A/N- Ok, I know that I said I would do Sam vs. Ron but I thought it would
be more fun to do Ron vs. Gimli ^_^ They have a very... unique relationship,
to say the least :P
I'm a bit worried about this chapter, I think I strayed off the golf topic a bit too much... Please tell me if I did!
You will not find a reviewer named Rachel, for that is me! ^_^ I didn't want to be left out... :-)
Also, I understand fully that Hermione, Ron and the under-aged wizards/witches can't use magic out of Hogwarts, but I'm sure you'll agree that having them use magic is much more fun! Oh, the possibilities... *grins mischievously*
Again, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, but please, no flame. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Just a little reminder that I don't own any of the Harry Potter cast, unfortunately, and do not own any of the Lord of the Rings characters. I do, however, own my plot and any other characters I may decide to add.
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After the teams emerged from the clubhouse on the golf course, the teams stood back to let Ron try his luck, as he would need all the luck he could get. Gandalf and Dumbledore had agreed to make the score even: each team had 31 strokes. They trudged up the hill to where the tee for the second hole was. Meanwhile, Pippin and Merry were slipping from their team and going somewhere unknown...
"And now Ron is up at the tee. This is his first time ever playing golf, rather preferring to fly on his older brother's broomsticks in the yard of his very cozy home, The Burrow. He is the sixth son of Arthur and Molly Weasly and Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Let's hope he can pull of another miraculous win like that-"
Someone from the audience had threw a carton of juice at the announcer guy. The torpedo of juice had hit the announcer guy's microphone and it malfunctioned. Again, he pulled out a replacement microphone, this time muttering curses about ungrateful audience members.
"Nice shot, Jenny!" Suvi said to the girl who had thrown the juice.
"Yeah, but now my grape juice is gone!" Jenny whined.
"Here, you can have one of my cookies if you like," Rachel offered kindly.
"Yay! SUGAR!" Jenny cried enthusiastically.
"Oh no, Rachel and Jenny with sugar, head for the hills!" Kimberly yelled.
"Take cover!" Suvi cried out.
"Shut up, all of you. Let's watch the game!" Camellia ordered them, and, for once, they obeyed her.
Finally, Ron was allowed some quiet to concentrate on playing. He rose his club, ready to strike, when Gimli made a smart remark.
"It looks like something is biting him in the breeches," Gimli sneered.
Ron's famous temper began to bubble out again, but luckily he managed to control it and let that remark go by, for now. He gripped the club and, as to not repeat what Harry and Frodo had accomplished, gently swung the club and made contact with the ball. The ball went off the tee and rolled slowly about six feet. The Wizardry World team sighed, but then the ball began to miraculously roll down the hill at great speed toward the hole. The Wizardry World team first appeared to be stunned, and then cheered Ron. Ron smiled happily, blushing with all the praise he was receiving, and went back to his team to watch Gimli try his luck while the announcer guy reported the progress of the game.
"Amazingly Ron Weasly is only a few strokes away from getting the golf ball in the hole! Who would have thought Ron would be good at something! Certainly not I..."
Ron glared at the announcer guy, who grinned back, but let it go by unheeded as he was still glowing from his great hit. Gimli went up to the tee and placed his golf ball on the tee. His ball was different from all the others; it was silver and shiny. In the stands, some of the audience members were admiring the ball.
"Shiny! I like shiny!" Rachel said happily.
"Shiny good..." Jenny agreed.
"Oh no, not this again," Kimberly moaned.
"It's mithril! The Dwarves are master craftsmen and he probably sculpted it too..." Suvi began, until Jenny interrupted.
"Oh! Like Frodo's coat, the one Bilbo gave to him that saved him from the troll in the Mines of Moria!"
"The very same, it's more valuable than silver..." Suvi tried again, until Kimberly interrupted this time.
"Enough Lord of the Rings talk! I wanna watch them fight again!"
Camellia took the opportunity to steal some of Rachel's cookies while Rachel gazed at the shiny ball. As she munched on her prize, the
Wizardry World team noticed the unique ball also, and were now protesting the use of it.
"That ball has been sabotaged! He just wants to defeat Ron!" accused Hermione of the Dwarf.
"He did no such thing..." Éowyn began furiously.
"Oy! Then Shrimpy, tell us, why is you ball all silver and shiny?" Ron demanded.
"How dare you mock me with a foul name from your accursed mouth?! I shall have your head!" Gimli vented, raising his golf club.
"The Midget is tryin' to cheat!" Hagrid said.
"I knew we couldn't trust them!" Tonks roared.
"The cursed Slimeball!" Sirius yelled.
"Us?! It's your demented boy there that cheated!" Frodo cried.
"Yeah! Mr. Frodo is right!" Sam agreed.
"Demented?! I've had enough references to my scar!" Harry said, whipping out his wand.
"I TOLD you if you shut up that they would fight!" Camellia said gleefully.
"Hey! I said that!" Kimberly whined.
"Oooh, I think another fight is about to break out. Legolas is gripping his bow, aiming at Tonks for revenge. Harry is trying vainly to stun Frodo. Hagrid is pulling out his umbrella! Uh-oh, wait! Dumbledore has emitted three gold sparks into the air. He has restored calm. Party-pooper," the annoying announcer guy announced, annoyed at the sudden end before the fight began.
"We shall continue the game, without fuse nor argument. Gimli shall replace his ball with a common white one, and Ron will not insult Master Gimli. Continue," Dumbledore said in his loud, rumbling voice. Everyone mumbled and returned to position. Gimli muttered about replacing his ball, but consenting to it since Ron had to keep quiet. Yet the silence was not restored to the full extent that Dumbledore had intended. There was a loud hissing sound and a sudden BOOM! Everyone, from instinct, ducked and pulled out their weapons, or golf clubs.
"Up there!" Sam said, pointing up. Everyone turned their head skyward and could see thousands of red, green and blue sparks. More sparks came, along with bigger explosions. Gandalf, however, did not "Oooooo" or "Ahhhhh" at the beautiful whirl of color that painted the sky. He was marching off angrily to a place behind a cluster of lush green pine trees, where puffs of gray smoke was rising. Yet before Gandalf could reach the trees, another explosion of fireworks shot off, and a firework in the shape of a vicious red dragon came zooming out of the trees at fierce speeds, burning the limbs of the pine and then heading straight for Gandalf. Gandalf ducked quickly, and the dragon soared over to the...uh-oh.
"Shiny!" Suvi, Jenny, and Rachel cried happily, jumping up and down.
"Shiny and big!" Jenny said fearfully.
"Really big shiny..." Suvi said, eyes widening.
"Bad shiny!" Rachel said, pointing.
Camellia and Kimberly all peered over to where Rachel was pointing and saw, with horror, the blazing red dragon of shiny, fiery sparks.
"Dragon!" Camellia said after recovering from the shock. She jumped for joy and clapped her hands together. "I like dragons!"
"Run!" Jenny said.
They jumped off the bleachers and sprinted to the nearest shelter, Camellia being reluctantly pulled by Kimberly. They ended up at the annoying announcer guy's booth, who was, without doubt, annoyed. In a few moments, the once sort-of-crowded bleachers went up in flames as the dragon emitted his blazing rage of terror! Camellia, however, seemed very pleased.
"Fire! I like fire!"
"How can you like fire?" Kimberly asked.
"Like this!" She replied, indicating to a giant bag that contained thousands of marshmallows, wrappers that covered hundreds of large bars of chocolate and dozens of boxes of graham crackers all on an even larger wagon, which was being pulled by Camellia's allegiance of kitties.
"Kitties!! Now we eat Smores!" Camellia declared gleefully.
"Chocolate..." Suvi said.
"Marshmallows..." Kimberly said.
"Chocolate AND marshmallows..." Jenny said.
Silence. They all looked around, expecting to see Rachel drooling over the treats. She was gone! Oh well, at least now she would shut up...
Out of the cluster of trees stumbled two burnt Hobbits. Gandalf waved his hand and the fireworks disappeared in an instant.
"Fool of a Took! Useless Brandybuck! I thought you would have learned your lesson by now, but you have proved me incorrect once again!" Gandalf scolded angrily.
The two hobbits continued to stumble, as if drunken, in their scorched clothing.
"Aye, we must do that again!" Merry said happily.
"This time, we add extra powder, then it will really explode!" Pippin said eagerly.
"You will do no such thing unless you wish to revisit Caradhras once more!" Gandalf threatened.
"Let's return to the game, shall we?" Merry asked Pippin.
"We shall," Pippin replied, and they both scurried off to the tee.
After the fireworks vanished, Gimli returned to his task. He raised his club and swung a few practice swings beside the ball. Then he eyed the hole in which he was aiming for, and prepared to swung for a final time.
"Well, if Gimli does well on this, he could very well put the Middle-earth team in the lead! How exciting! Hey, get away from me with that!" cried the annoyed announcer guy.
Camellia had set her marshmallow on fire and was offering it to the annoyed announcer guy.
"You don't want any? It's yummy!"
She extended the flaming marshmallow further toward the annoyed announcer guy, yet too close. In a matter of moments, his pants were on fire. He knocked the marshmallow out of Camellia's hand, and it fell to the ground atop the dropped microphone, which malfunctioned...again. The very annoyed announcer guy stopped, dropped, and rolled on the ground, shrieking with terror the entire time. Luckily, the grass was still damp from the morning dew so the flames were put out, but now his pants were reduced to ash.
"I see London, I see France!" Kimberly chanted.
He ran off in search of more clothing, while both teams cheered Camellia for ridding them of the nuisance, even if only temporarily, for he was sure to return in seek of revenge. Anyways, back to the game...
Gimli swung hard, straight towards the hole. The ball soared over the clouds, and everyone murmured, "Where'd it go?". Then, far off in the distance, Gimli's ball landed just ten yards shy of a hole-in-one. The Middle-earth team cheered for Gimli as the Wizardry World team sulked; they couldn't argue against that amazing hit. Ron's confidence vanished as quickly as the annoyed announcer's pants. He trudged over to his ball as if he had already lost. The Wizardry World team, feeling bad for Ron, continued to cheer him on.
"You can do it, Ron! Forget about Gimli! Just remember how wonderful you did in the last Quidditch match!" Hermione cheered supportively.
"C'mon Ron!" Harry yelled.
"Win this for the Weaslys, Ron! Just remember, you're at least better than Frodo!" Ginny said.
With those encouraging remarks, Ron stood taller and gazed determined at the second hole. He bent over the ball with his club and prepared for his moment. He raised his club, the sun reflecting impressively on it, and hit the ball perfectly. The ball soared about twenty yards and then landed on the damp green and continued to roll towards the hole. Everyone held their breath; Camellia, Suvi and Kimberly even stopped munching on their Smores to see Ron's incredible hit. Suddenly, the ball halted only four feet from the hole. After a second of disbelieving silence, the Wizardry World team erupted into choruses of cheering.
"Ye did it Ron! Ye really did it!" Hagrid said with much pride.
"Congratulations, Ronald," Luna said in her usual manner.
"Er, thanks Luna," Ron said.
"Very well done Mr. Weasly. Could not have asked for a better player," Dumbledore told the ecstatic Ron.
"Marvelous Ron, simply marvelous," Lupin told him.
"Here's our most valuable player!" Sirius roared, shaking Ron's hand firmly.
"You did it Ron! We may win after all!" Hermione cried, hugging him happily.
"Hermione, get over it, Hermione!" Ron said, fighting the hug.
"You really did it mate, great job. Now you've out-stripped the famous Harry Potter," Harry told him mockingly, offering him a butterbeer. The entire Wizardry World team held their bottles up and rumbled, "To Ron!". The audience went back to their snacks and the Middle-earth team was giving Gimli a pep-talk.
"Remember Gimli, they may be close to winning, but they have not yet seen the force of the Dwarves!" Aragorn told him.
"Yes, and if Master Gimli does poorly, I will pull us in the lead, for Elves are of greater force," Legolas said, joking. "Nay, Master Legolas. While Elves may be swift and sharp of the senses, Dwarves are more bold and strong as to lead this team!" Gimli replied, also joking.
"Good luck, Gimli," Éowyn wished to the Dwarf.
"I do not need luck to beat that poor excuse of a golfer, Lady Éowyn," Gimli responded.
"Go Gimli! Go Gimli! Go Gimli!" Pippin and Merry chanted.
"Foolish Hobbits! Now that the annoying announcer man is gone, you take his place! Silence!" Gandalf commanded, yet they did not obey.
"I know you will do better than I, Gimli," Frodo told him, and Gimli grinned.
"Low chance of death, high chance of success, what am I waiting for?"
With that, Gimli marched off to his ball with much confidence. He did not stall but simply struck the ball with just enough force to send the ball straight into the hole. The Middle-earth team cheered, a couple team members sticking their tongues out (I'm sure I do not have to tell you who...) at the HP team and Ron, who was now red. With much discouragement, Ron walked over to his ball, putter in hand.
"Don't be discouraged, Ron! If you screw this up, it will be even worse!" Ginny yelled out to him. Everyone looked at Ginny. "What?! It's true!"
"You'll do fine, Ronald," Luna said.
"You're still our most valuable player, Ron!" Sirius yelled encouragingly.
Ron swung his club absentmindedly and hit the ball. Ron realized what he had done, with horror, and watch as the ball went in the opposite direction. Bursting with frustration, he stomped over to the ball and hit it out of anger.
"I told you NOT to screw up!" Ginny yelled to him as the ball soared clear over the hole.
The ball then hit a Maple tree and ricocheted off the tree with new velocity toward the hole. The ball slowed down half way to the hole and then hit the ground. It rolled the last thirteen feet to the hole and went right in with a little plop. The Wizardry World team released a sigh of relief and the Middle-earth team seemed somewhat content. They were in the lead, thirty-three to thirty-five (remember in golf, the person or team with the lowest score wins) but the game wasn't over yet, and Rachel still hadn't returned... not that anyone cared. The annoying announcer guy was back, but wearing a revolting purple skirt with orange stripes. Or maybe it was orange with purple stripes...but whatever the pattern, he was still announcing the standings.
"The Middle-earth team has pulled ahead with thirty-three points! Yet the Wizardry World team isn't far behind with thirty-five points! We'll continue right after this break,"
"FOOD!" yelled Pippin and Merry, finally spotting Suvi, Kimberly, Jenny and Camellia eating away at their Smores. They joined right in, stuffing their faces with as many marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate as possible, which is quite a lot for a Hobbit. The audience shrugged and continued munching. Both teams trudged back to the clubhouse to rest, eat, and plan their new strategy. What they didn't know was that the news off their game was spreading, and more people were heading to watch the game...
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Ainu_Laire (Suvi): Well, I'm glad you like it! ^_^ I'm glad it's even, I kept messing up the count of team members. :-\ I think I need more fingers...
Bunnyluver (Kimberly): Um, well, ok... now how to respond to that review.. :P
Seinna: Muhahaha! Golf shall remain forever!!! I SHALL TORTURE YOU UNTIL THE END OF TIME! Or at least until this fanfiction is done. :D There are 18 holes, so that means 18 chapters (excluding intro and the first chapter). Hmm... Four players won't be able to play a second hole :( I should have put 18 people on each team, but there aren't really enough worthy canidates :P oh well! :P
Hebe Jebes (Jenny): Jenny! Yay! Me glad you like ^_^ Well, at least I got this chapter up. Wait until next chapter, you are going to be amazed at what I have in store for you... *grins mischieviously*
Shangoolak (Camellia): Well, now you have to review again! Then again! I will make you review for enternity!!! :D I like the part where Aragorn goes "Today we fight!" too, but I miss-quoted. :o It's supposed to be "This day we fight!"... I think... SUVI!
Cotume (don't know your name :P): Thanks, but that doesn't work on my word program :( My microsoft word is busted *mutters curses*, so I'm reduced to using the primative WordPad. Grrr! I'm really glad you like it though! Refer me to your friends :P Sorry you weren't in the story, I had already written quite a bit when you reviewed, but you will be in the next one, I promise :D
I'm a bit worried about this chapter, I think I strayed off the golf topic a bit too much... Please tell me if I did!
You will not find a reviewer named Rachel, for that is me! ^_^ I didn't want to be left out... :-)
Also, I understand fully that Hermione, Ron and the under-aged wizards/witches can't use magic out of Hogwarts, but I'm sure you'll agree that having them use magic is much more fun! Oh, the possibilities... *grins mischievously*
Again, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, but please, no flame. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Just a little reminder that I don't own any of the Harry Potter cast, unfortunately, and do not own any of the Lord of the Rings characters. I do, however, own my plot and any other characters I may decide to add.
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After the teams emerged from the clubhouse on the golf course, the teams stood back to let Ron try his luck, as he would need all the luck he could get. Gandalf and Dumbledore had agreed to make the score even: each team had 31 strokes. They trudged up the hill to where the tee for the second hole was. Meanwhile, Pippin and Merry were slipping from their team and going somewhere unknown...
"And now Ron is up at the tee. This is his first time ever playing golf, rather preferring to fly on his older brother's broomsticks in the yard of his very cozy home, The Burrow. He is the sixth son of Arthur and Molly Weasly and Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Let's hope he can pull of another miraculous win like that-"
Someone from the audience had threw a carton of juice at the announcer guy. The torpedo of juice had hit the announcer guy's microphone and it malfunctioned. Again, he pulled out a replacement microphone, this time muttering curses about ungrateful audience members.
"Nice shot, Jenny!" Suvi said to the girl who had thrown the juice.
"Yeah, but now my grape juice is gone!" Jenny whined.
"Here, you can have one of my cookies if you like," Rachel offered kindly.
"Yay! SUGAR!" Jenny cried enthusiastically.
"Oh no, Rachel and Jenny with sugar, head for the hills!" Kimberly yelled.
"Take cover!" Suvi cried out.
"Shut up, all of you. Let's watch the game!" Camellia ordered them, and, for once, they obeyed her.
Finally, Ron was allowed some quiet to concentrate on playing. He rose his club, ready to strike, when Gimli made a smart remark.
"It looks like something is biting him in the breeches," Gimli sneered.
Ron's famous temper began to bubble out again, but luckily he managed to control it and let that remark go by, for now. He gripped the club and, as to not repeat what Harry and Frodo had accomplished, gently swung the club and made contact with the ball. The ball went off the tee and rolled slowly about six feet. The Wizardry World team sighed, but then the ball began to miraculously roll down the hill at great speed toward the hole. The Wizardry World team first appeared to be stunned, and then cheered Ron. Ron smiled happily, blushing with all the praise he was receiving, and went back to his team to watch Gimli try his luck while the announcer guy reported the progress of the game.
"Amazingly Ron Weasly is only a few strokes away from getting the golf ball in the hole! Who would have thought Ron would be good at something! Certainly not I..."
Ron glared at the announcer guy, who grinned back, but let it go by unheeded as he was still glowing from his great hit. Gimli went up to the tee and placed his golf ball on the tee. His ball was different from all the others; it was silver and shiny. In the stands, some of the audience members were admiring the ball.
"Shiny! I like shiny!" Rachel said happily.
"Shiny good..." Jenny agreed.
"Oh no, not this again," Kimberly moaned.
"It's mithril! The Dwarves are master craftsmen and he probably sculpted it too..." Suvi began, until Jenny interrupted.
"Oh! Like Frodo's coat, the one Bilbo gave to him that saved him from the troll in the Mines of Moria!"
"The very same, it's more valuable than silver..." Suvi tried again, until Kimberly interrupted this time.
"Enough Lord of the Rings talk! I wanna watch them fight again!"
Camellia took the opportunity to steal some of Rachel's cookies while Rachel gazed at the shiny ball. As she munched on her prize, the
Wizardry World team noticed the unique ball also, and were now protesting the use of it.
"That ball has been sabotaged! He just wants to defeat Ron!" accused Hermione of the Dwarf.
"He did no such thing..." Éowyn began furiously.
"Oy! Then Shrimpy, tell us, why is you ball all silver and shiny?" Ron demanded.
"How dare you mock me with a foul name from your accursed mouth?! I shall have your head!" Gimli vented, raising his golf club.
"The Midget is tryin' to cheat!" Hagrid said.
"I knew we couldn't trust them!" Tonks roared.
"The cursed Slimeball!" Sirius yelled.
"Us?! It's your demented boy there that cheated!" Frodo cried.
"Yeah! Mr. Frodo is right!" Sam agreed.
"Demented?! I've had enough references to my scar!" Harry said, whipping out his wand.
"I TOLD you if you shut up that they would fight!" Camellia said gleefully.
"Hey! I said that!" Kimberly whined.
"Oooh, I think another fight is about to break out. Legolas is gripping his bow, aiming at Tonks for revenge. Harry is trying vainly to stun Frodo. Hagrid is pulling out his umbrella! Uh-oh, wait! Dumbledore has emitted three gold sparks into the air. He has restored calm. Party-pooper," the annoying announcer guy announced, annoyed at the sudden end before the fight began.
"We shall continue the game, without fuse nor argument. Gimli shall replace his ball with a common white one, and Ron will not insult Master Gimli. Continue," Dumbledore said in his loud, rumbling voice. Everyone mumbled and returned to position. Gimli muttered about replacing his ball, but consenting to it since Ron had to keep quiet. Yet the silence was not restored to the full extent that Dumbledore had intended. There was a loud hissing sound and a sudden BOOM! Everyone, from instinct, ducked and pulled out their weapons, or golf clubs.
"Up there!" Sam said, pointing up. Everyone turned their head skyward and could see thousands of red, green and blue sparks. More sparks came, along with bigger explosions. Gandalf, however, did not "Oooooo" or "Ahhhhh" at the beautiful whirl of color that painted the sky. He was marching off angrily to a place behind a cluster of lush green pine trees, where puffs of gray smoke was rising. Yet before Gandalf could reach the trees, another explosion of fireworks shot off, and a firework in the shape of a vicious red dragon came zooming out of the trees at fierce speeds, burning the limbs of the pine and then heading straight for Gandalf. Gandalf ducked quickly, and the dragon soared over to the...uh-oh.
"Shiny!" Suvi, Jenny, and Rachel cried happily, jumping up and down.
"Shiny and big!" Jenny said fearfully.
"Really big shiny..." Suvi said, eyes widening.
"Bad shiny!" Rachel said, pointing.
Camellia and Kimberly all peered over to where Rachel was pointing and saw, with horror, the blazing red dragon of shiny, fiery sparks.
"Dragon!" Camellia said after recovering from the shock. She jumped for joy and clapped her hands together. "I like dragons!"
"Run!" Jenny said.
They jumped off the bleachers and sprinted to the nearest shelter, Camellia being reluctantly pulled by Kimberly. They ended up at the annoying announcer guy's booth, who was, without doubt, annoyed. In a few moments, the once sort-of-crowded bleachers went up in flames as the dragon emitted his blazing rage of terror! Camellia, however, seemed very pleased.
"Fire! I like fire!"
"How can you like fire?" Kimberly asked.
"Like this!" She replied, indicating to a giant bag that contained thousands of marshmallows, wrappers that covered hundreds of large bars of chocolate and dozens of boxes of graham crackers all on an even larger wagon, which was being pulled by Camellia's allegiance of kitties.
"Kitties!! Now we eat Smores!" Camellia declared gleefully.
"Chocolate..." Suvi said.
"Marshmallows..." Kimberly said.
"Chocolate AND marshmallows..." Jenny said.
Silence. They all looked around, expecting to see Rachel drooling over the treats. She was gone! Oh well, at least now she would shut up...
Out of the cluster of trees stumbled two burnt Hobbits. Gandalf waved his hand and the fireworks disappeared in an instant.
"Fool of a Took! Useless Brandybuck! I thought you would have learned your lesson by now, but you have proved me incorrect once again!" Gandalf scolded angrily.
The two hobbits continued to stumble, as if drunken, in their scorched clothing.
"Aye, we must do that again!" Merry said happily.
"This time, we add extra powder, then it will really explode!" Pippin said eagerly.
"You will do no such thing unless you wish to revisit Caradhras once more!" Gandalf threatened.
"Let's return to the game, shall we?" Merry asked Pippin.
"We shall," Pippin replied, and they both scurried off to the tee.
After the fireworks vanished, Gimli returned to his task. He raised his club and swung a few practice swings beside the ball. Then he eyed the hole in which he was aiming for, and prepared to swung for a final time.
"Well, if Gimli does well on this, he could very well put the Middle-earth team in the lead! How exciting! Hey, get away from me with that!" cried the annoyed announcer guy.
Camellia had set her marshmallow on fire and was offering it to the annoyed announcer guy.
"You don't want any? It's yummy!"
She extended the flaming marshmallow further toward the annoyed announcer guy, yet too close. In a matter of moments, his pants were on fire. He knocked the marshmallow out of Camellia's hand, and it fell to the ground atop the dropped microphone, which malfunctioned...again. The very annoyed announcer guy stopped, dropped, and rolled on the ground, shrieking with terror the entire time. Luckily, the grass was still damp from the morning dew so the flames were put out, but now his pants were reduced to ash.
"I see London, I see France!" Kimberly chanted.
He ran off in search of more clothing, while both teams cheered Camellia for ridding them of the nuisance, even if only temporarily, for he was sure to return in seek of revenge. Anyways, back to the game...
Gimli swung hard, straight towards the hole. The ball soared over the clouds, and everyone murmured, "Where'd it go?". Then, far off in the distance, Gimli's ball landed just ten yards shy of a hole-in-one. The Middle-earth team cheered for Gimli as the Wizardry World team sulked; they couldn't argue against that amazing hit. Ron's confidence vanished as quickly as the annoyed announcer's pants. He trudged over to his ball as if he had already lost. The Wizardry World team, feeling bad for Ron, continued to cheer him on.
"You can do it, Ron! Forget about Gimli! Just remember how wonderful you did in the last Quidditch match!" Hermione cheered supportively.
"C'mon Ron!" Harry yelled.
"Win this for the Weaslys, Ron! Just remember, you're at least better than Frodo!" Ginny said.
With those encouraging remarks, Ron stood taller and gazed determined at the second hole. He bent over the ball with his club and prepared for his moment. He raised his club, the sun reflecting impressively on it, and hit the ball perfectly. The ball soared about twenty yards and then landed on the damp green and continued to roll towards the hole. Everyone held their breath; Camellia, Suvi and Kimberly even stopped munching on their Smores to see Ron's incredible hit. Suddenly, the ball halted only four feet from the hole. After a second of disbelieving silence, the Wizardry World team erupted into choruses of cheering.
"Ye did it Ron! Ye really did it!" Hagrid said with much pride.
"Congratulations, Ronald," Luna said in her usual manner.
"Er, thanks Luna," Ron said.
"Very well done Mr. Weasly. Could not have asked for a better player," Dumbledore told the ecstatic Ron.
"Marvelous Ron, simply marvelous," Lupin told him.
"Here's our most valuable player!" Sirius roared, shaking Ron's hand firmly.
"You did it Ron! We may win after all!" Hermione cried, hugging him happily.
"Hermione, get over it, Hermione!" Ron said, fighting the hug.
"You really did it mate, great job. Now you've out-stripped the famous Harry Potter," Harry told him mockingly, offering him a butterbeer. The entire Wizardry World team held their bottles up and rumbled, "To Ron!". The audience went back to their snacks and the Middle-earth team was giving Gimli a pep-talk.
"Remember Gimli, they may be close to winning, but they have not yet seen the force of the Dwarves!" Aragorn told him.
"Yes, and if Master Gimli does poorly, I will pull us in the lead, for Elves are of greater force," Legolas said, joking. "Nay, Master Legolas. While Elves may be swift and sharp of the senses, Dwarves are more bold and strong as to lead this team!" Gimli replied, also joking.
"Good luck, Gimli," Éowyn wished to the Dwarf.
"I do not need luck to beat that poor excuse of a golfer, Lady Éowyn," Gimli responded.
"Go Gimli! Go Gimli! Go Gimli!" Pippin and Merry chanted.
"Foolish Hobbits! Now that the annoying announcer man is gone, you take his place! Silence!" Gandalf commanded, yet they did not obey.
"I know you will do better than I, Gimli," Frodo told him, and Gimli grinned.
"Low chance of death, high chance of success, what am I waiting for?"
With that, Gimli marched off to his ball with much confidence. He did not stall but simply struck the ball with just enough force to send the ball straight into the hole. The Middle-earth team cheered, a couple team members sticking their tongues out (I'm sure I do not have to tell you who...) at the HP team and Ron, who was now red. With much discouragement, Ron walked over to his ball, putter in hand.
"Don't be discouraged, Ron! If you screw this up, it will be even worse!" Ginny yelled out to him. Everyone looked at Ginny. "What?! It's true!"
"You'll do fine, Ronald," Luna said.
"You're still our most valuable player, Ron!" Sirius yelled encouragingly.
Ron swung his club absentmindedly and hit the ball. Ron realized what he had done, with horror, and watch as the ball went in the opposite direction. Bursting with frustration, he stomped over to the ball and hit it out of anger.
"I told you NOT to screw up!" Ginny yelled to him as the ball soared clear over the hole.
The ball then hit a Maple tree and ricocheted off the tree with new velocity toward the hole. The ball slowed down half way to the hole and then hit the ground. It rolled the last thirteen feet to the hole and went right in with a little plop. The Wizardry World team released a sigh of relief and the Middle-earth team seemed somewhat content. They were in the lead, thirty-three to thirty-five (remember in golf, the person or team with the lowest score wins) but the game wasn't over yet, and Rachel still hadn't returned... not that anyone cared. The annoying announcer guy was back, but wearing a revolting purple skirt with orange stripes. Or maybe it was orange with purple stripes...but whatever the pattern, he was still announcing the standings.
"The Middle-earth team has pulled ahead with thirty-three points! Yet the Wizardry World team isn't far behind with thirty-five points! We'll continue right after this break,"
"FOOD!" yelled Pippin and Merry, finally spotting Suvi, Kimberly, Jenny and Camellia eating away at their Smores. They joined right in, stuffing their faces with as many marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate as possible, which is quite a lot for a Hobbit. The audience shrugged and continued munching. Both teams trudged back to the clubhouse to rest, eat, and plan their new strategy. What they didn't know was that the news off their game was spreading, and more people were heading to watch the game...
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Ainu_Laire (Suvi): Well, I'm glad you like it! ^_^ I'm glad it's even, I kept messing up the count of team members. :-\ I think I need more fingers...
Bunnyluver (Kimberly): Um, well, ok... now how to respond to that review.. :P
Seinna: Muhahaha! Golf shall remain forever!!! I SHALL TORTURE YOU UNTIL THE END OF TIME! Or at least until this fanfiction is done. :D There are 18 holes, so that means 18 chapters (excluding intro and the first chapter). Hmm... Four players won't be able to play a second hole :( I should have put 18 people on each team, but there aren't really enough worthy canidates :P oh well! :P
Hebe Jebes (Jenny): Jenny! Yay! Me glad you like ^_^ Well, at least I got this chapter up. Wait until next chapter, you are going to be amazed at what I have in store for you... *grins mischieviously*
Shangoolak (Camellia): Well, now you have to review again! Then again! I will make you review for enternity!!! :D I like the part where Aragorn goes "Today we fight!" too, but I miss-quoted. :o It's supposed to be "This day we fight!"... I think... SUVI!
Cotume (don't know your name :P): Thanks, but that doesn't work on my word program :( My microsoft word is busted *mutters curses*, so I'm reduced to using the primative WordPad. Grrr! I'm really glad you like it though! Refer me to your friends :P Sorry you weren't in the story, I had already written quite a bit when you reviewed, but you will be in the next one, I promise :D