A/N: Yeah, here is the second chapter! At last, it starts! And it starts
with the Fellowship, too. Don't forget, this is STILL a LotR/HP fanfic, so
don't worry. AND NO SLASHES!!! I still do not own a thing.
Chapter 2
The Fellowship had found a clearing that would serve as a shelter as the evening grew. They put down their packs and started a small fire. It was still fairly light, but a wind had started from the west and now they were anxious to get some warmth. Sam was tending the fire as Aragorn gathered some more twigs and fallen branches to help the fire grow. The other members of the Fellowship huddled around the fire, and pulled their cloaks near them, with the exception of one.
Frodo stood a distance away from his fellow companions, all eager to warm their stiff bodies from the day's wearisome hiking. He glanced back once more and then, quietly and unnoticed, slipped through the trees and bushes enclosing the clearing.
He walked on through the dense forest surrounding him, looking for a spot in which he could sit and think undisturbed. He walked on a bit more and found the perfect spot: another clearing, although much smaller to the one they had made camp in, with a few trees and some boulders encircling it, as if to mark an area that someone could come back to. Frodo thought it odd, but he found himself walking towards it none-the-less. He climbed on top of one of the boulders and slid down into the very small, circular clearing. He waltzed over to one of the trees and sat down against it, his back resting on its trunk. He closed his eyes and began to think. It was only a few days ago since they had fled from the Mines of Moria, after having crossed the Bridge of Khazad-dum. It was there that Gandalf had met his fate, and whilst trying to face the Balrog as the Fellowship crossed the Bridge, the Bridge crumbled and the Balrog fell, taking Gandalf with him. There they had fallen into the black abyss, and the Fellowship had no choice but to go on, without Gandalf to lead them. Frodo sighed as he sadly thought over this. They were now headed to the realm of Lorien, the Elf haven, Aragorn had said, but how much further he could not tell. Frodo pondered over this as he opened his eyes, and gasped.
In the clearing, only less than a foot away from him, a wall had formed, only it wasn't solid. It looked to be made of liquid, its murky form flowing about and looked as if mist were swirling about inside, blocking Frodo's trail of vision to the other side of the clearing. It was an oval- like shape, and the liquid wall ended at the tips of the line of the oval. Frodo edged to the side, careful not to touch it, and could see the rest of the clearing on the other side. The wall looked to be as thin as a leaf. Frodo continued to gaze transfixed at the wall, and he decided to head back to tell the others what he had found. He started to turn, but since there was only limited space in the clearing, his arm accidentally brushed against the wall of liquid, and he felt himself being pulled into it completely, and a rush of wind swept past his ears.
A/N: Cliff! Yeah, sorry that was a long chapter, but I like describing things. Don't worry, I love to write action and humor and all that other good stuff too. So please, if you could spare the time, Review my story! I would appreciate it, thank you!
Chapter 2
The Fellowship had found a clearing that would serve as a shelter as the evening grew. They put down their packs and started a small fire. It was still fairly light, but a wind had started from the west and now they were anxious to get some warmth. Sam was tending the fire as Aragorn gathered some more twigs and fallen branches to help the fire grow. The other members of the Fellowship huddled around the fire, and pulled their cloaks near them, with the exception of one.
Frodo stood a distance away from his fellow companions, all eager to warm their stiff bodies from the day's wearisome hiking. He glanced back once more and then, quietly and unnoticed, slipped through the trees and bushes enclosing the clearing.
He walked on through the dense forest surrounding him, looking for a spot in which he could sit and think undisturbed. He walked on a bit more and found the perfect spot: another clearing, although much smaller to the one they had made camp in, with a few trees and some boulders encircling it, as if to mark an area that someone could come back to. Frodo thought it odd, but he found himself walking towards it none-the-less. He climbed on top of one of the boulders and slid down into the very small, circular clearing. He waltzed over to one of the trees and sat down against it, his back resting on its trunk. He closed his eyes and began to think. It was only a few days ago since they had fled from the Mines of Moria, after having crossed the Bridge of Khazad-dum. It was there that Gandalf had met his fate, and whilst trying to face the Balrog as the Fellowship crossed the Bridge, the Bridge crumbled and the Balrog fell, taking Gandalf with him. There they had fallen into the black abyss, and the Fellowship had no choice but to go on, without Gandalf to lead them. Frodo sighed as he sadly thought over this. They were now headed to the realm of Lorien, the Elf haven, Aragorn had said, but how much further he could not tell. Frodo pondered over this as he opened his eyes, and gasped.
In the clearing, only less than a foot away from him, a wall had formed, only it wasn't solid. It looked to be made of liquid, its murky form flowing about and looked as if mist were swirling about inside, blocking Frodo's trail of vision to the other side of the clearing. It was an oval- like shape, and the liquid wall ended at the tips of the line of the oval. Frodo edged to the side, careful not to touch it, and could see the rest of the clearing on the other side. The wall looked to be as thin as a leaf. Frodo continued to gaze transfixed at the wall, and he decided to head back to tell the others what he had found. He started to turn, but since there was only limited space in the clearing, his arm accidentally brushed against the wall of liquid, and he felt himself being pulled into it completely, and a rush of wind swept past his ears.
A/N: Cliff! Yeah, sorry that was a long chapter, but I like describing things. Don't worry, I love to write action and humor and all that other good stuff too. So please, if you could spare the time, Review my story! I would appreciate it, thank you!