Prologue- Unexpected interruption

As Frodo yelled, "I will take it!" there was a colossal bang and a flash of light. The council of many races turned their heads away to avoid going blind, before they could look back they heard a girl say disgruntledly. "Cedric, get your fat ass out my face before I kick you to Olympus."

"Keep your braid in Fern. This is not my fault!" A second voice answered in a similar tone as the light faded. The gathering looked back, still blinking white spots out their eyes, too see two young people sprawled on the floor.

The boy was older then the girl with light brown hair and brilliant green eyes. His tatty half yellow half black shirt and lose black trousers where covered in a thin layer of grim, mud and blood.

Laying spread-eagled under him was an annoyed young girl dressed in a similar outfit except her shirt was red and black, not yellow and black. A long scar slashed though her left eye lid which, like it's right twin was jammed shut against the recently gone light. The Elvin prince of Mirkwood, Legolas, was the first to react, he stepped forward and offered the boy a hand up. "Thanks man." The boy grinned and grasped the prince's wrist, letting the slender elf pull him to his feet. "You can open your eyes now Fern." The boy grinned at his friend, who's eyes sprung open, glaring at the boy, her right eye was the colour of a cloudless sky, the left emerald green. Blood was pouring from a deep slash in her leg onto the pale tiles of the meeting glade. The boy carefully helped her to her feet, taking her weight as she lent heavily on him, wincing in pain.

"Ehem." Elrond having recovered from the shock of two young people appearing in his pavilion. "Yeah?" The two looked over at him, the girl already pale from blood loss. "Who are you and where did you come from?" The Elvin lord demanded. The two children glanced at each other uneasily.

"Should we?" The girl asked, nibbling her lip and nose crinkling in thought. "I don't know." The boy answered frowning slightly. "It's against the ancient laws."

"And just how many times have those laws been broken, Pika? By. Half-blood or God?"

"Point taken Green-fingers." The girl nodded, sighing in defeat before turning back to Elrond.

"I'm Fern Potter. Fourth year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Last of the Most Noble an Ancient house of Potter, apparently. Witch and Demigod. Daughter of Zeus, head counsellor of cabin one at Camp Half-blood, also the longest living resident of Camp Half-blood. Any questions?" She smiled sweetly, eyes glittering mischievously.

She was met with a slightly stunned and confused silence. The demigoddess grinned and glanced at the boy. "Cedric, your turn."

"Cedric Diggory, sixth year of Hogwarts. Heir to the Ancient house of Diggory. Wizard and Demigod. Son of Demeter." Cedric had fixed his eyes on an tree behind Elrond while he was talking, keeping a tight grip on Fern's waist.

"Are we meant to know who Zeus and Demeter are?" One of the elves asked, haughtily. The sky rumbled and lightning flashed even though the sky was perfectly clear. "And now you've angered them, good job smart ass." Fern rolled her eyes at the elf, who didn't look happy about being insulted by a girl a few inches shorter than a dwarf.

"Basically." Cedric said, as Fern opened her mouth again, cutting across what would have been more insults buried in explanation. "Zeus is Lord of the Sky, God of Honour, Justice and Lightning and the King of Olympus. He's one of twelve Olympians, and one of many, many other Gods and Goddesses. As a collective group they spend most of their time in the mortal world, having children."

"What's Olympus?" A dwarf frowned while glaring at the elf who'd first spoken. "The kingdom of the Gods." Fern answered quickly, glancing nervously at the sky.

"But you know all this." Cedric met Elrond's gaze. "Don't you Lord Elrond?" The Demigod's steely gaze made Elrond sigh in defeat. "Yes. I knew you would be coming." The elf lord ignored the loud protests of the council and waited for them all to sit. "I sent word to an old friend, Lord Zeus, he said he'd help. Sending two Heroes that could help us the most. I'll admit, I was expecting someone older, with more experience, I didn't know who'd he send, how or when they'd get here. But it is clear now that he has kept his word, for better or for ill. I'm sure you'll both prove yourselves many times over." Elrond smiled gently at the two Demigods, Ferm had perked up slightly at the mention of a possible quest, Cedric on the other hand looked defeated.

"Oh goody." Cedric drawled. "Yet another quest." Sarcasm drowned his words as Fern raised any eyebrow at him. "You've never been on a quest."

"Hogwarts is quest enough for me, thank you. Especially with you around" Cedric glared playfully at his friend. "Whoa, that troll was not my fault, neither was the basilisk, or the dragon." Fern protested. "I know Pika, I know." Cedric ruffled Fern's black curls with a grin.

"If we may continue?" Elrond interrupted before Fern could retaliate. "Sorry." Cedric grinned sheepishly, clamping a hand over Ferns mouth.

"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." Gandalf laid his hands on Frodo's shoulders in reassurance as Aragon stood and looked down at the Hobbit in a kindly manner. "If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will." He said solemnly and knelt before Frodo. "You have my sword." Legolas smiled slightly, raising gracefully. "And my bow." He joined Aragorn and Gandalf who had moved to stand behind Frodo. "And my Axe!" Gimli jumped from his chair and stumped to them, glaring at Legolas as he did.

"It seems we have no choice Green-fingers." Fern sighed, face white as a cloud as blood continued to drip steadily from her leg, through the ripped fabric, shredded flesh and a glimpse of bone could be seen. "But still," Fern turned to the Hobbit. "The wind and storms will speed you and my weapons will protect you."

"And the plants and potions will heal you and my magic will fight by your side." Cedric nodded respectfully at the Hobbit before helping Fern hobble over to join the growing group.

"We cannot let a young maiden go, especially not in her condition!" Boromir scowled, leaping to his feet.

"Watch who you 'young maiden'-ing mister." Fern snarled, her blue eye darkening, like a storm was brewing in her blood. "You are a weak woman young girl." Boromir glared at her. "Especially with that leg."

"I'll be fine by morning, and if you're still as mush as a pompous asshole as you are now, than I'll gladly spar with you, then we'll see how much of a man you really are." Fern challenged, her pride bristling. Before Boromir could retort Legolas stepped in. "Enough of this. Boromir, you will soon learn quickly not to anger woman with swords." Legolas glared at the man of Gondor who glared right back, putting faith in the ideals he'd grown up with.

"That hobbit bares the lives of all of us in his hands and you want to let his be guarded by a woman!" Boromir yelled, gabbing his finger savagely first at Frodo and then Fern.

"If you're so worried about me failing then why don't you come with us?" Fern asked more than a little pissed off.

"An extra sword makes all the difference in battle." Aragorn agreed.

"Fine! But when she swoons at the first sign of the enemy, don't blame me." Boromir glared at Fern, almost willing her to faint there and then and prove him right.

"Hay!" A gruff shout came from the bushes as abound hobbit sprung to his feet, brushing leaves off his knees and running to Frodo's side, ducking under Aragorn's arm. "Mr Frodo's not leavin' without me!" The hobbit said stubbornly, folding his arms across his stout chest.

"Indeed he's not." Elrond said with a smile, his eye twinkling jokingly. "It seems hard to separate the two of you even when he is summoned to a secret meeting and you are not."

"Wait for us!" Two more hobbits appeared from behind a pair of pillars to the side of the pavilion, running to join Frodo and Sam.

"Frodo, do you intend to bring half the shire with you?" Elrond frowned slightly. "Well," One of the Hobbits spoke up, grinning cheerily. "you'll need people of intelligence on this mission," Her found slightly, thinking of what to call the upcoming journey. "quest... thing."

"That leaves you out Pip." His friend said, rolling his eyes, the other looked at him, hurt.

"I want them to come." Frodo said quietly, smiling fondly at his friends.

"So it shall be." The elf Lord sighed, before nodding gently. "Go fourth as The fellowship of the Ring." The solemnness of the situation was lost when Pippin, the hobbit who'd called himself intelligent said, "Great! Where are we going?"

The gathering stared at him in disbelief as Fern reached over and smacked the hobbit upside the head.

"You leave in the morning." Elrond ignoring the hobbit and his now throbbing head. "Go, rest and make your preparations."

Elrond led Fern and Cedric through the open halls of Rivendell, Fern's leg healing with the help of an Elfish healing salve, explaining exactly what was going on. "So, all we have to do is take a long walk though friendly and enemy territory to climb a mountain to destroy an eye's favourite piece of jewellery?" Fern frowned. "If that helps you understand the situation better," Elrond sighed wirily, "than yes."

"Sounds easy enough." Cedric shrugged, paying more attention to the view than the quest. "Many will try and stop the Fellowship from reaching your destination, more will be against you than with you, it will be no easy task or country stroll." Elrond frowned at how lightly the two children where taking their mission.

Fern stretched her arms above her head, yawning like a cat and wincing as she pulled her leg slightly. Cedric quickly stifled his own yawn before turning to Elrond."If you don't mine Lord Elrond, it's been a long day for us and we'd like to get some much needed rest, we'll need it."

"Of course." Elrond nodded and turned down a corridor. "You parents sent packs and weapons in advance, if you need anything else just ask." The elf said before showing the two demigods their rooms.

Fern, eager to sleep and heal, took a quick bath and got into bed, nectar now flowing through her system. Cedric on the other hand, stayed up, watching the goings on of the courtyard bellow and the lush green of the elven city. Eventually, his weary bones led him to the soft, silken sheets of the bed and the world of dreams closed in around him.