A/N: I thought two chapters would me more explanatory than just one, so here's number 2! Please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, blah blah blah….
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Chapter 2: Meeting the Allies
After several hours of searching, Harry's eyes felt as if they'd fall out of his head. In the hundred or so tomes he'd searched, he had found nothing to help him. The exhausted young wizard was about to give up when a particularly dusty volume caught his eye. It's title was, "Spells for War-Weary Wizards" He figured, "Hell, I'll give it a try." He pulled it off of the shelf and lugged it over to the table. Dust billowed off of the pages of the old book. Flipping through several pages revealed nothing to be of interest.
Then, he saw one, a spell that might help their cause. It was supposed to bring the people who could help solve your problem to your aid. Harry had no idea who they'd be, but as of now, that didn't matter. They needed help. So he drew his wand and read the words, "Summos Aidia!" As soon as he'd cast the spell there was a band and a bright light and suddenly he was surrounded by people, or at least they looked like people, but he wasn't sure if they were all human. Three of them looked human enough, although one of them had an amazingly long bushy beard, a fascinatingly odd pointy hat, and carried a gnarled staff. There were four creatures who looked like short people, but their odd ears and big bare hairy feet gave them away as being something else entirely. Another of the group looked like a very tall man, but his pointy ears gave Harry the feeling he was some form of elf. The last was very stout and could be called a man, but he was so unnaturally short, and the fact that he had a beard to rival the old man with the hat, told Harry that he was more likely a dwarf.
The man with the pointy hat and staff stepped forward and asked, "Could you tell us who you are and why we are here? Where is 'here', anyway?"
Harry, a bit intimidated by that hat, answered in as unwavering voice as he could muster, "I'm Harry Potter, a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in England. That's where you are right now."
The group of strangers exchanged weird looks. One of the short people with hairy feet asked, "Where is this in Middle Earth? Are we near Rohan?"
Harry was confused. Middle Earth? Is this short fellow out of his bloody mind? "We're not in Middle Earth. We're on just plain Earth, a planet. Obviously, we're talking about completely different realms."
The dwarf-looking man came forward and said, "Well, forget about that for now. Why are we here?"
Harry wondered if they'd understand this at all; "You're here because I cast a spell that would bring the people that could most help us defeat our enemy to my presence, and it brought you."
One of the other humans, who looked like he hadn't showered in ages, gave him a look of apprehension. "Who is your enemy?"
The young wizard wondered why the stranger could want to know who it was, but he answered, "Most people here call him You-Know-Who, or the Dark Lord…"
Pointy-hat-man's eyes grew wide and said, "Sauron?"
Harry shook his head 'no' and replied, "Voldemort. I can see you have a tale to tell. Let's go up to the common room, we can talk more there. Oh, before we go, would you mind introducing yourselves, so I can address you properly??"
So, Pointy-Hat-Man stepped forward and said, "I am Gandalf, the wizard. The two other men are Aragorn and Boromir. The elf is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. That stout little man is Gimli, the dwarf. The other short ones are Hobbits, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin." As their names were called, the respective person raised his hand.
Harry smiled and said, "It's wonderful to meet you all. Now, off we go."
With those words, Harry scrunched the four short men and the dwarf-man and himself under the invisibility cloak (it was a rather tight fit) and gave Gandalf directions from behind. And off they went.