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The Journey to Mount Doom
They waited in the clump of trees until dawn, taking turns keeping watch.
Then, when the first streak of light pierced the sky, Harry transformed,
and Hermione and Ron mounted the Firbolt, covered in an invisibility charm.
With a wink, Harry was off. He screeched as he flew to the big black gates.
"This is it," Ron muttered tensely and they kicked off from the ground. They flew over the far right section of the gate as Harry looped and swirled, distracting the orcs. They landed softly on the brigde that spanned a deep crevasse.
After another minute or two, Harry judged he had given them enough time, and he flew over to the far right section of the wall, landing on a notch.
Many orcs ran up to him. The wind carried one orc's voice to Hermione's ears, "Now we got him. Easy lads, pull out your swords." Hermione stifled a gasp; they couldn't hurt Harry!
She pulled out her wand and whispered the invisibility spell. Suddenly, the raven that was Harry flickered and disappeared. The orcs stood in dumb silence as Harry flew over to them.
"Thanks Hermione," he whispered fervently. Hermione clapped her hand over his mouth, the orcs had heard him and were running over.
The three dropped into the crevasse, and found that it was not as deep as it seemed.
They were walking in it, when Ron tripped over grey lumps he had thought were a cluster of rocks, but were really sleeping figures. They pulled back the cloak from one's face, it looked exactly like Gandalf had said Frodo would.
"There's only one way to find out," Harry whispered. He pulled a chain out from under Frodo's shirt. On it was a Ring, that pulsed and glowed with an unwitting rythm, that had flames running all over it, that looked red-hot to the touch. Harry reached forward and touched it... and the figure sat up. His eyes burned with a light that didn't suit them, his lips were drawn in a thin, tight line, "Get off! Now! Don't you dare touch me!"
Harry recoiled quickly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
The strange light went out of the figure's eyes, "I'm sorry, it's the Ring, it's taking me over. It's heavy, oh so heavy." He slumped down next to the second figure, who had awakened.
"W-who are you?" he inquired.
"We have been sent by Gandalf to aid you," Hermione said softly. "I am Hermione, this is Harry and Ron."
The first figure sat up, "Gandalf is alive! We may still win yet. I am Frodo, and this is Sam. Now, we must leave before orcs come to inspect this place. It is still a long journey to Mount Doom."
"Well, Frodo," Harry replied, "the distance may not be as great as you think." With that, he transformed, and Frodo and Sam stood in awe.
"Go ahead, sit up there," Ron told the two, and helped them up onto Harry's back.
When the invisibility charms were set and Ron and Hermione were ready, the group lifted up into the air and set off in the direction of the towering, fire-spewing mountain. ********************************************************************* They flew on for two days, resting and eating wherever they found shelter. Then, in the middle of the third day, they arrived at their destination, Mount Doom.
Harry transformed back into a human, and, still hidden by the invisibility charm, they began the trek to the top.
Meanwhile, the newly appointed Captain of the Black Riders (or Black Men as the trio named them) sat brooding in thought. Some orcs had reported that they had heard conversation involving the Ring, the One Ring, in a crevasse near the gates. The Ring must be taken, and he could only see on solution: they would meet the group carrying the Ring and take it.
The Captain called the other Black Riders to him and explained the task to them in the foul language of Mordor. They nodded menacingly, then each mounted their winged steeds, and were off to Mount Doom. *************************************************************** The hike to the top of Mount Doom was extremely long, and Frodo had to be carried most of the way, for he took his dark spells more frequently with each passing hour. Finally, they were by the entrance to the cave. Harry, Hermione, and Ron, each gripping their weapons, walked in, followed by Frodo and Sam.
The inside was sweltering hot, with red-hot flames licking the walls, and one narrow walkway jutting out into the middle. Harry walked in the lead, looking around him uneasily, he had a strange feeling that their quest would end more difficultly then they presumed.
All of a sudden, there was the sound of a scuffle: Frodo had one of his spells and proclaimed that he would not allow such a great treasure as the Ring to be destroyed. As he was about to slip it onto his finger, Sam had wrenched it out of his grasp.
"Harry," Sam yelled, "destroy it." He tossed the Ring to Harry.
When it touched his fingers, Harry felt a strange burning sensation. He knew in his mind he must throw it into the fire, and yet, he didn't want to.
"Harry!" Hermione's yell brought Harry back to his senses. He took it in one hand and was about to pitch it into the flames, when a voice spoke from all around him.
It wasn't the voice of anyone from Middle-Earth.
It was the voice of someone from Hogwarts.
It was the voice of Cho.
"This is it," Ron muttered tensely and they kicked off from the ground. They flew over the far right section of the gate as Harry looped and swirled, distracting the orcs. They landed softly on the brigde that spanned a deep crevasse.
After another minute or two, Harry judged he had given them enough time, and he flew over to the far right section of the wall, landing on a notch.
Many orcs ran up to him. The wind carried one orc's voice to Hermione's ears, "Now we got him. Easy lads, pull out your swords." Hermione stifled a gasp; they couldn't hurt Harry!
She pulled out her wand and whispered the invisibility spell. Suddenly, the raven that was Harry flickered and disappeared. The orcs stood in dumb silence as Harry flew over to them.
"Thanks Hermione," he whispered fervently. Hermione clapped her hand over his mouth, the orcs had heard him and were running over.
The three dropped into the crevasse, and found that it was not as deep as it seemed.
They were walking in it, when Ron tripped over grey lumps he had thought were a cluster of rocks, but were really sleeping figures. They pulled back the cloak from one's face, it looked exactly like Gandalf had said Frodo would.
"There's only one way to find out," Harry whispered. He pulled a chain out from under Frodo's shirt. On it was a Ring, that pulsed and glowed with an unwitting rythm, that had flames running all over it, that looked red-hot to the touch. Harry reached forward and touched it... and the figure sat up. His eyes burned with a light that didn't suit them, his lips were drawn in a thin, tight line, "Get off! Now! Don't you dare touch me!"
Harry recoiled quickly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
The strange light went out of the figure's eyes, "I'm sorry, it's the Ring, it's taking me over. It's heavy, oh so heavy." He slumped down next to the second figure, who had awakened.
"W-who are you?" he inquired.
"We have been sent by Gandalf to aid you," Hermione said softly. "I am Hermione, this is Harry and Ron."
The first figure sat up, "Gandalf is alive! We may still win yet. I am Frodo, and this is Sam. Now, we must leave before orcs come to inspect this place. It is still a long journey to Mount Doom."
"Well, Frodo," Harry replied, "the distance may not be as great as you think." With that, he transformed, and Frodo and Sam stood in awe.
"Go ahead, sit up there," Ron told the two, and helped them up onto Harry's back.
When the invisibility charms were set and Ron and Hermione were ready, the group lifted up into the air and set off in the direction of the towering, fire-spewing mountain. ********************************************************************* They flew on for two days, resting and eating wherever they found shelter. Then, in the middle of the third day, they arrived at their destination, Mount Doom.
Harry transformed back into a human, and, still hidden by the invisibility charm, they began the trek to the top.
Meanwhile, the newly appointed Captain of the Black Riders (or Black Men as the trio named them) sat brooding in thought. Some orcs had reported that they had heard conversation involving the Ring, the One Ring, in a crevasse near the gates. The Ring must be taken, and he could only see on solution: they would meet the group carrying the Ring and take it.
The Captain called the other Black Riders to him and explained the task to them in the foul language of Mordor. They nodded menacingly, then each mounted their winged steeds, and were off to Mount Doom. *************************************************************** The hike to the top of Mount Doom was extremely long, and Frodo had to be carried most of the way, for he took his dark spells more frequently with each passing hour. Finally, they were by the entrance to the cave. Harry, Hermione, and Ron, each gripping their weapons, walked in, followed by Frodo and Sam.
The inside was sweltering hot, with red-hot flames licking the walls, and one narrow walkway jutting out into the middle. Harry walked in the lead, looking around him uneasily, he had a strange feeling that their quest would end more difficultly then they presumed.
All of a sudden, there was the sound of a scuffle: Frodo had one of his spells and proclaimed that he would not allow such a great treasure as the Ring to be destroyed. As he was about to slip it onto his finger, Sam had wrenched it out of his grasp.
"Harry," Sam yelled, "destroy it." He tossed the Ring to Harry.
When it touched his fingers, Harry felt a strange burning sensation. He knew in his mind he must throw it into the fire, and yet, he didn't want to.
"Harry!" Hermione's yell brought Harry back to his senses. He took it in one hand and was about to pitch it into the flames, when a voice spoke from all around him.
It wasn't the voice of anyone from Middle-Earth.
It was the voice of someone from Hogwarts.
It was the voice of Cho.