A/N: Here's the second chapter. I don't own any of the books that may be
mentioned in this chapter. Legolas rocks. Please review.
THE MEETING
Meeting the Dark
Will and Bran heaved the rock out of the ground. Dropping it to one side they looked where it had been. A brown sack lay in the hole covered in dirt. Will pulled it up and unwrapped it. The sword Eirias fell out onto the ground. Bran picked it up looking at in wonder. Arthur's son hefted the large sword and gave it a few swings. While he was working with the sword Will pulled out the sword-belt and scabbard.
"Sheath it Bran. We don't want anyone to see it and it's a great day for tourists, especially here."
"You're right. I only wish we knew what to do."
"So do I Bran but I think we'll know soon. Let's head back to the farm."
At the farm Will and Bran sat at the kitchen table sipping tea. Will's Aunt Jen was bustling around making dinner. "Where have you two boys been all day?" asked Aunt Jen.
"Oh, up at Happy Valley and Carn March Arthur. That kind of place," said Bran.
"Didn't you go up there last summer?"
"Oh yeah, but I really liked the lake and wanted to see it again," lied Will.
"That's nice dears. Why don't you go check on the dogs?" said Aunt Jen, preoccupied.
Will and Bran walked outside to the dog pen and pushed open the gate. At once they were assailed by the power of the Dark. The dogs were growling viciously at something in the corner of the pen. Will walked forward and pushed aside some dirt.
"A warestone, look!" Bran walked over and examined the small white pebble.
Will tried to pick it up. He knew it would be hopeless but he tried anyway. When he touched it there was a sudden rush of time and he and Bran found themselves on the edge of a great lake.
"What is this place?" asked Bran.
"I don't know," replied Will.
A Meeting with the Headmistress
Lyra and Will walked toward the headmistresses' office. "Dame Hannah will understand that I have to leave. She'll know it's important," Lyra was saying.
"But if she asks where we're going or what we need to do what do we say?" That stumped Lyra.
"I don't know. I guess we'll have to tell her that."
They had reached a solid oak door and Lyra raised her hand to knock. A light voice called from inside, "Who is it?"
"It's Lyra, Dame Hannah; and my friend Will."
"Ah yes. Come in. What did you need to see me about?"
"Well it's kind of difficult to explain. You see, Will has a special knife but we were forced to break it a year ago only, now it's come back and we think there is something important that we must do and that the work we started before en't finished."
"I see. Well, actually I don't, but I understand that you need to leave. Very well, you have my permission but I expect you to tell me all about your adventures when you return."
"Yes ma'am," said Lyra, and giving a half curtsey she pulled Will to his feet and they left the office. "Where to now?" asked Will.
"Just open a window. Let's see where we end up."
Will nodded and cut a window in the air. The world it opened on to was beautiful. There was a large outcropping of rocks on top of a hill. A few stunted trees grew up in various places and there were mountains in the distance. "It's lovely," gasped Lyra and Will agreed. He had never seen any place as nice as this, except perhaps the world of the mulefa (A/N: mulefa rule!). Together they stepped out into the new world.
Meeting the Fellowship
Harry, Ron, and Hermione felt their feet touch ground and then their vision cleared. They were in a courtyard surrounded by weird looking people.
"Um, Hello. Could you tell us where we are?"
"You are in Rivendell. The Last Homely Home."
"Oh," said Ron, "and where's that?"
"Middle Earth."
"Oh. Who are you?"
"I am Lord Elrond and this is the Fellowship of the Ring. Their names are Frodo Baggins, Gandalf the Grey, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli son of Gloin, Boromir son of Denethor, Samwise Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck, and Pippin Took."
"Oh. That's nice. What are their names again?"
Elrond groaned and Gandalf stepped forward. "I think the question is, young man. Who are you?"
"I'm Ron Weasley and this is Hermione Granger and this is Harry Potter. We're from Hogwarts."
"Where is Hogwarts?"
"I dunno. England somewhere I guess."
"Where is England?"
"Oh!" said Legolas suddenly, "England means 'place of many mountains' in Elvish (A/N: that's total b*lls*ht). It must be somewhere in the north."
"I guess so. But I've never heard of Middle Earth."
"I have. I read about it in a book. It's another world," said Hermione.
"Oh that helps us Hermione," complained Harry, "We don't know how to get back to Hogwarts. Snape'll kill us if we're late to his class."
"We have no idea where we are and you're worried what Snape'll think!? Harry, think of it this way. We're getting out of Snape's class."
"That still doesn't help us to get back," commented Hermione, "we have to go save the world from You-Know-Who"
"Who is that?" asked Pippin.
"An evil Dark Lord in our world," said Harry.
"That's cool!" exclaimed Merry, "We've got one too!"
"Hush up Merry!" said Sam.
"What? It can't do any harm can it? I mean, they aren't from the dark side and if they were, they don't know that Frodo there's got the ring."
"Now they do Merry," said Frodo, exasperated.
"Opps."
"Ring? What ring?"
"If I may intervene," said Elrond in his most graceful voice, "it seems to me that you three are clearly disoriented by the new surroundings and that what you need is some good food and a night's rest. We shall discuss what to do in the morning. And to you nine I would advise the same. You will need your strength. However, our guests might need to travel with you in order to find their way back so you shall not leave until two nights hence. No arguments," he concluded noticing that Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, and Aragorn were about to argue.
Everyone nodded and left to go to their respective rooms except for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Um. Where do we go Mr. Lord Elrond sir?"
"Ah yes. Follow me, I will find you accommodations."
The next day Harry & Co. walked into the courtyard where the Council was held dressed in new elvish style clothes (A/N: they're the latest fashion all over Middle Earth). The Fellowship and Elrond was already there waiting for them. "Take your seats," said Elrond gesturing at three empty seats.
They sat down nervously; unsure of what to do.
"Well, umm. What now?"
"Neither I nor the Lord Glorfindel knows what needs to be done in order to return you to your home. We have decided it would be best to send you with the Fellowship. They shall be traveling to Lothlorien. The Lady of the Wood will know what to do with you," said Elrond, "That is all. You leave with the Fellowship in the morning."
THE MEETING
Meeting the Dark
Will and Bran heaved the rock out of the ground. Dropping it to one side they looked where it had been. A brown sack lay in the hole covered in dirt. Will pulled it up and unwrapped it. The sword Eirias fell out onto the ground. Bran picked it up looking at in wonder. Arthur's son hefted the large sword and gave it a few swings. While he was working with the sword Will pulled out the sword-belt and scabbard.
"Sheath it Bran. We don't want anyone to see it and it's a great day for tourists, especially here."
"You're right. I only wish we knew what to do."
"So do I Bran but I think we'll know soon. Let's head back to the farm."
At the farm Will and Bran sat at the kitchen table sipping tea. Will's Aunt Jen was bustling around making dinner. "Where have you two boys been all day?" asked Aunt Jen.
"Oh, up at Happy Valley and Carn March Arthur. That kind of place," said Bran.
"Didn't you go up there last summer?"
"Oh yeah, but I really liked the lake and wanted to see it again," lied Will.
"That's nice dears. Why don't you go check on the dogs?" said Aunt Jen, preoccupied.
Will and Bran walked outside to the dog pen and pushed open the gate. At once they were assailed by the power of the Dark. The dogs were growling viciously at something in the corner of the pen. Will walked forward and pushed aside some dirt.
"A warestone, look!" Bran walked over and examined the small white pebble.
Will tried to pick it up. He knew it would be hopeless but he tried anyway. When he touched it there was a sudden rush of time and he and Bran found themselves on the edge of a great lake.
"What is this place?" asked Bran.
"I don't know," replied Will.
A Meeting with the Headmistress
Lyra and Will walked toward the headmistresses' office. "Dame Hannah will understand that I have to leave. She'll know it's important," Lyra was saying.
"But if she asks where we're going or what we need to do what do we say?" That stumped Lyra.
"I don't know. I guess we'll have to tell her that."
They had reached a solid oak door and Lyra raised her hand to knock. A light voice called from inside, "Who is it?"
"It's Lyra, Dame Hannah; and my friend Will."
"Ah yes. Come in. What did you need to see me about?"
"Well it's kind of difficult to explain. You see, Will has a special knife but we were forced to break it a year ago only, now it's come back and we think there is something important that we must do and that the work we started before en't finished."
"I see. Well, actually I don't, but I understand that you need to leave. Very well, you have my permission but I expect you to tell me all about your adventures when you return."
"Yes ma'am," said Lyra, and giving a half curtsey she pulled Will to his feet and they left the office. "Where to now?" asked Will.
"Just open a window. Let's see where we end up."
Will nodded and cut a window in the air. The world it opened on to was beautiful. There was a large outcropping of rocks on top of a hill. A few stunted trees grew up in various places and there were mountains in the distance. "It's lovely," gasped Lyra and Will agreed. He had never seen any place as nice as this, except perhaps the world of the mulefa (A/N: mulefa rule!). Together they stepped out into the new world.
Meeting the Fellowship
Harry, Ron, and Hermione felt their feet touch ground and then their vision cleared. They were in a courtyard surrounded by weird looking people.
"Um, Hello. Could you tell us where we are?"
"You are in Rivendell. The Last Homely Home."
"Oh," said Ron, "and where's that?"
"Middle Earth."
"Oh. Who are you?"
"I am Lord Elrond and this is the Fellowship of the Ring. Their names are Frodo Baggins, Gandalf the Grey, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli son of Gloin, Boromir son of Denethor, Samwise Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck, and Pippin Took."
"Oh. That's nice. What are their names again?"
Elrond groaned and Gandalf stepped forward. "I think the question is, young man. Who are you?"
"I'm Ron Weasley and this is Hermione Granger and this is Harry Potter. We're from Hogwarts."
"Where is Hogwarts?"
"I dunno. England somewhere I guess."
"Where is England?"
"Oh!" said Legolas suddenly, "England means 'place of many mountains' in Elvish (A/N: that's total b*lls*ht). It must be somewhere in the north."
"I guess so. But I've never heard of Middle Earth."
"I have. I read about it in a book. It's another world," said Hermione.
"Oh that helps us Hermione," complained Harry, "We don't know how to get back to Hogwarts. Snape'll kill us if we're late to his class."
"We have no idea where we are and you're worried what Snape'll think!? Harry, think of it this way. We're getting out of Snape's class."
"That still doesn't help us to get back," commented Hermione, "we have to go save the world from You-Know-Who"
"Who is that?" asked Pippin.
"An evil Dark Lord in our world," said Harry.
"That's cool!" exclaimed Merry, "We've got one too!"
"Hush up Merry!" said Sam.
"What? It can't do any harm can it? I mean, they aren't from the dark side and if they were, they don't know that Frodo there's got the ring."
"Now they do Merry," said Frodo, exasperated.
"Opps."
"Ring? What ring?"
"If I may intervene," said Elrond in his most graceful voice, "it seems to me that you three are clearly disoriented by the new surroundings and that what you need is some good food and a night's rest. We shall discuss what to do in the morning. And to you nine I would advise the same. You will need your strength. However, our guests might need to travel with you in order to find their way back so you shall not leave until two nights hence. No arguments," he concluded noticing that Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, and Aragorn were about to argue.
Everyone nodded and left to go to their respective rooms except for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Um. Where do we go Mr. Lord Elrond sir?"
"Ah yes. Follow me, I will find you accommodations."
The next day Harry & Co. walked into the courtyard where the Council was held dressed in new elvish style clothes (A/N: they're the latest fashion all over Middle Earth). The Fellowship and Elrond was already there waiting for them. "Take your seats," said Elrond gesturing at three empty seats.
They sat down nervously; unsure of what to do.
"Well, umm. What now?"
"Neither I nor the Lord Glorfindel knows what needs to be done in order to return you to your home. We have decided it would be best to send you with the Fellowship. They shall be traveling to Lothlorien. The Lady of the Wood will know what to do with you," said Elrond, "That is all. You leave with the Fellowship in the morning."