So, this is a Lotr/Hp crossover, I shall TRY as HARD as I can to make sure this thing gets nice and long, and I'll try not to let this fic fall into my fic graveyard. Cause' that's how many fics I've abandoned. Oh yes, as to why one of the final pairings is Harry/Frodo? Because I SAY so, dammit. Don't like my twisted pairings? Run away to the fiery depths of hell and never return. Oh yes - In Great Need Of Beta.
Pairings: Mentioned Ron/Hermione, Legolas/Aragorn, Harry/Frodo, Arwen/?, Haldir/?, Glorfindel/? ... ... I'll decide later.
Key:
Parseltounge: :Masster, where are we going?:
Elvish: We must hurry.
Thought: 'Why me?'
Summary: ...Note: think of one. D
Emerra
Chapter 1: In which Ron opens a time portal.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" One Hermione Granger shreiked loud enough to rattle the rafters. "You...you pig!"
Ron Weasley looked up at his girlfriend with enough food hanging out of his mouth to feed an elephant. "Wmff ish ihht Hrriee?" Translation: What is it Hermione?
Harry watched the scene unfold with amusement. These two had been fighting like cats and dogs ever since they had gotten together. It was kind of a routine. 1) Ron does something to make Hermione mad. 2) Hermione-predictably-gets angry. 3)Ron gets angry because she's angry. 4)They fight. 5)They say sorry. 6)They kiss and make up. 7) Rinse and repeat. It was actually getting quite old. Ron turned to Harry with giant puppy dog eyes. 'Asking for help, are we?' "No, Ron." 'Yep. Solve the problem before it even starts. Do not get involved.'
"But-"
"No."
Ron glared, and continued to do what he had been doing, for the past hour. Scrub book shelves, eat. Scrub book shelves, eat. At the moment, the trio was in Dumbledoor's office, doing a detention for the old eccentric Headmaster. (A/N: Something tells me I'm spelling his name wrong.)
Fred and George had taken the liberty to play a prank on his office while they were waiting to see the old coot. So, of course, the blame naturally fell on the disgruntled trio. And here they were, cleaning grape jelly off book shelves.
Harry took another swab of water and scrubbed the shelf hard. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ron hit some bottle of sand over with his rag.
"Ron! You've got to be more careful!" Hermione scolded sharply, but the damage was done. The bottle toppled off the shelf and crashed into pieces, sand spilling everywhere when it hit the floor. "Oh, Ron! Now look at what you've done! We have to clean this mess now too-" but whatever she was going to say was cut off when the sand started moving, and pulling together as to form something. "Ron! What did you knock over?!"
"I don't know!" Ron spat. Harry sighed. There they went, into another fight, and oblivious that the sand...thing...was getting bigger. He tensely reached out, and touched it with his finger. (A/N: And kiddies, don't we know by now not to stupidly reach out and just touch anything we find? Especially giant floating blobs of sand?) Suddenly (A/N: Predictably), there was a flash of white light, and Harry had disappeared.
Ron stared blankly. Hermione stared blankly. Realizing that Harry was, in fact, gone, Hermione slowly turned toward Ron. "Ron. What. Happened. To. Harry!" she hissed.
"I...uh...dunno?" he said weakly.
Harry looked around. Then looked again, and decided that, no, he wasn't in Hogwarts anymore. Hell, he probably wasn't even in Britain anymore. ...Damn. He also felt a sword at his neck. So it was enemy territory, or just hostile territory. Either way, both were undesirable.
"Speak. Who are you and what is your buisness in Rivendell." an unidentified voice-Harry was sure he would have remembered this voice. It was low, and musical, something you didn't forget any day.-ordered.
"O-okay...I've no clue how I got here, why I'm here, My name's Harry Potter, a-and, u-uhhh..." Harry trailed off, his eyes looking hastily for an escape. The person held the sword a little longer, then pulled the evil, sharp, pointy thing of doom away.
"Hmm..." his captor moved in front of him, and looked Harry square in the eye. He had long blonde hair, pointed ears, blue eyes, and he seemed quite old. "Well then, Harry Potter, I am Elrond, Lord of Rivendell."
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It had been decided about what would happed to Harry. He would stay in Rivendell. He made quick friends with another dark haired boy, Elessar. He also got close to a young elf prince that visited every once and a while named Legolas. They soon became inseparable whenever Legolas would visit. They all decided that if Harry was to live with the elves, he would need an elf name as well. So, Emerra came into being. As time passed, and he became closer to all his elfin, and not elfin in Elessar's case, friends, he gave up hope that Ron and Hermione were coming for him.
Emerra began to take training from Legolas and Elessar, and quickly decided he liked daggers best after a few...disastrous training sessions. He also, after about 10 years, started to get the idea that he might not be aging right. After 1,000 years passed, Emerra was quite sure that he was aging incorrectly. After all, he should be dead, not looking like he was in his 20's.
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For his birthday, Legolas had gotten him a nice, strong horse, and Elessar got him a Ranger contract. So, he accepted and became a Ranger with the dark haired man. Legolas didn't want to be a Ranger, so Elessar and Emerra went on mini-adventures on their own. Of course, the real adventure had yet to begin. (A/N: God that sounds so cheesy. Lol.)
While, in elf land, more than 1,000 years had passed, less then a minute had passed in Dumbledoor's office. Hermione was angry. No, she was beyond angry. She was livid.
"Ron Weasley! Look-look what you've done!" she yowled.
"Calm down Hermione. We'll just go and get him. I mean, what could honestly happen by touching a ball of san-" before Ron could be taken in the flash of light, Hermione grabbed his foot to try to pull him away, but once again, the damage was already done, and they both disappeared in another flash of brilliant white light.
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Hermione's head hurt. That was all she knew at the moment. Other than the fact that she was on top of something soft. "Hermy, could you please get off me?" a mumbled voice came from beneath her.
"Oh! Ron I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sit on you!" she squeaked, and rolled off the flustered redhead.
"It-it's alright." he grinned and scratched the back of his head. "So. What are we going to do?" he asked. Hermione looked worriedly at him.
"I've not a clue." she murmured. The bushy haired girl looked at her surroundings. They were in a green, grassy small town - literally. The houses were about a half their size. (A/N: If you don't know where they are by now, then go pick up Lord of the Rings and read it again.)
"Excuse me? Are you in need of any help?" A soft, timid voice broke Hermione out of her musings. She turned towards the source of the voice. A black, curly haired child that looked no more than eleven years old was there. (A/N: YAY! Fro-chan!) Two unusual things she noticed though. His ears were quite big and pointed, and his feet were large and hairy.
Before she could ask where they were, Ron beat her to speaking. "Hey! What's up with your feet!" 'Oh Ron. You insensitive prick.'
The kid looked confused. "I'm sorry about him." she turned and glared at said Weasley. "Could you mind telling us where we are? I'm afraid we got trapped in a spell and ended up here." she asked.
The kid (A/N: I'm getting tired of calling Fro-chan the kid! sniffle) brightened. "Are you wizards? I thought all wizards were old men!" he chirped. "Oh yeah, you're in the Shire. It's a hobbit town! I'm Frodo, by the way." (A/N:Squeals a squeal to top all other squeals.)
"Okay, few more questions, sorry. One, why would all wizards be old men? I'm a witch, by the way. Female. Two, What's a hobbit? and Three, have you seen a black haired kid about the same age as us with green eyes and an unusual scar on his forehead?"
"The only wizards I know are old men. A hobbit is a Halfling. Little people!" he chirped happily. "And no, I haven't seen him. Sorry."
Hermione sighed. "It's okay." she seemed to realize something. "Oh, you must think me rude! I haven't given you my name yet! I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger. And this idiot over here is Ron Weasley."
Ron squawked. (A/N: I'm quite sure I spelled that horribly wrong.) "I am not an idiot!" he yelled. Frodo giggled.
"You guys are funny. If you want you can come over and stay at my house. I've plenty of room." he smiled. "C'mon!" the hobbit raced off. Hermione looked over at Ron.
"Let's go." she said. "There's probably food!" the bookworm taunted, and ran after Frodo. Ron groaned, and followed.
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When Hermione got to Frodo's home, she found that the house was quite small. The fact that she was only 15 and still quite small helped, but it was a tight fit. Ron, on the other hand, was unusually tall for his age, and had some trouble getting through. When his head got stuck in one of the doorways, Frodo dissolved into a hopeless pile of giggles. Hermione herself had trouble containing her chuckles. They talked for a while, until Frodo (A/N: I keep typing Froso instead of Frodo. I'll bet that Tolkien originally wanted Frodo to be Froso, but his typing kept coming out Frodo. And now, the ghost of Froso bothers us all.) fell asleep, and the magic duo decided it would do them well to get sleep as well.
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When Ron woke up, the first thing he noticed was that Frodo was gone. When he woke Hermione up, the two of them went outside to investigate. They were soon met by Frodo and an old man that looked suspicially (A/N: Please someone tell me how to spell that.) like Dumbledoor. When Frodo saw them, he happily waved them over.
"See Gandalf? These are my new friends! Ron, Hermione, this is Gandalf!" he squeaked happily, and went on his merry way, leaving Gandalf and the duo alone.
They chatted about this and that for a while. Gandalf was sorry to say he had not seen Harry.
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The two fit right in the hobbit community, and became fast friends with Frodo, Gandalf, Bilbo, Merry, Pippin, and Sam. When Bilbo's goodbye party rolled around, Ron and Hermione happily attended. They liked the old, slightly senile hobbit. When chaos erupted as Bilbo disappeared, they followed Frodo back to the Baggins Manor, as they called it.
After Frodo got The Ring and his task of bringing it to Rivendell, Gandalf pulled them aside. "You two stay by him. Don't lose him." he murmured. Hermione nodded vigorously, and Ron was more then happy to go on the quest. When Sam revealed himself, and got the same message from Gandalf, the group of four set out for Rivendell after being told that Gandalf would meet them in The Green Dragon. (A/N: Really now. glares. You dare leave Fro-chan alone! hisses)
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Well. How was that? Long enough? Grammer good? Too short? This isn't my first attempt, but...smiles Review? Everything goes way too fast...I'M A FAILURE! runs off crying