Lucius muttered the last incantation to the summoning spell. The runes glowed green, the eerie light reflected off the stone walls and dirty floor.

"Finished?" The dark Lord muttered impatiently.

"Yes master. It is done. The monster should appear in the Forbidden Forest where we placed the Portkey." Lucius bowed to his master reverently. "It would undoubtedly wreak havoc and weaken Dumbledores forces."

Voldemort turned away from Lucius and stared into the glowing embers. "May it be so. It will give us time to rid of Dumbledore's pet while his head is turned the other way."

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By Elberth! the elven prince thought as he blinked at his surroundings. He still held his bow in a ready position to maim any orc or Ringwraith nearby. Where am I?

He had been patrolling around Mirkwoods borders, by the command of his father, to maim or kill any of the orcs still roaming around after the ring had been destroyed. Apparently without the aid of the ring, the orcs turned into mindless zombies, destroying every living creature in its path.

He had heard a rustle and what smelled and sounded like orcs heading towards him. Legolas had leaped into a nearby tree ready to shoot the first orc in sight and suddenly found himself in the middle of an unknown forest, which was odd since the prince thought he knew allwell, most of the forests around Middle Earth and elsewhere.

The golden-haired elf listened tentatively for any unnatural snap of a twig or the foul smell of an orc. Bow drawn and ready, Legolas dropped himself in a defensive fighting stance.

That's odd. Legolas thought to himself. Where did the orcs go? Where did I go??? The elf groaned inwardly. My father's going to be worried. The elf studied his surroundings again. It would have been pitch black if it wasn't for his elven light. The elf's natural glow made him appear like a ghost or a beautiful ethereal angel standing slightly dumbfounded in the darkness.

Well, I better start off with looking for any man or elven settlements. Even a dwarf one would be welcome at the moment. Legolas sighed. Picking a tree randomly, he gracefully swung himself to the top. There seemed to be a castle looming in the distance. And I thought we destroyed Sauron's castles and factories... The elf mused. Maybe its a human settlement of some sort. Odd though...where are the farms that usually surrounds it?

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Filch growled. He hated being the care-taker of Hogwarts, even if Albus was generous enough to give a squib a job that usually reserved for a witch or a wizard. He hated those beastly students, jumping and wandering around like fruit flies, constantly dropping rubbish everywhere. He hated even more chasing those fleabags (aka students in his mind) past midnight. The only pleasure Filch derived from his job was punishing those fleabags.

It had been quite a while since he had punished any of those beastly children, Filch mused. The armor and the gargoyles could do with some polishing...without magic!

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by Mrs. Norris pawing at the large wooden door, the main entrance inside the castle.

"What is it Mrs. Norris? Did you smell some foul students out of bed?" Filch grinned evilly. "Outside?"

Mrs. Norris meowed loudly, blinking her golden eyes at her master.

"Lets see who's going to spend the next month polishing armor." Filch said gleefully, flinging the large wooden door open.

Legolas was about to knock when the door suddenly flung open, nearly slamming the poor elf on his face. Feeling slightly miffed, he quickly examined the creature in front of him. A man, by the smell of it...and a cat Legolas quickly deduced. Well, at least its not a dwarven city of stone. He shuddered at the thought. Stupid dwarves.

"AHA!" Filch cried. "Student out of bed! Straight to the headmaster and one months of detention!" Filch grabbed the slender wrist of the elf and dragged Legolas behind him forcibly. "Nasty lot you are! I bet you are one of those Gryffindors! I hope Albus will punish you more severely this time!"

Legolas struggled to loosen the mans hold on his wrist. How dare the man lay hands on him without permission? And accuse him of something he had not done? "Take you hands off me, man!" Legolas snarled quickly overcoming his initial shock, all the elvish drilling of etiquette disappearing quickly.

Much to Legolas indignation, he found himself dragged like a prisoner down the hall. His wrists were sore from the constant pulling, his back ached, for the man was shorter than Legolas and he had to bend and half jog lightly to keep up with the shorter, scurrying man.

"Let me go, you insolent fool!" Legolas hissed, tripping over a hidden step. He was already starting to hate this castle. Elves do not trip! Elves are not prisoners to any mortal being! Needless to say, the elven prince found himself half dragged, half carried (elves are much lighter than man afterall) to a rather homely, circular room where he unceremoniously dumped into a chair and had his precious bow pried away from his numb hands.

"Please give me my bow back." Legolas seethed, managing to gather his composure and a shred of dignity to be polite.

"Wait until Albus sees this! Setting up traps for teachers?!"

Maybe Legolas should wait until the man has finished his ranting. The mortal is obviously not listening to him. "Stupid man" he sighed.

"Watch your language young man! Do you know who you are talking to?!"

"Im not a young man, young man." Legolas retorted angrily. He may be young but definitely not a young man! How dare the mortal assume such a thing! Couldnt he see from his face, his ears, his glow that Legolas is 100% Silvan male elf?!

Suddenly, an old man wearing a nightshirt and a nightcap hobbled in. The usually twinkling blue eyes were replaced with a stern and sleepy look.

"You may go now." Dumbledore nodded politely at Filch.

Filch glared at the student currently glowering back at him, before stalking his way out, muttering something obscene under his breath.

Elves, unfortunately had a good sense of hearing. "Chop my bow up and you're going to find yourself and your cat in a very sticky situation. Most likely in the one you've just mentioned."

Legolas smirked inwardly as he heard the barrage of curses behind the door.

Dumbledore observed the young being quietly from behind his desk. Beautiful things are most likely to be evil, but the blonde person in front of him proved otherwise. He wasn't sure if it was a he or a she in first place. It didnt look entirely human either. There was an ethereal glow about the being, the perfectly symmetrical and smooth, flawless facefor a being to be so perfected with beauty just simply can't be human!

Dumbledore sighed. At least I could sense no darkness in him. the old man mused. He broke out of his reverie abruptly.

"Would you like some tea? Perhaps some lemon drops as well? They are really quite a delicious muggle candy. I hope theyll make a magical version of them soon."

The being in front of Dumbledore looked adorably confused, but smiled softly. "I would really appreciate some tea thank you."

Dumbledore flicked his wand. A teapot with matching teacups appeared with a faint pop.

Legolas eyes widened at the sight. "You're a wizard?"

"That I am. Albus Dumbledore, wizard of first class. And you are?" Dumbledore asked, politely pouring tea into one of the matching green teacups.

"I'm an elf." The elf answered in a lilting, melodic voice. "Of Mirkwood." The elven prince quickly decided that the wizard in front of him could be trusted. "Legolas Greenleaf." Purposefully omitting the fact that he was the youngest prince of Thranduail.

An elf. Dumbledores eyes flashed. I thought they had died out a long time ago.

"Do you know Gandalf the Gray....er the White? Mithrandir?" Legolas asked curiously, for the wizard in front of him looked amazingly like Mithrandir.

"Gandalf?" Dumbledore looked up in surprise. "He's my brother. He's been missing for 89 years..."