The hobbits had been purposely lurking in the bushes behind Elrond
when PLOP! The poor halflings had found themselves lying in a heap on a
cold, marble floor. A gaggle of small, bat-like creature goggled at them,
peering out with tennis ball-shaped eyes.
Pippin didn't need to be Gandalf to know where he had landed. He had landed, of course, in the Hogwarts kitchen. Now he didn't know it was the Hogwarts kitchen, but food was food. And this also means that yes, I lied to you about the hobbits, and twisted my words at the end of the last chapter in order to manipulated you into continuing onward. Bad author. Bad.
"A kitchen!" Pippin bolted upright.
"Excellent!" Merry added. He cocked his head, studying the small creatures before him.
"You haven't got any food, do you? I'm a bit peckish."
The elves' ears perked up immediately, and they scattered in different directions, happy once more to be working.
"Would you like tea sirs?" One elf squeaked.
"Sure!"
Five minutes later, the hobbits were surrounded by mounds of eclairs, heaps of truffles, and Merry was busy knawing on a roast ox the elves had brought him. Sam, however, did not share the glee of the other two.
"Where's Frodo?" He asked, looking around the kitchen.
Merry shrugged, and crammed an apple into his mouth. It was a good question, really. Where WAS Frodo?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * **
Actually, Frodo was sleeping. Feeling the first rays of sunlight on his face, he yawned and turned on his side.
'Hmm, that's strange.' He vaguely thought. He had the distinct impression that he had just been somewhere, somewhere important, doing something..Like a meeting? Ah well, didn't matter now. These pillows were awfully comfortable, and there was an oversized, heated water bottle beside him..
"Ahhhhh! AH AH Ahhh!!! WHO ARE YOU?"
Frodo's eyes snapped open as he found that the water bottle he'd been cuddling was really an angry teenager. The boy jumped up, and pointed a small wooden stick at Frodo's chest.
The boy's green eyes blazed a fire of surprise, fear, and anger. Frodo's attention remained on the small stick, however, because the boy was holding like it was some kind of weapon! His curiosity overcame his shock.
"What are you going to do with that, poke me?" He remarked, laughter in his voice.
"What are you doing here?!?! Who are you? And WHY WERE YOU IN MY BED?"
Frodo's attention snapped back to the rather awkward reality.
"Er..I'm Frodo, I'm a hobbit, and I just suddenly appeared in your bed, and I don't know why."
Frodo stood up, and realized the wand was dangerously close to his eyeball.
"So let me get this straight," Harry grated, "you're not a wizard, not a human. And you ended in MY BED. And you want me to believe you have no idea where you are?"
Frodo nodded his head vigorously.
"PROFESSOR DUMBELDORE!" Harry roared, walking out of the room. Panicking, Frodo ran after him.
"Wait, no! I'm a good hobbit! I've changed! Please, don't! I didn't mean to eat all the lembas! It was the elf! I swear!"
Confirming his suspicions that this tiny man was a lunatic, Harry began to walk faster, out the portrait hole, and towards Dumbeldore's office. Surely he would help sort this..tiny hobbit thing, out. He would help, he always did. But, then again, his supposed 'mentor' had allowed Harry to be attacked four years in a row now.. A vision of the professor sitting in Hagrid's cabin twiddling his thumbs came to mind. He would help..right?
(A/N: Review, make my bunny happy, check back soon, and find out!)
Pippin didn't need to be Gandalf to know where he had landed. He had landed, of course, in the Hogwarts kitchen. Now he didn't know it was the Hogwarts kitchen, but food was food. And this also means that yes, I lied to you about the hobbits, and twisted my words at the end of the last chapter in order to manipulated you into continuing onward. Bad author. Bad.
"A kitchen!" Pippin bolted upright.
"Excellent!" Merry added. He cocked his head, studying the small creatures before him.
"You haven't got any food, do you? I'm a bit peckish."
The elves' ears perked up immediately, and they scattered in different directions, happy once more to be working.
"Would you like tea sirs?" One elf squeaked.
"Sure!"
Five minutes later, the hobbits were surrounded by mounds of eclairs, heaps of truffles, and Merry was busy knawing on a roast ox the elves had brought him. Sam, however, did not share the glee of the other two.
"Where's Frodo?" He asked, looking around the kitchen.
Merry shrugged, and crammed an apple into his mouth. It was a good question, really. Where WAS Frodo?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * **
Actually, Frodo was sleeping. Feeling the first rays of sunlight on his face, he yawned and turned on his side.
'Hmm, that's strange.' He vaguely thought. He had the distinct impression that he had just been somewhere, somewhere important, doing something..Like a meeting? Ah well, didn't matter now. These pillows were awfully comfortable, and there was an oversized, heated water bottle beside him..
"Ahhhhh! AH AH Ahhh!!! WHO ARE YOU?"
Frodo's eyes snapped open as he found that the water bottle he'd been cuddling was really an angry teenager. The boy jumped up, and pointed a small wooden stick at Frodo's chest.
The boy's green eyes blazed a fire of surprise, fear, and anger. Frodo's attention remained on the small stick, however, because the boy was holding like it was some kind of weapon! His curiosity overcame his shock.
"What are you going to do with that, poke me?" He remarked, laughter in his voice.
"What are you doing here?!?! Who are you? And WHY WERE YOU IN MY BED?"
Frodo's attention snapped back to the rather awkward reality.
"Er..I'm Frodo, I'm a hobbit, and I just suddenly appeared in your bed, and I don't know why."
Frodo stood up, and realized the wand was dangerously close to his eyeball.
"So let me get this straight," Harry grated, "you're not a wizard, not a human. And you ended in MY BED. And you want me to believe you have no idea where you are?"
Frodo nodded his head vigorously.
"PROFESSOR DUMBELDORE!" Harry roared, walking out of the room. Panicking, Frodo ran after him.
"Wait, no! I'm a good hobbit! I've changed! Please, don't! I didn't mean to eat all the lembas! It was the elf! I swear!"
Confirming his suspicions that this tiny man was a lunatic, Harry began to walk faster, out the portrait hole, and towards Dumbeldore's office. Surely he would help sort this..tiny hobbit thing, out. He would help, he always did. But, then again, his supposed 'mentor' had allowed Harry to be attacked four years in a row now.. A vision of the professor sitting in Hagrid's cabin twiddling his thumbs came to mind. He would help..right?
(A/N: Review, make my bunny happy, check back soon, and find out!)