AN: It's been ages since I updated this, I know, but I've decided to try and start it again. I've been trying to find a good crossover and I just haven't found one, so I'm going to try and write my own. Good luck to me! If anyone knows of a good LOTR, Newsies, Harry Potter (any combination thereof) please let me know! Obviously, some stuff will have changed in the past year, so if I don't do what I said I was going to do, please forgive me. I am not sure anyone is really in character, but I'm trying to fix it. Any suggestions are welcome!
Disclaimer: I own neither Newsies nor Lord of the Rings. Newsies belongs to Disney, Lord of the Rings belongs to Tolkien (or his descendent, I suppose).
Spot led the Fellowship to the Brooklyn Lodging House, followed by Jack, who had sent David and Boots back to Manhattan. There were not any boys in the building, but Spot led them up to the attic room, anyway. The sound didn't carry as well from there. This was where he held most of his top-secret meetings, or brought the occasional girl when he didn't want to be disturbed.
The eleven beings made themselves comfortable and Gandalf proceeded to explain, hesitantly, what the problem was. He didn't tell them about the ring, only that they were on a mission of dire need and must return from whence they came. When he finished, Spot raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing what he had just heard.
"So let me get this straight, you are from a different world and some evil scab sent you here, and now you got to get back? Can't you just wave your wand or something?" He smirked and Aragorn almost smacked the newsie, but Legolas stopped him.
"It is not that easy, we do not know how we came here, so we have no way to know how to return." The elf explained patiently, like he was talking to a little elfling.
Spot thought for a moment, enjoying all the attention he was getting and trying to find a way to put all this to his advantage. He turned to Jack, fiddling with his cane. "Whadya say, Jack? You think we should help these bums?" Boromir's hand went to his sword. Jack shrugged, "Dis is your territory, Spot."
Spot turned to Gandalf, "Go to Manhattan with Jackey-boy, I'll see what I can do and contact you there. There ain't no room in Brooklyn, and what'll me boys say when they hears I been talkin' to crazies? The birds fly again tonight."
Knowing they wouldn't get anything else out of Spot, Jack gathered up the Fellowship and led them back to Manhattan. They got many stares on the way, a bunch of strangely dressed men following some lone street rat. Jack mumbled to himself about finding clothes for the nine. There was little talking on the way, no one seemed in a particularly good mood. None had gotten what they wanted, and now Jack was forced to take care of these people, who obviously knew nothing about New York, as well as deal with the strike.
As they approached the statue of Horace Greeley, the Manhattan newsies met them, eager for news. The Fellowship hung back, unobtrusive, with hands on their weapons and senses alert. Les was the first to notice the newcomers.
"Hey Jack, who're them?"
"Dey's staying with us for a while. They got lost and Spot is gonna help them find their way home."
"How come Spot won't help us?" Blink asked, "He don't even know them!"
"Don't ask me to interpret the mind of Spot Conlon," Jack looked around, "Hey Boots, take our new friends back to the Lodging House, eh? We's got work ta do."
Boots took the Fellowship to the empty Lodging House, told them the newsies would be back in a few hours and left. The nine companions, most of which were irritated, sat around the main room.
"What are we going to do? We cannot linger, we should have made for Gondor." Boromir was the first to speak after the newise left.
"I have a feeling we would end up here, regardless of our destination," Gandalf began. "I think it was mere coincidence that we had just entered the mines when we were transported here."
"I do not like leaving our fate in the hands of these young boys."
"Yet what else can we do? We know nothing about this place, by our clothing we are clearly outsiders and it was chance we were lucky to have first encountered young minds, who are not quite so stoic in their minds. I fear any adults we approach will not believe us." Legolas stopped and stood up suddenly, "They are coming!"
The newsies burst into the room a few moments later, talking angrily. "Jack, we have to get Crutchy out tonight!"
"I know, Blink, I know. Hey fellas, how's it rollin'?"
"Rollin'?" Pippin asked, "What is rolling?"
"How are you?" Jack rephrased, but didn't stop for an answer. "There has been a change in plans, seems like the Delancys thought they could take our friend Crutchy, so we must go rescue him."
"What about supper?" Pippin asked.
"Well, I suppose we should eat first. We can't go until it's dark, anyway. Right, you blokes who still got money, we're goin' ta Tibby's. You ain't got any, smooch offa someone else."
Aragorn looked worried at the others, "I am afraid we do not have any of your money."
"I'll spot ya some, you can pay me back after we sell tomorrow."
"Sell? Sell what?" Merry asked.
"Papers, now come on."
"Maybe we better stay here." Aragorn suggested, "It might be better for all of us."
Jack thought about this for a moment as the other newsies left, "Sounds good, I'll bring y'all back some food."
"Wow," said Boromir after the last newsie left, "They are a noisy tide."
"Aye," Legolas started to say something else but stopped himself, "Someone else is coming."
The door opened to reveal Spot, slingshot sticking out of his pocket and cane in hand. "Hey, where's Jackey-boy?"
"He went to get some supper, he will be back soon," Aragorn said. "Did you learn anything?"
"Good, and kind of, but I'll wait until Jack is here before I explain." Spot made himself comfortable on one of the seats. "So, any of you know how to play poker?"
They all shook their heads and Spot, eager for unwary victims, set about teaching Gimli and the hobbits. Gandalf fell asleep, his hat over his face while Boromir and Aragorn talked in hushed voices in a corner. Legolas paced around the room, after opening the one lone window of the room.
"No, no, do not put that down, put that down." Legolas leaned over Gimli's shoulder.
"I can play this game on my own, thank you Master Elf." Legolas resumed his pacing.
"Hey you, come play, your pacin' is irritatin' me," Spot dealt Legolas into the game after he won his sixth round. They weren't playing with money or anything, for none of the Fellowship had anything to offer. Legolas complied and sat down next to Spot.
After a few more games (most of which were won by Legolas, much to Spot's dismay), Jack entered the room, followed by Race and Blink. All three newsies were carrying food, which was set down at a table on one side of the room. The hobbits promptly rushed over to the food and Pippin was just about to grab a hamburger when they all suddenly heard another grinding noise. The ground shook as there was a flash of light, followed by total darkness.
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"SUSAN!" The girl's mom yelled as the lights flickered back on, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing!" Susan ran over to the DVD player and hit the open button. There was another loud grinding sound and as the DVD player slowly opened. Susan pulled out the Newsies DVD and hit play, then she went back to the couch and settled down to watch the Lord of the Rings.