A/N: I need to 'introduce' the characters for those who do not know
anything about LotR or Harry Potter. But that's ok! If you know all the
characters, just skip to the next chapter ^_~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Each group engages in a huddle. The boy with many freckles says, "Good job Hermione. Now we have to play this stupid Muggle game. Couldn't we play Quidditch?"
The bushy hair girl named Hermione replies coolly, "You know perfectly well they don't have brooms that can fly were they come from, Ron. So we decided to play something that was new to all of us. It's only fair. So Harry, what's the plan?"
The boy with the scar, Harry, says, "Alright, er, we'll have the people who know what golf is go first so those who don't know how to play can watch and see how it is properly done. Any suggestions Professor Dumbledore?"
The man with the silver beard said, "I'm sure we'll all do fine, yet we must also remember to not lose our temper." At this everyone looked at Ron.
"Hey, it wasn't my fault! That little dorf called me an idiot! And the mess wasn't that bad!" Ron says defensively.
"It's 'Dwarf', Ron," Hermione corrected, rolling her eyes.
"You always have to be little miss perfect, don't you?" Ron retorted back. Hermione simply just rolled her eyes again.
"Daddy says that we should be careful with golf, because Haternotts live in Muggle golf courses." says the girl with the bright eyes.
"Do they, Luna?" says the girl with red hair vaguely.
"Why yes, Ginny! The have amazing-"Luna tries to explains, but is interrupted by giant man.
"Can we get started?"
"Yeah, Hagrid is right. It'll be the New Year by the time we start," the man with the dead look says.
"Sirius is right, we keep carrying on like this we'll be here for quite a while," agrees the man with the sick look upon him, who is known as Remus.
"And if we going on about how 'right' everyone is, we really will be here forever!" exclaimed the woman with the bright pink hair.
"Alright Tonks, we'll begin," says Dumbledore reasonably, straightening up.
Meanwhile, the Middle-earth crew plans their attack strategy.
"Alright, does anyone know how to play golf?" asks the short person with bright blue eyes.
"Why Frodo, we were going to ask the same question!" says one of the happy short people.
"That, and when second breakfast is going to be," adds the other happy short person.
"Pippin, Merry, this is no time for food. Today we fight!" declares the man clad in armor.
"Aragorn, the battle is over now, you can relax," whispers the beautiful woman with pointy ears, putting her hand on his arm.
"Oh, yes, you're right Arwen," replies Aragorn, surprised.
"What is our attack strategy?" asks the maiden with the long blonde hair.
"Have any ideas, Éowyn?" asked the ancient man with the staff.
"Why yes, I do Gandalf! We actually play!"
"Where's that boy with the red hair? Throw pie at me will he?" demands the short person with the wild beard.
"Let it go, Gimli! The food was good anyway!" says the chubby short person.
"Hobbits! All they think about is food! We must seek revenge, Sam!" shouts Gimli, but no one pays the Dwarf any attention.
"We should begin, before the sun sets over the green horizon," says the man with the pointed ears.
"Legolas is right! We begin!" declares Gandalf, grabbing his clubs.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Each group engages in a huddle. The boy with many freckles says, "Good job Hermione. Now we have to play this stupid Muggle game. Couldn't we play Quidditch?"
The bushy hair girl named Hermione replies coolly, "You know perfectly well they don't have brooms that can fly were they come from, Ron. So we decided to play something that was new to all of us. It's only fair. So Harry, what's the plan?"
The boy with the scar, Harry, says, "Alright, er, we'll have the people who know what golf is go first so those who don't know how to play can watch and see how it is properly done. Any suggestions Professor Dumbledore?"
The man with the silver beard said, "I'm sure we'll all do fine, yet we must also remember to not lose our temper." At this everyone looked at Ron.
"Hey, it wasn't my fault! That little dorf called me an idiot! And the mess wasn't that bad!" Ron says defensively.
"It's 'Dwarf', Ron," Hermione corrected, rolling her eyes.
"You always have to be little miss perfect, don't you?" Ron retorted back. Hermione simply just rolled her eyes again.
"Daddy says that we should be careful with golf, because Haternotts live in Muggle golf courses." says the girl with the bright eyes.
"Do they, Luna?" says the girl with red hair vaguely.
"Why yes, Ginny! The have amazing-"Luna tries to explains, but is interrupted by giant man.
"Can we get started?"
"Yeah, Hagrid is right. It'll be the New Year by the time we start," the man with the dead look says.
"Sirius is right, we keep carrying on like this we'll be here for quite a while," agrees the man with the sick look upon him, who is known as Remus.
"And if we going on about how 'right' everyone is, we really will be here forever!" exclaimed the woman with the bright pink hair.
"Alright Tonks, we'll begin," says Dumbledore reasonably, straightening up.
Meanwhile, the Middle-earth crew plans their attack strategy.
"Alright, does anyone know how to play golf?" asks the short person with bright blue eyes.
"Why Frodo, we were going to ask the same question!" says one of the happy short people.
"That, and when second breakfast is going to be," adds the other happy short person.
"Pippin, Merry, this is no time for food. Today we fight!" declares the man clad in armor.
"Aragorn, the battle is over now, you can relax," whispers the beautiful woman with pointy ears, putting her hand on his arm.
"Oh, yes, you're right Arwen," replies Aragorn, surprised.
"What is our attack strategy?" asks the maiden with the long blonde hair.
"Have any ideas, Éowyn?" asked the ancient man with the staff.
"Why yes, I do Gandalf! We actually play!"
"Where's that boy with the red hair? Throw pie at me will he?" demands the short person with the wild beard.
"Let it go, Gimli! The food was good anyway!" says the chubby short person.
"Hobbits! All they think about is food! We must seek revenge, Sam!" shouts Gimli, but no one pays the Dwarf any attention.
"We should begin, before the sun sets over the green horizon," says the man with the pointed ears.
"Legolas is right! We begin!" declares Gandalf, grabbing his clubs.