A/N: Enjoy!

This is a crossover of Hey Arnold and LOTR

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Chapter 10

Previously…

"Asch Naruk! Machs Shavachk Sheen Att! Divine Power! Mass Shadow Spear Attack!" the fellowship watched with slacken jaws at the display of power…

Le present…

Darkness envelop the space they were in. their shadows that were dancing in the dim light suddenly expanded and soon the entire floor was covered with shadows. The orcs felt their senses roar to flee from the site but they were too afraid to move.

With a gruesome sound, black spears shot out from beneath the enemies and gutted them in a beautiful shish kebab manner.

The once innocent and curious hobbit had an indifferent look on his face as if he was bored and turned to Helga and nodded at her. "If you would please Helga?" he teased, causing her to scoff.

"Watch your tone youngin'. You're still an annoying hobbit to me." she glared heatedly at Pippin which wiped the smirk on the former hobbit's face off. He nodded his head quickly in understanding and tilted his head to the side in submission. Clearly aware who was the greater being and who is his master.

Helga nodded her head in acknowledgement and then turned to face the skewered orcs that were still alive. The remaining orcs had fled for their lives.

With a sudden burst through the doors, a cave troll entered. Aragorn and Boromir quickly got to the front to fight it off while Legolas shook out of his stupor and shot the troll continuously with his arrows.

While still thinking of what spell to use, she was unaware of her surroundings until she heard a loud roar.

Helga snapped her head to the cave troll and saw that he had attacked Frodo who had flown to the wall thanks to the attack. Helga felt anger rise in her. She loved the hobbits like her own. They were her only joy besides Bam in this quest. They reminded her of her all gang in P.S 118.

And thus, her last straw of patience burnt out.

The temperature began to rise around her as her pupils were slitted and turned red whereas her sclera (a/n: the white part of eyes) turned black.

Her golden hair whipped around her dangerously and within moments, a large pair of black wings sprouted from her back. She leaned back and howled sadly before roaring in anger.

Almost immediately after she lunged for attack, Bahamut grabbed the other members and took them to a safe point.

"Wha-what is happening to her?" Merry asked timidly.

Surprisingly, it was the new Pippin who answered.

"She is howling for grief and her carelessness with Frodo's situation." He cast a glance at the hobbit that was being attended to by Bahamut.

All eyes were strained on Helga.

She climbed up on the troll's back and a dark spear materialized in her hand and she brought it down at the soft spot at the neck of the troll and cruelly drilled it into the creature until he fell.

"Arkhs Jagaum!" she yelled as she flung her arms up in the air. Bahamut snapped his head at her and was aware of the spell she was going to use and quickly dashed to her side.

He grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear. "He lives." Was all he said for her to drop her hands and within seconds she was by Frodo's side. Leaving the troll and orcs to Bahamut to dispose. The dragon king quickly ran a few hand seals before a large door with dragon heads decorating it.

"Dearo Sint: Dipore! Death Sentence: Dispose!" The door slammed open and all the orcs and troll were sucked in and their howls of agony were shut when the door slammed shut and disappear.

"Frodo?" her voice was higher than usual. "Are you alright?" worry clear in her voice.

"He's fine Helz, he got mithril beneath that shirt of his. Damn hobbit for scaring me like that." Bam mumbled.

She almost tore his shirt off and when she found what she was looking for, she slapped Frodo so hard he almost had a whiplash.

When Aragorn was about to stop her Bahamut grabbed him and loud enough for the others to hear. "Don't. Or you will be next. You must listen." He warned.

Frodo looked so shocked and then he found himself in the embrace of the woman whom had attacked his chubby cheek just moments ago.

"Don't do that again Frodo. I can't imagine what I'll do if I lost you." she mumbled, forcing her tears back.

Everyone calmed down and felt the sincerity of her words. Just when Aragorn was about to ask them to get going she continued her mumbles,

"I don't want to lose you. I don't want anyone to hate me like Arnold did." When the last bit left her mouth, everyone felt Bahamut tense. Almost immediately he cleared his voice and spoke to her in a foreign language.

Her eyes widen and she stood up and nodded her head at him. "Come, we must leave. I sense the orcs coming." She led the way almost too quickly. Everyone of the fellowship except the master and pet duo was wondering about who this Arnold was.

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'Helga?'

Images of a certain golden haired beauty with blue eyes flashed before him. She was wearing a black top and pants and a pair of combat boots. She had a sword hanging loosely on her hip and a bow on her back. She held a scythe that matches the ones in the horror movies like those death reapers have.

She was in a room. A very dark room. A man with spikey black hair. He was tall. Very tall. Around 7 foot tall. He seemed to be talking to Helga.

And she was smiling and laughing at whatever it was he said. And then he called out to her again.

'Helga?'

She paused again and shook her head. The man seemed to be asking her a question and she seemed to sigh.

Arnold felt his heart twisted churned when the man moved towards Helga and wrapped his arms around her.

'How dare he! Who does he think he is hugging MY Helga?!' he yelled out.

No matter how many times he called out to her, she couldn't hear him. But he suspected the other way round. When he called her, he felt her tense up and looked at his direction. Her eyes squinting as if searching for him.

The images changed.

It showed him of Helga in a room with people he had never seen before. 'Is that a dwarf?' his mind asked. There were people that looked like humans and others that were like the dwarves but slightly taller. They were like children.

Hobbits… a voice said.

'Who's there?!' he turned looking around but nobody answered.

Look on… the voice said again. Something within him told Arnold to listen to the voice. And so he did as told.

Suddenly the usual silent movie treatment he got, changed. He was able to hear them speak. About an evil by the name of Sauron.

He searched for Helga and found that she was sitting beside the insufferable man from earlier on.

Things sped up, one thing led to another. And an uproar was about to begin when the familiar golden haired beauty smacked the dwarf.

"I take offence to that master dwarf. I am half elf you know. And you were disrespecting my mother in a way." She said.

'elf? Helga is an elf?!' Arnold found himself puzzled.

Actually, she is half elf half demon. The same voice said. Now he was really curious as to whom it belonged to. But he continued watching instead and noted to ask the voice later if possible.

"Wha-what?! Who do you think you are lass?!" Gimli roared. He was about to hit her, when she growled at them.

'Who does the dwarf think he is trying to hit my Helga?!" his rage was calmed when he saw Helga was about to introduce her Ol' Betsy and the Five Avengers.

"Who I am is none of your business dwarf. But all of you should learn to fear me. And why is a story for another day. Now I think that hobbit, Frodo was it? Has something to say." She glared at the dwarf who had to suppress shudder before turning to the hobbit, Frodo and so did everyone else.

Arnold continued watching as Helga walked to the boy and placed a reassuring grip on his shoulder. She bent down to whisper to him, "Do not fear little one, I will protect you. Stand strong and confident, do not let them belittle you." She said. The hobbit's expression changed from being timid to being confident.

'That is just like Helga. Giving people confidence at the right timing.' Arnold though with a small smile.

This 'Frodo' gave a small smile before holding his head up, throwing his shoulders back, and declaring loudly, "I will take it! I will take the Ring to Mordor."

"Though, I do not know the way," he finished sheepishly.

'neither do I. where is Mordor? In fact, where is this place?' asked inwardly.

All will fall in place in due time Arnold.

'okay that is getting rather annoying! You better tell me who you are!' he yelled.

Just shut up and watch you brat! A much deeper and masculine voice yelled, causing Arnold to flinch. Afraid of what would happen if he disobeyed the male's voice, he heeded their words.

After a very long silence, an old man strode to stand behind him. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear."

Another stepped forward. "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword."

"And you have my bow," a guy with blonde hair and rather… pretty face said, smiling at the Hobbit and then glaring at Aru and Bam.

"And my axe," the previous dwarfdeclared.

The man that Arnold disliked rolled his eyes at the dwarf and Helga yawned. Their attention was drawn when another man spoke.

"You carry the fates of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."

Rustling in the bushes, another hobbiy came shooting out and coming to stand with Frodo. "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me."

The 'elf' that addressed the meeting looked amused. "No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not."

Said dwarf was blushed only a moment before two more hobbits rushed into the Council.

"We're coming, too!" one cried. "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."

The other his nodded and crossed his arms over his chest determinedly. "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing."

The previous one leaned over. "Well, that leaves you out, Pip."

Arnold chuckled softly at them before paying attention to Helga.

That was when Helga began to speak.

"I will make sure no harm comes to you little one. For I swear upon the two people whom sired and birthed me. I swear this on my name and you will have our allegiance." she grinned. And so did the guy with black hair. But their moment was outlived when the man from 'Gondor' spoke.

"What would a woman know of battle? You will be a burden to us, woman. Go home and save yourself from being a burden to us men." Immediately after the words left his mouth, the ground shook and the sky darkened, lightning struck right above his head.

Helga's eyes had turned black and immediately her 'friend' stood beside her and roared loudly. His roar increased the shaking of the ground as the very earth itself almost split open.

Helga began to address the now frightened council.

"You will do well to respect me child of man! For I was birthed by the pristine ruler and lady of the sky, Eru Iluvatar! Sired by the fearsome and invincible former ruler of the underworld, the ruler of the Earth, Arkha Alkhora! I am, Aruha Iluvatar Alkhora! Ruler and King of the underworld!" another roar escaped her friends mouth as his eyes turned red, ready to slaughter those who dare to defy Helga.

Watching the fear in their eyes for quite some time before she recollected her temper and the sky turned normal. And the ground closed up and became as it was before.

As terrifying as it was, Arnold found himself falling deeper in love with Helga.

"Do you understand now Boromir, son of the steward of Gondor?" she called out daringly.

A shaky nod was all she got as a response. Satisfied with it she smiled gently at the Lord Elf and mouthed an apology.

"With everything cleared. Eleven companions. Very well, you shall be the fellowship of the ring." He said.

As Aru and Bahamut walked out of the council, Pippin was the first to recover.

"Remind me not to get on her bad side." He said out loud, which earned a smack on the head by the other hobbit.

A/N: *snickers* How was it? *insert smirking scene here*

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~Ayu