Traveling my Way?
A/N: Like the First chapter says-this story is a cross over from David Eddings and Harry Potter. Man, this is getting more entertaining by the minute. Ok, enough chitchat, down to business now. Harry is sick, Garion is confused, and you as the reader have no idea what's going on or what's wrong, correct? Good, but if you do know what's happening, do you mind telling me? Because I'm making this up as I go along. Maybe I should change this into some kind of 'James Bond' thing.there's something to think about. Ok R/R if you would be so kind.
None of the characters are my property or ever will be. Dang, that's just bad luck right there waiting to happen. Maybe I should sneak out the copyrights and then.
Chapter 3- Reunions galore and Changes of Destiny
"Garion, Ce'Nedra, so good to see you!" Durnik called out of the door as he saw them riding in. "How was traveling?"
"It was fairly decent," Garion answered, looking around at the Vale. He always loved that feeling of welcome whenever he came. "Is grandfather around?"
"Still cooped up in his tower, or should I say, again?"
"Durnik, would you mind terribly if I went in to see how everybody is?" Ce'Nedra asked, desperate to find a warm room with some tea if possible.
"Not at all dear, just leave your horse here and I'll take him around back."
"Thank you so much." The little queen nearly jumped off of her horse, eager to see how the twins were and for some tea, not to mention a fire.
"You and Geran can also go in if you'd like Garion," Durnik said, taking the bridles from hanging in space.
Geran was already following his mother's lead, also wanting to feel some warmth.
"That's alright Durnik. I always had a small preference for the company of animals instead of ladies. You know how they can be sometimes," Garion said, almost somewhat apologetically.
But Durnik laughed and they both went out back to see how the gardens were coming along.
* * * * * * * *
"Dear Ce'Nedra," Vella said as she went to embrace her. "My, Geran, how you have grown over the years. It's almost like you were just 1 yesterday and here you are, becoming a fine lad as far as I can see."
Geran giggled and went to give her a hug.
"It's nice to see you, too."
"Aunt Pol," Ce'Nedra went and flung her arms around the woman who helped her through her maturing.
"Hello dear," Polgara answered, embracing her as well. "Have you missed us that much?"
"More than you can imagine, Aunt Pol." The little queen's eyes began to fill with tears, and she stood there, bawling like a little girl.
"My dear, whatever is the matter?" Aunt Pol looked a little confused at the sudden outburst.
"Oh, enough of this nonsense Ce'Nedra," came a voice from the door.
As she turned around, she saw the Lady Poledra standing in the doorway with a basket full of-eggs? "Lady Poledra," she went to greet the golden-eyed woman, who gave birth to the amazing Polgara.
"And how have you been?" she asked, putting the basket down so as not to drop it.
"It's just so lonely on that island!" Ce'Nedra said, still trying to stifle her crying. "Nobody is around for me to talk to after Arell's death. Oh, I miss her so much. And Cyradis is busy trying to keep Zakath from making any mistakes and Liselle is with Silk somewhere. Adara is with her children and Prala is still with Urgit. I don't know who else there is for me to be with."
"Well, now you have some time to talk with us then, don't you?"
Ce'Nedra turned and found Liselle, Cyradis, Taiba and Adara standing behind her. "Oh, you're all here!" she exclaimed, going into another fit. "I have missed all of you so much!"
"As we have you," Adara replied, and they all went to embrace Ce'Nedra.
"All right, these greetings are starting to get a little tiring and the day is wearing on. Now, why don't we all have a seat and talk about our adventures over a nice cup of tea."
* * * * * * *
"This place looks so much like Faldor's Farm did," Garion exclaimed as he was walking through the barn for the first time.
"The design was to remind us somewhat of that marvelous place," Durnik replied, clearly proud of his work. "Actually, I built it this way in favor of your aunt. She has missed it as we all have."
"Do you think it's still there?"
"Of course Garion. Why shouldn't it be?"
"Just because. Do you think Zubrette and Rundorig are well?"
"I'm sure they are, Garion. I'm very sure."
Suddenly, hands came over Garion's eyes and a familiar voice asked from behind him, "Guess who?"
Startled, he turned around and found himself looking directly into the grinning face of Eriond. "Eriond! This is getting more shocking by the minute!"
"Yes it is, isn't it?"
Garion turned around, and found Silk poking his head out of the straw pile, his ferret-like face filled with glee sneakiness. To his left appeared the familiar black lock of Hettar, and out of the second straw pile came another evil laugh. This time it was Urgit having his fun and Zakath slipped from under the fence that held the cows. Relg came through the wall, which made Silk turn pale when he saw his entry.
Garion's eyes were getting moist and as he was smiling, and he asked in a quavering voice "Is this an ambush to greet the king?"
"Only if the king is one of our dearest friends" Hettar replied, putting his hand on Garion's shoulder.
"Have you missed us allot?" Silk and Urgit asked at the same time.
Garion put on a thoughtful expression and replied "No more than me being able to miss you guys in a whole decade."
Then they all bent over laughing, gave each other hugs and talked about the latest before finishing putting the horses in the stable and walking back together.
Just as they walked out of the barn, a silver wolf sat on its haunches in their path and had it's tongue lolling out in a grinning expression.
"Nice to see you grandfather."
The wolf shimmered and changed into the form of Belgarath, the sorcerer. "I thought you'd never come" he said.
"Honestly Garion, you can only stay away for so long until someone just decides it's rude." Silk said, smiling with his nose twitching all the while. That seemed to be a hereditary trait among Drasnians.
"Well, I came didn't I?"
"Yes, at least a month later than what you were due."
"Have you been here all this time?"
"Traveling," Silk replied.
"Business," Urgit added on.
"Sight-seeing,"
"Business,"
"Being entertained by the weather,"
"Business,"
"And conducting business was just one of our little things to pass the time away."
"Our?" Garion had a worried expression on his face and looked at Hettar. "There not seriously-?" He broke off.
"Actually, they cheated me for a very nice saber, which I'm still deciding whether or not to drive right through both of them." Hettar got an evil little expression on his face.
"Now Hettar, play nice," Zakath said, still laughing helplessly.
"Would you ever expect anything else from me?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"I choose to keep my comments to myself," Zakath said, looking away uneasily.
"Keep your comments-"Silk began
"Or your guts?" Urgit finished.
"That's enough from both of you," Belgarath told them crisply. "I am expecting some more trouble coming, for what reason I have absolutely no clue."
"Are you sure it hasn't arrived yet?" Eriond asked, eyeing Urgit and Silk suspiciously.
"My, haven't we matured over the months?" A blue-banded hawk came swooping down, landing next to the marching group of men. "And where would our destination be this time, my dear gents'?" Beldin was going back into the speech of Feldegast for some reason, but it kept them entertained.
"If you haven't noticed, old dwarf, we're going to Pol's cottage for supper." Belgarath answered, showing his being annoyed with his brother.
"Of course I see, me dear Belgr'ath," he said, enjoying each minute of Belgarath being set on the edge, " 'Tis just a humble question for knowl'dge, me Belgr'ath."
"Would you stop that!"
"As soon as y' open the door, because we be here."
As soon as they entered, they could smell the dinner cooking, and both sets of twins were there, Belkira, Beltira, and Polgara's children.
"What kept you gentlemen?" Adara asked, as they entered.
Silk began looking around in amazement.
"Whatever are you looking for?" Liselle asked in confusion.
"Some gentlemen of course," Silk answered, keeping a straight face. " You said you saw some enter and I'm eager to meet them."
"Oh, how I wish it were true if I were to tell you to look in a mirror," Liselle said in a very disappointed voice. "I'm afraid such creations became extinct when you were born , dear Kheldar."
"Oh, hush up."
"One for her," Zakath muttered to Hettar and Garion, and they both were grinning broadly.
"I wonder what's for dinner?" Urgit asked, looking dazed with anticipation.
"Maybe we should change the dinner plans and have some Drasnian Stew?"
"I was just curious, Liselle. There's no need to get snippy about it."
"Snippy?"
"Uh, Kheldar will finish my conversation for me."
"What?"
"All right, enough of this nonsense," came Polgara's voice from behind the rowdiness happening. "Everybody march towards the bathroom to wash your hands, before anyone even thinks about sneaking some food. Including you, father."
Belgarath had been edging towards the table while she had her back turned on him. "Was there something you wanted, Pol?"
"Bathroom, now."
"Of course, Pol."
"At least the Old Wolf is smelling better," Poledra told her daughter. "You have absolutely no idea how much of an effort it was for me to get him even NEAR a bathtub."
"I can only imagine," then all the ladies were giggling as they helped place the dinner table.
* * * * * * * * *
After they all had gotten their fill of roasted pork, fried fish, mashed potatoes, and a very delicate egg salad, they all sat around the fire and enjoyed each other's company, even if it was without words.
"Where are the children?" Adara asked, suddenly breaking the silence.
"I believe they are out in the barn, playing in the haystack." Polgara said, after listening for the giggles of her children.
"Garion," Ce'Nedra said after a moment, "it's getting dark outside and I do think it would be best if the children came inside now."
"Whatever you think is best dear." As Garion was rising to his feet, he just remembered why he so desperately needed to come here in the first place. "Grandfather," he began, slightly moving his fingers in the secret language, "why don't you come along as well?" but his fingers were telling a very different story -I have something very important to show and tell you.-
After a moment of thoughtful thinking, Belgarath also rose, suggesting that Beldin should come along, too.
"If you say so," and the gnarled dwarf also came up behind them, walking out the door and shutting it closed.
"All right Garion," Belgarath asked, "what's this all about?"
"Grandfather, have you seen any kind of new prophet?"
"Not me, but Beldin's been researching something fairly new, I believe."
"Depending on what we're talking about," Beldin replied, also gaining some interest now.
"Have you heard or read anything about the boy who lived?"
"Some things I have lately heard about him, now that you mention it. But it's only coming from those like the guy who said the whole Mrin Codex or the Mallorean Gospels. It's from those fanatics again."
"Ok, now watch what happens to the Orb," Garion said, as he was pulling the Orb out of the pouch around his waist-belt. "Voldemort" Garion whispered, and the Orb turned an angry crimson.
"Amazing" Belgarath said in awe.
"There's a name you don't hear everyday," Beldin added, also very shocked by the Orb's sudden change of hatred. "Who could this Voldemort fellow be, or what has he done?"
"Here's another thing-Dumbledore." Garion held the Orb out further, so they could all see as it turned into a friendly greenish turquoise.
"How could this be happening?" Belgarath said, when suddenly, behind him appeared the transparent image of the god Aldur.
"What is happening, my son?" Aldur asked, as he felt the Orb growing restless for some reason.
"We do not know as of yet, master," Beldin replied, trying to figure out if there's an explanation for the Orb's strange behavior.
"Master," Garion exclaimed, "do watch what happens when I speak this name." Garion focused himself totally on the glowing rock in his hand and spoke, "Harry Potter." The stone leaped and turned a golden yellow, like the sun, when it landed back in Garion's hand, no trace of its usual blue anywhere.
A/N: That's the ending of this chapter, wonder what going to happen next time. Hope you liked it, and please, R/R.
A/N: Like the First chapter says-this story is a cross over from David Eddings and Harry Potter. Man, this is getting more entertaining by the minute. Ok, enough chitchat, down to business now. Harry is sick, Garion is confused, and you as the reader have no idea what's going on or what's wrong, correct? Good, but if you do know what's happening, do you mind telling me? Because I'm making this up as I go along. Maybe I should change this into some kind of 'James Bond' thing.there's something to think about. Ok R/R if you would be so kind.
None of the characters are my property or ever will be. Dang, that's just bad luck right there waiting to happen. Maybe I should sneak out the copyrights and then.
Chapter 3- Reunions galore and Changes of Destiny
"Garion, Ce'Nedra, so good to see you!" Durnik called out of the door as he saw them riding in. "How was traveling?"
"It was fairly decent," Garion answered, looking around at the Vale. He always loved that feeling of welcome whenever he came. "Is grandfather around?"
"Still cooped up in his tower, or should I say, again?"
"Durnik, would you mind terribly if I went in to see how everybody is?" Ce'Nedra asked, desperate to find a warm room with some tea if possible.
"Not at all dear, just leave your horse here and I'll take him around back."
"Thank you so much." The little queen nearly jumped off of her horse, eager to see how the twins were and for some tea, not to mention a fire.
"You and Geran can also go in if you'd like Garion," Durnik said, taking the bridles from hanging in space.
Geran was already following his mother's lead, also wanting to feel some warmth.
"That's alright Durnik. I always had a small preference for the company of animals instead of ladies. You know how they can be sometimes," Garion said, almost somewhat apologetically.
But Durnik laughed and they both went out back to see how the gardens were coming along.
* * * * * * * *
"Dear Ce'Nedra," Vella said as she went to embrace her. "My, Geran, how you have grown over the years. It's almost like you were just 1 yesterday and here you are, becoming a fine lad as far as I can see."
Geran giggled and went to give her a hug.
"It's nice to see you, too."
"Aunt Pol," Ce'Nedra went and flung her arms around the woman who helped her through her maturing.
"Hello dear," Polgara answered, embracing her as well. "Have you missed us that much?"
"More than you can imagine, Aunt Pol." The little queen's eyes began to fill with tears, and she stood there, bawling like a little girl.
"My dear, whatever is the matter?" Aunt Pol looked a little confused at the sudden outburst.
"Oh, enough of this nonsense Ce'Nedra," came a voice from the door.
As she turned around, she saw the Lady Poledra standing in the doorway with a basket full of-eggs? "Lady Poledra," she went to greet the golden-eyed woman, who gave birth to the amazing Polgara.
"And how have you been?" she asked, putting the basket down so as not to drop it.
"It's just so lonely on that island!" Ce'Nedra said, still trying to stifle her crying. "Nobody is around for me to talk to after Arell's death. Oh, I miss her so much. And Cyradis is busy trying to keep Zakath from making any mistakes and Liselle is with Silk somewhere. Adara is with her children and Prala is still with Urgit. I don't know who else there is for me to be with."
"Well, now you have some time to talk with us then, don't you?"
Ce'Nedra turned and found Liselle, Cyradis, Taiba and Adara standing behind her. "Oh, you're all here!" she exclaimed, going into another fit. "I have missed all of you so much!"
"As we have you," Adara replied, and they all went to embrace Ce'Nedra.
"All right, these greetings are starting to get a little tiring and the day is wearing on. Now, why don't we all have a seat and talk about our adventures over a nice cup of tea."
* * * * * * *
"This place looks so much like Faldor's Farm did," Garion exclaimed as he was walking through the barn for the first time.
"The design was to remind us somewhat of that marvelous place," Durnik replied, clearly proud of his work. "Actually, I built it this way in favor of your aunt. She has missed it as we all have."
"Do you think it's still there?"
"Of course Garion. Why shouldn't it be?"
"Just because. Do you think Zubrette and Rundorig are well?"
"I'm sure they are, Garion. I'm very sure."
Suddenly, hands came over Garion's eyes and a familiar voice asked from behind him, "Guess who?"
Startled, he turned around and found himself looking directly into the grinning face of Eriond. "Eriond! This is getting more shocking by the minute!"
"Yes it is, isn't it?"
Garion turned around, and found Silk poking his head out of the straw pile, his ferret-like face filled with glee sneakiness. To his left appeared the familiar black lock of Hettar, and out of the second straw pile came another evil laugh. This time it was Urgit having his fun and Zakath slipped from under the fence that held the cows. Relg came through the wall, which made Silk turn pale when he saw his entry.
Garion's eyes were getting moist and as he was smiling, and he asked in a quavering voice "Is this an ambush to greet the king?"
"Only if the king is one of our dearest friends" Hettar replied, putting his hand on Garion's shoulder.
"Have you missed us allot?" Silk and Urgit asked at the same time.
Garion put on a thoughtful expression and replied "No more than me being able to miss you guys in a whole decade."
Then they all bent over laughing, gave each other hugs and talked about the latest before finishing putting the horses in the stable and walking back together.
Just as they walked out of the barn, a silver wolf sat on its haunches in their path and had it's tongue lolling out in a grinning expression.
"Nice to see you grandfather."
The wolf shimmered and changed into the form of Belgarath, the sorcerer. "I thought you'd never come" he said.
"Honestly Garion, you can only stay away for so long until someone just decides it's rude." Silk said, smiling with his nose twitching all the while. That seemed to be a hereditary trait among Drasnians.
"Well, I came didn't I?"
"Yes, at least a month later than what you were due."
"Have you been here all this time?"
"Traveling," Silk replied.
"Business," Urgit added on.
"Sight-seeing,"
"Business,"
"Being entertained by the weather,"
"Business,"
"And conducting business was just one of our little things to pass the time away."
"Our?" Garion had a worried expression on his face and looked at Hettar. "There not seriously-?" He broke off.
"Actually, they cheated me for a very nice saber, which I'm still deciding whether or not to drive right through both of them." Hettar got an evil little expression on his face.
"Now Hettar, play nice," Zakath said, still laughing helplessly.
"Would you ever expect anything else from me?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"I choose to keep my comments to myself," Zakath said, looking away uneasily.
"Keep your comments-"Silk began
"Or your guts?" Urgit finished.
"That's enough from both of you," Belgarath told them crisply. "I am expecting some more trouble coming, for what reason I have absolutely no clue."
"Are you sure it hasn't arrived yet?" Eriond asked, eyeing Urgit and Silk suspiciously.
"My, haven't we matured over the months?" A blue-banded hawk came swooping down, landing next to the marching group of men. "And where would our destination be this time, my dear gents'?" Beldin was going back into the speech of Feldegast for some reason, but it kept them entertained.
"If you haven't noticed, old dwarf, we're going to Pol's cottage for supper." Belgarath answered, showing his being annoyed with his brother.
"Of course I see, me dear Belgr'ath," he said, enjoying each minute of Belgarath being set on the edge, " 'Tis just a humble question for knowl'dge, me Belgr'ath."
"Would you stop that!"
"As soon as y' open the door, because we be here."
As soon as they entered, they could smell the dinner cooking, and both sets of twins were there, Belkira, Beltira, and Polgara's children.
"What kept you gentlemen?" Adara asked, as they entered.
Silk began looking around in amazement.
"Whatever are you looking for?" Liselle asked in confusion.
"Some gentlemen of course," Silk answered, keeping a straight face. " You said you saw some enter and I'm eager to meet them."
"Oh, how I wish it were true if I were to tell you to look in a mirror," Liselle said in a very disappointed voice. "I'm afraid such creations became extinct when you were born , dear Kheldar."
"Oh, hush up."
"One for her," Zakath muttered to Hettar and Garion, and they both were grinning broadly.
"I wonder what's for dinner?" Urgit asked, looking dazed with anticipation.
"Maybe we should change the dinner plans and have some Drasnian Stew?"
"I was just curious, Liselle. There's no need to get snippy about it."
"Snippy?"
"Uh, Kheldar will finish my conversation for me."
"What?"
"All right, enough of this nonsense," came Polgara's voice from behind the rowdiness happening. "Everybody march towards the bathroom to wash your hands, before anyone even thinks about sneaking some food. Including you, father."
Belgarath had been edging towards the table while she had her back turned on him. "Was there something you wanted, Pol?"
"Bathroom, now."
"Of course, Pol."
"At least the Old Wolf is smelling better," Poledra told her daughter. "You have absolutely no idea how much of an effort it was for me to get him even NEAR a bathtub."
"I can only imagine," then all the ladies were giggling as they helped place the dinner table.
* * * * * * * * *
After they all had gotten their fill of roasted pork, fried fish, mashed potatoes, and a very delicate egg salad, they all sat around the fire and enjoyed each other's company, even if it was without words.
"Where are the children?" Adara asked, suddenly breaking the silence.
"I believe they are out in the barn, playing in the haystack." Polgara said, after listening for the giggles of her children.
"Garion," Ce'Nedra said after a moment, "it's getting dark outside and I do think it would be best if the children came inside now."
"Whatever you think is best dear." As Garion was rising to his feet, he just remembered why he so desperately needed to come here in the first place. "Grandfather," he began, slightly moving his fingers in the secret language, "why don't you come along as well?" but his fingers were telling a very different story -I have something very important to show and tell you.-
After a moment of thoughtful thinking, Belgarath also rose, suggesting that Beldin should come along, too.
"If you say so," and the gnarled dwarf also came up behind them, walking out the door and shutting it closed.
"All right Garion," Belgarath asked, "what's this all about?"
"Grandfather, have you seen any kind of new prophet?"
"Not me, but Beldin's been researching something fairly new, I believe."
"Depending on what we're talking about," Beldin replied, also gaining some interest now.
"Have you heard or read anything about the boy who lived?"
"Some things I have lately heard about him, now that you mention it. But it's only coming from those like the guy who said the whole Mrin Codex or the Mallorean Gospels. It's from those fanatics again."
"Ok, now watch what happens to the Orb," Garion said, as he was pulling the Orb out of the pouch around his waist-belt. "Voldemort" Garion whispered, and the Orb turned an angry crimson.
"Amazing" Belgarath said in awe.
"There's a name you don't hear everyday," Beldin added, also very shocked by the Orb's sudden change of hatred. "Who could this Voldemort fellow be, or what has he done?"
"Here's another thing-Dumbledore." Garion held the Orb out further, so they could all see as it turned into a friendly greenish turquoise.
"How could this be happening?" Belgarath said, when suddenly, behind him appeared the transparent image of the god Aldur.
"What is happening, my son?" Aldur asked, as he felt the Orb growing restless for some reason.
"We do not know as of yet, master," Beldin replied, trying to figure out if there's an explanation for the Orb's strange behavior.
"Master," Garion exclaimed, "do watch what happens when I speak this name." Garion focused himself totally on the glowing rock in his hand and spoke, "Harry Potter." The stone leaped and turned a golden yellow, like the sun, when it landed back in Garion's hand, no trace of its usual blue anywhere.
A/N: That's the ending of this chapter, wonder what going to happen next time. Hope you liked it, and please, R/R.
