CHAPTER TWO- ELEVENSIE
"Middle-Earth??" Sirius demanded.
"Yes. Where did you THINK you were?" Aragorn asked.
"I-the-but-" Sirius stopped and thought for a moment. "Okay maybe this a dream."
"That we are all experiencing?" Fred asked, folding his arms.
"We could be." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"This is just great. I go to bed and wake up to find not only am I not home or in England- but I am with Potter, a bunch of Weasleys, an accused murderer, Dumbledore, a stupid house-elf and nine weird freaky people!" Draco growled.
"Shut your trap, Malfoy." George snapped.
"He is NOT an elf." Legolas said.
"But I is, sir! I is!" Dobby squeaked, hiding behind Harry.
"We must be going. Good luck finding your way back to. wherever you came from." Gandalf said.
"Wait, Gandalf. How do we know they are not spies for Sauron?" Aragorn asked.
"We're not 'spies' for anyone." Sirius snapped.
"And we are supposed to believe you?" Aragorn demanded.
"Yeah!" Sirius snapped back. The two glared ferociously at each other when suddenly a cucumber and tomato appeared and the-
**STOP THE STORY!**
What did I do NOW?!
**WE ARE NOT HAVING VEGGIETALES!**
But Larry is so cute!
**NO VEGGIETALES! TAKE THEM OUT!**
Oh you're no fun anymore. Okay. The two glared ferociously at each other, when the short one named Meriodoc stepped forward.
"How about we just sit down and have a nice Elevensies?"
"Good idea Merry." Peregrin said, grinning.
"Thank you Pippin." Merry replied with an equally wide grin.
"We must keep going. Who knows how close the spies of Sauron could be." Gandalf said.
"They could be right here." Aragorn said, glaring at the eight.
"If you don't stop glaring at me, I'll make you." Sirius snarled at him.
"Go right on ahead." Aragorn said, drawing out his sword.
"Why don't we all sit down and eat?" Pippin asked, staring at a frying pan hopefully.
"Yes. Eat." Merry said, nodding furiously so in the end, an Elevensies was cooked and the seventeen sat about eating.
"So are you two related or something?" Fred asked Merry, indicating Pippin who was gobbling his food just as fast as Ron was his.
"Sort of." Merry said.
"So, how come you're so short?" George asked Samwise.
"I am a hobbit." Samwise replied.
"Oh a HOBBIT." George said with a laugh. "Wait, that's something you do often that you like. Or is it something you do without knowing?"
"HOBBIT!" Samwise snapped. "Not hobby or habit. Hobbit."
"So where are you heading?" Gandalf asked Dumbledore.
"Home, hopefully." The other wizard replied.
"I think we're having an eating contest over here." Frodo laughed, looking at Ron and Pippin.
"You're not an elf. You don't look anything LIKE an elf." Legolas was informing Dobby.
"But I am an elf, sir. I am!" Dobby exclaimed, serving Harry his food.
"That's a better elf then you." Gimli said with a laugh.
"Say that again and you shall find an arrow in your head." Legolas said, with his eyes narrowed. The seventeen otherwise ate in complete peace. Until they got down to the last bit of food which Ron and Pippin fought over. While they were fighting, Merry ate it and the Elevensie was over.
"Well, we must be going." Gandalf said, peering into the distance.
"Do you have an idea how we could get back home?" Dumbledore asked, brushing crumbs off his beard. Whilst the two conversed, Sirius and Aragorn were once more glaring at each other.
"Wave that sword at me again and I'll-"
"You'll what?" Aragorn demanded.
"Sirius." Harry stepped forward.
"He's the one rushing around poking swords at people." Sirius grumbled.
"I do not!" Aragorn snapped.
"Bet he can't even fight without his sword."
"I can." Aragorn hissed.
"Sirius PLEASE, don't start anything." Harry begged.
"It's already started." Aragorn threw aside his sword and held up his fists.
"Sirius." Harry begged but Sirius was rolling up his sleeves. "Dumbledore!" He called. Dumbledore glanced over and sighed. He walked over and placed himself between the two.
"Yes you better not fight, Aragorn. He is an amazing fighter." Frodo said. Harry felt slightly hurt.
"Sirius is a good fighter."
"Good but not as good as Aragorn." Frodo said. Harry turned towards him.
"Sirius could easily beat Aragorn."
"Aragorn could beat him with his hands tied behind his back."
"Oh yeah?!"
"Yes." The two glared at each other.
"Please we musn't fight! They just fed us." Dumbledore said.
"Though this guy ate most of it." Samwise said, looking at Ron.
"Hardly!"
"HARDLY?!"
"Yes. Hardly." Ron said delicately, folding his arms. Suddenly they were all caught up in a stampede of African animals all heading to see the birth of the new lion-
**NO!**
No?
**NO!!!!!**
Oh. okay. Fine. Then I guess this is the end of the chapter.
**FINE JUST NO LION KING!**
No Lion King, no VeggieTales, no Spanish Inquistion.
**THAT IS CORRECT!**
Party pooper.
**I HEARD THAT!**
Who the heck are you anyway?!
**YOU'LL FIND OUT LATER.**
Hmph.
"Middle-Earth??" Sirius demanded.
"Yes. Where did you THINK you were?" Aragorn asked.
"I-the-but-" Sirius stopped and thought for a moment. "Okay maybe this a dream."
"That we are all experiencing?" Fred asked, folding his arms.
"We could be." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"This is just great. I go to bed and wake up to find not only am I not home or in England- but I am with Potter, a bunch of Weasleys, an accused murderer, Dumbledore, a stupid house-elf and nine weird freaky people!" Draco growled.
"Shut your trap, Malfoy." George snapped.
"He is NOT an elf." Legolas said.
"But I is, sir! I is!" Dobby squeaked, hiding behind Harry.
"We must be going. Good luck finding your way back to. wherever you came from." Gandalf said.
"Wait, Gandalf. How do we know they are not spies for Sauron?" Aragorn asked.
"We're not 'spies' for anyone." Sirius snapped.
"And we are supposed to believe you?" Aragorn demanded.
"Yeah!" Sirius snapped back. The two glared ferociously at each other when suddenly a cucumber and tomato appeared and the-
**STOP THE STORY!**
What did I do NOW?!
**WE ARE NOT HAVING VEGGIETALES!**
But Larry is so cute!
**NO VEGGIETALES! TAKE THEM OUT!**
Oh you're no fun anymore. Okay. The two glared ferociously at each other, when the short one named Meriodoc stepped forward.
"How about we just sit down and have a nice Elevensies?"
"Good idea Merry." Peregrin said, grinning.
"Thank you Pippin." Merry replied with an equally wide grin.
"We must keep going. Who knows how close the spies of Sauron could be." Gandalf said.
"They could be right here." Aragorn said, glaring at the eight.
"If you don't stop glaring at me, I'll make you." Sirius snarled at him.
"Go right on ahead." Aragorn said, drawing out his sword.
"Why don't we all sit down and eat?" Pippin asked, staring at a frying pan hopefully.
"Yes. Eat." Merry said, nodding furiously so in the end, an Elevensies was cooked and the seventeen sat about eating.
"So are you two related or something?" Fred asked Merry, indicating Pippin who was gobbling his food just as fast as Ron was his.
"Sort of." Merry said.
"So, how come you're so short?" George asked Samwise.
"I am a hobbit." Samwise replied.
"Oh a HOBBIT." George said with a laugh. "Wait, that's something you do often that you like. Or is it something you do without knowing?"
"HOBBIT!" Samwise snapped. "Not hobby or habit. Hobbit."
"So where are you heading?" Gandalf asked Dumbledore.
"Home, hopefully." The other wizard replied.
"I think we're having an eating contest over here." Frodo laughed, looking at Ron and Pippin.
"You're not an elf. You don't look anything LIKE an elf." Legolas was informing Dobby.
"But I am an elf, sir. I am!" Dobby exclaimed, serving Harry his food.
"That's a better elf then you." Gimli said with a laugh.
"Say that again and you shall find an arrow in your head." Legolas said, with his eyes narrowed. The seventeen otherwise ate in complete peace. Until they got down to the last bit of food which Ron and Pippin fought over. While they were fighting, Merry ate it and the Elevensie was over.
"Well, we must be going." Gandalf said, peering into the distance.
"Do you have an idea how we could get back home?" Dumbledore asked, brushing crumbs off his beard. Whilst the two conversed, Sirius and Aragorn were once more glaring at each other.
"Wave that sword at me again and I'll-"
"You'll what?" Aragorn demanded.
"Sirius." Harry stepped forward.
"He's the one rushing around poking swords at people." Sirius grumbled.
"I do not!" Aragorn snapped.
"Bet he can't even fight without his sword."
"I can." Aragorn hissed.
"Sirius PLEASE, don't start anything." Harry begged.
"It's already started." Aragorn threw aside his sword and held up his fists.
"Sirius." Harry begged but Sirius was rolling up his sleeves. "Dumbledore!" He called. Dumbledore glanced over and sighed. He walked over and placed himself between the two.
"Yes you better not fight, Aragorn. He is an amazing fighter." Frodo said. Harry felt slightly hurt.
"Sirius is a good fighter."
"Good but not as good as Aragorn." Frodo said. Harry turned towards him.
"Sirius could easily beat Aragorn."
"Aragorn could beat him with his hands tied behind his back."
"Oh yeah?!"
"Yes." The two glared at each other.
"Please we musn't fight! They just fed us." Dumbledore said.
"Though this guy ate most of it." Samwise said, looking at Ron.
"Hardly!"
"HARDLY?!"
"Yes. Hardly." Ron said delicately, folding his arms. Suddenly they were all caught up in a stampede of African animals all heading to see the birth of the new lion-
**NO!**
No?
**NO!!!!!**
Oh. okay. Fine. Then I guess this is the end of the chapter.
**FINE JUST NO LION KING!**
No Lion King, no VeggieTales, no Spanish Inquistion.
**THAT IS CORRECT!**
Party pooper.
**I HEARD THAT!**
Who the heck are you anyway?!
**YOU'LL FIND OUT LATER.**
Hmph.