AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, another story by yours truly!! This is knew
though, a crossover between Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. Oh joy,
heavens knows what is going to happen if anyone gets a hold of a wand...
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"Um, Gandalf, where are we going?" Frodo asked the wizard who was happily smoking his pipe on the seat next to him. Gandalf had insisted on taking a detour before actually starting the heroic quest of the Ring. Whither Lord Elrond knew about this or not, no one knew. They had been traveling on a strange red train marked "The Hogwarts Express" for the past half an hour and Gandalf had not explained where their destination lay.
"My good hobbit, did you not pay attention to what I said? We are going to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. I want to see a good friend of mine, Dumbledore, to see if he has any words of wisdom, and I trust he will," the wizard replied, blowing smoke rings that traveled down the corridor and into the compartment next to theirs.
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Legolas coughed, he was used to clean air, after living in the forests of Mirkwood for hundreds of years. Gandalf seemed to enjoy blowing smoke rings into their compartment especially. It didn't help that his other companions, Aragorn and Gimli, smoked too. The Elf leaned his head against the window and looked at the scenery that passed by.
"Would you like anything my dears?" the stewardess asked, pulling a trolley filled with goodies.
"No thank you," Aragorn said. He did not feel comfortable eating these foreign candies, especially when some were labeled 'chocolate frogs.'
"Aragorn," Gimli asked between blowing puffs of smoke in Legolas' face, much to the disgust of the Elf, "Where are we going exactly?"
Aragorn raised a questioning eyebrow, "Do you not know? We're going to see some friend of Gandalf's. I do not know why, I think we're educated enough, don't you? Gimli, stop blowing smoke in Legolas' face."
Legolas mouthed a silent 'thank you', to receive another blow of smoke in his face.
"Care to try?" Gimli offered, thrusting the pipe at Legolas.
"No thank you," the Elf said, pushing it away.
"I insist, unless you are too afraid to try."
Legolas grabbed the pipe with a scowl. Whipping off the end, he stuck it into his mouth and took a small breath; almost as soon, he began coughing and received a few hard pats on the back by Boromir. "I don't think I'll try that again," he said, handing the pipe back to Gimli. The Dwarf smiled smugly.
After they all had finished laughing on Legolas' behalf, a girl appeared in the doorway. She had long frizzy hair that came down to her back, dressed in black robes; she looked very formal and older than she really was. "Hello, I'm Hermione Granger. I don't suppose you've seen a toad, a boy named Neville has lost one."
"No, but I can help you find it, if you want," Legolas offered, glad to make any excuse to leave the smoke filled chambers.
"Oh my goodness, you've a Mirkwood Elf! My goodness, there are so many interesting people on this train, first Harry Potter, and now an Elf! We usually only see smaller versions, like the house elves, which are only half your height and probably a fraction of your age, if that," she said. Legolas shot a questionable look to Aragorn, who only snickered. "I'm sorry, have I offended you?" the girl asked, seemingly sincerely proper.
"No, I've always felt ancient next to these children," Legolas said, more as a retort to Aragorn than to Hermione.
"Actually, I'd better be going, the train arrives soon," she said, "and I cannot stand you compartment, did you not read the signs? No smoking."
Legolas smiled smugly to receive an icy look from Aragorn that whipped the smile off his face in a heartbeat.
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THE SORTING HAT
Aragorn watched with a smile on his face as each student stepped up to the stool with the sorting hat. He was seated in a table with many younger peers and they all stared at him, trying to seem subtle, but there was no doubt the eyes were on this strange new addition to Hogwarts.
"GRYFFINDOR!!" The hat shouted, and Pippin jumped.
"And that's the last one, now all the first years have been sorted into their rightful houses. Ah, but we seem to have guests," Professor McGonagall said, shooting a smile to the table where the Fellowship sat. "Even though you will only be staying a short while, I still think you should be sorted. All agree?" There was a rounding chorus of 'yes yes!!' "And you, Master Elf, shall be first."
Legolas, who had been watching in silence until now, leapt up from hearing his name. He carefully pushed his chair back, and stepped up to the platform. There were stifled giggles as the Elf rolled his eyes upwards as the hat fell over his head, obscuring his vision.
"A good mind, a great warrior, Legolas Greenleaf," the Elf turned his head around, trying to find where the voice was orienting from. "I'm right here, on top of your head. Yes, I'm a talking hat, after watching for so long, did you really think anything else? Stop thinking, your thoughts are becoming jumbled, and if you want me to place you sooner, and get out of this ordeal, like you want to, I suggest you relax." Legolas took a few breaths, and then tried to calm his mind, as the hat spoke again.
"You are an old being, are you not? You've seen more than one millennia, some things you wish to still experience, and some you'd wish you'd forget. Now, alright, you think I'm stalling, don't you? Alright, let's get this over with, GRYFFINDOR!!"
The hat was lifted off Legolas' head and he was able to see the smiling faces of those who were seated at the Gryffindor's table. Gandalf also looked quite pleased.
"Now, the ring bearer and the Hobbit of the Shire, Mr. Frodo Baggins. Frodo, would you please step forward?" McGonagall said, beckoning the hobbit. Nearly as soon as the hat was placed on his head, it screamed "GRYFFINDOR!!"
For the next ten minutes, the next, older additions to Hogwarts were sorted. Boromir and Gimli to Ravenclaw, Merry and Pippin to Hufflepuff, and Aragorn, Legolas, Sam and Frodo to Gryffindor. The last house, Slytherin,
"Now please, let the feast begin!" An elderly Wizard, on Gandalf's right said, and almost immediately, the tables were filled with the most wonderful looking food the Fellowship had ever seen.
TBC...
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"Um, Gandalf, where are we going?" Frodo asked the wizard who was happily smoking his pipe on the seat next to him. Gandalf had insisted on taking a detour before actually starting the heroic quest of the Ring. Whither Lord Elrond knew about this or not, no one knew. They had been traveling on a strange red train marked "The Hogwarts Express" for the past half an hour and Gandalf had not explained where their destination lay.
"My good hobbit, did you not pay attention to what I said? We are going to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. I want to see a good friend of mine, Dumbledore, to see if he has any words of wisdom, and I trust he will," the wizard replied, blowing smoke rings that traveled down the corridor and into the compartment next to theirs.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas coughed, he was used to clean air, after living in the forests of Mirkwood for hundreds of years. Gandalf seemed to enjoy blowing smoke rings into their compartment especially. It didn't help that his other companions, Aragorn and Gimli, smoked too. The Elf leaned his head against the window and looked at the scenery that passed by.
"Would you like anything my dears?" the stewardess asked, pulling a trolley filled with goodies.
"No thank you," Aragorn said. He did not feel comfortable eating these foreign candies, especially when some were labeled 'chocolate frogs.'
"Aragorn," Gimli asked between blowing puffs of smoke in Legolas' face, much to the disgust of the Elf, "Where are we going exactly?"
Aragorn raised a questioning eyebrow, "Do you not know? We're going to see some friend of Gandalf's. I do not know why, I think we're educated enough, don't you? Gimli, stop blowing smoke in Legolas' face."
Legolas mouthed a silent 'thank you', to receive another blow of smoke in his face.
"Care to try?" Gimli offered, thrusting the pipe at Legolas.
"No thank you," the Elf said, pushing it away.
"I insist, unless you are too afraid to try."
Legolas grabbed the pipe with a scowl. Whipping off the end, he stuck it into his mouth and took a small breath; almost as soon, he began coughing and received a few hard pats on the back by Boromir. "I don't think I'll try that again," he said, handing the pipe back to Gimli. The Dwarf smiled smugly.
After they all had finished laughing on Legolas' behalf, a girl appeared in the doorway. She had long frizzy hair that came down to her back, dressed in black robes; she looked very formal and older than she really was. "Hello, I'm Hermione Granger. I don't suppose you've seen a toad, a boy named Neville has lost one."
"No, but I can help you find it, if you want," Legolas offered, glad to make any excuse to leave the smoke filled chambers.
"Oh my goodness, you've a Mirkwood Elf! My goodness, there are so many interesting people on this train, first Harry Potter, and now an Elf! We usually only see smaller versions, like the house elves, which are only half your height and probably a fraction of your age, if that," she said. Legolas shot a questionable look to Aragorn, who only snickered. "I'm sorry, have I offended you?" the girl asked, seemingly sincerely proper.
"No, I've always felt ancient next to these children," Legolas said, more as a retort to Aragorn than to Hermione.
"Actually, I'd better be going, the train arrives soon," she said, "and I cannot stand you compartment, did you not read the signs? No smoking."
Legolas smiled smugly to receive an icy look from Aragorn that whipped the smile off his face in a heartbeat.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
THE SORTING HAT
Aragorn watched with a smile on his face as each student stepped up to the stool with the sorting hat. He was seated in a table with many younger peers and they all stared at him, trying to seem subtle, but there was no doubt the eyes were on this strange new addition to Hogwarts.
"GRYFFINDOR!!" The hat shouted, and Pippin jumped.
"And that's the last one, now all the first years have been sorted into their rightful houses. Ah, but we seem to have guests," Professor McGonagall said, shooting a smile to the table where the Fellowship sat. "Even though you will only be staying a short while, I still think you should be sorted. All agree?" There was a rounding chorus of 'yes yes!!' "And you, Master Elf, shall be first."
Legolas, who had been watching in silence until now, leapt up from hearing his name. He carefully pushed his chair back, and stepped up to the platform. There were stifled giggles as the Elf rolled his eyes upwards as the hat fell over his head, obscuring his vision.
"A good mind, a great warrior, Legolas Greenleaf," the Elf turned his head around, trying to find where the voice was orienting from. "I'm right here, on top of your head. Yes, I'm a talking hat, after watching for so long, did you really think anything else? Stop thinking, your thoughts are becoming jumbled, and if you want me to place you sooner, and get out of this ordeal, like you want to, I suggest you relax." Legolas took a few breaths, and then tried to calm his mind, as the hat spoke again.
"You are an old being, are you not? You've seen more than one millennia, some things you wish to still experience, and some you'd wish you'd forget. Now, alright, you think I'm stalling, don't you? Alright, let's get this over with, GRYFFINDOR!!"
The hat was lifted off Legolas' head and he was able to see the smiling faces of those who were seated at the Gryffindor's table. Gandalf also looked quite pleased.
"Now, the ring bearer and the Hobbit of the Shire, Mr. Frodo Baggins. Frodo, would you please step forward?" McGonagall said, beckoning the hobbit. Nearly as soon as the hat was placed on his head, it screamed "GRYFFINDOR!!"
For the next ten minutes, the next, older additions to Hogwarts were sorted. Boromir and Gimli to Ravenclaw, Merry and Pippin to Hufflepuff, and Aragorn, Legolas, Sam and Frodo to Gryffindor. The last house, Slytherin,
"Now please, let the feast begin!" An elderly Wizard, on Gandalf's right said, and almost immediately, the tables were filled with the most wonderful looking food the Fellowship had ever seen.
TBC...