A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, I've been busy with other stories. Also, I had the evil ELA's at school, so that took up some of my time as well. Sorry! Anyhow, I finally checked back to this story and saw that I had 15 reviews for one chapter! O.O! Anyways, thank you to all that reviewed! It means a lot! If you could continue to review with thoughts, comments, flames, whatever, I would greatly appreciate it! Thanks!

Back at Camp

Legolas stared at Aragorn, then back at the children. They were obviously terrified, and were watching the two grown men wearily. "Perhaps we should get them back to camp before we ask them any questions, Aragorn." The elf said quietly.

Harry looked curiously at Legolas. He nudged Ron and Hermione, then pointed to Legolas. "Check out his clothes…weird. Have you ever seen clothes like that?"

His companions shook their heads, regarding Legolas curiously, as well as Aragorn.

Aragorn seemed to consider what Legolas had suggested, then nodded. "Perhaps you are right, Legolas. Let us get them back to camp. Perhaps Gimli or Boromir may have questions for our new…friends."

Aragorn led the children through the woods, Legolas bringing up the rear. He talked to Legolas in elvish; hoping the wizards would not be able to understand them. "Are they with Sauron?" he asked, motioning to the trio.

"I do not know, Aragorn." Legolas replied.

"What do you think?" Aragorn asked. Harry stared at him intently with his dazzling eyes, but quickly looked away when Aragorn turned his piercing stare at him.

Legolas looked at the children, all of whom had their eyes on the ground, following silently. "I truly do not think so, Aragorn, but we shall see. It seems strange for there to be wizards this young, but…" he trailed off, sighing heavily. "We do not know the limits to Sauron's evil. Perhaps these children ARE evil, and are a very clever spying attempt."

Aragorn nodded, then paused. They had arrived at camp.

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"We were wondering where you had…where you…uh…" Gimli began, then trailed off staring at the three teenagers being flanked by the ranger and the elf.

Aragorn looked around the camp. The hobbits had turned around, and were goggling at the newcomers. Except Frodo. He regarded them dully, and Aragorn would have bet all the Lembas in Rivendell he had only turned around to make sure everyone had come back. He didn't seem to notice that they were not part of the group…he was too deep in grief.

Boromir still was away, but that didn't matter. Aragorn could manage without him.

"We have some…visitors." Aragorn drawled.

The red haired boy snorted, then muttered "Great, we come to another world, and we meet up with a Snape!" to Harry, who kicked him swiftly to make him shut up. Legolas watched them until they fell silent under his mildly amused stare.

Aragorn cleared his throat, then continued. "They claim to be wizards."

"Gandalf?" Frodo murmured, his blue eyes scanning Harry, Hermione, and finally falling on Ron.

"We don't really know, yet, Frodo. We intend to find out." Aragorn added, and Harry gritted his teeth.

"We haven't done ANYTHING wrong! We told you: we don't know how we got here! We're just kids!" Harry screamed at Aragorn, and Ron and Hermione restrained him from jumping at Aragorn.

"You said you are wizards." Aragorn pointed out lightly in a maddeningly calm voice. If the children had known him better, they would have been terrified by this voice. It was Aragorn's I-Am-Not-Going-To-Cut-You-Slack-But-I-Will-Cut-Your-Throat voice.

"We ARE! But we aren't bad!" Harry cried, shoulders drooping slightly. Ron and Hermione stayed behind him, ready to come to his aide if he decided to fight. They knew he had put up with a lot from his aunt and uncle, and he had recently been standing up for himself more and more. Even though they knew that, they were still amazed that he was standing up against a stranger.

"I asked you before: where are your staffs?" Aragorn hissed coolly. Legolas stepped forward and put a hand on his arm, trying to get him to calm down. Aragorn had been affected by the loss of Gandalf, and now it was coming out.

Everyone glared at one another, the air thick with tension. Ron curled his hands into fists. The hobbits (excluding Frodo) stood up and put their hands on the hilt of their daggers, preparing for a fight. Gimli cleared his throat loudly (making half the camp jump) and planted his feet in the underbrush, still clutching the axe he had promised to Frodo.

A/N: Hope you liked this chapter, sorry it took so long! Please review, and I will continue! I promise this will get better, I have an idea or two up my sleeve. And Aragorn will probably get nicer, just give him a little while to work of the steam…