Middle Earth Welcomes Novice Wizards (and Witches)

Disclaimer: Well I own nothing here, nothing at all. I don't own Harry Potter but most depressingly I don't own Lord of the Rings *sniffle* I am just borrowing a couple of characters and they shall all be returned only slightly ruffled and creased around the edges, they may need a dry clean afterwards but they should be pretty much alright.

I should also say the title is only half mine, I sorta pinched it from Red Dwarf and 'Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers' but I fiddled with it, obv.

AN: I only started this cuz I've seen the new LOTR's movie about five times since it opened, (18th) and I'm going to see it again tomorrow and I am barely containing my excitement .. seriously you should see me ... I'm like a rabbit on speed *twitches*

Anyway, this is not a very original concept you know, Harry Potter and co gets inexplicably sucked into Middle Earth yada yada yada ... BUT this is set in the Two Towers. This chapter is painfully short, I know. But I'm not sure whether I'm going to continue with this ... if you want me to you'll have to say so. Nicely.

I am not going to try to explain why Draco gets sucked in too. It's just that it would be no fun without him. There shall be minor Harry and Arwen bashing but *shrugs* I'm a Legolas and Draco fan so what are you going to do? Also if anyone is expecting Frodo, Sam, Merry or Pippin to play any part in this ... lets just say don't get your hopes up, lol.

This has minor slash in it, which is male/male, but before you run away screaming it also has male/female. The pairings are A/L with L/H implied and either HG/DM or RW/HG, I haven't decided yet, and before you ask this is a PG/PG-13 ficlet so there will be no, and I repeat no getting jiggy with it, it will happen, yes, but I will not write it, just imply it.

Got all that?

Middle Earth Welcomes Novice Wizards (and Witches)

By: ms-dynamite

Chapter One: A Very Bad Start To The Day

None of them knew what exactly had happened, all they knew was that it had and now they were in a heap in a very big field with three very disgruntled looking, and heavily armed, creatures glaring at them.

You see it had all started when Draco Malfoy turned up uncharacteristically late for Potions class. Snape had already sorted the class out into groups to perform a complex potion and the only group that was a member short was Harry's.

Convenient or what?

The very disgruntled Malfoy was stuck with the wonder trio, and Western Europe's biggest walking disaster, namely Neville. Everything was going scarily well, that was until Neville dropped the vat that contained a sample of the finished article. There was a flash, an 'oops' from Neville and then a thud as they all hit the ground of Middle Earth, which luckily due to recent heavy rainfall was rather soft, so they didn't really land with a thud but more of a squelch.

"Gerroff me Weasly, you great lump!" came the muffled, yet very pissed off tone of Draco Malfoy as he shoved Ron off him.

Ron was about to reply with his wand when he heard a very curious sound that could only be described as someone notching an arrow to a bow.

"Eeep."

That would be because it was. Ron suddenly found himself staring at the very sharp and pointy tip of an arrow that was attached to a blonde with weird ears, Draco found himself looking down a sword attached to a coat in desperate need of a wash, or burning, and Hermione and Harry, who were still in a heap found themselves looking up at a short, yet oh-so-menacing bearded chap with an axe.

"Who are you and what is your side?" growled the very unwashed and unshaven owner of the sword that was coming dangerously close to Malfoy's nose.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, and as to my side I have been informed that my left is the best,"

The unshaven one blinked.

"And you are?" Malfoy continued.

The great unwashed seemed to recover a little, "I am ..." he paused and looked a little shifty, "...Strider, yes, that one'll do, Strider, and I am of the race of Men." pausing he nodded toward the blonde one with the bow and arrow, "This is Legolas son of Thranduil of the Woodland Realm in distant Mirkwood. He is of the race of Elves." Aragorn as he called himself managed to drag his attentions away from the blonde to look to the bearded-weirdo, quite a step down, "That is Gimli son of Glóin. He is of the race of Dwarves." attentions quickly shifted back to Draco. "Name your companions."

Malfoy heaved a great sigh and pointed briefly at the three. "Weasel, Mudblood and Potty. There, happy?"

"Oh shut up, Malfoy." said Harry as he adjusted his glasses. "I'm Harry Potter, this is Hermione Granger and that's Ron Weasley." he paused and looked around him at the very grassy and hilly landscape that surrounded them. "Where are we? Wales?"

Strider was about to respond when the sound of many hooves pounding on the ground was heard, spinning on his heels, Strider spotted a rather large mob or riders. He nodded to the elf and the dwarf and grabbed Malfoy by the scruff of his jacket.

"Hey!"

The elf grabbed Ron and the Dwarf, who obviously couldn't carry both Hermione and Harry due to his rather *ahem* slight stature, glared at them and waved his axe in their rough direction. They took the hint and followed the other two.

Sheltering behind a large group of rocks they all watched as the riders thundered past. Well, most of them watched, Malfoy was too busy straightening out his clothes and muttering unrepeatable sentiments. After a moment Strider stepped out from behind the rocks and called out to the riders. Legolas and Gimli, and the reluctant travellers followed him.

"Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark?"

Sliding their mounts to a halt, the riders turned and cantered back to the small group. Encircling them all and trapping them into place, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco found themselves staring at the shiny tip of sharp weaponry for the second time in five minutes when the Riders pointed their spears at the group.

"Today just keeps getting better." muttered Ron as they eyed the menacing, and unwashed, riders.

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Well, um ... yeah. Like I said, short. I might continue ... I might not. Tell me what you think and if you ask nicely I might, sooo .. .REVIEW, pweaze?

Also, no pointless flames, ok? I'll just set my sisters hair on fire with them or something.

Also, to whomever it may concern, Adrenaline Rushes is still alive and kicking, an unbelievable chain of events occured but it hopefully should be up by this time next week.

luv an' hugs

ms.d