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A/N: Once again, thank you for all the wonderful reviews! They make me so happy! And I'm even happier cuz today's my birthday! I'm thirteen now! *does 'Kit's Funky Little Dance (TM!)'* Anyhoo, I feel so happy that I decided to update all my fics and maybe even post my newest one if I can get it finished tonight. Thanks:
Lady Foxfire: Well, considering you were the only one who told me who they wanted, Legolas it shall be! Oh, and I won't be sending any HP characters into Middle-Earth unless I write a sequel, and I want to finish this first. But thanx for reviewing =D
Lausie: Whoops, sorry. I knew that they sounded similar, but being my naturally dumb self I didn't figure it out. Oh, and don't worry. This chapter will be longer because I now have three sections to write, Frodo in Dumbledore's office, Aragorn on his way to Hogwarts, and Legolas going through the portal. So this should be much longer than the last!
Aramer: You think it's wonderful? Gosh! I didn't know I was THAT good! Lol!
Reigh Evenstar: Eep! I just turned thirteen! I'm too young to die! Oh and don't worry, a frying pan will be included . . . *wields frying pan menacingly* BWAHAHA!
Oh, one last little note before I begin the fic: When I am writing about Frodo and Aragorn, it is night in HP's world. But when I write about Legolas, who is still in Middle-Earth, it's morning. I know it doesn't make sense, but NOTHING about me makes sense.
'CHIRP!'
Frodo jumped about ten feet in the air before whirling around to see what had made the noise.
Sitting upon a handsomely carved wooden perch was a large, beautiful eagle with red and gold plumage. Or at least, Frodo THOUGHT it was an eagle.
The 'eagle' cocked its head to one side and chirped again. Frodo glared at it suspiciously. Was it one of those birds he had heard about killing small animals and eating them bit by bit? Of course, Frodo was NOT a small animal, but because of his size, he was afraid the bird might make hobbit a part of the menu . . .
'Nice birdie?' he said cautiously. 'You don't want to eat me, do you?'
The bird looked at him as though he were totally stupid.
'I suppose not,' said Frodo. Thank Ancalagon that it didn't look hungry. Deciding that he shouldn't bother the bird further, Frodo instead turned his focus to the rest of the study. The first thing that caught his eyes was a glorious sword hanging over the fireplace.
Ah, what a sword! The hilt was silver and studded with rubies, and engraved with pictures of unicorns and griffins and other fantastic beasts.
Standing on tiptoe, Frodo could barely make out the name; Godric Gryffindor carved into the blade. He must have been a great warrior to have owned a sword so magnificent! Frodo thought in admiration.
Moving on, he saw an old, tattered hat sitting on a shelf. Frodo smiled. It looked a little like that ridiculous hat that old Gandalf used to wear.
Frodo now turned his attention to a large pile of books in the corner. He had loved to read while in the Shire, though while traveling with the Fellowship he'd had very little time to curl up with a good book.
Walking over to the pile, he read some of the titles, hoping to find a good one to read until Professor Dumbledore returned.
Quidditch Through the Ages, A Sorcerer's Companion, How to Care for Your Pet Dragon, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Ah! That sounds good!
Frodo immediately set about trying to tug the book from the pile, which was quite hard, because it was wedged between two encyclopedias of magical spells. After much puffing and tugging, Frodo finally managed to pull the book out. Smiling with satisfaction, he looked down at the cover. What he didn't notice was that the pile of books was beginning to teeter.
He looked up. His eyes widened.
'HELP!!' he cried, but his voice was stifled by the avalanche of books that cascaded down around him.
* * * *
Halting on steps to the main door of Hogwarts, Aragorn wiped sweat from his face. What a trek! He was sure that he had spent a good hour and a half hiking through that confounded forest. Finally, he had reached civilization.
Looking up at the castle, Aragorn shook his head in wonder. Magnificent. My compliments to whoever built it, he thought.
Trudging up the final steps, Aragorn halted in front of the large oaken doors. No point in beating around the bush. He brought his fist down on the door, knocking loudly three times.
After several minutes had passed, Aragorn began to think that no one had heard him and began to knock again, but at that moment the door opened and a face peeked around it.
Aragorn's first impression was of a large dragonfly.
The woman wore huge glasses that magnified her eyes to be much larger that the rest of her face. Beads, jewels and amulets dangled about her neck.
'Hello,' said Aragorn politely. 'I was wondering if I could have a word with whoever owns this place?'
'My dear,' the woman breathed. 'I see death stalking you. I fear that you do not have much longer. You shall- No, it is better not to say!' With that she slammed the door shut again, leaving a bewildered Aragorn on the steps.
Suddenly another woman's voice sounded from inside the doors.
'Sibyll? Who was that?'
'Oh, Minerva,' gasped the first woman. 'I saw . . . Death.'
'Oh, enough with that nonsense!' snapped the first woman, and she opened the door. She had a sharp, severe face, and her hair was drawn into a tight bun.
'How may I help you?' said the woman curtly.
'Erm,' began Aragorn, still slightly confused about Sibyll's rants. 'I am a traveler, and I was wondering if I may speak with the leader of this place.'
'Of course,' said the woman. 'I will take you to him. I am Minerva McGonagall, by the way.'
'I am Aragorn,' he said, following her inside. She blanched as she caught a whiff of him (A/N: Imagine a guy who was probably pretty sweaty to begin with who has just been hiking for an hour! Yuck! -)
'This way, said McGonagall, and she lead him up the marble staircase.
* * * *
The morning sun crept over the horizon, shining down on the clearing where the Fellowship rested.
Legolas slept soundly, crouched in a sitting position on a low tree limb. Being asleep, he didn't realize that he had been slowly been slipping off of the branch.
Suddenly he fell off the branch completely, landing flat on his face on the ground. He sat up quickly, rubbing his nose and looking around in hopes that no one had seen (A/N: Ever seen someone really popular or respected do something really dumb, like trip over their own shoelaces or get locked into a bathroom stall? Well, as much as I like Legolas, no one's perfect!) Thankfully, the only one awake was Sam, and he didn't appear to notice.
Leaping to his feet nimbly, Legolas strode over and sat down next to the fire, which Sam had rekindled.
'Beautiful morning, isn't it, Sam?' he said cheerfully.
'Yes, it certainly is!' said Sam, stifling a giggle. Though having pretended not to notice, Sam of course had seen the whole thing. Not that he held it against the elf. The young hobbit knew that no one was perfect, not even Legolas.
'Where are Aragorn and Frodo? I suppose Frodo got the lecture of his life when Aragorn found him. Pity I was asleep when they got back.' Legolas said casually.
Sam looked up at the elf, surprised. 'You didn't know? They haven't come back yet.'
It was the elf's turn to be surprised. 'What? I thought they'd be back by now!'
Sam gnawed his lip. 'I know. I'm sure Strider can take care of himself, but I'm very worried about Mr. Frodo. You know he has a knack for getting himself into trouble.'
Legolas was equally worried, but he tried to hide it as he rose and put a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder.
'Don't worry, Master Samwise. I'll go out searching for them myself.' Here the elf put on a mock serious face. 'And you can be sure that I'll have a word or two to say to those young scamps when I find them!'
Sam laughed and Legolas strode off into the woods. (A/N: By now you ALL must know what's going to happen! Let's just skip to when he gets to the riverbank.)
Legolas scratched his head in bewilderment. He had never seen anything like this, not in all the centuries he had been in Middle-Earth.
Here were Frodo's tracks, there were Aragorn's. They both went up to the same point, and then they stopped. It was as though they had both disappeared.
Looking up, Legolas saw that behind the moss-covered rocks, there was a clump of willow trees. He knew that Frodo loved to climb trees, and Aragorn had been the same in his younger days. It wasn't much of a possibility, but it was worth taking a look.
Stepping over some of the smaller rocks, Legolas made his way to the willow trees until (A/N: Yes, that's right.) he placed his foot down on the symbol- covered rock.
It was all over in a flash of brilliant light.
A/N: Wow! That's got to be the longest chapter I've ever written for this story! I should get a medal! Anyhoo, does this satisfy your need for longer chapters, Lausie? As always, review! Oh, and though I probably won't get it up tonight, (more likely tomorrow) I'm going to start a silly story about what would happen if I had to babysit a young Frodo. Guess I just read too many depressing fics about Frodo as a kid and decided to write a funny one! Go me. Well, I'd better get started! Oh yeah, and tell me who you want to be sent through the portal next! I'm beginning to run out of creative ideas for getting the Fellowship to touch the odd rock . . .
A/N: Once again, thank you for all the wonderful reviews! They make me so happy! And I'm even happier cuz today's my birthday! I'm thirteen now! *does 'Kit's Funky Little Dance (TM!)'* Anyhoo, I feel so happy that I decided to update all my fics and maybe even post my newest one if I can get it finished tonight. Thanks:
Lady Foxfire: Well, considering you were the only one who told me who they wanted, Legolas it shall be! Oh, and I won't be sending any HP characters into Middle-Earth unless I write a sequel, and I want to finish this first. But thanx for reviewing =D
Lausie: Whoops, sorry. I knew that they sounded similar, but being my naturally dumb self I didn't figure it out. Oh, and don't worry. This chapter will be longer because I now have three sections to write, Frodo in Dumbledore's office, Aragorn on his way to Hogwarts, and Legolas going through the portal. So this should be much longer than the last!
Aramer: You think it's wonderful? Gosh! I didn't know I was THAT good! Lol!
Reigh Evenstar: Eep! I just turned thirteen! I'm too young to die! Oh and don't worry, a frying pan will be included . . . *wields frying pan menacingly* BWAHAHA!
Oh, one last little note before I begin the fic: When I am writing about Frodo and Aragorn, it is night in HP's world. But when I write about Legolas, who is still in Middle-Earth, it's morning. I know it doesn't make sense, but NOTHING about me makes sense.
'CHIRP!'
Frodo jumped about ten feet in the air before whirling around to see what had made the noise.
Sitting upon a handsomely carved wooden perch was a large, beautiful eagle with red and gold plumage. Or at least, Frodo THOUGHT it was an eagle.
The 'eagle' cocked its head to one side and chirped again. Frodo glared at it suspiciously. Was it one of those birds he had heard about killing small animals and eating them bit by bit? Of course, Frodo was NOT a small animal, but because of his size, he was afraid the bird might make hobbit a part of the menu . . .
'Nice birdie?' he said cautiously. 'You don't want to eat me, do you?'
The bird looked at him as though he were totally stupid.
'I suppose not,' said Frodo. Thank Ancalagon that it didn't look hungry. Deciding that he shouldn't bother the bird further, Frodo instead turned his focus to the rest of the study. The first thing that caught his eyes was a glorious sword hanging over the fireplace.
Ah, what a sword! The hilt was silver and studded with rubies, and engraved with pictures of unicorns and griffins and other fantastic beasts.
Standing on tiptoe, Frodo could barely make out the name; Godric Gryffindor carved into the blade. He must have been a great warrior to have owned a sword so magnificent! Frodo thought in admiration.
Moving on, he saw an old, tattered hat sitting on a shelf. Frodo smiled. It looked a little like that ridiculous hat that old Gandalf used to wear.
Frodo now turned his attention to a large pile of books in the corner. He had loved to read while in the Shire, though while traveling with the Fellowship he'd had very little time to curl up with a good book.
Walking over to the pile, he read some of the titles, hoping to find a good one to read until Professor Dumbledore returned.
Quidditch Through the Ages, A Sorcerer's Companion, How to Care for Your Pet Dragon, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Ah! That sounds good!
Frodo immediately set about trying to tug the book from the pile, which was quite hard, because it was wedged between two encyclopedias of magical spells. After much puffing and tugging, Frodo finally managed to pull the book out. Smiling with satisfaction, he looked down at the cover. What he didn't notice was that the pile of books was beginning to teeter.
He looked up. His eyes widened.
'HELP!!' he cried, but his voice was stifled by the avalanche of books that cascaded down around him.
* * * *
Halting on steps to the main door of Hogwarts, Aragorn wiped sweat from his face. What a trek! He was sure that he had spent a good hour and a half hiking through that confounded forest. Finally, he had reached civilization.
Looking up at the castle, Aragorn shook his head in wonder. Magnificent. My compliments to whoever built it, he thought.
Trudging up the final steps, Aragorn halted in front of the large oaken doors. No point in beating around the bush. He brought his fist down on the door, knocking loudly three times.
After several minutes had passed, Aragorn began to think that no one had heard him and began to knock again, but at that moment the door opened and a face peeked around it.
Aragorn's first impression was of a large dragonfly.
The woman wore huge glasses that magnified her eyes to be much larger that the rest of her face. Beads, jewels and amulets dangled about her neck.
'Hello,' said Aragorn politely. 'I was wondering if I could have a word with whoever owns this place?'
'My dear,' the woman breathed. 'I see death stalking you. I fear that you do not have much longer. You shall- No, it is better not to say!' With that she slammed the door shut again, leaving a bewildered Aragorn on the steps.
Suddenly another woman's voice sounded from inside the doors.
'Sibyll? Who was that?'
'Oh, Minerva,' gasped the first woman. 'I saw . . . Death.'
'Oh, enough with that nonsense!' snapped the first woman, and she opened the door. She had a sharp, severe face, and her hair was drawn into a tight bun.
'How may I help you?' said the woman curtly.
'Erm,' began Aragorn, still slightly confused about Sibyll's rants. 'I am a traveler, and I was wondering if I may speak with the leader of this place.'
'Of course,' said the woman. 'I will take you to him. I am Minerva McGonagall, by the way.'
'I am Aragorn,' he said, following her inside. She blanched as she caught a whiff of him (A/N: Imagine a guy who was probably pretty sweaty to begin with who has just been hiking for an hour! Yuck! -)
'This way, said McGonagall, and she lead him up the marble staircase.
* * * *
The morning sun crept over the horizon, shining down on the clearing where the Fellowship rested.
Legolas slept soundly, crouched in a sitting position on a low tree limb. Being asleep, he didn't realize that he had been slowly been slipping off of the branch.
Suddenly he fell off the branch completely, landing flat on his face on the ground. He sat up quickly, rubbing his nose and looking around in hopes that no one had seen (A/N: Ever seen someone really popular or respected do something really dumb, like trip over their own shoelaces or get locked into a bathroom stall? Well, as much as I like Legolas, no one's perfect!) Thankfully, the only one awake was Sam, and he didn't appear to notice.
Leaping to his feet nimbly, Legolas strode over and sat down next to the fire, which Sam had rekindled.
'Beautiful morning, isn't it, Sam?' he said cheerfully.
'Yes, it certainly is!' said Sam, stifling a giggle. Though having pretended not to notice, Sam of course had seen the whole thing. Not that he held it against the elf. The young hobbit knew that no one was perfect, not even Legolas.
'Where are Aragorn and Frodo? I suppose Frodo got the lecture of his life when Aragorn found him. Pity I was asleep when they got back.' Legolas said casually.
Sam looked up at the elf, surprised. 'You didn't know? They haven't come back yet.'
It was the elf's turn to be surprised. 'What? I thought they'd be back by now!'
Sam gnawed his lip. 'I know. I'm sure Strider can take care of himself, but I'm very worried about Mr. Frodo. You know he has a knack for getting himself into trouble.'
Legolas was equally worried, but he tried to hide it as he rose and put a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder.
'Don't worry, Master Samwise. I'll go out searching for them myself.' Here the elf put on a mock serious face. 'And you can be sure that I'll have a word or two to say to those young scamps when I find them!'
Sam laughed and Legolas strode off into the woods. (A/N: By now you ALL must know what's going to happen! Let's just skip to when he gets to the riverbank.)
Legolas scratched his head in bewilderment. He had never seen anything like this, not in all the centuries he had been in Middle-Earth.
Here were Frodo's tracks, there were Aragorn's. They both went up to the same point, and then they stopped. It was as though they had both disappeared.
Looking up, Legolas saw that behind the moss-covered rocks, there was a clump of willow trees. He knew that Frodo loved to climb trees, and Aragorn had been the same in his younger days. It wasn't much of a possibility, but it was worth taking a look.
Stepping over some of the smaller rocks, Legolas made his way to the willow trees until (A/N: Yes, that's right.) he placed his foot down on the symbol- covered rock.
It was all over in a flash of brilliant light.
A/N: Wow! That's got to be the longest chapter I've ever written for this story! I should get a medal! Anyhoo, does this satisfy your need for longer chapters, Lausie? As always, review! Oh, and though I probably won't get it up tonight, (more likely tomorrow) I'm going to start a silly story about what would happen if I had to babysit a young Frodo. Guess I just read too many depressing fics about Frodo as a kid and decided to write a funny one! Go me. Well, I'd better get started! Oh yeah, and tell me who you want to be sent through the portal next! I'm beginning to run out of creative ideas for getting the Fellowship to touch the odd rock . . .