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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the extended Dolan family and Hound's Hollow (including all of its subsidiary locations). The rest of this stuff is property of its proper owners. I'm a broke college student who writes to pass the time before classes. (I really do write between college classes. in the halls, in the café, in the labs, and in the library.)
When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the scene from the rock wall.
He turned a complete circle and saw that, somehow, he had stepped out of his own world and into this other world.
"So, if that was a portal," he rationalized, "I must be in Middle Earth! He wasn't lying after all."
Looking around, Patrick could see nothing but an open field of frost crusted grass and leafless trees.
"Seems like this place is empty. Maybe this portal opens to a cattle grazing plain or something" Patrick thought.
Not wanting to lose sight of the portal back to Hogsmeade, Patrick made his way across the field.
Patrick was so busy looking around him, drinking in the sights and hoping that something wasn't planning on ambushing him from the sides that he failed to notice the land change in steepness.
He tripped and began to roll down a hill. The wizard came to rest at the feet of a very large horse.
The horse, spooked by the sudden appearance of the boy, stepped back but did not run. Its rider has calmed it with a few words.
Patrick got up and brushed himself off. From his roll down the hill, he had wound up covered in dead leaves and frozen soil.
"I'm sorry. I'll just be going now," Patrick said, turning to try and get back up the hill.
Suddenly, he found himself flanked by tow horses and he heard rather than saw the other horse box him in from behind.
Patrick knew he couldn't make a run for it and he didn't want to try and reach for his wand.
"They may think I'm trying to attack them," he decided.
He decided to turn and face the riders, showing them that his hands were empty.
On his left and right stood two identical brown horses with identical white markings on their noses.
The riders, who were riding bareback, were as identical as their mounts. Both were strikingly tall with black hair and grey eyes.
In front of him, since his back was to the hill he had fallen down, was a pure white horse.
Its rider was also very tall and was riding bareback.
The only difference was that this rider had whitish hair and lighter eyes.
To Patrick's astonishment, all three riders appeared to have pointed ears.
"They're elves," Patrick rationalized, using his limited knowledge of Middle Earth and its creatures.
One of the riders, the one on the white horse, said something to Patrick in the same language he had heard back in the forest near Hogwarts.
"I'm sorry but I do not speak your language. I'm not from around here," Patrick said, hoping these riders understood him.
"If they don't," he thought, "I'm in big trouble."
A few tense moments passed until the rider on the white horse asked, "Who are you and what business do you have here?"
"My name is Patrick, sir, and I don't even know where here is," the wizard answered, his voice full of honesty.
The three riders began to talk among themselves using their own language. Patrick just stood there. Though he didn't know the language, Patrick surmised that they were trying to decide what to do with him.
"You are to come with us," said one of the identical riders.
"Go where?" Patrick, afraid, asked.
"To our father. He will know what to do with you," the other identical rider announced.
"Please, don't start any trouble because of me. How about I just go?" Patrick suggested.
He didn't want to be taken anywhere. All he wanted to do was get back up the hill so he could go back to his own world.
"We can not allow you to 'just go,' as you put it," said the rider on the white horse, "you will come to Rivendell with us now and we will see what you are."
With that, the rider on the white horse lifted Patrick up and placed him in front of him on the horse. With a word, the group sped away.
Patrick was much too scared to notice the scenery as it sped past them. He had never been on a horse before, not even in his Care of Magical Creatures class.
When they finally stopped, Patrick was taken aback by the sight in front of him.
He had expected some kind of rough wooden cabin or something to that effect.
He found himself gawking at some type of structure built into the valley.
Trees grew through the centers of rooms and much of it appeared to be open to the air. To the young wizard, the entire placed seemed like one big work of art.
It was not as tall as Hogwarts but it seemed a whole lot wider.
"What is this place?" Patrick asked.
"This is Rivendell," answered the man on the white horse.
The white-haired rider helped Patrick off the horse, while the two identical riders lead the three horses away.
He, then, began to walk swiftly towards the building. Patrick had to jog just to keep up.
"Excuse me sir, what is this place? It is a city or something?" Patrick asked, figuring that, like his grandmother, the rider couldn't walk so swiftly and talk at the same type.
The white-haired rider stopped and regarded Patrick for a moment.
He made a comment in his own language and laughed about it.
"It is not a city, in the strictest sense of the word. It is more like a refuge, a place for those who need peace, rest or healing," he replied, still walking swiftly.
"So, who are we going to see?" Patrick wondered aloud.
He figured it might be a council of some kind, like the Ministry of Magic, or maybe to see a king of some kind, like in the Muggle fairy tales he learned about at school.
"The lord of this valley and his guest. I believe they have been expecting you," the white-haired rider replied.
He led Patrick into one of the buildings and down several halls and up more flights of stairs than the young wizard could remember. They, finally, stopped, in front of a set of ornately carved doors. The white-haired rider knocked sharply and opened the door. He motioned for Patrick to enter before him. The young wizard entered, followed by the rider who shut the door behind him.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the extended Dolan family and Hound's Hollow (including all of its subsidiary locations). The rest of this stuff is property of its proper owners. I'm a broke college student who writes to pass the time before classes. (I really do write between college classes. in the halls, in the café, in the labs, and in the library.)
When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the scene from the rock wall.
He turned a complete circle and saw that, somehow, he had stepped out of his own world and into this other world.
"So, if that was a portal," he rationalized, "I must be in Middle Earth! He wasn't lying after all."
Looking around, Patrick could see nothing but an open field of frost crusted grass and leafless trees.
"Seems like this place is empty. Maybe this portal opens to a cattle grazing plain or something" Patrick thought.
Not wanting to lose sight of the portal back to Hogsmeade, Patrick made his way across the field.
Patrick was so busy looking around him, drinking in the sights and hoping that something wasn't planning on ambushing him from the sides that he failed to notice the land change in steepness.
He tripped and began to roll down a hill. The wizard came to rest at the feet of a very large horse.
The horse, spooked by the sudden appearance of the boy, stepped back but did not run. Its rider has calmed it with a few words.
Patrick got up and brushed himself off. From his roll down the hill, he had wound up covered in dead leaves and frozen soil.
"I'm sorry. I'll just be going now," Patrick said, turning to try and get back up the hill.
Suddenly, he found himself flanked by tow horses and he heard rather than saw the other horse box him in from behind.
Patrick knew he couldn't make a run for it and he didn't want to try and reach for his wand.
"They may think I'm trying to attack them," he decided.
He decided to turn and face the riders, showing them that his hands were empty.
On his left and right stood two identical brown horses with identical white markings on their noses.
The riders, who were riding bareback, were as identical as their mounts. Both were strikingly tall with black hair and grey eyes.
In front of him, since his back was to the hill he had fallen down, was a pure white horse.
Its rider was also very tall and was riding bareback.
The only difference was that this rider had whitish hair and lighter eyes.
To Patrick's astonishment, all three riders appeared to have pointed ears.
"They're elves," Patrick rationalized, using his limited knowledge of Middle Earth and its creatures.
One of the riders, the one on the white horse, said something to Patrick in the same language he had heard back in the forest near Hogwarts.
"I'm sorry but I do not speak your language. I'm not from around here," Patrick said, hoping these riders understood him.
"If they don't," he thought, "I'm in big trouble."
A few tense moments passed until the rider on the white horse asked, "Who are you and what business do you have here?"
"My name is Patrick, sir, and I don't even know where here is," the wizard answered, his voice full of honesty.
The three riders began to talk among themselves using their own language. Patrick just stood there. Though he didn't know the language, Patrick surmised that they were trying to decide what to do with him.
"You are to come with us," said one of the identical riders.
"Go where?" Patrick, afraid, asked.
"To our father. He will know what to do with you," the other identical rider announced.
"Please, don't start any trouble because of me. How about I just go?" Patrick suggested.
He didn't want to be taken anywhere. All he wanted to do was get back up the hill so he could go back to his own world.
"We can not allow you to 'just go,' as you put it," said the rider on the white horse, "you will come to Rivendell with us now and we will see what you are."
With that, the rider on the white horse lifted Patrick up and placed him in front of him on the horse. With a word, the group sped away.
Patrick was much too scared to notice the scenery as it sped past them. He had never been on a horse before, not even in his Care of Magical Creatures class.
When they finally stopped, Patrick was taken aback by the sight in front of him.
He had expected some kind of rough wooden cabin or something to that effect.
He found himself gawking at some type of structure built into the valley.
Trees grew through the centers of rooms and much of it appeared to be open to the air. To the young wizard, the entire placed seemed like one big work of art.
It was not as tall as Hogwarts but it seemed a whole lot wider.
"What is this place?" Patrick asked.
"This is Rivendell," answered the man on the white horse.
The white-haired rider helped Patrick off the horse, while the two identical riders lead the three horses away.
He, then, began to walk swiftly towards the building. Patrick had to jog just to keep up.
"Excuse me sir, what is this place? It is a city or something?" Patrick asked, figuring that, like his grandmother, the rider couldn't walk so swiftly and talk at the same type.
The white-haired rider stopped and regarded Patrick for a moment.
He made a comment in his own language and laughed about it.
"It is not a city, in the strictest sense of the word. It is more like a refuge, a place for those who need peace, rest or healing," he replied, still walking swiftly.
"So, who are we going to see?" Patrick wondered aloud.
He figured it might be a council of some kind, like the Ministry of Magic, or maybe to see a king of some kind, like in the Muggle fairy tales he learned about at school.
"The lord of this valley and his guest. I believe they have been expecting you," the white-haired rider replied.
He led Patrick into one of the buildings and down several halls and up more flights of stairs than the young wizard could remember. They, finally, stopped, in front of a set of ornately carved doors. The white-haired rider knocked sharply and opened the door. He motioned for Patrick to enter before him. The young wizard entered, followed by the rider who shut the door behind him.