Disclaimer: I have to say that I do not own any thing from Harry Potter or
Lord of the Rings. Harry Potter is owned by the brilliant J.K. Rowling.
Lord of the Rings is owned by the genius J.R.R. Tolkien. (Notice the
uncanny similarity between Tolkien and Rowling how they both like to use
initials. I thought that was kinda uncanny, but maybe it's just a British
thing. Which I'm not.) In this I use lines from both the movies owned by
New Line and from Tolkien, I just combine them. I own nothing, I'm just
taking the characters for a joy ride.
AN: In this chapter we have the Council of Elrond and Harry will tell his
secret. How will the others react? One way to find out.
Note: In this chapter I copy some lines from the movie Fellowship of the
Rings which is owned by New Line Cinemas. So all the words aren't mine!
Harry and Frodo's Big Switch Chapter 3- Harry's Decision
Harry couldn't believe his luck. He had been minding his business one minute and the next thing he knew he was in someone else's body and was suffering from a fatal wound. What a pity, Hermione just had to be reading that book. For the moment though there was nothing Harry could do except try to hang on and fight the sickness overwhelming him. Harry had felt nothing more painful in his entire life than this knife injury, which had to be full of dark magic. Not even the times when he had grown back a set of arm bones or when that arm was pierced with a basilisk fang. Neither of those amounted to this pain. Briefly Harry thought that he was going to die and this wound was going to overcome him. If that happened then nobody would know whatever happened to the real Harry Potter. The thought of Ron and Hermione kept him going. He knew he had to fight it and survive.
After awhile they stopped again. Strider pulled Harry off the pony so Harry could eat something. So far his plan was working, nobody suspected he was not the real Frodo. Maybe part of the reason was that he rarely talked, the coldness and pain being so great. As much as Harry fought it the weaker he got. The rest were all extremely worried about him. Merry and Pippin who usually would be very cheerful and optimistic were also looking very grim. Harry had to hand it to Sam though, he was obviously a very good friend to Frodo cause he never left Harry's side and was always asking him how he was. This struck Harry's heart because it reminded him of the friends he didn't know if he would ever see again.
As time went on and they got closer to Rivendell, Harry felt himself slipping. Harry was very concerned because he knew the Rng would be claimed if he died. The wraithes would torture him forever. And they are worse than dementors. Harry thought and then shuddered. Harry had read the trilogy ages ago, but for some strange reason he forgot everything about the plot, where they went and how it ended, much to his dismay. How could he just "forget" a story like that, especially when he became a part of the story. Then a new thought came to his head. Am I altering the story from the way its supposed to be. Harry hoped not.
Soon Harry became delirious and unpleasant nightmares began to haunt him. The cold on his side would go away and only got worse. Sam looked at him and felt his forehead. "Mr. Frodo? He's going cold!" he said to Strider. Pippin looked at Strider "Is he going to die?" Strider looked at him "He is passing into the shadow world, soon he will become a wraith like them." A wraith is heard in the distance. "They're close" Merry stated. "I am going to search out more athelas, wait here."
Strider walked a short was out holding a torch in front of him, praying that he would see the powerful healing plant. There, there it is he thought approaching a green plant. hen just as he was going to cut it a sword was at his throat "What's this?" a feminine voice said "A ranger caught off his guard" Strider looked up at the elven woman and smiled.
The two rushed over to Harry and opened his shirt to see the wound. Harry was so out of it; he hardly noticed what was going on. Strider put some of the plant on the wound. Harry moaned. "She's an elf" Sam stated, noticing her pointy ears. He's fading. He's not going to last. We have to get him to my father. I've been looking for you for two days. There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know." Strider then lifted Harry onto the magnificent white horse. Soon after the elven woman Arwen also mounted the horse. "Arwen ride hard and don't look back" he said. Then Arwen spoke to the horse "Noro lim Asfoloth noro lim" (AN: noro lim means ride fast, Asfoloth is the horse's name)
The race began. Arwen soon found herself being tailed by very persistent wraiths. Her horse could tell that the situation was desperate and gave it all he had. Harry was slipping even more; he was unaware of most things and was getting close to death. Finally Arwen had almost reached safety. She crossed the Ford of Bruinen and then waited. The head Nazgul called out to her "Give up the Halfling she- elf" Arwen drew her sword. "If you want him come and claim him." She said. The 9 also drew swords and then began to cross. Then she chanted : "Nîn o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer!" (AN: In Elvish it means: Waters of the Misty Mountains listen to the great word flow, waters of Loudwater against the Ringwraiths!) The waters rose up and they looked as if they were charging horses. They rammed the Ringwraiths and washed them away. Arwen then paid attention to Harry. She hoped she was not too late. ~~~~ 4 nights and 3 days later~~~~ Harry wakes up and is subconscious when he calls out. "Where am I?" Then a voice replied and made him wake up. "You are in the House of Elrond and it is 10:00 in the morning, on October the 24 if you want to know." Harry opened his eyes and saw a wizard sitting by his bed who looked a good deal like Dumbledore. Realizing who this person had to be Harry said "Gandalf?" The wizard smiled 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 have some strength in you, dear hobbit." At once Harry felt guilty and decided to face the music.
Harry took a deep breath and said. "I am not a hobbit. Most of the time I am actually a human boy named Harry Potter." The old wizard looked at him with a strange look. "Come again" Harry sighed "Look, one day I was minded my own business when this lightening bolt hit me. The next thing I know I'm in the body of this hobbit that had a very painful shoulder injury. I have no clue why it happened, it just did." Gandalf looked a bit grave "That is the strangest story I have ever heard, but I believe you. Tell me about yourself." "My name is Harry Potter, I am 15 am a wizard in my 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am an orphan and I live with my miserable aunt and uncle in Surrey, England. They call me the "Boy Who Lives" because when an evil wizard call Voldemort came to my home when I was 1, he killed my parents but couldn't kill me and it destroyed his powers. My best friends are Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, and I have an owl named Hedwig. My Godfather, Sirius Black is a supposed serial killer and I have a friends who are Giants, Werewolves and House- Elves. I am the Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and I am a Parseltongue." Then Harry took a deep breath and looked up at Gandalf. Gandalf looked a bit upset, but also somewhat pleased. "That is quite the tail, even though I must admit I don't understand half of it. You are a wizard you say. Here there are very few of the Istari. Your world must be pretty incredible to have a whole school to train wizards. I believe that I can trust you Harry Potter, do you know of the burden you bear?" Harry nodded. "In my world this tale of the Ring is written in a book, unfortunately I forget how this turns out. I do know that history behind the Ring and why it's so important to destroy it." Gandalf smiled "Well it must turn out good if a story is written about this. Well Harry, I will leave you now and report this to Elrond. Rest, you are mending, but you shouldn't exert yourself, for there is a council tomorrow that you are expected to show up for."
Later that day Harry woke up and found Sam waiting for him. "Hello Harry" Sam said. Harry looked at him. "You know?" Sam laughed "Everyone knows by now, Elrond and the other elves are totally baffled." Harry looked at him "I'm sorry your friend can't be with you now" "That's allright Mr. Harry, its probably best Mr. Frodo can have a nice little vacation from himself for awhile. I just hope he comes back" "Sam I think that what ever did that was magic and I know that my headmaster Dumbledore will try to find a way to bring me back.It just might.er take awhile." "Yes, so tell me, whats it like to do magic?"
~~~~The next day at The Council of Elrond~~~~
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You are summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands on the brink of destruction. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring Harry" Elrond stated. Harry stood and approached the center, setting the Ring on a large rock, then sitting down again. Everyone stared at the Ring and whispered amongst themselves.Then a man with blonde hair, who Harry didn't know stood up and began to talk. "It is a gift, a gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of my people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him. Then Strider contradicted him "You cannot wield it. None of us can. The ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master." The man shot him a spiteful glare "What would a ranger know of this matter?" An elf stood up in protest. "He is no mere ranger. This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." Aragorn told him to sit down and then Gandalf talked again "Aragorn is right. We cannot control it." Then Elrond resumes the floor "We have but one choice. The ring must be destroyed." Then a moment later a dwarf tried to cut the Ring in half, with no success of course. Elrond looked at him. "The ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. It 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 which it came. One of you must do this." No later than Elrond said this, there was an uproar. Gimli and Legolas were arguing as well as Boromir. They were arguing over who should take the Ring. Harry then realized what he must do. "I will take it" he said. Nobody noticed him at first. "I will take it" he said a little bit louder. "though I have no clue which way to go." Boromir gave Harry a look "But he is not even of this world, how can we trust him." Gandalf looked at him. "This boy may not be what he seems, but he is trustworthy, that I can tell. I feel he would be an amiable Ring bearer partially for the fact that this isn't his world." Then Gandalf turned to Harry "I will help you bear this burden for as long as it is yours to bear." Then Aragorn approached Harry "If by my life or my death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword." Then Legolas said "And my bow." The dwarf Gimli also came forward "And my axe." Then Boromir approached Harry "You carry the fate of us all, young wizard from a foreign world. But if this is truly the will of the council, Gondor will see it done. Then Sam came up saying "Mr.Frodo couldn't escape me and neither will you. I am coming also." Elrond observed "Even though your friend is not here I find that compassionate that you still won't separate from him. Even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." Then there were the patter of feet as Merry and Pippin came running. "Were coming too!" Merry said "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us." "Anyways" Pippin started, trying to help their case. "You need intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing." Merry rolled his eyes "Well that rules you out Pip." "Nine Companions." Elrond proclaimed. "So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring" "Great " Pippin said "Where are we going?"
AN: Ok it is 1:50 in the morning as I wrap up the third chapter to my story. Sorry if this was a bit boring or predictable, but I had to have it. I did use some of this straight from the FOTR script, but I didn't use it all. The next chapter Frodo will mount a broomstick, have potions with Snape, and encounter Malfoy. How will he survive? Well there is only one way to find out, read each chapter as they come and in the meantime review. When I get reviews I am inspired to write. I got one review and I wrote two chapters, so keep motivating me and I will give you a fun story. Well its time for me to sleep so bye!
Christina
Harry and Frodo's Big Switch Chapter 3- Harry's Decision
Harry couldn't believe his luck. He had been minding his business one minute and the next thing he knew he was in someone else's body and was suffering from a fatal wound. What a pity, Hermione just had to be reading that book. For the moment though there was nothing Harry could do except try to hang on and fight the sickness overwhelming him. Harry had felt nothing more painful in his entire life than this knife injury, which had to be full of dark magic. Not even the times when he had grown back a set of arm bones or when that arm was pierced with a basilisk fang. Neither of those amounted to this pain. Briefly Harry thought that he was going to die and this wound was going to overcome him. If that happened then nobody would know whatever happened to the real Harry Potter. The thought of Ron and Hermione kept him going. He knew he had to fight it and survive.
After awhile they stopped again. Strider pulled Harry off the pony so Harry could eat something. So far his plan was working, nobody suspected he was not the real Frodo. Maybe part of the reason was that he rarely talked, the coldness and pain being so great. As much as Harry fought it the weaker he got. The rest were all extremely worried about him. Merry and Pippin who usually would be very cheerful and optimistic were also looking very grim. Harry had to hand it to Sam though, he was obviously a very good friend to Frodo cause he never left Harry's side and was always asking him how he was. This struck Harry's heart because it reminded him of the friends he didn't know if he would ever see again.
As time went on and they got closer to Rivendell, Harry felt himself slipping. Harry was very concerned because he knew the Rng would be claimed if he died. The wraithes would torture him forever. And they are worse than dementors. Harry thought and then shuddered. Harry had read the trilogy ages ago, but for some strange reason he forgot everything about the plot, where they went and how it ended, much to his dismay. How could he just "forget" a story like that, especially when he became a part of the story. Then a new thought came to his head. Am I altering the story from the way its supposed to be. Harry hoped not.
Soon Harry became delirious and unpleasant nightmares began to haunt him. The cold on his side would go away and only got worse. Sam looked at him and felt his forehead. "Mr. Frodo? He's going cold!" he said to Strider. Pippin looked at Strider "Is he going to die?" Strider looked at him "He is passing into the shadow world, soon he will become a wraith like them." A wraith is heard in the distance. "They're close" Merry stated. "I am going to search out more athelas, wait here."
Strider walked a short was out holding a torch in front of him, praying that he would see the powerful healing plant. There, there it is he thought approaching a green plant. hen just as he was going to cut it a sword was at his throat "What's this?" a feminine voice said "A ranger caught off his guard" Strider looked up at the elven woman and smiled.
The two rushed over to Harry and opened his shirt to see the wound. Harry was so out of it; he hardly noticed what was going on. Strider put some of the plant on the wound. Harry moaned. "She's an elf" Sam stated, noticing her pointy ears. He's fading. He's not going to last. We have to get him to my father. I've been looking for you for two days. There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know." Strider then lifted Harry onto the magnificent white horse. Soon after the elven woman Arwen also mounted the horse. "Arwen ride hard and don't look back" he said. Then Arwen spoke to the horse "Noro lim Asfoloth noro lim" (AN: noro lim means ride fast, Asfoloth is the horse's name)
The race began. Arwen soon found herself being tailed by very persistent wraiths. Her horse could tell that the situation was desperate and gave it all he had. Harry was slipping even more; he was unaware of most things and was getting close to death. Finally Arwen had almost reached safety. She crossed the Ford of Bruinen and then waited. The head Nazgul called out to her "Give up the Halfling she- elf" Arwen drew her sword. "If you want him come and claim him." She said. The 9 also drew swords and then began to cross. Then she chanted : "Nîn o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer!" (AN: In Elvish it means: Waters of the Misty Mountains listen to the great word flow, waters of Loudwater against the Ringwraiths!) The waters rose up and they looked as if they were charging horses. They rammed the Ringwraiths and washed them away. Arwen then paid attention to Harry. She hoped she was not too late. ~~~~ 4 nights and 3 days later~~~~ Harry wakes up and is subconscious when he calls out. "Where am I?" Then a voice replied and made him wake up. "You are in the House of Elrond and it is 10:00 in the morning, on October the 24 if you want to know." Harry opened his eyes and saw a wizard sitting by his bed who looked a good deal like Dumbledore. Realizing who this person had to be Harry said "Gandalf?" The wizard smiled 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 have some strength in you, dear hobbit." At once Harry felt guilty and decided to face the music.
Harry took a deep breath and said. "I am not a hobbit. Most of the time I am actually a human boy named Harry Potter." The old wizard looked at him with a strange look. "Come again" Harry sighed "Look, one day I was minded my own business when this lightening bolt hit me. The next thing I know I'm in the body of this hobbit that had a very painful shoulder injury. I have no clue why it happened, it just did." Gandalf looked a bit grave "That is the strangest story I have ever heard, but I believe you. Tell me about yourself." "My name is Harry Potter, I am 15 am a wizard in my 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am an orphan and I live with my miserable aunt and uncle in Surrey, England. They call me the "Boy Who Lives" because when an evil wizard call Voldemort came to my home when I was 1, he killed my parents but couldn't kill me and it destroyed his powers. My best friends are Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, and I have an owl named Hedwig. My Godfather, Sirius Black is a supposed serial killer and I have a friends who are Giants, Werewolves and House- Elves. I am the Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and I am a Parseltongue." Then Harry took a deep breath and looked up at Gandalf. Gandalf looked a bit upset, but also somewhat pleased. "That is quite the tail, even though I must admit I don't understand half of it. You are a wizard you say. Here there are very few of the Istari. Your world must be pretty incredible to have a whole school to train wizards. I believe that I can trust you Harry Potter, do you know of the burden you bear?" Harry nodded. "In my world this tale of the Ring is written in a book, unfortunately I forget how this turns out. I do know that history behind the Ring and why it's so important to destroy it." Gandalf smiled "Well it must turn out good if a story is written about this. Well Harry, I will leave you now and report this to Elrond. Rest, you are mending, but you shouldn't exert yourself, for there is a council tomorrow that you are expected to show up for."
Later that day Harry woke up and found Sam waiting for him. "Hello Harry" Sam said. Harry looked at him. "You know?" Sam laughed "Everyone knows by now, Elrond and the other elves are totally baffled." Harry looked at him "I'm sorry your friend can't be with you now" "That's allright Mr. Harry, its probably best Mr. Frodo can have a nice little vacation from himself for awhile. I just hope he comes back" "Sam I think that what ever did that was magic and I know that my headmaster Dumbledore will try to find a way to bring me back.It just might.er take awhile." "Yes, so tell me, whats it like to do magic?"
~~~~The next day at The Council of Elrond~~~~
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You are summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands on the brink of destruction. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring Harry" Elrond stated. Harry stood and approached the center, setting the Ring on a large rock, then sitting down again. Everyone stared at the Ring and whispered amongst themselves.Then a man with blonde hair, who Harry didn't know stood up and began to talk. "It is a gift, a gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of my people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him. Then Strider contradicted him "You cannot wield it. None of us can. The ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master." The man shot him a spiteful glare "What would a ranger know of this matter?" An elf stood up in protest. "He is no mere ranger. This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." Aragorn told him to sit down and then Gandalf talked again "Aragorn is right. We cannot control it." Then Elrond resumes the floor "We have but one choice. The ring must be destroyed." Then a moment later a dwarf tried to cut the Ring in half, with no success of course. Elrond looked at him. "The ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. It 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 which it came. One of you must do this." No later than Elrond said this, there was an uproar. Gimli and Legolas were arguing as well as Boromir. They were arguing over who should take the Ring. Harry then realized what he must do. "I will take it" he said. Nobody noticed him at first. "I will take it" he said a little bit louder. "though I have no clue which way to go." Boromir gave Harry a look "But he is not even of this world, how can we trust him." Gandalf looked at him. "This boy may not be what he seems, but he is trustworthy, that I can tell. I feel he would be an amiable Ring bearer partially for the fact that this isn't his world." Then Gandalf turned to Harry "I will help you bear this burden for as long as it is yours to bear." Then Aragorn approached Harry "If by my life or my death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword." Then Legolas said "And my bow." The dwarf Gimli also came forward "And my axe." Then Boromir approached Harry "You carry the fate of us all, young wizard from a foreign world. But if this is truly the will of the council, Gondor will see it done. Then Sam came up saying "Mr.Frodo couldn't escape me and neither will you. I am coming also." Elrond observed "Even though your friend is not here I find that compassionate that you still won't separate from him. Even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." Then there were the patter of feet as Merry and Pippin came running. "Were coming too!" Merry said "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us." "Anyways" Pippin started, trying to help their case. "You need intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing." Merry rolled his eyes "Well that rules you out Pip." "Nine Companions." Elrond proclaimed. "So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring" "Great " Pippin said "Where are we going?"
AN: Ok it is 1:50 in the morning as I wrap up the third chapter to my story. Sorry if this was a bit boring or predictable, but I had to have it. I did use some of this straight from the FOTR script, but I didn't use it all. The next chapter Frodo will mount a broomstick, have potions with Snape, and encounter Malfoy. How will he survive? Well there is only one way to find out, read each chapter as they come and in the meantime review. When I get reviews I am inspired to write. I got one review and I wrote two chapters, so keep motivating me and I will give you a fun story. Well its time for me to sleep so bye!
Christina