Harry Potter and the Fellowship of the Ring
PART 1 of the Harry Potter Ring series.
Rating: PG-13 like the movies.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Co. I also do not own the Lord Of The Rings. They are property of J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkein respectively. The script is from the official movies. It belongs to the brilliant writers. Peter Jackson, Frank Walsh, and Phillipa Boyens
A/N: This is NOT according to the books, it is a crossover from the movies. I found the scripts online and went from there.
Ship: Wasn't gonna have one but.Draco/Hermione He He He
Characters changed: Frodo Baggins is now Draco Malfoy Samwise Gamgee is now Hermione Granger Peregrin Took is now Ronald Weasley Meriadoc Brandybruck is now Harry Potter
Oh yea, everyone refers to the characters by their HP names, just to make it easier for me, like Sam is now Hermione and is a girl, K?
Oh yea, Bilbo will still be Draco's uncle...just go with it ok?
And oh yea, it starts when Frodo wakes up after Arwen takes him to Rivendell.
Now on to the fic.
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Chapter 1: Many Meetings and the Council of Elrond
Draco Malfoy woke up with a pounding headache. He raised his hand to his forehead, opened his eyes and blinked a few times. 'This is the Head Boy's room.' He thought to himself.
"Where am I?" He asked to the room, not really expecting an answer, and was startled when he recieved one.
"You are in the house of Elrond, and it is 10 o'clock in the morning, on October the 24th, if you want to know." Said an older gentleman sitting beside him smoking a pipe.
"I'm where??" He asked in shock.
"I just told you, the House of Elrond in Rivendell."
"And you would be...?"
"Gandalf the Gray." Draco looked at the man oddly before he continued to speak.
"Yes, I'm here. And you're lucky to be here too. A few more hours, and you would have been beyond our aid. But you had some strength in you, my dear Hobbit." He said, smiling down at the blonde haired Slytherin.
"Hobbit??"
"My poor boy, the wound must have affected you memory, no matter, you'll be well again soon."
"What happened, Gandalf? What wound? And something is nagging me to ask you, why didn't you meet...us?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Draco. I was delayed."
~~~FlashBack~~~
Draco sunddenly saw Gandalf and an older, white haired man speaking in the room he had been transported to.
"A friendship with Saruman is not lightly thrown aside. One ill turn deserves another. It is over. Embrace the power of the Ring, or embrace your own destruction!" The white haired man, most likely Saruman, said, staring at Gandalf.
"There is only one Lord of the Ring. Only one who can bend it to his will. And he does not share power." Gandalf said as he jumped off the tower, and landed on a large eagle.
"So you have chosen death." Saruman said, watching the man fly off into the distance.
~~~End FlashBack~~~
"Huh, interesting," Draco said, pretending to care when in reality all he wanted to do was get the hell away from this freaky place.
The two turned their heads when they heard the sound of a fast paced footfall approaching the room they were currently in.
A bushy brown haired girl ran into the room and threw herself onto Draco.
"Oh thank GOD!" She whispered into his ear as she hugged her friend. "I cannot believe what is going on here!! I mean one minute I'm in the Head Girl's dorm getting ready for bed and then the next I'm pacing around outside this room with a freaky man with pointed ears. And look at me! I'm like a foot and a half shorter than I normally am!"
Draco hugged his friend and dorm mate as she blithered on and on in his ear. He and Hermione had become friends over the last few months they had been Head Boy and Girl together. Voldemort defeated, and Draco never having become a death eater fromed another bond between himself and Hermione, and her two best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
"I'm glad your here too Mione, where are we by the way?" He asked softly, not letting her pull away so they could continue their discreet discussion.
"Oh, Rivendell."
"And that is...?"
"An elvish colony apparently. Its right out of my favourite book and movie series actually, The Lord of the Rings. I think somehow we have been transported into the bodies of two of the main characters and more than likely we will have to partake in their adventures, and won't be able to leave until we have completed their mission."
"Oh Ok," Draco said, pretending to be calm, "I WANT TO GO HOME NOW!"
"Ssh, we can't," Hermione replied, looking sadly at him, "We can leave when our task is done. Oh and one other thing, we have to go along with everything as if we know exactly whats going on. So...just take hints from me, I know all."
"You always do."
The two sighed and parted from their hug to see Gandalf smiling at them.
Hermione tried to remember what happened now and went along with it, "Draco, Draco!" She shouted happily.
Taking her lead, "Mione!"
"I'm so glad your awake!" she said, winking at him.
"Hermione has hardly left your side." Gandalf said, a grin on his face.
"We were quite worried about you, weren't we Mr. Gandalf?"
"By the skills of Lord Elrond, you're beginning to mend.
A dark haired man entered the room, "Welcome to Rivendell, Draco Malfoy."
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Draco and Hermione walk, arms linked through the halls of the beautiful Rivendell. They see two people arguing up ahead that look strangely like-
"MIONE!" The red head cried, running towards his friend. The raven haired boy smiled and jogged towards them as well.
"Harry! Ron! You have no idea how glad I am that your here!" Hermione said, flinging her arms around two of her best friends.
They embraced for a moment before allowing Draco to shake their hands.
"Who's that guy over there Mione?" Draco asked.
"How would she know?" Ron iquired, curious.
"Because I've read the books and seen the movies."
"Books...Movies?" Harry said, confused.
Hermione quickly explained her theory before responding to Draco's question.
"He is Bilbo Baggins Draco, your 'uncle'."
"Oh, alright, I suppose I should go talk to him then shouldn't I?
"Well it would be the proper thing to do wouldn't it?" Ron said, looking at the odd man writing in a large book.
"Ok then." Draco walked over to Bilbo and sat down.
"Bilbo!" Draco said forcing enthusiasm.
"Hello, Draco, my lad!" He said, looking up from his writing.
Draco looked down at the title of the book, "There and Back Again, A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins...A wonderful accomplishment Bilbo, I must say."
Bilbo smiled sadly, "I meant to go back. Wander at the power of Mirkwood. Visit Lake-town. See the Lonely Mountain again. But age, it seems has finally caught up with me."
"Too bad," Draco suddenly felt himself say words that meant nothing to him, "I miss the Shire. I spent all my childhood pretending I was off somewhere else. Off with you on one of your adventures. But my own adventure turned out to be quite different. I'm not like you, Bilbo."
"My dear boy." Bilbo patted him on the shoulder and sent him on his way back to the other three people waiting for him.
"Well? How'd it go?" Hermione asked anxiously.
"Fine I think, an odd man that Bilbo, he's talking about visiting a lonely mountain..."
"Ah yes, he's remembering his adventures from the Hobbit."
"The Hobbit?" Ron asked, confused.
"The prequel to the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Honestly, you three should really read the books."
"Of course Mione." They said, patronizing the girl.
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[Quick A/N: I'm skipping some parts as they are like Sam and Frodo talking about going back to the shire and well..that doesnt fit now does it?]
"His strength returns." Elrond said to Gandalf as the two of them stood overlooking the whole of Rivendell.
"That wound will never fully heal. He will carry it the rest of his life." He replied, a hint of regret in his gravely voice.
"And yet, to have come so far, still bearing the Ring, the Hobbit has showed extraordinary resilience to its evil." The elf said, turning to face the elderly wizard.
"It is a burden he should never have had to bear. We can ask no more of Frodo." Turning to look Elrond in the eye.
"Gandalf, the enemy is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the East. His eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman, you tell me, has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin."
"His treachery runs deeper than you know. By foul craft Saruman has crossed Orcs with goblin-men. He's breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army which can move in sunlight, and cover great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring." Stating this without need as the elven king knew all.
"This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard!" Elrond watched as Gandalf moved to the balcony, to gain a better look at the arrival of Boromir, Legolas, and Gimli, among other dwarves and elves. "Gandalf. The Ring cannot stay here."
Gandalf nodded.
"This peril belongs to all Middle-earth. They must decide now how to end it. The time of the Elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we've gone? The Dwarves? They hide in their mountains seeking riches. They care nothing for the troubles of others." Elrond said, trying to further convince Gandalf of things he already knew.
"It is in Men that we must place our hope." He was convinced he could place his faith in the race of man.
"Men? Men are weak. The race of Men is failing. The blood of Numenor is all but spent. Its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of Men the Ring survives. I was there, Gandalf. I was there three thousand years ago..."
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Suddenly, four 'hobbits' along with a wizard and an elf were transported to a flashback of an event that happen long before written documentation.
~~~Flashback~~~
An armoured man was shown facing down a man in black armour, he held a powerful sword. And with one final swoop of the blade, he was successful in cutting a golden ring from the black armoured man's hand.
A voice whispered quietly in the 6 observers' ears, 'That man with the sword is Isildur.'
Elrond, looking the same as he did now only clothed in armour, walked up to Isildur. "Isildur! Hurry. Follow me."
Elrond's deep voice echoed through their heads, "I led Isildur into the heart of Mount Doom. Where the Ring was forged. The one place it could be destroyed."
The other Elrond and Isildur were suddenly on a path overtop of a volcano. "Cast it into the fire. Destroy it!!!" Elrond pleaded with the man who was fascinated with the golden ring in his hands.
"No." Isildur said simply. He turned and left Elrond standing there.
"Isildur!!!" Elrond called to no avail.
~~~End Flashback~~~
The 'hobbits' were flung back to where they had been sitting in the garden. And the wizard and elf returned to their place overlooking the beautiful city of the elves.
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"It should have ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure. Isildur kept the Ring. The line of kings is broken. There's no strength left in the world of Men. They're scattered, divided, leaderless."
"There is one who could unite them. One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor." Gandalf said, reminding Elrond of the hope they had for the kingdom of men, their hopes lied with a man they had not seen or heard of in many moons.
"He turned from that path a long time ago. He has chosen exile." Elrond replied, dashing Gandalf's hopes against the rocks.
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Boromir and Aragorn are looking at a silver blade.
"The shards of Narsil. The blade that cut the Ring from Sauron's hand." Boromir ran his finger along the edge and recoiled as it cut into his skin, leaving a small thin line of blood. "It's still sharp. But no more than a broken heirloom." Boromir replaced it onto its place and turned to leave. It fell, but he made no move to pick it up and continued on his way.
Aragorn picked it up and put it securely back in place, he stared at it for a moment, barely noticing when Arwen entered the room behind him.
"Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate." She said softly, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.
Without turning he replied, "The same blood flows in my veins. The same weakness."
"Your time will come. You will face the same evil and you will defeat it." She turned his head to face her, "A si i-Dhúath ú-orthor, Aragorn. Ú or le a ú or nin." [Trans: "The Shadow does not hold sway yet. Not over you, not over me."]
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Arwen and Aragorn were standing on a bridge in Rivendell.
"Renich i lú i erui govannem?" Arwen said to him, smiling softly. [Trans: "Do you remember when we first met?"]
"Nauthannen i ned ôl reniannen." Touching her face gently with his calloused hand. [Trans: "I thought I had strayed into a dream."]
"Gwenwin in enninath. Ú-'arnech in naeth i si celich. Renech i beth i pennen?" She inquired, searching his dark eyes. [Trans: "Long years have passed. You did not wear the troubles you carry now. Do you remember what I told you?"]
"You said you'd bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people." Aragorn said, grinning at the memory.
"And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you, than face all the Ages of this world alone." She handed him something and closed his hand around it. He opened his fist to reveal the Evenstar Jewel, the symbol of her immortality. "I choose a mortal life."
"You cannot give me this."
"It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heart."
Aragorn smiled, placed the jewel around his neck and pulled the gorgeous elf to him into a passionate, yet gentle kiss.
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were whining to Draco about the injustice that they weren't allowed to attend the 'secret' meeting.
"I wish you all could come but Gandalf said no. Apparently it's a private council of Elrond to discuss the burden of this ring."
"It's stupid. I know more than that freaky elf guy!" Hermione pouted.
Draco put a comforting arm around her shoulders. "I know that, you know that, Harry and Ron know that. But no one else, unfortunately does. I have to go. Farewell all!"
He turned away and walked towards the location where the council was to be held.
The three remaining Gryffindors watched his departure and quickly huddled together to talk about what they would do.
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Many people sat around a throne, and a small circular table. The dark haired elf, Elrond, addressed all those congregated.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Draco."
Draco stood, fished the ring out of his pocket and placed it in the middle of the small table in front of everyone.
"So it is true." Boromir said, staring intently at the ring.
"The doom of man." Said someone.
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor." He stood and stared at everyone in turn. "Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay by the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
Aragorn looked Boromir in the eye, "You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
Boromir glared at him, "And what would a Ranger know of this matter?"
The blonde elf, Legolas Greenleaf, stood outraged at this statement, "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
Boromir looked at Legolas disbelieving, "Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?"
"And heir to the throne of Gondor." Legolas added almost proudly.
"Havo dad, Legolas." Aragorn said, almost embarrassed. [Trans: "Sit down, Legolas."]
"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." Boromir declared angrily.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it." Gandalf said, trying to bring the conversation back to the real reason they were gathered.
"You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed." Elrond stated, looking intently upon the faces of those sitting in the circle.
"What are we waiting for?!" The dwarf Gimli cried before standing swiftly, and smashing his axe down on the golden object. Unfortunately the axe smashed to pieces.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." Elrond said, the seriousness never leaving his tone.
"One of you must do this."
"One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever-watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air that you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly." Boromir said, scoffing at the mere idea of this.
"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!" Legolas was shocked at the act of this man, he already harboured ill will to the red haired man.
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!" Gimli said, looking with disbelief at the tall elf.
"And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?" Boromir asked, still thinking it completely ludicrous that anyone would willingly go to Mordor even for good cause.
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!" Gimli shouted angrily. Suddenly all the elves stood followed by the dwarves and immense arguing ensued.
"Never trust an Elf!" The short dwarf shouted at Legolas.
"Do you not understand? While you bicker amongst yourselves, Sauron's power grows! None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!" Gandalf shouted, trying to return order.
Meanwhile Draco was being overpowered by the whisperings of the ring in the black language. "Ash nazg durbatuluk, Ash nazg gimbatul, Ash nazg thrakatuluk, Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul." [Trans: "One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."]
Draco then stood suddenly, "I will take it! I will take it!" Gandalf heard him and smiled sadly. Everyone quieted and stared disbelieving at Draco, "I will take the Ring to Mordor... Though - though I do not know the way."
Gandalf placed a hand gently on his shoulder, "I will help you bear this burden, Draco Malfoy. As long as it is yours to bear."
Draco nodded his thanks nervously. Aragorn knelt before him. "If by my life or death, if I can protect you, I will. You have my sword."
Again, Draco thanked him silently. Gandalf winked at Lord Elrond.
"And you have my bow." Legolas said, moving to stand beside the blonde.
"And my axe." Gimli stated, moving to stand beside the elf Legolas, shorter than him but just as brave.
"You carry the fates of us all, little one." Boromir said, walking in front of him. Aragorn placed a protecting hand on his shoulder. "If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."
"Excuse me, shortened female coming through!" Hermione called shoving her way between Aragorn and Draco. "Draco's not going anywhere without me." She glared up at everyone, daring them to defy her.
"No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is summoned to a secret Council, and you are not." Hermione blushed slightly at Lord Elronds words.
Suddenly, Harry and Ron enter behind Elrond, "Oi! We're coming too!" Harry called, tripping slightly on his feet and running over to Draco and Hermione. "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."
"Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing." Ron said, unsure of what to call their expedition.
"Well that rules you out, Ron." Harry said, playfully punching his friend in the shoulder.
"Nine companions. So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring." Elrond said, waving his staff around.
"Fantastic!" Ron said smiling, "Where are we going?"
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A/N: And there you have it. The first chapter of my story. Look for the next one soon. I think this fic has promise don't you?
~*~Emma~*~
PART 1 of the Harry Potter Ring series.
Rating: PG-13 like the movies.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Co. I also do not own the Lord Of The Rings. They are property of J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkein respectively. The script is from the official movies. It belongs to the brilliant writers. Peter Jackson, Frank Walsh, and Phillipa Boyens
A/N: This is NOT according to the books, it is a crossover from the movies. I found the scripts online and went from there.
Ship: Wasn't gonna have one but.Draco/Hermione He He He
Characters changed: Frodo Baggins is now Draco Malfoy Samwise Gamgee is now Hermione Granger Peregrin Took is now Ronald Weasley Meriadoc Brandybruck is now Harry Potter
Oh yea, everyone refers to the characters by their HP names, just to make it easier for me, like Sam is now Hermione and is a girl, K?
Oh yea, Bilbo will still be Draco's uncle...just go with it ok?
And oh yea, it starts when Frodo wakes up after Arwen takes him to Rivendell.
Now on to the fic.
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Chapter 1: Many Meetings and the Council of Elrond
Draco Malfoy woke up with a pounding headache. He raised his hand to his forehead, opened his eyes and blinked a few times. 'This is the Head Boy's room.' He thought to himself.
"Where am I?" He asked to the room, not really expecting an answer, and was startled when he recieved one.
"You are in the house of Elrond, and it is 10 o'clock in the morning, on October the 24th, if you want to know." Said an older gentleman sitting beside him smoking a pipe.
"I'm where??" He asked in shock.
"I just told you, the House of Elrond in Rivendell."
"And you would be...?"
"Gandalf the Gray." Draco looked at the man oddly before he continued to speak.
"Yes, I'm here. And you're lucky to be here too. A few more hours, and you would have been beyond our aid. But you had some strength in you, my dear Hobbit." He said, smiling down at the blonde haired Slytherin.
"Hobbit??"
"My poor boy, the wound must have affected you memory, no matter, you'll be well again soon."
"What happened, Gandalf? What wound? And something is nagging me to ask you, why didn't you meet...us?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Draco. I was delayed."
~~~FlashBack~~~
Draco sunddenly saw Gandalf and an older, white haired man speaking in the room he had been transported to.
"A friendship with Saruman is not lightly thrown aside. One ill turn deserves another. It is over. Embrace the power of the Ring, or embrace your own destruction!" The white haired man, most likely Saruman, said, staring at Gandalf.
"There is only one Lord of the Ring. Only one who can bend it to his will. And he does not share power." Gandalf said as he jumped off the tower, and landed on a large eagle.
"So you have chosen death." Saruman said, watching the man fly off into the distance.
~~~End FlashBack~~~
"Huh, interesting," Draco said, pretending to care when in reality all he wanted to do was get the hell away from this freaky place.
The two turned their heads when they heard the sound of a fast paced footfall approaching the room they were currently in.
A bushy brown haired girl ran into the room and threw herself onto Draco.
"Oh thank GOD!" She whispered into his ear as she hugged her friend. "I cannot believe what is going on here!! I mean one minute I'm in the Head Girl's dorm getting ready for bed and then the next I'm pacing around outside this room with a freaky man with pointed ears. And look at me! I'm like a foot and a half shorter than I normally am!"
Draco hugged his friend and dorm mate as she blithered on and on in his ear. He and Hermione had become friends over the last few months they had been Head Boy and Girl together. Voldemort defeated, and Draco never having become a death eater fromed another bond between himself and Hermione, and her two best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
"I'm glad your here too Mione, where are we by the way?" He asked softly, not letting her pull away so they could continue their discreet discussion.
"Oh, Rivendell."
"And that is...?"
"An elvish colony apparently. Its right out of my favourite book and movie series actually, The Lord of the Rings. I think somehow we have been transported into the bodies of two of the main characters and more than likely we will have to partake in their adventures, and won't be able to leave until we have completed their mission."
"Oh Ok," Draco said, pretending to be calm, "I WANT TO GO HOME NOW!"
"Ssh, we can't," Hermione replied, looking sadly at him, "We can leave when our task is done. Oh and one other thing, we have to go along with everything as if we know exactly whats going on. So...just take hints from me, I know all."
"You always do."
The two sighed and parted from their hug to see Gandalf smiling at them.
Hermione tried to remember what happened now and went along with it, "Draco, Draco!" She shouted happily.
Taking her lead, "Mione!"
"I'm so glad your awake!" she said, winking at him.
"Hermione has hardly left your side." Gandalf said, a grin on his face.
"We were quite worried about you, weren't we Mr. Gandalf?"
"By the skills of Lord Elrond, you're beginning to mend.
A dark haired man entered the room, "Welcome to Rivendell, Draco Malfoy."
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Draco and Hermione walk, arms linked through the halls of the beautiful Rivendell. They see two people arguing up ahead that look strangely like-
"MIONE!" The red head cried, running towards his friend. The raven haired boy smiled and jogged towards them as well.
"Harry! Ron! You have no idea how glad I am that your here!" Hermione said, flinging her arms around two of her best friends.
They embraced for a moment before allowing Draco to shake their hands.
"Who's that guy over there Mione?" Draco asked.
"How would she know?" Ron iquired, curious.
"Because I've read the books and seen the movies."
"Books...Movies?" Harry said, confused.
Hermione quickly explained her theory before responding to Draco's question.
"He is Bilbo Baggins Draco, your 'uncle'."
"Oh, alright, I suppose I should go talk to him then shouldn't I?
"Well it would be the proper thing to do wouldn't it?" Ron said, looking at the odd man writing in a large book.
"Ok then." Draco walked over to Bilbo and sat down.
"Bilbo!" Draco said forcing enthusiasm.
"Hello, Draco, my lad!" He said, looking up from his writing.
Draco looked down at the title of the book, "There and Back Again, A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins...A wonderful accomplishment Bilbo, I must say."
Bilbo smiled sadly, "I meant to go back. Wander at the power of Mirkwood. Visit Lake-town. See the Lonely Mountain again. But age, it seems has finally caught up with me."
"Too bad," Draco suddenly felt himself say words that meant nothing to him, "I miss the Shire. I spent all my childhood pretending I was off somewhere else. Off with you on one of your adventures. But my own adventure turned out to be quite different. I'm not like you, Bilbo."
"My dear boy." Bilbo patted him on the shoulder and sent him on his way back to the other three people waiting for him.
"Well? How'd it go?" Hermione asked anxiously.
"Fine I think, an odd man that Bilbo, he's talking about visiting a lonely mountain..."
"Ah yes, he's remembering his adventures from the Hobbit."
"The Hobbit?" Ron asked, confused.
"The prequel to the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Honestly, you three should really read the books."
"Of course Mione." They said, patronizing the girl.
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[Quick A/N: I'm skipping some parts as they are like Sam and Frodo talking about going back to the shire and well..that doesnt fit now does it?]
"His strength returns." Elrond said to Gandalf as the two of them stood overlooking the whole of Rivendell.
"That wound will never fully heal. He will carry it the rest of his life." He replied, a hint of regret in his gravely voice.
"And yet, to have come so far, still bearing the Ring, the Hobbit has showed extraordinary resilience to its evil." The elf said, turning to face the elderly wizard.
"It is a burden he should never have had to bear. We can ask no more of Frodo." Turning to look Elrond in the eye.
"Gandalf, the enemy is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the East. His eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman, you tell me, has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin."
"His treachery runs deeper than you know. By foul craft Saruman has crossed Orcs with goblin-men. He's breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army which can move in sunlight, and cover great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring." Stating this without need as the elven king knew all.
"This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard!" Elrond watched as Gandalf moved to the balcony, to gain a better look at the arrival of Boromir, Legolas, and Gimli, among other dwarves and elves. "Gandalf. The Ring cannot stay here."
Gandalf nodded.
"This peril belongs to all Middle-earth. They must decide now how to end it. The time of the Elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we've gone? The Dwarves? They hide in their mountains seeking riches. They care nothing for the troubles of others." Elrond said, trying to further convince Gandalf of things he already knew.
"It is in Men that we must place our hope." He was convinced he could place his faith in the race of man.
"Men? Men are weak. The race of Men is failing. The blood of Numenor is all but spent. Its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of Men the Ring survives. I was there, Gandalf. I was there three thousand years ago..."
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Suddenly, four 'hobbits' along with a wizard and an elf were transported to a flashback of an event that happen long before written documentation.
~~~Flashback~~~
An armoured man was shown facing down a man in black armour, he held a powerful sword. And with one final swoop of the blade, he was successful in cutting a golden ring from the black armoured man's hand.
A voice whispered quietly in the 6 observers' ears, 'That man with the sword is Isildur.'
Elrond, looking the same as he did now only clothed in armour, walked up to Isildur. "Isildur! Hurry. Follow me."
Elrond's deep voice echoed through their heads, "I led Isildur into the heart of Mount Doom. Where the Ring was forged. The one place it could be destroyed."
The other Elrond and Isildur were suddenly on a path overtop of a volcano. "Cast it into the fire. Destroy it!!!" Elrond pleaded with the man who was fascinated with the golden ring in his hands.
"No." Isildur said simply. He turned and left Elrond standing there.
"Isildur!!!" Elrond called to no avail.
~~~End Flashback~~~
The 'hobbits' were flung back to where they had been sitting in the garden. And the wizard and elf returned to their place overlooking the beautiful city of the elves.
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"It should have ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure. Isildur kept the Ring. The line of kings is broken. There's no strength left in the world of Men. They're scattered, divided, leaderless."
"There is one who could unite them. One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor." Gandalf said, reminding Elrond of the hope they had for the kingdom of men, their hopes lied with a man they had not seen or heard of in many moons.
"He turned from that path a long time ago. He has chosen exile." Elrond replied, dashing Gandalf's hopes against the rocks.
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Boromir and Aragorn are looking at a silver blade.
"The shards of Narsil. The blade that cut the Ring from Sauron's hand." Boromir ran his finger along the edge and recoiled as it cut into his skin, leaving a small thin line of blood. "It's still sharp. But no more than a broken heirloom." Boromir replaced it onto its place and turned to leave. It fell, but he made no move to pick it up and continued on his way.
Aragorn picked it up and put it securely back in place, he stared at it for a moment, barely noticing when Arwen entered the room behind him.
"Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate." She said softly, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.
Without turning he replied, "The same blood flows in my veins. The same weakness."
"Your time will come. You will face the same evil and you will defeat it." She turned his head to face her, "A si i-Dhúath ú-orthor, Aragorn. Ú or le a ú or nin." [Trans: "The Shadow does not hold sway yet. Not over you, not over me."]
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Arwen and Aragorn were standing on a bridge in Rivendell.
"Renich i lú i erui govannem?" Arwen said to him, smiling softly. [Trans: "Do you remember when we first met?"]
"Nauthannen i ned ôl reniannen." Touching her face gently with his calloused hand. [Trans: "I thought I had strayed into a dream."]
"Gwenwin in enninath. Ú-'arnech in naeth i si celich. Renech i beth i pennen?" She inquired, searching his dark eyes. [Trans: "Long years have passed. You did not wear the troubles you carry now. Do you remember what I told you?"]
"You said you'd bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people." Aragorn said, grinning at the memory.
"And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you, than face all the Ages of this world alone." She handed him something and closed his hand around it. He opened his fist to reveal the Evenstar Jewel, the symbol of her immortality. "I choose a mortal life."
"You cannot give me this."
"It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heart."
Aragorn smiled, placed the jewel around his neck and pulled the gorgeous elf to him into a passionate, yet gentle kiss.
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were whining to Draco about the injustice that they weren't allowed to attend the 'secret' meeting.
"I wish you all could come but Gandalf said no. Apparently it's a private council of Elrond to discuss the burden of this ring."
"It's stupid. I know more than that freaky elf guy!" Hermione pouted.
Draco put a comforting arm around her shoulders. "I know that, you know that, Harry and Ron know that. But no one else, unfortunately does. I have to go. Farewell all!"
He turned away and walked towards the location where the council was to be held.
The three remaining Gryffindors watched his departure and quickly huddled together to talk about what they would do.
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Many people sat around a throne, and a small circular table. The dark haired elf, Elrond, addressed all those congregated.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Draco."
Draco stood, fished the ring out of his pocket and placed it in the middle of the small table in front of everyone.
"So it is true." Boromir said, staring intently at the ring.
"The doom of man." Said someone.
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor." He stood and stared at everyone in turn. "Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay by the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
Aragorn looked Boromir in the eye, "You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
Boromir glared at him, "And what would a Ranger know of this matter?"
The blonde elf, Legolas Greenleaf, stood outraged at this statement, "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
Boromir looked at Legolas disbelieving, "Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?"
"And heir to the throne of Gondor." Legolas added almost proudly.
"Havo dad, Legolas." Aragorn said, almost embarrassed. [Trans: "Sit down, Legolas."]
"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." Boromir declared angrily.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it." Gandalf said, trying to bring the conversation back to the real reason they were gathered.
"You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed." Elrond stated, looking intently upon the faces of those sitting in the circle.
"What are we waiting for?!" The dwarf Gimli cried before standing swiftly, and smashing his axe down on the golden object. Unfortunately the axe smashed to pieces.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." Elrond said, the seriousness never leaving his tone.
"One of you must do this."
"One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever-watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air that you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly." Boromir said, scoffing at the mere idea of this.
"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!" Legolas was shocked at the act of this man, he already harboured ill will to the red haired man.
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!" Gimli said, looking with disbelief at the tall elf.
"And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?" Boromir asked, still thinking it completely ludicrous that anyone would willingly go to Mordor even for good cause.
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!" Gimli shouted angrily. Suddenly all the elves stood followed by the dwarves and immense arguing ensued.
"Never trust an Elf!" The short dwarf shouted at Legolas.
"Do you not understand? While you bicker amongst yourselves, Sauron's power grows! None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!" Gandalf shouted, trying to return order.
Meanwhile Draco was being overpowered by the whisperings of the ring in the black language. "Ash nazg durbatuluk, Ash nazg gimbatul, Ash nazg thrakatuluk, Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul." [Trans: "One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."]
Draco then stood suddenly, "I will take it! I will take it!" Gandalf heard him and smiled sadly. Everyone quieted and stared disbelieving at Draco, "I will take the Ring to Mordor... Though - though I do not know the way."
Gandalf placed a hand gently on his shoulder, "I will help you bear this burden, Draco Malfoy. As long as it is yours to bear."
Draco nodded his thanks nervously. Aragorn knelt before him. "If by my life or death, if I can protect you, I will. You have my sword."
Again, Draco thanked him silently. Gandalf winked at Lord Elrond.
"And you have my bow." Legolas said, moving to stand beside the blonde.
"And my axe." Gimli stated, moving to stand beside the elf Legolas, shorter than him but just as brave.
"You carry the fates of us all, little one." Boromir said, walking in front of him. Aragorn placed a protecting hand on his shoulder. "If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."
"Excuse me, shortened female coming through!" Hermione called shoving her way between Aragorn and Draco. "Draco's not going anywhere without me." She glared up at everyone, daring them to defy her.
"No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is summoned to a secret Council, and you are not." Hermione blushed slightly at Lord Elronds words.
Suddenly, Harry and Ron enter behind Elrond, "Oi! We're coming too!" Harry called, tripping slightly on his feet and running over to Draco and Hermione. "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."
"Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing." Ron said, unsure of what to call their expedition.
"Well that rules you out, Ron." Harry said, playfully punching his friend in the shoulder.
"Nine companions. So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring." Elrond said, waving his staff around.
"Fantastic!" Ron said smiling, "Where are we going?"
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A/N: And there you have it. The first chapter of my story. Look for the next one soon. I think this fic has promise don't you?
~*~Emma~*~