"Wow," said Pippin, looking at the enchanted ceiling. "I can see
right through to the stars!"
"I'm sure this is a pleasant room to be in during a rainstorm," Sam grumbled.
"For some reason," said Merry uneasily, "I feel out of place."
"I don't know, Merry," Pippin replied, "Could it be that we are the only people without shoes on, or maybe it's something more obvious than that. If you haven't noticed, there are no other hobbits here but us!"
"I don't know about this," Sam shook his head. "It just doesn't seem right. What business have we in a magical school?"
"Well," said Frodo optimistically, "look at it as an opportunity to learn something new."
"My gaffer always said," Sam stated matter-of-factly, "You can't teach an old dog new tricks, especially you Samwise."
The others groaned.
"Do us a favor, Sam," said Merry, "forget what your gaffer said for once!"
"Will all first years please come forward for the sorting ceremony," said a wizard that much resembled Gandalf.
At that, a large mass of first year students congregated in the front of the hall followed closely by the four hobbits. In alphabetical order, each student was called to the front one by one. Frodo was the first of the hobbits to be called. He sat on a stool and a hat was placed on his head. It was not quite a pretty hat, you see, for this was the Sorting Hat, a grumbling, ratty, mangy wizard's hat that was much too large for Frodo's hobbit-sized cranium.
Suddenly, Frodo jumped. The hat began to speak in Frodo's mind. This being nearly the same experience as some of his 'conversations' with the Lady Galadriel, Frodo regained his composure quickly.
"Griffindor!" shouted the hat.
"If you don't mind me asking," said Frodo politely, "what is a 'griffindor'?"
The older wizards sitting at a table behind him chuckled. A woman with dark hair twisted in a bun, glasses on the end of her nose and green robes came to Frodo's side.
"That is the house you are to be placed in," she said. "Go sit at that table over there."
Frodo thanked the woman and took his seat.
Merry soon followed Frodo to the Griffindor table, as did Sam. Pippin, on the other hand, was giving the hat quite a hard decision.
"But I have to put you in Hufflepuff," explained the hat, "it is your destiny!"
"I don't care," said Pippin stubbornly, "I can change my destiny to whatever I want, and I want to go to Griffith-door-mabob."
"You mean 'Griffindor'?" asked the talking hat.
"That's what I said." "Fine, I give up," said the hat. "Griffindor!"
With a smile on his face, Pippin sat down next to Merry at the Griffindor table.
"What was that all about, Pip?" asked Merry.
"He was about to put me in the asthma house!" said Pippin.
The boy sitting next to the hobbit shook his head. He had messy black hair, round glasses and had been listening to the whole conversation.
"It's not the 'asthma house'," said the boy in an annoyed tone, "it's Hufflepuff."
"Whatever," said Pippin.
"Now there's a nasty scar," Merry whispered in Frodo's ear.
"We ought to recommend him to Elrond," said Frodo. "He's a genius with fixing scars!"
"How'd you get that scar there," asked Pippin.
"I got it from the dark Lord," said the boy (who you all have determined to be Harry Potter, I hope), "When I was just a baby."
"Sauron's been here?" Frodo asked nervously. "But I thought he was gone! I destroyed his stupid ring!"
"Who?" asked Harry. "No, this guy's name is Voldemort. But not many say it aloud."
"Why?" asked Pippin. "I bet Sauron was twenty times scarier than this lad and everyone said his name! In fact, we had a little song about him!"
"No," shouted Merry, "Not the song!"
"(To the tune of 'Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer) You know Elrond and Gandalf and Thrandu'l and Beren; Haldir and Strider and Bilbo and Durin, but do you recall the most famous tough guy of all?"
"NOOOOOOOO!" the hobbits rushed to shut his mouth.
"Sauron the scary Dark Lord, had a very shiny ring--"
"SHUT UP!!!!"
"Fine," said Pippin in a dignified manner, "I can take a hint!"
"My name's Harry," laughed the boy. "But you probably already know that."
"Why would we already know that?" asked Merry.
"Well," Harry was puzzled, "Everybody seems to know me."
"Oh," the hobbits all exchanged glances.
"This is Ron," said Harry pointing to his red-haired friend. "And this is Hermione."
"Yeah," said Pippin, "We met Ron at the train station." "Really?" asked Harry, giving a sharp glance at Ron. "Why didn't you tell me about them before?"
"I did, Harry," said Ron. "You just weren't paying attention. You know, sometimes I feel like you only keep me around just so you can have a lovable sidekick."
"You know that's not true!" Harry said with a suspicious look in his eye. "You're my friend!"
"Ok," Ron cheered up.
Suddenly, vast amounts of food appeared on the table before them.
"I'm beginning to like this place!" said Pippin with a wide grin.
Soon, all conversation ceased between the hobbits, as their mouths were too full of the food in front of them.
"I'm sure this is a pleasant room to be in during a rainstorm," Sam grumbled.
"For some reason," said Merry uneasily, "I feel out of place."
"I don't know, Merry," Pippin replied, "Could it be that we are the only people without shoes on, or maybe it's something more obvious than that. If you haven't noticed, there are no other hobbits here but us!"
"I don't know about this," Sam shook his head. "It just doesn't seem right. What business have we in a magical school?"
"Well," said Frodo optimistically, "look at it as an opportunity to learn something new."
"My gaffer always said," Sam stated matter-of-factly, "You can't teach an old dog new tricks, especially you Samwise."
The others groaned.
"Do us a favor, Sam," said Merry, "forget what your gaffer said for once!"
"Will all first years please come forward for the sorting ceremony," said a wizard that much resembled Gandalf.
At that, a large mass of first year students congregated in the front of the hall followed closely by the four hobbits. In alphabetical order, each student was called to the front one by one. Frodo was the first of the hobbits to be called. He sat on a stool and a hat was placed on his head. It was not quite a pretty hat, you see, for this was the Sorting Hat, a grumbling, ratty, mangy wizard's hat that was much too large for Frodo's hobbit-sized cranium.
Suddenly, Frodo jumped. The hat began to speak in Frodo's mind. This being nearly the same experience as some of his 'conversations' with the Lady Galadriel, Frodo regained his composure quickly.
"Griffindor!" shouted the hat.
"If you don't mind me asking," said Frodo politely, "what is a 'griffindor'?"
The older wizards sitting at a table behind him chuckled. A woman with dark hair twisted in a bun, glasses on the end of her nose and green robes came to Frodo's side.
"That is the house you are to be placed in," she said. "Go sit at that table over there."
Frodo thanked the woman and took his seat.
Merry soon followed Frodo to the Griffindor table, as did Sam. Pippin, on the other hand, was giving the hat quite a hard decision.
"But I have to put you in Hufflepuff," explained the hat, "it is your destiny!"
"I don't care," said Pippin stubbornly, "I can change my destiny to whatever I want, and I want to go to Griffith-door-mabob."
"You mean 'Griffindor'?" asked the talking hat.
"That's what I said." "Fine, I give up," said the hat. "Griffindor!"
With a smile on his face, Pippin sat down next to Merry at the Griffindor table.
"What was that all about, Pip?" asked Merry.
"He was about to put me in the asthma house!" said Pippin.
The boy sitting next to the hobbit shook his head. He had messy black hair, round glasses and had been listening to the whole conversation.
"It's not the 'asthma house'," said the boy in an annoyed tone, "it's Hufflepuff."
"Whatever," said Pippin.
"Now there's a nasty scar," Merry whispered in Frodo's ear.
"We ought to recommend him to Elrond," said Frodo. "He's a genius with fixing scars!"
"How'd you get that scar there," asked Pippin.
"I got it from the dark Lord," said the boy (who you all have determined to be Harry Potter, I hope), "When I was just a baby."
"Sauron's been here?" Frodo asked nervously. "But I thought he was gone! I destroyed his stupid ring!"
"Who?" asked Harry. "No, this guy's name is Voldemort. But not many say it aloud."
"Why?" asked Pippin. "I bet Sauron was twenty times scarier than this lad and everyone said his name! In fact, we had a little song about him!"
"No," shouted Merry, "Not the song!"
"(To the tune of 'Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer) You know Elrond and Gandalf and Thrandu'l and Beren; Haldir and Strider and Bilbo and Durin, but do you recall the most famous tough guy of all?"
"NOOOOOOOO!" the hobbits rushed to shut his mouth.
"Sauron the scary Dark Lord, had a very shiny ring--"
"SHUT UP!!!!"
"Fine," said Pippin in a dignified manner, "I can take a hint!"
"My name's Harry," laughed the boy. "But you probably already know that."
"Why would we already know that?" asked Merry.
"Well," Harry was puzzled, "Everybody seems to know me."
"Oh," the hobbits all exchanged glances.
"This is Ron," said Harry pointing to his red-haired friend. "And this is Hermione."
"Yeah," said Pippin, "We met Ron at the train station." "Really?" asked Harry, giving a sharp glance at Ron. "Why didn't you tell me about them before?"
"I did, Harry," said Ron. "You just weren't paying attention. You know, sometimes I feel like you only keep me around just so you can have a lovable sidekick."
"You know that's not true!" Harry said with a suspicious look in his eye. "You're my friend!"
"Ok," Ron cheered up.
Suddenly, vast amounts of food appeared on the table before them.
"I'm beginning to like this place!" said Pippin with a wide grin.
Soon, all conversation ceased between the hobbits, as their mouths were too full of the food in front of them.