Author's Note: I do NOT own these people. I just was thinking about how similar Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings is. I hope you all enjoy it!
Arrival
The fellowship had greatly suffered following the loss of Gandalf.
The hobbits didn't talk much, merely cried, or stared into the distance with blank expressions. Gimli didn't show any emotion on the outside, but inside he was weeping. He let out his sadness by chopping would as fast as he could. Legolas stood afar from the group, clearly concentrating on something unknown to the rest of the group. Boromir offered to get wood, then ran off as fast as possible, breathing hard.
Aragorn watched all of this. He felt horrible for his friends (the hobbits especially) but did not know how to help them. He had pain of his own, but it was numbed by years of pain and loss. He was perhaps the most aware of them all, therefore he kept watch for Orcs- both he and Legolas had seen them on the opposite shore.
As Aragorn again surveyed the camp, he heard a soft thump behind him.
"Harry?" asked a quivering boy's voice.
"Right here. Hermione?" asked another boy's voice, sounding winded.
"R-Right here, Harry. Ron?" asked a girl's voice, sounding close to pain.
"Who do you think asked for Harry?" retorted the first voice.
"Ron…" said the second voice, a note of warning in it.
Aragorn picked up a small rock and threw it at Legolas. It hit him lightly in the shoulder, and he turned, looking cautious.
He saw Aragorn, and mouthed 'what?' silently so as not to disturb the agonized hobbits.
Aragorn motioned for him to come over, then drew his sword. Legolas slipped silently over and followed suit.
As they walked through the forest, Legolas leaned over and whispered, "What is it, Aragorn?"
"Listen…" Aragorn replied in a voice barely audible.
They paused and heard, "Shh! I think someone's coming!" from the voice that had been called Harry.
Legolas and Aragorn split up and crept towards the voices, weapons drawn. They reached a small clearing, and, standing in the middle, were three children, two boys, and a girl. One boy had red hair and freckles, a big nose, and was taller then his companions. The other boy had jet-black hair, but Aragorn couldn't tell much more about him, because his back was turned. The girl had comically curly brown hair and brown eyes. These eyes widened as they saw the tall, slim man with shoulder-length brown hair and his sword drawn coming towards them.
"HARRY!" she screamed, and Harry whipped around, spotted Aragorn, and lifted a long stick and pointed it at him.
He opened his mouth to yell something, but was cut off by the soft flit of a flying arrow. Legolas' arrow knocked the wooden stick from Harry's hand without leaving a mark.
Legolas and Aragorn stepped into the clearing, looking impressive despite their weariness. "Put down your sticks children." Aragorn ordered. The children stared back, not knowing what to do. "Put them down, now!" Aragorn repeated. Legolas picked up his bow and arrow and pointed it at the boy they called Harry.
"Hermione, know any spells?" Harry asked, but the girl didn't answer; she was frozen with shock.
"Apparently not. Put down your miniature staffs and I shall not fire." Legolas said. He glanced at Aragorn, who nodded.
"There's nothing else to do, guys." Harry said, then took the sticks from his friends.
"Thank you. Now, who are you, and how did you get here?" Aragorn asked, and Legolas relaxed.
The children looked at one another, then Harry stepped forward and said, "Uh, my name is Harry Potter. These are my friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasely. We don't know how we got here."
Aragorn and Legolas stared at him. "You are a hairy potter?" asked Legolas, face blank.
Ron snickered and elbowed Harry, who blushed deeply. "No, we are wizards."
At this, Legolas brought his bow back up and Aragorn drew his sword. "Where are your staffs, wizard?" he spat.
Author's Note: Okay, this is strange, but I hope you liked it. Please REVIEW!!!!!
