eye to prepare for the impact.
It never came.
Legolas opened his eyes to see that the horse creature had stopped right in front of him; its head still lowered, and from its horn was coming a strange light. The light got brighter until Legolas had to close his eyes again. He could still see it through his eye lids; it was so bright.
Then it stopped. So suddenly that he flinched. Then he opened his eyes to meet the pale blue ones of the creature. The eyes looked wise and seemed as if they held all knowledge. Legolas was enticed. He reached out his hand to touch it, when it disappeared.
It was then that Legolas noticed he was no longer in Mirkwood. He was in a hallway. This confused him utterly as the hall was unlike any he had ever seen before. There were paintings all over the stone walls that were moving in their frames and suits of armor unlike any he had ever seen before lined the hall.
Quite suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. He pulled out one of his small knives and turned around to see something quite unexpected. An old man was walking towards him observing something in his hand and didn't see Legolas standing there. He looked kind of familiar.
"Gandalf." Legolas whispered; confused.
The old man looked up. He looked startled when he saw Legolas.
"Who are you, young man?" the man asked.
Legolas was confused. "You are not Gandalf."
"Gandalf?" the man asked, "No, my name is Albus Dumbledore. Who are you?"
Legolas didn't know how to answer. So he started at Dumbledore's first question.
"Well, fist off, I am not a man. I am an elf. Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood," Legolas answered.
"What are you doing here?" Dumbledore asked.
"That is exactly what I would like to know," Legolas answered.
"Well, why don't you put that knife away and come talk to me in my office," Dumbledore said kindly.
Legolas looked down at his knife. Then reluctantly sheathed it loosely and followed Dumbledore. They walked down a lot of twists and turns before they came in front of a gargoyle. Legolas looked at Dumbledore confused.
"Sugar Quills," Dumbledore said.
Legolas was even more confused than before. But that quickly turned to amazement when the gargoyle they were standing in front of jumped aside and he saw a moving staircase on the other side.
Dumbledore started walking up the stairs while Legolas hesitated at the bottom.
"Follow me, Mr. Greenleaf," Dumbledore said turning around when he reached the top of the stairs.
Legolas hesitated again. Then he stepped onto the stairs. It was a strange feeling just moving upwards. Legolas was just beginning to enjoy it when it ended. He then followed Dumbledore into a circular office and stared in awe. The paintings were all looking curiously at him and he stared back. There were also a strange assortment of gadgets he had never seen before. And next to the desk was the most beautiful bird he had ever seen. It was red with a long elegant neck and gold in it's wings.
"Please sit down," Dumbledore offered him a chair in front of his desk.
Legolas sat and continued to look around his eyes wide. Dumbledore sat on the opposite side of the desk and looked curiously at Legolas.
"Where are you from?" He asked him.
"I'm from the great forest Mirkwood in Middle Earth," Legolas answered shortly. Now that he was over the initial shock of being here, he was getting rather tipsy as to what was going on. He kept fingering the handle of his knife hesitantly.
"Do you know how you came here?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Well, firstly where am I?" Legolas asked Dumbledore.
"You are at the Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry,:" Dumbledore answered.
"Witch Craft and Wizardry? A school? But. I." Legolas was totally confused. How had he gone from Mirkwood to a school he had never even heard of?
"Can you tell me how you cam here?" Dumbledore asked.
"I. think I can," Legolas stuttered, "I was walking through Mirkwood when I saw a strange creature. It was like a horse, yet it wasn't. It was pure white with a silver horn coming form it's head. And its eyes were pale blue. They seemed to be full of magic and wisdom."
"It seems you have seen a unicorn," Dumbledore told him.
"A unicorn? Well, it charged at me and then stopped inches away from stabbing me, then a light came from its horn and I had to close my eyes because it was so bright and then, I opened my eyes and it was in front of me. I reached to touch it and it disappeared. I then realized I was here..."
"I know what happened then," Dumbledore told him, "You have met the Spirit Unicorn. This unicorn is believed to send people from one place to another when there is a great need there. It chooses people from different places and times, but I have never heard of it taking anyone from a different world."
"So what do I do now?" Legolas said, "You're telling me that this Spirit Unicorn has brought me here for purpose, so now what?"
Dumbledore looked at him curiously.
"How old are you?" He asked suddenly.
Legolas was startled. Where did that question come from? But instead of arguing he simply answered.
"I'm 3,467 years old," he said shortly.
Now it was Dumbledore's turn to be surprised. Legolas sighed and began to explain.
"Elves from Middle Earth are immortal," he told him.
"Really? Well that is interesting," Dumbledore smile, "Well, to me you don't look more that 18 so I think I might have a plan."
Dumbledore rose and walked over to the fireplace with had a fire burning cheerfully. He grabbed some powder that was in a jar on the mantle. Then he turned to Legolas.
"I don't suppose you know what Floo Powder have you?" He asked. Legolas shook his head utterly confused. Dumbledore smiled kindly, "It is quite simple really. All you have to do is throw this powder into the fire, yell where you want to go, then step into the fire."
Legolas was almost even more lost than he had been before and Dumbledore could tell by the look in his eyes.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"I wanted to take you to Mr. Olivander's Wand Shop in Diagon Alley to see if you have any magical properties inside you," Dumbledore told him. Then he made a sudden decision. "Why don't I go first to show you how it's done. I'll tell Mr. Ollivander to expect us, then I'll come back and help you through, alright?"
"Alright," Legolas answered.
Dumbledore stepped up to the fire and threw the powder into the fire. It turned and emerald green.
"Ollivander's!" he shouted then he stepped into the fire and disappeared.
Legolas was a bit... shocked. He stood up and walked to the fireplace. He stood looking into the normal looking fire wondering where Dumbledore had gone. A minute later, Dumbledore popped out of the fireplace startling Legolas so bad that he fell backwards. Dumbledore smiled.
"Do you think you can do it now?" he asked kindly.
Legolas rose to his feet. Then looked at the fire again. He could do this. He nodded.
"Good, then take some Floo Powder, throw it strait into the flames, speak clearly, and just walk into the flames. It's just "Olivander's". Remember to speak clearly," Dumbledore instructed.
Legolas obeyed, trying not to panic while yelling "Olivander's!" he stepped into the flames. He began to spin faster and faster. Then abruptly he stopped and fell flat on his face on a hard floor.
"Ow..." he grumbled as he lifted himself up. That was definitely not the best was to travel. He stood and looked around to see a dusty looking room that had shelves filled with hundreds of long thin boxes.
"Hello, you must be Mr. Greenleaf," Legolas heard a voice say behind him. He turned around to see an old man with bright eyes. Though not of course as bright as Legolas' elven eyes, so he was not daunted by them (A/N: you know how Harry was the first time he saw Ollivander's eyes?).
"Yes, that is me. Are you Mr. Ollivander?" Legolas answered.
"Yes, indeed I am. Dumbledore told me you have been sent here by the Spirit Unicorn? That is very interesting indeed. Not let's see if we can find if you need a wand." He walked over to a shelf. Just as he pulled out a box, Dumbledore came out of the fireplace behind Legolas.
"Already trying wands, Ollivander?" he asked sitting in a lone chair by the fireplace.
"Just starting," Ollivander told him walking to Legolas with the long box. "Here you go, 14 inches, willow, phoenix feather," he said handing Legolas the wand. "Just give it a wave."
Legolas obeyed and a nearby glass shattered.
"Well, we know one thing, Albus, he can do magic. We just have to find him a proper wand," Ollivander said excitedly.
Legolas was impressed also. He had never thought himself magical because he was an elf and elves never thought they were. Just thought it a way of life.
"Try this one," Ollivander said giving Legolas another wand, "11 inches, oak, dragon heart string."
"You have dragons in your land?" Legolas questioned. Finally, an animal he recognized.
"Yes, but we will discuss that later. Try the wand," Dumbledore urge.
Legolas waved the wand and there was a whole blown in the wall.
"Hmmm, not that one," Ollivander said, "Try this, 16 inches, maple, unicorn hair."
Legolas took the wand and felt a sudden warmth go through his arm. He waved it and red and gold sparks shot from it and seemed to dance around the walls.
"Oh, wonderful!" Ollivander said clapping his hands together.
Legolas looked at his wand. This would be very interesting.
He continues walking until something caught his eye. The whiteness of it clashed terribly with the black of the forest. He followed it and realized it looked like a horse, yet he could tell it wasn't. There was something about it. It began to run and Legolas continued to follow. He got closer and finally realized that it wasn't a horse. He had never seen such a creature. It was pure white and had a horn protruding from its head. It stopped running and turned to face him.
Legolas was stunned. He couldn't move for fear of looking away from its stunning blue eyes. It was amazing the kind of hold this creature had on him. Then without warning it charged towards him, its head down in front of it as if to stab Legolas. He couldn't move because of the animal's magical hold on him and closed his eye to prepare for the impact.
It never came.
Legolas opened his eyes to see that the horse creature had stopped right in front of him; its head still lowered, and from its horn was coming a strange light. The light got brighter until Legolas had to close his eyes again. He could still see it through his eye lids; it was so bright.
Then it stopped. So suddenly that he flinched. Then he opened his eyes to meet the pale blue ones of the creature. The eyes looked wise and seemed as if they held all knowledge. Legolas was enticed. He reached out his hand to touch it, when it disappeared.
It was then that Legolas noticed he was no longer in Mirkwood. He was in a hallway. This confused him utterly as the hall was unlike any he had ever seen before. There were paintings all over the stone walls that were moving in their frames and suits of armor unlike any he had ever seen before lined the hall.
Quite suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. He pulled out one of his small knives and turned around to see something quite unexpected. An old man was walking towards him observing something in his hand and didn't see Legolas standing there. He looked kind of familiar.
"Gandalf." Legolas whispered; confused.
The old man looked up. He looked startled when he saw Legolas.
"Who are you, young man?" the man asked.
Legolas was confused. "You are not Gandalf."
"Gandalf?" the man asked, "No, my name is Albus Dumbledore. Who are you?"
Legolas didn't know how to answer. So he started at Dumbledore's first question.
"Well, fist off, I am not a man. I am an elf. Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood," Legolas answered.
"What are you doing here?" Dumbledore asked.
"That is exactly what I would like to know," Legolas answered.
"Well, why don't you put that knife away and come talk to me in my office," Dumbledore said kindly.
Legolas looked down at his knife. Then reluctantly sheathed it loosely and followed Dumbledore. They walked down a lot of twists and turns before they came in front of a gargoyle. Legolas looked at Dumbledore confused.
"Sugar Quills," Dumbledore said.
Legolas was even more confused than before. But that quickly turned to amazement when the gargoyle they were standing in front of jumped aside and he saw a moving staircase on the other side.
Dumbledore started walking up the stairs while Legolas hesitated at the bottom.
"Follow me, Mr. Greenleaf," Dumbledore said turning around when he reached the top of the stairs.
Legolas hesitated again. Then he stepped onto the stairs. It was a strange feeling just moving upwards. Legolas was just beginning to enjoy it when it ended. He then followed Dumbledore into a circular office and stared in awe. The paintings were all looking curiously at him and he stared back. There were also a strange assortment of gadgets he had never seen before. And next to the desk was the most beautiful bird he had ever seen. It was red with a long elegant neck and gold in it's wings.
"Please sit down," Dumbledore offered him a chair in front of his desk.
Legolas sat and continued to look around his eyes wide. Dumbledore sat on the opposite side of the desk and looked curiously at Legolas.
"Where are you from?" He asked him.
"I'm from the great forest Mirkwood in Middle Earth," Legolas answered shortly. Now that he was over the initial shock of being here, he was getting rather tipsy as to what was going on. He kept fingering the handle of his knife hesitantly.
"Do you know how you came here?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Well, firstly where am I?" Legolas asked Dumbledore.
"You are at the Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry,:" Dumbledore answered.
"Witch Craft and Wizardry? A school? But. I." Legolas was totally confused. How had he gone from Mirkwood to a school he had never even heard of?
"Can you tell me how you cam here?" Dumbledore asked.
"I. think I can," Legolas stuttered, "I was walking through Mirkwood when I saw a strange creature. It was like a horse, yet it wasn't. It was pure white with a silver horn coming form it's head. And its eyes were pale blue. They seemed to be full of magic and wisdom."
"It seems you have seen a unicorn," Dumbledore told him.
"A unicorn? Well, it charged at me and then stopped inches away from stabbing me, then a light came from its horn and I had to close my eyes because it was so bright and then, I opened my eyes and it was in front of me. I reached to touch it and it disappeared. I then realized I was here..."
"I know what happened then," Dumbledore told him, "You have met the Spirit Unicorn. This unicorn is believed to send people from one place to another when there is a great need there. It chooses people from different places and times, but I have never heard of it taking anyone from a different world."
"So what do I do now?" Legolas said, "You're telling me that this Spirit Unicorn has brought me here for purpose, so now what?"
Dumbledore looked at him curiously.
"How old are you?" He asked suddenly.
Legolas was startled. Where did that question come from? But instead of arguing he simply answered.
"I'm 3,467 years old," he said shortly.
Now it was Dumbledore's turn to be surprised. Legolas sighed and began to explain.
"Elves from Middle Earth are immortal," he told him.
"Really? Well that is interesting," Dumbledore smile, "Well, to me you don't look more that 18 so I think I might have a plan."
Dumbledore rose and walked over to the fireplace with had a fire burning cheerfully. He grabbed some powder that was in a jar on the mantle. Then he turned to Legolas.
"I don't suppose you know what Floo Powder have you?" He asked. Legolas shook his head utterly confused. Dumbledore smiled kindly, "It is quite simple really. All you have to do is throw this powder into the fire, yell where you want to go, then step into the fire."
Legolas was almost even more lost than he had been before and Dumbledore could tell by the look in his eyes.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"I wanted to take you to Mr. Olivander's Wand Shop in Diagon Alley to see if you have any magical properties inside you," Dumbledore told him. Then he made a sudden decision. "Why don't I go first to show you how it's done. I'll tell Mr. Ollivander to expect us, then I'll come back and help you through, alright?"
"Alright," Legolas answered.
Dumbledore stepped up to the fire and threw the powder into the fire. It turned and emerald green.
"Ollivander's!" he shouted then he stepped into the fire and disappeared.
Legolas was a bit... shocked. He stood up and walked to the fireplace. He stood looking into the normal looking fire wondering where Dumbledore had gone. A minute later, Dumbledore popped out of the fireplace startling Legolas so bad that he fell backwards. Dumbledore smiled.
"Do you think you can do it now?" he asked kindly.
Legolas rose to his feet. Then looked at the fire again. He could do this. He nodded.
"Good, then take some Floo Powder, throw it strait into the flames, speak clearly, and just walk into the flames. It's just "Olivander's". Remember to speak clearly," Dumbledore instructed.
Legolas obeyed, trying not to panic while yelling "Olivander's!" he stepped into the flames. He began to spin faster and faster. Then abruptly he stopped and fell flat on his face on a hard floor.
"Ow..." he grumbled as he lifted himself up. That was definitely not the best was to travel. He stood and looked around to see a dusty looking room that had shelves filled with hundreds of long thin boxes.
"Hello, you must be Mr. Greenleaf," Legolas heard a voice say behind him. He turned around to see an old man with bright eyes. Though not of course as bright as Legolas' elven eyes, so he was not daunted by them (A/N: you know how Harry was the first time he saw Ollivander's eyes?).
"Yes, that is me. Are you Mr. Ollivander?" Legolas answered.
"Yes, indeed I am. Dumbledore told me you have been sent here by the Spirit Unicorn? That is very interesting indeed. Not let's see if we can find if you need a wand." He walked over to a shelf. Just as he pulled out a box, Dumbledore came out of the fireplace behind Legolas.
"Already trying wands, Ollivander?" he asked sitting in a lone chair by the fireplace.
"Just starting," Ollivander told him walking to Legolas with the long box. "Here you go, 14 inches, willow, phoenix feather," he said handing Legolas the wand. "Just give it a wave."
Legolas obeyed and a nearby glass shattered.
"Well, we know one thing, Albus, he can do magic. We just have to find him a proper wand," Ollivander said excitedly.
Legolas was impressed also. He had never thought himself magical because he was an elf and elves never thought they were. Just thought it a way of life.
"Try this one," Ollivander said giving Legolas another wand, "11 inches, oak, dragon heart string."
"You have dragons in your land?" Legolas questioned. Finally, an animal he recognized.
"Yes, but we will discuss that later. Try the wand," Dumbledore urge.
Legolas waved the wand and there was a whole blown in the wall.
"Hmmm, not that one," Ollivander said, "Try this, 16 inches, maple, unicorn hair."
Legolas took the wand and felt a sudden warmth go through his arm. He waved it and red and gold sparks shot from it and seemed to dance around the walls.
"Oh, wonderful!" Ollivander said clapping his hands together.
Legolas looked at his wand. This would be very interesting.