Hogwarts in Middle Earth Chapter 2:
Yes, it does skip quite a bit, and with good reason. If I've skipped it, it remains the same, if I haven't, it isn't the same. And as this is a Harry Potter mainly fanfic, most of it will be about him and the Wizards that are with him.
Soon the fellowship was walking through the country side, and to say that things were tense was an understatement. Gimli and Legolos were still at each other's throats, Boromir and Aragorn were not on the best of terms, the Hobbit's complained about being Hungry, and through it all, Harry worried that something more sinister was going on. There was evil at work on the group, causing even more tensions than that which the ring gave. And it was growing. With every step towards Mordor, the ring grew in power. And Harry could feel it. Gambold had said nothing for the entire journey as of yet, but Harry could tell that was merely because of him trying to ignore the ring's influence. Harry settled himself in for a hard journey.
HIME HIME HIME HIME HIME HIME
They had been forced into the mines and instantly Harry knew that something was wrong. "This is no mine." Harry said.
"This is a tomb." Boromir said.
"Out everybody out!" Only, the watcher had a hold of Frodo, and so they were forced to go into the mine/tomb and the entrance promptly crumbled. Leading them forward they discovered the final resting place of Gimli's cousin. "I promise you Gimli, when this war is over, I will help you retake these mines from the Orcs and Goblins. I will help you avenge their deaths."
"Thank you."
"It is as I feared." Gandalf said. He bent and picked up a book, and Harry sighed.
"I'm about to reveal to you all, something that the Dark Lord does not know. Something that will change the course of the war." Harry pulled out the staff that he had spent the last two years working on and cast a mass reparo, causing the Hall the entire city to repair itself instantly, but at the same time he cast many protective wards, ensuring that the goblins would not take the city for themselves again. He conjured stone warriors to protect the city, animated every statue and cast automatic repairing charms on them. He also collected every dwarven body, and buried them in the manner that the Dwarves honored their dead. "Forgive me for not using my magic sooner, but I cannot bear the thought of leaving the dwarves lying there. I have honored them, but less than they deserve for they should have been buried by dwarven hands, not magic."
"You have honored their bodies."
"I also made sure that everything will stay the same until we come back. Despite my efforts, the Goblin's and Orcs already inside of the city proper will be on their way here. But should they leave the city proper, they will die trying to enter."
"Bless you laddie. Bless you." Gimli said.
"They have taken the bridge. And the second hall. We have bared the gates but we cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums… Drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming."
Suddenly they heard drums, and laughter. Frodo drew his sword which was glowing blue. "Orcs."
"Get back. Stay close to Gandalf."
Boromir looked out the door only to leap back and exclaim, "They have a cave troll."
"I've got the troll. Make a protective ring around Frodo, backs against the wall. We don't want to be surrounded. Frodo, whatever you do, do not leave the protective circle, and Kill anything that gets close to you." That said, Harry turned to the doors.
