The pale figure lay unmoving on the stone-except for the occasional rise and fall of its chest-raven locks framed its face, and reached to its shoulders, untamed bangs hanging over emerald green eyes that blinked into focus.

Where am I?

The boy rubbed his neck, then the lightning shaped scar upon his forehead, his whole body cried out when he moved: attempting to get up, which had him back on his butt again as he began to gather his thoughts. One thing was for certain, he wasn't at Hogwarts anymore, and…. Where was Ron and Hermione-or Ginny? The thoughts hit him hard as he had just been with the three, but two minutes ago… or so he had thought. It had taken Harry not much more than a few seconds to realize that he should have also been asking where in the bloody hell his clothes were! His face turned a bright shade of red in embarrassment, why the hell was he sitting among stone ruins…naked? He could almost hear Ron laughing at his horrid situation, before it clicked…. He did not have to be stuck in that situation.

Even with the his stiff, pained body, Harry succeeded in letting himself fall into his animagus form, letting large black paws sit in front of his as he let his wolf head lay on top of them. He was tired… so tired. It did not take long for the wizard to succumb to his much needed rest.

"We shall rest here for tonight."

The sudden voice of a male woke Harry from his sleep as he saw the group come to the base of the ruins. Paranoia that could make the late Moody proud ran through the teen's head as he inched back into the shadows in which his dark fur let him blend in naturally. One by one they entered his sights: a dark haired man, whose hair was greasy as if he had traveled for days on end without bathing, and shorter, child like beings, yet their feet were… hairy. It seemed for almost a second, when the blue eyed child laid eyes on him, before his attention was brought back to the taller man who was laying out-wait swords? What was the deal here? If they weren't wizards-which would make them muggles-why would they need, of all things, swords? This puzzled Harry as he watched each 'child' pick up said sword inspecting it, looking at it, drawing it, and so on, before the man made his leave-evidently to come back later. For a while they did nothing, they sat quietly before two of them fell into a quick conversation.

"Merry?"

"Yes Pip?"

"I see… eyes, green eyes."

It was then that Harry noticed the three, for the black haired 'child' was asleep, were looking in his direction.

"It looks kind of strange…" The second said, who he guessed was, 'Pip.' All the while the boy was walking towards him.

"Pippin, you don't know what that….thing is!" The unnamed hobbit proclaimed.

"Looks like a dog to me." Merry answered following Pippin.

The thing looked like a dog, but… who could be sure after that black rider had chased them from the shire. Things just seemed to be getting creepier for Pippin as he knelt down in front of the bundle of black fur that hid behind the rocks now. Its emerald eyes seemed out of this world, and strangely….it seemed like the thing understood what they were saying.

'Hmmmm I must have had too much ale.' He thought to himself, 'But they had pint sized!'

"Hey there boy," He called out trying to let the dog-creature know they meant no harm.

"Pippin…" Sam said uneasily behind him as the dog before him narrowed his eyes.

Pippin let out a big smile as the dog finally came out of hiding. He held out a hand, which the creature dismissed choosing to stare at him up and down.

"Silent dog isn't he?" Merry said looking over his shoulder, "Farmer Maggot's dogs always bark at anyone that passes."

"Would that happen to be because you steal his crops?" Sam added in an undertone, which received smirks from the identical from Took and Brandybuck in turn. They sat in silence again before Pippin's growling stomach brought them back to the fact they had not eaten since the morning. This was confirmed with the rest, the dog sitting next to the fire they began to cook their nice little meal while Frodo slept.

They were strange beings, Harry could only think to himself, and he found himself looking them up and down almost every second as they carried on in their conversations. Some things he could not pick up on, others he could. They talked mostly, however, about a 'Shire', and they way they spoke of it… it appeared to him that this Shire was a place-supposedly a wonderful place at that.

Hogwarts….

He missed his school already, what did the others think? Him mysteriously disappearing, it was late in the night now, and though the fire warmed him, it was a cold as the wind ruffled through his black fur. Never did the thought occur to him that he would have to leave his animagus form any time soon, no, he was content to let his mind drift to happier thoughts….if there were any.

A/N: Ok small… not so good chapter to start of my first LOTR/HP cross-over I'm sorry if its not the best, I'm bored Summer is ending and I had nothing to do for three days so this is what came to me-another fanfic. Well I went of the movie mostly in this one for the LOTR part since looking back in the book was starting to greatly confuse me more than help so I just watched the dang scene and went from there. A warning for the first chapter if you have not read the Hobbit yet there is a little reference to that please do not get angry I need to add that in to explain Harry's animagus form in… yeah I'll talk more about that later.

Please R&R tell me how I did, encourage me to continue, ect, I know at first this probably sounds like every other cross-over out there but trust me I've got little plot bunnies that will come sooner or later. *Evil thoughts*

-This is Wolfie, signing off