A/N: This is my first fan fiction, so please bear with me! I'm basing this
on the discussion my best friend and I always have, 'What's better, Lord of
the Rings or Harry Potter?' (I'm in favor of Harry Potter, which is why I
know more about Harry Potter and therefore may tend to give better
descriptions of their characters. My best friend's Lord of the Rings, whose
pen name is Ainu Laire).
I haven't seen, or finished reading Lord of the Rings: Return of the King,
so PLEASE forgive me if I make some mistake that took place in the third
part of Tolkien's trilogy.
If you would like some more amazing fan fictions about LotR and HP, please
check out Ainu Laire's fanfictions (I'm a Harry Potter fan and even I'm
interested in her LotR stories! :D) and Nienie's, who's work is currently
being honored by Portkey.org for her work on Harry Potter. :)
Congratulations!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of this story, they belong to a couple of geniuses by the name of J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkein. However, I do have possession over the plot and any other characters not mentioned in LotR or HP, so I would greatly appreciate it if you did NOT take my plot, etc. Enjoy!
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Fog hung over the soon to be battlefield. Frost covered the crisp green grass. A bright yellow orb began to rise over the horizon. It was near 6:30 am in the morning. The troops are coming...
Five very short people come into view, each carrying their equipment that would soon be needed for the battle. Two of the short people seem very happy. One has brilliant blue eyes and dark hair. One is bit chubby. The other short person has a wild tangle of red beard, but somehow looks tougher than the other four short people. Close behind these people is a man with long glistening blonde hair and pointed ears. Beside the man with pointed ears is another tall man with messy brown hair and is clad in silver armor with the emblem of seven stars and one white tree on the armor. Next to the man in armor is a beautiful young woman with long brown hair and pointed ears and clear blue eyes. They also carry their equipment. Behind these people is a tall man with a long white beard and dressed in a white cloak and clothing. The man seems to be older than Earth itself and bears a large staff. Next to him is a woman with braided blonde hair and a determined look upon her. They too carry their equipment. The opponents are coming... A group of people approaches as the fog thins. As they come closer to their enemy, they are distinguishable. There's a boy around the age of fifteen. He has jet-black hair that is out of control, and bright green eyes that are covered by glasses. The most peculiar aspect of the boy's appearance is a thin scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightening bolt. On the boy's right is a girl of the same age but with very bushy brown hair and a confident air around her. Next to her is a girl with bright red hair around the age of fourteen. She has the very strong defiance of a girl that will not be underestimated by her small size. On the boy with the scar's left is another boy of the same age but with firing red hair and many freckles. He is taller than the others his age are and he is quite lanky. Beside the redheaded boy is a girl with bright glistening eyes and long dirty-blonde hair. She has an aura of dottiness about her. Behind this line of people is a tall man with a long silver beard and a twinkle in his eyes, which reside behind half-moon spectacles. He seems old, though not as old as the other old person with the white beard does. Next to him is a man with a dead look in his handsome face, which is surrounded by long black hair. On the other side of the man with the long silver beard is another man with a sick look in his face. Although quite young, he seems to be suffering from some sort of disease. Next to the man with a dead look is a woman with short, bubble gum pink hair. Nest to the woman with the bubble gum pink hair is a giant of a man, at least twelve feet tall and a wild tangle of black hair and beard. Each person is carrying his or her equipment...
The boy with the scar and the short person with the brilliant blue eyes approach each other and shake hands. "May the best team win," They say in unison. Each person unsheathes their...golf clubs? The sun shines brightly, having fully risen, over the green of a large golf course.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of this story, they belong to a couple of geniuses by the name of J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkein. However, I do have possession over the plot and any other characters not mentioned in LotR or HP, so I would greatly appreciate it if you did NOT take my plot, etc. Enjoy!
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Fog hung over the soon to be battlefield. Frost covered the crisp green grass. A bright yellow orb began to rise over the horizon. It was near 6:30 am in the morning. The troops are coming...
Five very short people come into view, each carrying their equipment that would soon be needed for the battle. Two of the short people seem very happy. One has brilliant blue eyes and dark hair. One is bit chubby. The other short person has a wild tangle of red beard, but somehow looks tougher than the other four short people. Close behind these people is a man with long glistening blonde hair and pointed ears. Beside the man with pointed ears is another tall man with messy brown hair and is clad in silver armor with the emblem of seven stars and one white tree on the armor. Next to the man in armor is a beautiful young woman with long brown hair and pointed ears and clear blue eyes. They also carry their equipment. Behind these people is a tall man with a long white beard and dressed in a white cloak and clothing. The man seems to be older than Earth itself and bears a large staff. Next to him is a woman with braided blonde hair and a determined look upon her. They too carry their equipment. The opponents are coming... A group of people approaches as the fog thins. As they come closer to their enemy, they are distinguishable. There's a boy around the age of fifteen. He has jet-black hair that is out of control, and bright green eyes that are covered by glasses. The most peculiar aspect of the boy's appearance is a thin scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightening bolt. On the boy's right is a girl of the same age but with very bushy brown hair and a confident air around her. Next to her is a girl with bright red hair around the age of fourteen. She has the very strong defiance of a girl that will not be underestimated by her small size. On the boy with the scar's left is another boy of the same age but with firing red hair and many freckles. He is taller than the others his age are and he is quite lanky. Beside the redheaded boy is a girl with bright glistening eyes and long dirty-blonde hair. She has an aura of dottiness about her. Behind this line of people is a tall man with a long silver beard and a twinkle in his eyes, which reside behind half-moon spectacles. He seems old, though not as old as the other old person with the white beard does. Next to him is a man with a dead look in his handsome face, which is surrounded by long black hair. On the other side of the man with the long silver beard is another man with a sick look in his face. Although quite young, he seems to be suffering from some sort of disease. Next to the man with a dead look is a woman with short, bubble gum pink hair. Nest to the woman with the bubble gum pink hair is a giant of a man, at least twelve feet tall and a wild tangle of black hair and beard. Each person is carrying his or her equipment...
The boy with the scar and the short person with the brilliant blue eyes approach each other and shake hands. "May the best team win," They say in unison. Each person unsheathes their...golf clubs? The sun shines brightly, having fully risen, over the green of a large golf course.