Some annoying announcer person is doing the commentary in the background.
"First up is Frodo, son of Drogo! He comes to us from his home in the
Shire. His opponent is none other than the famous Harry Potter, otherwise
known as the Boy-Who-Lived! He has graciously traveled from his home in
Little Whinging, Surrey! He lives with-" Everyone glares at the annoying
announcer person and he finally allows them some peace. Harry and Frodo
shake hands.
"May the best man, or Hobbit, win," announces the announcer guy.
Frodo comes up first, and places the little white golf ball on a tee. It falls off. Frodo picks it up and puts it on the tee again. It falls off... again.
"It's a Haternott! They have minds of their own!" cries Luna.
"No, Luna, it's called a golf ball," says Hermione angrily.
However, the little white golf ball seems to be picking a fight with Frodo, and winning.
Angrily, Frodo yells "If you to not stay on the little stick, I will throw YOU into Mount Doom!"
Suddenly, the ball rises in the air and softly lands on the tee. Everyone looks shocked, including Frodo. Frodo realizes it was Gandalf (a wizard), but everyone looks at Luna unbelievingly. Frodo swings the club above his head and whacks at the ball. It goes flying into the air, as everyone murmurs, "Wow, nice hit...".
Suddenly, Ginny cries, "Look, the ball's still there!"
Sure enough, the ball is still on the grass, but the tee had been shot out from under it. Frodo yells in outrage and hits the ball with his club for revenge. Strangely enough, the ball goes soaring over the trees and lands on the green. People clap softly, though the HP crew seems disappointed.
"Amazing hit by Frodo! That's Frodo, son of Drogo! Let's see if the Boy-Who- Lived can do better!" announces the annoying announcer guy.
Harry came up to the little tee and put his golf ball on the tee. It didn't fall off, and Frodo is very angry with this. Harry holds the club and hits the ball. The ball goes flying and the Wizardry World team looks very happy... that is, until the ball falls in the water.
"Oh, that's bad luck. I guess the Boy-Who-Lived isn't a golfer."
The Wizardry World team glares venomously at the very annoying announcer guy and the Middle-earth team smirks. It is Frodo's turn to hit the tiny little ball into the tiny little hole. He took the same club he used before. He thrust the club above his head, and hit the poor little ball with all of his might, as if to dare it not to go into the hole. The ball soars over the hole and into the sandpit some three hundred feet away from the hole.
"Well, that should teach him to use a putter when hitting the ball on the green. That's bad luck, try hitting it softer next time."
It was the Middle-earth team's turn to glare at the irksome announcer, and the Wizardry World team's turn to smirk. Frodo cursed the ball roundly and went to stand with his teammates. Meanwhile, Harry was trying to figure out the best way to get the ball out of the water. Finally, he decided to just get it out of the water, not into the hole. Let's just say it's easier said than done. Harry hit the ball with much force as to break it away from the dreaded water of doom. He succeeded in getting the ball out of the water, but he hit a bit too hard. It hit a boulder and, yup, you guessed it, it bounced off the boulder and back into the water.
"Maybe you should stick to Quidditch, Harry! I think we'll be here a while folks!" This time everyone gave the announcer murderous glares.
Harry angrily stomped back to his teammates. Of course Ron couldn't resist making a smart remark.
"'Have the people who know what they're doing go first so those who don't know how to play can see how it's done.' Too bad that those who know what their doing have now idea how to play."
Frodo walked up to his ball in the sandpit. Strangely, he began to talk to it.
"Ok, I know you don't like me much, but please try to aim FOR the hole!"
He picked up his putter, just to be safe, and struck the ball. The best thing to say about his hit was that at least the ball moved, about two inches. He stared at it incredulously and started whacking at it like there was no tomorrow. All the ball did was fly up into the air and come back done in the same spot it was before. As Frodo swung at the ball, the Wizardry World team counted his strokes.
"4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16..."
Frodo finally got the ball out of the sandpit at twenty-seven strokes and into the hole at thirty-one.
"Well, good news is, maybe he set a world record for most strokes in a single hole!"
The announcer gasped as an arrow shot his microphone out of his hand. Looking around, he saw Legolas put his bow over his shoulder with a satisfied look. Muttering curses about Elves, he went to retrieve his microphone only to find the arrow had speared it. He went back to his booth and pulled out a new microphone from his desk.
Harry waded into the water to hit his ball. He hit it with as much force as he could muster, and the ball soared over the boulder and... into the sandpit. Since Frodo had been in such a temper and had continued hitting the ball until it was in the hole, Harry was allowed to continue. He tried doing something different than what Frodo did. He picked up a new club and hit the ball. Of course, with their luck, the ball got out of the sandpit and on the edge of the pit, then rolled back in. Harry glared at it angrily and all of a sudden, the ball flew out of the sandpit and directly into the hole. Harry blinked and looked around. Both his team and the Middle-earth team was just as shocked as he was, and there was an uncomfortable silence. Suddenly, Gimli cried out into the silence.
"He cheated! He used that magic wand thing of his! The lousy good-for- nothing..." and he continued cursing Harry.
The rest of the Middle-earth team started agreeing with Gimli and began yelling insults at the Wizardry World team. Hermione tried to explain reasonably that it was an affect of Harry's emotions and not Harry's fault, but Merry and Pippin began chucking mushrooms at her. She lost her patience and began blasting the mushrooms as they came towards her and finally hit Pippin with the full body bind, which froze him as if he had been dried in cement. Merry became furious and made to attack Hermione with a frying pan, but Harry stunned him before he came too close. Ron and Gimli made eye contact, faintly muttered "You" and ran at each other. Luckily, Gimli did not have his axe, but he did have his armor on which deflected any spell thrown at him by Ron. Instead they took to whacking each other with their golf clubs. Ginny got into a fight with Éowyn, Aragorn with Sirius (Sirius had made the mistake of flirting with Arwen), and Tonks with Legolas (something about who's hair was better...) and Hagrid was getting anyone he could get in range of his pink umbrella. The annoying announcer guy was having much fun reporting the standings.
"Ooh, and Hermione takes a blow by an apple thrown by Sam, that's Sam Gamgee, Frodo's servant. Ouch. Ron just got hit in the head with a golf ball thrown by Gimli... Gimli, son of Glóin. Ron is the sixth son of Molly and Arthur Weasley. Uh oh, Tonks has just preformed a severing charm on Legolas's hair! Now it's about seven inches shorter...Legolas does not seem very happy at all. Yes, he's shooting arrows at her, as long as it's not me! She's blocking them with some sort of shield charm, she will have to teach me that some day! None of the Middle-earth team members seem able to undo Pippin's full body bind. Oh, but Gandalf is coming, he's revived Pippin! Merry seems to be unconscious... Dumbledore has preformed the counter- curse. Wait! Dumbledore is supposed to be on the Wizardry World team..."
Dumbledore emitted several gold sparks from his wand tip and calmed everyone down.
"I apologize in ending all the fun, but it is intermission. We will resume once we are all well fed and watered."
With that, everyone put down their 'weapons' (except for the witches/wizard's with their wands) and followed either Gandalf or Dumbledore into the clubhouse. Nothing would get in the way of food...
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Please review! Be honest, even if you totally hated it, but don't be rude or disrespectful. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!
I apologize if I got any LotR facts wrong, I'm not so great with LotR so please don't kill me! I might do accents later on, but from what I've heard, they are a pain to put in. So I'll wait...
More chapters coming soon! Sam against Gimli!
"May the best man, or Hobbit, win," announces the announcer guy.
Frodo comes up first, and places the little white golf ball on a tee. It falls off. Frodo picks it up and puts it on the tee again. It falls off... again.
"It's a Haternott! They have minds of their own!" cries Luna.
"No, Luna, it's called a golf ball," says Hermione angrily.
However, the little white golf ball seems to be picking a fight with Frodo, and winning.
Angrily, Frodo yells "If you to not stay on the little stick, I will throw YOU into Mount Doom!"
Suddenly, the ball rises in the air and softly lands on the tee. Everyone looks shocked, including Frodo. Frodo realizes it was Gandalf (a wizard), but everyone looks at Luna unbelievingly. Frodo swings the club above his head and whacks at the ball. It goes flying into the air, as everyone murmurs, "Wow, nice hit...".
Suddenly, Ginny cries, "Look, the ball's still there!"
Sure enough, the ball is still on the grass, but the tee had been shot out from under it. Frodo yells in outrage and hits the ball with his club for revenge. Strangely enough, the ball goes soaring over the trees and lands on the green. People clap softly, though the HP crew seems disappointed.
"Amazing hit by Frodo! That's Frodo, son of Drogo! Let's see if the Boy-Who- Lived can do better!" announces the annoying announcer guy.
Harry came up to the little tee and put his golf ball on the tee. It didn't fall off, and Frodo is very angry with this. Harry holds the club and hits the ball. The ball goes flying and the Wizardry World team looks very happy... that is, until the ball falls in the water.
"Oh, that's bad luck. I guess the Boy-Who-Lived isn't a golfer."
The Wizardry World team glares venomously at the very annoying announcer guy and the Middle-earth team smirks. It is Frodo's turn to hit the tiny little ball into the tiny little hole. He took the same club he used before. He thrust the club above his head, and hit the poor little ball with all of his might, as if to dare it not to go into the hole. The ball soars over the hole and into the sandpit some three hundred feet away from the hole.
"Well, that should teach him to use a putter when hitting the ball on the green. That's bad luck, try hitting it softer next time."
It was the Middle-earth team's turn to glare at the irksome announcer, and the Wizardry World team's turn to smirk. Frodo cursed the ball roundly and went to stand with his teammates. Meanwhile, Harry was trying to figure out the best way to get the ball out of the water. Finally, he decided to just get it out of the water, not into the hole. Let's just say it's easier said than done. Harry hit the ball with much force as to break it away from the dreaded water of doom. He succeeded in getting the ball out of the water, but he hit a bit too hard. It hit a boulder and, yup, you guessed it, it bounced off the boulder and back into the water.
"Maybe you should stick to Quidditch, Harry! I think we'll be here a while folks!" This time everyone gave the announcer murderous glares.
Harry angrily stomped back to his teammates. Of course Ron couldn't resist making a smart remark.
"'Have the people who know what they're doing go first so those who don't know how to play can see how it's done.' Too bad that those who know what their doing have now idea how to play."
Frodo walked up to his ball in the sandpit. Strangely, he began to talk to it.
"Ok, I know you don't like me much, but please try to aim FOR the hole!"
He picked up his putter, just to be safe, and struck the ball. The best thing to say about his hit was that at least the ball moved, about two inches. He stared at it incredulously and started whacking at it like there was no tomorrow. All the ball did was fly up into the air and come back done in the same spot it was before. As Frodo swung at the ball, the Wizardry World team counted his strokes.
"4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16..."
Frodo finally got the ball out of the sandpit at twenty-seven strokes and into the hole at thirty-one.
"Well, good news is, maybe he set a world record for most strokes in a single hole!"
The announcer gasped as an arrow shot his microphone out of his hand. Looking around, he saw Legolas put his bow over his shoulder with a satisfied look. Muttering curses about Elves, he went to retrieve his microphone only to find the arrow had speared it. He went back to his booth and pulled out a new microphone from his desk.
Harry waded into the water to hit his ball. He hit it with as much force as he could muster, and the ball soared over the boulder and... into the sandpit. Since Frodo had been in such a temper and had continued hitting the ball until it was in the hole, Harry was allowed to continue. He tried doing something different than what Frodo did. He picked up a new club and hit the ball. Of course, with their luck, the ball got out of the sandpit and on the edge of the pit, then rolled back in. Harry glared at it angrily and all of a sudden, the ball flew out of the sandpit and directly into the hole. Harry blinked and looked around. Both his team and the Middle-earth team was just as shocked as he was, and there was an uncomfortable silence. Suddenly, Gimli cried out into the silence.
"He cheated! He used that magic wand thing of his! The lousy good-for- nothing..." and he continued cursing Harry.
The rest of the Middle-earth team started agreeing with Gimli and began yelling insults at the Wizardry World team. Hermione tried to explain reasonably that it was an affect of Harry's emotions and not Harry's fault, but Merry and Pippin began chucking mushrooms at her. She lost her patience and began blasting the mushrooms as they came towards her and finally hit Pippin with the full body bind, which froze him as if he had been dried in cement. Merry became furious and made to attack Hermione with a frying pan, but Harry stunned him before he came too close. Ron and Gimli made eye contact, faintly muttered "You" and ran at each other. Luckily, Gimli did not have his axe, but he did have his armor on which deflected any spell thrown at him by Ron. Instead they took to whacking each other with their golf clubs. Ginny got into a fight with Éowyn, Aragorn with Sirius (Sirius had made the mistake of flirting with Arwen), and Tonks with Legolas (something about who's hair was better...) and Hagrid was getting anyone he could get in range of his pink umbrella. The annoying announcer guy was having much fun reporting the standings.
"Ooh, and Hermione takes a blow by an apple thrown by Sam, that's Sam Gamgee, Frodo's servant. Ouch. Ron just got hit in the head with a golf ball thrown by Gimli... Gimli, son of Glóin. Ron is the sixth son of Molly and Arthur Weasley. Uh oh, Tonks has just preformed a severing charm on Legolas's hair! Now it's about seven inches shorter...Legolas does not seem very happy at all. Yes, he's shooting arrows at her, as long as it's not me! She's blocking them with some sort of shield charm, she will have to teach me that some day! None of the Middle-earth team members seem able to undo Pippin's full body bind. Oh, but Gandalf is coming, he's revived Pippin! Merry seems to be unconscious... Dumbledore has preformed the counter- curse. Wait! Dumbledore is supposed to be on the Wizardry World team..."
Dumbledore emitted several gold sparks from his wand tip and calmed everyone down.
"I apologize in ending all the fun, but it is intermission. We will resume once we are all well fed and watered."
With that, everyone put down their 'weapons' (except for the witches/wizard's with their wands) and followed either Gandalf or Dumbledore into the clubhouse. Nothing would get in the way of food...
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Please review! Be honest, even if you totally hated it, but don't be rude or disrespectful. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!
I apologize if I got any LotR facts wrong, I'm not so great with LotR so please don't kill me! I might do accents later on, but from what I've heard, they are a pain to put in. So I'll wait...
More chapters coming soon! Sam against Gimli!