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Chapter2 ~*~
Pippin woke up in a strange place. He had never seen anything like it in his whole life. Moving paintings. That was something new. He tried to sit up but fell back down on his pillow with a plop from the pain. That's when it all came back to him. Frodo and the ring and the Fellowship and the mines and... Gandalf and Lothlorien... and the river... and the crash.
"Where am I," he thought out loud?
"I was wondering the same thing," said the familiar voice of Merry from his rigft. "Merry, do you remember it all," he asked turning his head so he could see his friend on the bed next to him?
"As much as you, I guess," Merry said with a smile.
"Have you seen any of the others," Pippin asked?
"Gimli is on my right and I think Aragorn is on your left," Merry said.
"Did you see the paintings," he asked?
"Strangest thing I ever saw," Merry laughed painfully.
"You're awake," said a kind voice from Merry's right.
"Who are you," Merry asked the lady standing next to him?
"My name is Madame Pomfrey. I've been taking care of you this past week," the lady smiled.
"Week," Pippin exclaimed, "We've been asleep for a week and we haven't eaten anything!"
"You are funny little people," Madame Pomfrey laughed.
"Hobbits, if you please," Merry said.
"Of course, it's just, I didn't think you still existed," she said smiling.
"Mister Frodo! That picture laughed at me," Sam exclaimed from his bed across from Pippin.
"Yes Sam, it did," Frodo laughed.
"Ah, your friends are awake," Madame Pomfrey said smiling, "You should all be fine by lunch time. Now, drink this."
Merry and Pippin took a cup from the tray she was holding and drank it.
"Tastes like... mud," Pippin said.
"Go to sleep. When you wake up, you will be fully healed," she said walking over to Sam and Frodo and giving them the same thing. Pippins' eyes felt heavy and he drifted off into a deep sleep.
~*~
"I wonder how those people are doing," Hermione whispered to Harry at breakfast a week later.
"I don't know, but it seems that no one else knows about them yet so had better keep quiet," Harry said.
After breakfast they went to their classes. After that, they came back for lunch. When everyone was seated, Dumbledore stood up and called for quiet.
"As most of you don't know, we have some visitors. They have been with Madame Pomfrey for the past week. They will be joining us for lunch today," Dumbledore said. There was the buzzing of people whispering and then he continued, "Please give them a warm welcome. I have had a chance to speak with their leader this morning. They have been through a lot. I expect you to all be on your best behavior while they are here."
When he finished the whole hall erupted into a loud chatter of voices wondering, who these people were. Harry looked over at Malfoy who was whispering to Crabbe and Goyle.
"No doubt they won't be on their best behavior," Ron whispered to Harry as the back doors opened.
The hall became very quiet. As everyone watched, two men walked in. Both were very tall and had scraggly hair. The one on the right had black hair, the other, brownish blonde. Following them was a small man with a long brown beard. Next came two very small people, about the size of a young child. After them was two more of the same kind. Bringing up the end, was a very tall man with long blonde hair and pointed ears. When this man walked in, there was much whispering among the girls at all the tables. The man blushed little but did nothing. Harry and Ron knew that this man was really an elf, but not a house elf like Dobby. The company made their way to the front of the room and met with Dumbledore.
"Welcome my friends," Dumbledore said, "Welcome. You may sit at that table over there. It is just for you. Don't worry my dear Hobbits. The seats are tall enough even for you."
~*~
Sam walked into the big hall behind Pippin. He looked around and saw very strange things. The sky was in the ceiling and the candles were floating in mid-air. Sam thought it must have been magic. He looked around and saw a lot of faces staring at them. This made him a little uncomfortable. He followed Pippin up and met with the man called Dumbledore. He had not yet talked to this man, but he reminded him of Gandalf.
"Welcome my friends," Dumbledore said, "Welcome. You may sit at that table over there. It is just for you. Don't worry my dear Hobbits. The seats are tall enough even for you." Sam followed the company over to the table and took his seat on the right of Frodo. Merry and Pippin sat down next to him. They were now seated infront of the whole group of people.
"They look so young," he thought, "this must be a school, though it is a strange school. Magic is everywhere. Wizardry, but it must good magic for they have treated us better than even the Lady herself. She scared me though. Gave me the creeps. Speaking to me in my head. And that mirror. Scary..."
His train of thought was interrupted by the kind voice of Dumbledore introducing his company. "This is Aragorn and Boromir... Gimli the dwarf... Legolas the elf... and the last four are Hobbits. Boys, would you please come up here so the school can see you."
Merry and Pippin jumped up and hurried towards the old man. Sam and Frodo were reluctant to follow.
"This is Meriadoc or Merry, is that correct," Dumbledore asked?
"Yes," Merry nodded.
"Good and this is Peregrin or Pippin. Samwise or Sam and Frodo," Dumbledore continued, "You may sit down now. Alright now that introductions have been made, let the feast begin."
Sam sat back down just as all the empty plates in on the tables magically filled with food.
"Well that's an eye opener for sure," he said quite amazed by it all. He watched all the kids dig in like it was no big deal, "Well, I guess they must be used to it."
"Sam, Sam, would you like some potatoes," Pippin asked through a mouthful of chicken?
"Definitely," Sam said taking the bowl from his friend.
~*~
"That Merry and Pippin seem a lot like Fred and George," Ron said as they made their way down to Care of Magic Creatures which they shared with the Slytherins, "Too bad they didn't show up last year."
"I wonder how long it will take for them to get into some trouble," Harry laughed.
"Did you see that little dwarf," Malfoy said loudly, "Ugliest little hog I ever did see. He was so weird, carrying that little stick with him. What was it, a wand that was too big for him?"
"Ignore them Harry," Hermione said. "I know," Harry said hotly.
"Harry! Hullo! Come on, come on. I've got ter start me lesson," Hagrid bellowed.
"Wonder what the big gits' got for us now," Malfoy snickered just loud enough for Harry to hear.
"Alright, now this is a Piggle," Hagrid said holding up a small pink pig with silver wings and sharp fangs protruding from its large snout, "You hade best be careful with these little guys. If yer mean ter em', they'll most likely bite yeh. We're gonna be takin' care of em' for a while. Now, I'm gonna give yeh each one. First get into groups of twos or threes. Be nice ter em'. They're all different colors so's you can tell which one's yurs. Here ya go Harry."
He handed Harry an aquamarine Piggle. Harry like this one. He handed it to Ron so he could see and Ron looked quite happy. Ron gave it to Hermione who squeaked, "Oh, it's so... cute." The Piggle, which Hermione named Greg, snuggled against her neck. Harry looked over at Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle and smiled to see that they were receiving a black one with red beady eyes.
"The poor thing," Hermione said seeing the black Piggle.
"Oh, I think it'll give Malfoy mor trouble than you think," said Ron seeing the Piggle trying to fly away.
Chapter2 ~*~
Pippin woke up in a strange place. He had never seen anything like it in his whole life. Moving paintings. That was something new. He tried to sit up but fell back down on his pillow with a plop from the pain. That's when it all came back to him. Frodo and the ring and the Fellowship and the mines and... Gandalf and Lothlorien... and the river... and the crash.
"Where am I," he thought out loud?
"I was wondering the same thing," said the familiar voice of Merry from his rigft. "Merry, do you remember it all," he asked turning his head so he could see his friend on the bed next to him?
"As much as you, I guess," Merry said with a smile.
"Have you seen any of the others," Pippin asked?
"Gimli is on my right and I think Aragorn is on your left," Merry said.
"Did you see the paintings," he asked?
"Strangest thing I ever saw," Merry laughed painfully.
"You're awake," said a kind voice from Merry's right.
"Who are you," Merry asked the lady standing next to him?
"My name is Madame Pomfrey. I've been taking care of you this past week," the lady smiled.
"Week," Pippin exclaimed, "We've been asleep for a week and we haven't eaten anything!"
"You are funny little people," Madame Pomfrey laughed.
"Hobbits, if you please," Merry said.
"Of course, it's just, I didn't think you still existed," she said smiling.
"Mister Frodo! That picture laughed at me," Sam exclaimed from his bed across from Pippin.
"Yes Sam, it did," Frodo laughed.
"Ah, your friends are awake," Madame Pomfrey said smiling, "You should all be fine by lunch time. Now, drink this."
Merry and Pippin took a cup from the tray she was holding and drank it.
"Tastes like... mud," Pippin said.
"Go to sleep. When you wake up, you will be fully healed," she said walking over to Sam and Frodo and giving them the same thing. Pippins' eyes felt heavy and he drifted off into a deep sleep.
~*~
"I wonder how those people are doing," Hermione whispered to Harry at breakfast a week later.
"I don't know, but it seems that no one else knows about them yet so had better keep quiet," Harry said.
After breakfast they went to their classes. After that, they came back for lunch. When everyone was seated, Dumbledore stood up and called for quiet.
"As most of you don't know, we have some visitors. They have been with Madame Pomfrey for the past week. They will be joining us for lunch today," Dumbledore said. There was the buzzing of people whispering and then he continued, "Please give them a warm welcome. I have had a chance to speak with their leader this morning. They have been through a lot. I expect you to all be on your best behavior while they are here."
When he finished the whole hall erupted into a loud chatter of voices wondering, who these people were. Harry looked over at Malfoy who was whispering to Crabbe and Goyle.
"No doubt they won't be on their best behavior," Ron whispered to Harry as the back doors opened.
The hall became very quiet. As everyone watched, two men walked in. Both were very tall and had scraggly hair. The one on the right had black hair, the other, brownish blonde. Following them was a small man with a long brown beard. Next came two very small people, about the size of a young child. After them was two more of the same kind. Bringing up the end, was a very tall man with long blonde hair and pointed ears. When this man walked in, there was much whispering among the girls at all the tables. The man blushed little but did nothing. Harry and Ron knew that this man was really an elf, but not a house elf like Dobby. The company made their way to the front of the room and met with Dumbledore.
"Welcome my friends," Dumbledore said, "Welcome. You may sit at that table over there. It is just for you. Don't worry my dear Hobbits. The seats are tall enough even for you."
~*~
Sam walked into the big hall behind Pippin. He looked around and saw very strange things. The sky was in the ceiling and the candles were floating in mid-air. Sam thought it must have been magic. He looked around and saw a lot of faces staring at them. This made him a little uncomfortable. He followed Pippin up and met with the man called Dumbledore. He had not yet talked to this man, but he reminded him of Gandalf.
"Welcome my friends," Dumbledore said, "Welcome. You may sit at that table over there. It is just for you. Don't worry my dear Hobbits. The seats are tall enough even for you." Sam followed the company over to the table and took his seat on the right of Frodo. Merry and Pippin sat down next to him. They were now seated infront of the whole group of people.
"They look so young," he thought, "this must be a school, though it is a strange school. Magic is everywhere. Wizardry, but it must good magic for they have treated us better than even the Lady herself. She scared me though. Gave me the creeps. Speaking to me in my head. And that mirror. Scary..."
His train of thought was interrupted by the kind voice of Dumbledore introducing his company. "This is Aragorn and Boromir... Gimli the dwarf... Legolas the elf... and the last four are Hobbits. Boys, would you please come up here so the school can see you."
Merry and Pippin jumped up and hurried towards the old man. Sam and Frodo were reluctant to follow.
"This is Meriadoc or Merry, is that correct," Dumbledore asked?
"Yes," Merry nodded.
"Good and this is Peregrin or Pippin. Samwise or Sam and Frodo," Dumbledore continued, "You may sit down now. Alright now that introductions have been made, let the feast begin."
Sam sat back down just as all the empty plates in on the tables magically filled with food.
"Well that's an eye opener for sure," he said quite amazed by it all. He watched all the kids dig in like it was no big deal, "Well, I guess they must be used to it."
"Sam, Sam, would you like some potatoes," Pippin asked through a mouthful of chicken?
"Definitely," Sam said taking the bowl from his friend.
~*~
"That Merry and Pippin seem a lot like Fred and George," Ron said as they made their way down to Care of Magic Creatures which they shared with the Slytherins, "Too bad they didn't show up last year."
"I wonder how long it will take for them to get into some trouble," Harry laughed.
"Did you see that little dwarf," Malfoy said loudly, "Ugliest little hog I ever did see. He was so weird, carrying that little stick with him. What was it, a wand that was too big for him?"
"Ignore them Harry," Hermione said. "I know," Harry said hotly.
"Harry! Hullo! Come on, come on. I've got ter start me lesson," Hagrid bellowed.
"Wonder what the big gits' got for us now," Malfoy snickered just loud enough for Harry to hear.
"Alright, now this is a Piggle," Hagrid said holding up a small pink pig with silver wings and sharp fangs protruding from its large snout, "You hade best be careful with these little guys. If yer mean ter em', they'll most likely bite yeh. We're gonna be takin' care of em' for a while. Now, I'm gonna give yeh each one. First get into groups of twos or threes. Be nice ter em'. They're all different colors so's you can tell which one's yurs. Here ya go Harry."
He handed Harry an aquamarine Piggle. Harry like this one. He handed it to Ron so he could see and Ron looked quite happy. Ron gave it to Hermione who squeaked, "Oh, it's so... cute." The Piggle, which Hermione named Greg, snuggled against her neck. Harry looked over at Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle and smiled to see that they were receiving a black one with red beady eyes.
"The poor thing," Hermione said seeing the black Piggle.
"Oh, I think it'll give Malfoy mor trouble than you think," said Ron seeing the Piggle trying to fly away.