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I didn't use real Elvish words, since I would just butcher the beautiful language. Therefore, conversations in Elvish would be seen as: blah, blah, blah
This is my first HP/LOTR crossover, so go easy on me, please! Reviews and constructive criticisms are welcome, but flames would be ignored.
"Achoo!" I paused to wipe my nose and then continued to clean the cauldron.
Scrub, scrub. I poured some more of Mrs. Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover onto the cauldron. Unfortunately, the fumes of the potion irritated my already dripping nose and made me sneeze again. "Achoo! Achoo!"
"Five points from Gryffindor, Ms. Bell, for spreading the cold virus in my classroom."
Great. I have a cold, it's November, I'm serving detention in the dungeons, and Snape took five points off for sneezing. Isn't my day just wonderful? I glowered at the item I was scrubbing.
"Ms. Bell, I do not think that glaring down at the poor, hapless cauldron would make it any more cleaner," a cold, smooth voice cut through my thoughts.
I suppressed the urge to retort and instead transferred my glower to Snape's face. I vented off my anger by scrubbing furiously at the cauldron until it looked as if it was bought yesterday. Ha, let's see if he could find anything wrong with this!
"I'm done, sir," I called out.
Snape stopped grading essays and stalked towards me. He loomed over me to examine the fruits of my labor. "Very good, Ms. Bell. Your work is satisfactory," he said grudgingly.
"Am I allowed to go back to the Gryffindor common room, sir?" I asked politely.
He raised his eyebrows at me. "Yes, Ms. Bell, you may." A pause. "Pass by the hospital wing to get some Pepper-Up potion from Madam Pomfrey, Ms. Bell, I do not want you being the source of a barrage of potion orders from her."
I gaped at him in shock. Why did he suddenly decide to express a semblance of…of care towards me? I'm a Gryffindor! His face is devoid of emotions, however, and his eyes were carefully blank.
"I will, Professor, and good night." Shock flashed across the Potions Master's face briefly, and it was so quick that it wasn't there at all.
I walked swiftly down the corridors, trying to reach the Gryffindor Tower as fast as I could. The sooner I could warm myself up in front of a fire, the better.
"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!" Damn, I hate this cold! I stopped for a while, trying to find my handkerchief in one of my pockets. "Achoo!" I sneezed again, bending down from the force of my sneeze. I really think that using handkerchiefs while having a cold is impractical. Muggles are lucky: they invented Kleenex. But the magical world? We discovered the recipe for the Pepper-Up potion. In my opinion, Kleenex is better than ten doses of Pepper-Up potion.
I straightened up, wiped my nose, when all of the sudden, white light flashed from underneath the door to my right.
My curiosity piqued, I opened the door to the room and gasped in awe. The only object of interest in the room was a painting. A large painting. A painting that took up almost a whole wall! And I'm telling you that it's big! It portrayed a bright forest. The leaves were golden, and the trees shone with an inner light. It looked so real; I felt that if I would just reach for it, I could actually enter it.
I suddenly had an irresistible urge to just touch the painting. Of course, the idea was ridiculous. Why would anybody touch a painting? It'll just ruin the work of art! And besides, I'm stronger than that!
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a voice calling out to me. Come, Katie, come! Come and touch me and feel magic! Feel the pure magic of the forest and revel in it! The forest could show you things, many things, Katie, if you would just touch me!
Moving against my will, my hand slowly stretched out towards the painting. Just before my fingers reached the canvas, a bright flash of golden light engulfed me.
The first thing I noticed about my surroundings was that it's not as chilly as it was the last time I was conscious. Sure, I'm still cold, but it didn't feel like it's winter anymore. That fact didn't reassure me though, since I'm in the middle of a steady downpour of water.
After a moment of lying down in the middle of the rain, I decided that I hate water. It's cold and wet and it hampers one from seeing clearly with water droplets dripping down your eyelashes. And it prevents you to see the Quaffle during a Quidditch game.
I sat up and looked around. I was in the middle of a forest, and a beautiful one at that. It slightly resembles the painting I just touched, actually. The trees of these woods feel magical, as if all of them contained a magical creature's hair, feather or heartstrings in its core. That thought made me think of a wand; and the concept of having wands as big as trees made me think of multiple Hagrids lugging them around. It amused me so much that it made me laugh.
I chuckled weakly and suddenly sneezed. Drat! My cold's going to get worse in this rain! I've got to find shelter… I stood up and staggered to the nearest tree. Once I reached it, I plopped down and hugged my robes tightly. The tree might have large leaves, but water droplets keep on dripping on me. The robe is ideal for winter, but it sure isn't waterproof. Waterproof… Of course! Why didn't I think of it before?
I pulled out my wand and pointed it at myself. "Impervius!" There, I'm waterproof! It worked for Harry during that Quidditch match, and it works for me now.
Let's see if I got last week's Transfiguration lesson right…. I concentrated hard and envisioned a thick, large blanket. I waved my wand and I conjured a blanket. I inspected it; it isn't as thick as I'd like, but it's better than nothing. I guess McGonagall would be proud of me, considering the fact that I didn't get it right last week.
"Achoo! Achoo!" I wiped my nose miserably. I was already feeling a bit feverish and I hoped that I'm going to be found by someone soon.
I snuggled against the tree trunk and let sleep overcome me.
Haldir, his brother Rúmil and the Fellowship of the Ring were making their way through the woods towards Cerin Amroth. The members of the Fellowship were blindfolded – even the elf Legolas – and Haldir was leading them with his brother Rúmil guarding the back.
It rained hard the afternoon and the evening before, and the forest floor was damp. Rúmil's sharp elven eyes roved around the scenery, scanning for unwanted visitors. As the company reached a small clearing, Rúmil noticed a dark shape beneath a mellyrn tree and brought it to his brother's attention.
Haldir called the company to a halt. He glanced at Rúmil and gestured towards the dark figure. Rúmil nodded and went closer to the body. Once he was close enough, he noticed that it was the figure of a girl-child, one of the children of Men. Rúmil prodded the child awake.
Katie moaned and opened her eyes when she felt someone poking her. She saw a pair of legs and looked up slowly. What she saw shocked her. There in front of her was a golden-haired man who had an aura of light around him, despite the fact that it was dark.
Katie felt ridiculous in front of him and asked the first thing that came into her mind. "Are you an angel?" she asked before she promptly fainted.
Author's Notes: I am aware that it didn't rain during the Fellowship's hike through the woods. I claim artistic license with the raining part.