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Fellowship of the...Hogwarts?

Chapter 1-Reunions and Flying Gandalfs

(After the War of the Ring, the Fellowship meet up in Rivendell for a...reunion.)

Aragorn found Boromir sneaking around the coffee and bagel table. (Please note that the sign above the table read: "Free Bagels") Boromir can be seen "cleverly" sneaking a cinnamon raisin bagel into his tunic.

"Boromir, what are you doing?" asked Aragorn. (Yes, I know Boromir's dead, but he came back to life somehow.)

"I, um, uh, wanna bagel?" he replied, in a feeble attempt to distract Aragorn from his burglary.

"Uh, no thanks. I think I'll pass." He replied, eyeing Boromir strangely. He then continued on through the doors, Boromir in tow.

The fellowship had decided that it was time for a reunion, and they were having it in Rivendell. Boromir and Aragorn walked into a large, spacious hall with only six other people present. There were four hobbits, one of which was spinning around uncontrollably.

"Hello Pippin." Said Aragorn to the spinning hobbit. Pippin replies by throwing up on Aragorn's new, brown boots. (Um, picture big brown cowboy boots, and you get the idea.)

When he has finished vomiting, he turns to another hobbit with a yellow vest. (Dang! He has a lot of yellow vests!)

"How many turns was that, Merry?" asked Pip.

"900, a new record!" Merry exclaimed proudly. Another hobbit, who was rather fat, but in a cute way, was crawling under the table, much to the surprise of the others.

"Sam, what are you doing?" asked Boromir.

"My contact fell out, and I can't find it!" said Sam, as he continued to crawl around.

Aragorn turns to the last hobbit with big, bright blue eyes. "Why are you so sad, Fro?" he asked, concerned.

"I'm not sad." Frodo said, eyeing Aragorn curiously. "Why do you ask?"

"But you're frowning."

"Well, yes, but since Mordor, the frown has become a permanent part of my face. This is actually me happy!"

"Oh." Said Boromir and Aragorn together. The men turned to the other two figures, one elf and one dwarf, who were arguing.

"Na, na, na, na, na! You can't get it!" the blond elf said to the dwarf, holding his ax high in the air.

"Legolas, you stupid elf, give me my ax!" the dwarf shouted, jumping up, trying to snatch his ax away.

"Now, Gimli. The last time we let you have your ax, you almost destroyed the Orthanc." Legolas took Gimli's ax and put it high on a shelf.

"I didn't destroy it!" Gimli protested. "I was redecorating! Haven't you ever heard on the show 'While You Were Out'? You guys were out, so I redecorated!"

Suddenly, Sam stood up, hitting his head on the table. "OW! Where's Gand-"

But was interrupted by a loud crash through the window. A tall figure in white was riding on a broomstick. He ran into a couple of walls before landing on the ground. He stood up and brushed himself off.

"I think I'm getting the hang of it." Gandalf said. (Duh it was Gandalf! Who else would make such an entrance?)

"Hey that's my line!" exclaimed Sam.

"Shut up you fool of a...a... Gamgee!" Gandalf responded, glaring at Sam. "Now I have something to ask all of you."

"What's that, Gandalf?" asked Aragorn.

"Well, you see, the headmaster of this wizarding school died."

"How?" asked Pip, licking the frosting off of a cupcake.

"Fool of a Took! How am I supposed to know! He TV went out while his favorite show was on. Pretty pathetic if you ask me." While saying this, he cleverly slips a pliers beneath his robes. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, so they asked me to take his place. But some of the teachers were so sad the old headmaster had died, that they committed suicide. So you all are going to have to fill in."

"Oh, I don't think I can--" started Merry.

"Fool of a Brandybuck! You're going and you're going to like it as well, or I'll turn you into a..." Gandalf thought for a moment.

"A lady?" Gimli piped up. "Snowhite, perhaps?"

"Ok, ok, I'll go!" Merry said quickly.

"Good! We'll leave tomorrow morning." Gandalf said brightly.