A/N: Well, because I'm starting to get more reviews, it's encouraged me to
write some more. I'm planning to get a few more fan fictions up, I've begun
one that re-tells the entire Harry Potter series. The twist? It's all going
to be in Voldemort's pov.
I'm terribly sorry this wasn't up before. I had it done on the deadline set on my bio, but then fanfiction.net was down and then when it got back up, I wasn't home for most of the day. Sorry, the next chapter should be up sooner than this. Maybe the teams should have colors! Please put in your review what you think the mascot and colors should be. Just one requirement: Wizardry World cannot be blue, you'll understand why when you read. I would prefer having the letters match, like the Middle-earth Monkeys :P but it doesn't have to be so.
If you have any requests as to what you would like to do in the next chapter of the story, ask and maybe a lucky someone may be able to do it! ^_^ Maybe...:P I'm sorry if I portrayed you incorrectly. I don't know the new reviewers very well so I decided to play it safe and just give you small parts and they will get bigger as the story goes on, if you keep reviewing that is ;).
NOTE TO REVIEWERS: If you could tell me which team you support, I would really appreciate it! Just so you know, SIRIUS IS NOT DEAD! He isn't, he just fell into the underworld :D He isn't! Really.... He's alive *rocks back and forth sucking thumb* He hasn't died... He will return...
I promise this is the last paragraph for the A/N, the next two are important. I just want to say Congratulations Tiger Woods! He played a game last weekend at a golf course RIGHT DOWN THE STREET! ^^ Cool! He won a million dollars :o I didn't get to meet him, but it's still pretty cool! The kids from our morning TV show took a camera along with them when they went on the golf course, it was funny. They rode around in a golf cart frantically, while the title said 'The search for Tiger Woods'. They actually found him! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters. Nor do I own Lord of the Rings characters, Suvi already has claims on them if they go up for grabs. I DO, however, reserve the right to state claims on the characters I have created (such as the annoying announcer guy) and Orlando Bloom VIT, and the plot. Also, my vain attempt at song writing is mine too!
GOLF COURSE DESCRIPTION (Important to understand the story correctly. I'll have this every time now): When you stand at the tee, facing the course, you can see that there is a lake about forty by fifty feet, in an oval shape. Behind the lake are two sand pits, one on the left, one on the right, the second one slightly behind the first. After that is a small cluster of short pine trees about twenty feet long. The pine trees sit upon a slightly steep hill. Then there is another hill, not as steep, which holds the third hole. In between the two hills is a mud puddle, about fifteen by thirty feet.
A special thanks to Ainu Laire ^^ She beta-read for all my chapters, that's why they were repsoted... lots of mistakes :-\ Thanks you! ^^
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Aragorn vs. Sirius
Score: LotR: 33 HP: 35 (remember, whoever has the LEAST amount of points wins)
The teams were still conversing atop squishy armchairs by the platter of chocolate chip cookies inside the warm clubhouse. They had no idea what was going on outside, or the fact that news of their game was spreading through both worlds...
"Ok, higher on the right, no, your other right! Little more... that's it!"
A group of Elves, helped by some others, were hanging a humongous banner over the newly raised bleachers to replace the burned ones that read "GO ELESSAR" in big, bold, blue letters. They all had foam fingers for some strange reason... there goes the idea that Elves are a dignified race. Yet over the horizon, an even larger group of people were marching, singing some strange and annoying song.
"Sirius shall prevail we know
For he will give us quite a show
He'll strike the ball
He'll beat 'em all
Sirius shall prevail we know!
Aragorn will cry so hard
For he will see a win is barred
He'll stomp and shout
He'll weep and pout
Sirius shall prevail we know!"
There were other verses that were drowned out by the Middle-earth supporters' booing. The Wizardry World supporters booed right back, some throwing chocolate frogs at the Middle-earth supporters. They then threw lembas right back which soon resulted in a minor food fight. After about two minutes, everyone calmed down and sat with popcorn in their hands while they conversed with others.
"Blimey, this has turned to be quite a turnout," Seamus Finnigan commented, astonished.
"Yeah, who would have know that those thirty people we told would spread the word!" Dean Thomas replied. "So what are they playing again? Qualf?"
"I dunno, I just know that have to hit that tiny ball with sticks. I think the first one to get it into the hole wins..."
"Don't be stupid, Seamus! No one in their right minds would play such a stupid game!"
More and more people were flooding the stands as fast as crazed Orlando Bloom fan girls attack Orlando Bloom. There were many unknown people come to cheer their world on, but there were still the recognized faces among the colorful blur of people. Hogwart's professors come to support their favorite headmaster, the Rohirrim Elite came to cheer for their lady, fellow Hogwarts students to provide moral encouragement to their class mates, royalty from all races to give confidence to fellow royalty, members of the Order to support their evil-fighting companions, the Ents, Eagles and horses, the people of the ministry and families from both teams. Yet far in the distance, visible over the hundreds of heads, there was a strange sight. A large treetop, separate from the Ents, was steadily making progress through the mess of people. And over the murmurs of other conversations, a loud yell could be heard.
"OUT OF THE WAY! Coming through! VIT here! Hey! You, kid! Back off! Don't you know who this is?!"
Eventually, the crowd around the tree thinned and everyone could see Rachel and a lush green tree surrounded by beautiful purple flowers in a wagon nearing the stands. Of course, the wagon was being pulled by her allegiance of... turtles.
"Hurry up! You'd think you LIKE the reputation of being slow. Hurry! We don't want to miss Sirius play!" Rachel demanded.
The turtles all glared at her and then popped into their shells in unison. She let out a burst of rage, then unclasped the ungrateful turtles from the wagon and began pulling the wagon herself. When she reached Camellia, Suvi, Kimberly and Jenny, she dropped the rope which she was pulling by and ranted on.
"Good for nothing turtles! I save them from becoming turtle soup at that restaurant and they can't even repay the favor by pulling Orlando Bloom! How selfish is that?!"
"They were pulling Orlando Bloom? I thought they were pulling a tree," Suvi said.
"They were pulling a tree," Rachel replied, as if she were stating the obvious.
"But then where's Orlando Bloom?" Suvi asked.
"In the wagon!"
"That's a tree."
"And your point is...?"
"The tree's name IS Orlando Bloom!" Camellia said, explaining. "We named him Orlando Bloom! But then someone stole the crown I made so now he must be un-royal until I make another one. Grr... the people who took his crown!"
"You named a tree Orlando Bloom?" Suvi asked, dumbfounded.
"Yes," Rachel replied.
"That's cool!" Jenny said.
"I know!" Rachel said proudly.
"He's so cute! Just like the real Orlando Bloom! And he is so green! Just like Legolas! Legolas...." Jenny said.
"You really have gone of your rocker," Suvi stated simply. "I mean, you should have named him Albert, like my tree." She pointed to a lovely tree nearby. Kimberly just looked at all of them like they were mad.
"Orlando Bloom shall rule your puny sapling! Muhahahahaha!"
"I galadh naneth no orch," Suvi cursed in Sindarin, walking over to Albert and sitting under him, pouting. Rachel simply ignored her, and started babbling to the others.
"Now we can sit under him and support Sirius!" Rachel said happily. She wheeled the wagon around until she found the greenest part of the grass with the best view of the game, which happened to be very close to Suvi and Albert. She pulled out a pouch and sprinkled flower petals around the area. She then took Orlando Bloom out of the wagon and put him amongst the flowers. Rachel pulled something else out of the wagon: a rope fence with a sign attached. The sign bore the words: "Reserved for VIT". She placed the fence surrounding Orlando Bloom and sat beneath the tree.
"What's a VIT?" Kimberly asked. Then, realizing that she had asked a question, said "Never mind, I don't want to know.."
"Very Important Tree, Kim! They must respect Orlando Bloom! Now come so we may support the Wizardry World team!" Rachel replied happily. There was a bit of an uncomfortable silence until Kimberly broke the tension.
"Um, well, you see, while you were gone, we started talking and, well..."
"We're supporting the Middle-earth team. Deal with it," Camellia said.
Rachel's jaw dropped and stared at them like they were mad. She then burst out, "Oh, FINE! Then you are banned from Orlando Bloom! All of you! Do not come within the boundary. I have my faithful allegiance of turt- hey! Where are they?! Hmph..."
"Haha! My allegiance of kitties is better! They listen to me!" Camellia said tauntingly. "Hey! You can't ban me! He's my tree too!"
"Watch me!"
"Fine, but I'm still supporting the Middle-earth team! They have Aragorn!"
"Fine, be that way! But I have chocolate turtles! AND Whoppers!" Rachel replied, grinning, showing hundreds of chocolate turtles and whoppers. Meanwhile, some other spectators where having some more... normal... conversations.
"I do hope Ron and Ginny do their best. They were wonderful at the last Quidditch match of the year I heard," Molly Weasley.
"I'm sure they will do fine, Molly," Arthur Weasley replied.
"But what if they are put under too much pressure? There are a lot of people here.." she said fearfully.
"Yeah, almost as many at the Quidditch World Cup!" Fred Weasley commented.
"Maybe people will wreak havoc again!" George Weasley, Fred's twin, said mischievously.
"Fred, George, don't you dare! The Minister of Magic is here. It would be hardly good for your father's job if two of his sons endangered the chance of the Wizardry World to win this game! The Middle- earth team has been our number one rival next to the Narnia team. You don't dare, do you understand me?"
"Chill out, Mum," Fred said.
"Yeah, we were only joking," said George.
"We wouldn't do something like that in front the Minister of Magic, now would we George?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," George replied, winking.
"Sure," Mrs. Weasley said skeptically.
"Mum, don't worry! We'll watch them," Bill Weasley said.
"They can't get into that much trouble if we're keeping an eye on them," Charlie Weasley reassured his mother.
"I wouldn't underestimate the twins capability of causing chaos," Mr. Weasley said. "I still remember the ton-tongue toffee."
People were arguing at the hot dog stand about the turnouts of the game.
"The Wizardring World team has Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard in the world, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Hermione, the most clever witch at Hogwarts, and many Order members! How can you say that the Middle-earth team will win?!" demanded a girl named Kendria.
"Well, considering they have the great warrior, and King of Gondor, Aragorn, the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas, Gandalf the White, the ex-Ring- bearer Frodo Baggins, and Arwen Evenstar, daughter of Elrond, I think they stand a good chance," a person named Cotume replied.
"I only wish Draco were here, he would make sure the Wizardring World team won!" another person named Demi said.
"Snape is here! I'm so happy! He's awesome!" Heart and Mind commented.
"The Middle-earth team will still win," Cotume said.
"No they won't!" the other three shouted at Cotume.
Finally, the two teams came out from the clubhouse. They looked at the huge crowd and their jaws dropped. Someone spotted them and yelled "There they are!" and everyone burst into a chaos of cheering. The two teams recovered from their stunned positions and began to take their places to play golf.
Since the Middle-earth team was ahead, Sirius was able to go first. The Wizardry World supporters cheered loudly for him, and he waved to the crowd as they broke out into another chorus of 'Sirius shall prevail'. The Middle- earth supporters tried to drown out their cheers, but to no avail. He then walked up to the tee with a huge grin on his face. He chose a ball and placed it on the tee. He then chose a club and prepared to strike the ball over the lake, the two sand pits, the cluster of trees and the mud. He raised his club and his fans awaited the strike with bated breath. He swung and hit the ball into the air. It soared over the lake, over the two sand pits and hit the trees. Sirius looked somewhat pleased; it was better the trees than the mud. Yet soon, he would regret that thought. A deep, slow shout roared out into the air like thunder during a storm.
"He hit a tree! That tree was kind and did not harm you in any way! Tree hater!"
Everyone looked about and saw the Ent, Treebeard, standing up and pointing at Sirius, talking in a very slow, low voice.
"The Ents will not tolerate this disrespect from you Men! The trees were here long before you! You should-"
"Ah, be quiet you piece of moss!" Sirius retorted.
"Moss?! How dare you!"
"Sirius, I don't think you should insult the ants..." Hermione suggested fearfully at the size of Treebeard.
"First moss, now ANTS?! We are ENTS, little girl! We may have decreased in number, be we are nonetheless proud of who we are! We are the tree herders! We protect the trees!"
"Why do trees need to be herded? They can't think or anything. They're just trees*," Ron said. At this comment, the Middle-earth residents all groaned. The Wizardry World residents seemed a bit confused but they would soon understand.
"JUST trees, are they?" roared Treebeard in his deep, loud voice. "It's you insensitive people that have destroyed some of my good friends! You have no idea that trees breathe and think and speak!"
"They speak?" Ron muttered to Hermione. Hermione shrugged and continued to gaze at Treebeard. "C'mon Hermione! Little help here!"
"You know that you have the emotional range of a teaspoon, but you still won't keep your mouth shut will you?!" she snapped back.
"Have you heard the cries of pain when a tree is being chopped down for selfish purposes? Have you heard a tree's thoughts and hopes for the future? NO! For you are too busy thinking what purpose a tree may have to serve YOU!" Treebeard continued.
"Sirius, Ron, just apologize so we can keep playing," Lupin whispered to the pair. They both nodded and expressed their apologies to Treebeard. He still seemed a bit annoying, but consented to staying silent during the game.
Everyone waited, expecting the annoying announcer guy to comment on Ron's stupid behavior or of Treebeard's anger, but for the first time, there was complete silence. Everyone looked around for the annoying announcer guy, but he was no where to be found. The teams shrugged and continued playing. Aragorn strode up to the tee, club in hand. He gazed out to where the hole was and then looked down at the ball. He shifted position a bit, then rose the club and swung, making contact with the ball. The ball went over the sand pits, over the water, over the trees and over the mud and onto the green. The Wizardry World team groaned and booed Aragorn, but the shouting and cheering from the Middle-earth team was so great, owls perched in the trees flew off in fright. Aragorn nobly nodded his appreciation to his supporters. Yet when his supporters groaned and the Wizardry World team cheered, Aragorn was puzzled. Aragorn turned around and saw his ball rolling down the hill and into the mud. As if it were not bad enough for the ball to land on the edge of the mud, the ball hit a small rock which launched it into the air and right into the heart of the mud puddle. Aragorn bowed his head, ashamed. The Middle-earth supporters, sad to see their king unhappy, continued to cheer. Yet it did nothing to brighten the King's spirits. Only when Arwen ran up to him to give him encouragement and a kiss on the cheek did he lift his head. Again, the audience was silent, expectantly awaiting the joyous cry from the annoying announcer on Aragorn's humiliating hit. But again, there was total silence. Everyone sighed; they were beginning to miss him...
Aragorn slumped back to his teammates, who all patted him on the back, as Sirius happily Apparated to his ball. His spun his club in his hand and flashed a grin at his team. He put a halt to his club twirling and set it down beside the ball. He swung impressively high over the towering trees, careful not to hit one. Yet at that exact time, the Eagles had left the stands to get a better view. While they were flying over the course, Sirius chose that precise moment to hit his ball. And of course, with their luck, the ball had flown so high that it landed on the back of an Eagle and did not come back. The Eagle, covered in thick feathers, had not noticed the light weight of the ball. Yet it did notice when a certain animagus began yelling at the unsuspecting creature.
"Get back here you bloody bird! You stole me golf ball! Back I say, before I turn you into quills!"
The Eagle peered over it shoulder and saw a tiny jumping figure, waving a golf club at it furiously. He turned around, annoyed. The Middle-earth residents shook their heads; the Wizardry World would never learn...
"You accursed chicken! I should have Hagrid here pluck you and serve you for our victory dinner!"
Hagrid shifted uneasily. "Sirius, mate, he's a tad on the big side, even fer me. Do ya notice his beak? It's pretty sharp..."
Sirius ignored Hagrid's reason, but continued shouting at the very aggravated Eagle. Finally, the Eagle landed in front of Sirius, glaring at him through his deep brown eyes and sat there proudly, awaiting the moment when he would strike. Still, Mr. Stubborn continued to insult the Eagle.
"Who do you think you are, just flying around like that while some people are trying to play a game?! You overgrown turkey! Give me my bloody ball and then you may leave without being harmed!"
"I am Gwaihir the Windlord. I do not take lightly to being insulted," Gwaihir replied.
"Then shut up and give me my ball!" Sirius shouted back.
"What ball?"
"Are you blind and stupid?! The ball on your back! While you having your little fun up in the air, I was working on the perfect hit. And I hit it, but you just had to interfere!"
"Oh, this little thing..." the Windlord said, holding out in his talons a small, white ball.
"YES! Now will you just give it back?!"
"Why do you want it so?"
"So I can beat the bloody pants off the Middle-earth team! Give it here or I will curse you!" Sirius replied, taking out his wand as the Middle-earth fans and team watched with fascination, some still shaking their heads at the stupidity of Sirius. Sirius's fellow teammates also shook their heads; did he have to get into an argument with everyone?
"Alright, I shall give it back."
"FINA-" Sirius was cut off when Gwaihir shot the tiny ball right at him, which hit Sirius right in the head and bounced off... back to where it started. Sirius blinked and shook his head free of the tiny blue birds flying around his head, only seen by him. He staggered about, the force of the shot great.
"That's it! I've had it with these bloody Middle-earth creatures!" He took out his wand to curse the Eagle when another Eagle soared behind him, grabbed him in its feet and took off with Gwaihir toward the third hole. You did not have to be an Elf to hear the infuriated shouts coming from Sirius as he was lifted higher and higher into the air. Finally, the Eagle carrying Sirius hovered above... The next thing everyone heard was a loud SQUISH! The Wizardry World team and supporters winced as the Middle-earth team and supporters burst out laughing at Sirius who had been dropped from a height of about one hundred feet into the mud. After about three minutes, a thick, mud covered Padfoot returned to his team. His teammates looked at him uncertainly while he sputtered out mud.
"The worst part is, this muck won't come off! Even with magic!" Sirius roared.
The Wizardring World team stifled back laughter while Dumbledore snapped his fingers. Almost instantly, a small figure with large, tennis ball eyes and a long, pencil-like nose appeared next to him with a loud crack!
"Dobby, please take Master Black back to Hogwarts to be cleaned up. I'm sure Madame Pomfrey has some potion to clear it up," Dumbledore asked of the House Elf.
"Of course, sir!" Dobby said in his high, squeaky voice. He walked up to Sirius, took hold of his wrist and snapped his fingers. Instantly, they were gone.
Aragorn, with renewed vigor, approached the mud puddle that contained his ball. Having his ball in the mud puddle was better than being dropped in it himself. Being raised by Elves, he stepped lightly over the mud to his ball, making slightly larger footprints than a Elf would, and quickly swung to rescue it from the thick depths. He bolted back out of the mud, only covered up to his ankles, and grinned happily. Yet again, the ball reached the green and rolled back down. Aragorn gaped at the ball disbelievingly and then hung his head in shame, again. Arwen, heartbroken at her husband's sadness, led him away from everyone else where they would watch the game together in peace.
The Wizardry World team waited for a few moments when Sirius would return from his cleaning. After about seven minutes of waiting, Sirius re- apparated to the course. One look at him and everyone burst into peals of laughter. Sirius glared at them all, or, what they could see of the glare. The mud had caked, making him look like he was in one ugly, brown, body cast. The only way he could move and breath was that Madame Pomfrey seemed to have chiseled out where his joints were so he could move. She had also carved out small hole for his ears, nose and mouth.
"Wow, Sirius, you're a wreck!" Hermione said sympathetically.
"She even used Mrs. Skowers Mess Remover. No good," Sirius replied, slightly muffled.
"Don't worry Sirius, mate, mud's supposed to be good for the skin," Ginny said, holding back laughter.
"Harhar, I'm glad you find this all so funny," Sirius said sarcastically.
"Nah, Sirius, it's ok! Brown's a good color for you!" Ron said right before he burst into a fit of laughter.
"Shut up! I'm gonna keep playing," Sirius said, mumbling while on the was back to his ball.
He was back where he started. Well, all he had to do was hit it the same way he hit it last time and he would make it, right? The last hit was so great, so he should make it in three strokes, right? Oh, c'mon! You should know the story by now! Sirius struck the ball, furious at its pearly, clean exterior. It flew over the trees and out of sight. Sirius ran, or hobbled as fast as he could in his mud suit, to see where his ball went. His teammates followed, but before they could gain sight of the most important part of the game, they heard a very familiar shout. They all closed their eyes, hoping who they thought it was wasn't really the one yelling. Still, they opened their eyes just in time to see Sirius tumbling down the hill on which the trees were perched, right into the mud puddle. Poor, poor, stupid Sirius had stepped on the small golf ball once he had rounded the trees, and just like in the movies, slipped and fell, tumbling down to his doom. The last thing he heard was the sound of mud squishing into his ears. Everyone gasped and Sirius's supporters bowed their heads as they saw Sirius's motionless body began to sink into the brown depths. Now you know how Sirius really left us...
Ok, so I'm exaggerating. He left for more like thirty seconds. The Sirius supporters raised their embarrassed heads as Sirius returned out of the mud puddle for the second time.
"Ewabba gerf ders starff obbe!" Sirius shouted as best as he could.
"Pardon?" Ginny asked mockingly.
"Rut up refore ebrast uginter obbibin!" Sirius shouted at her, or more like at the decorative boulder, since he was blinded by the mud.
"Alright Sirius, we shall have you cleaned up in a jiffy," Dumbledore said.
"Rats raft uriad wrast bime!" Sirius told him accusatively.
"Yes, yes, yes, I know I told you would be cleaned up last time, but this time, we have a secret weapon," Dumbledore said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Once again, he snapped his fingers and Dobby the House-Elf apparated right beside Dumbledore.
"Yes, sir?" Dobby asked happily.
"Dobby, will you please escort Master Black back to the Hospital Wing, again? And this time, please tell Madame Pomfrey to use CAMETH," Dumbledore asked politely.
"Oh, will be my pleasure, sir! Master Black very funny, sir! He makes funny noises, sir!" Dobby said with a giggle.
"Rye u writtle-" Sirius began, but Dobby had grabbed a hold of his wrist and snapped his fingers.
"Well, good news is that little trip-" laughter "-caused Sirius's ball to go further than it would have if he hadn't hit it. Without going into the mud..." Harry said, saying the last part louder so that the Middle-earth team was sure to hear.
Aragorn glared at Harry but marched over to the mud puddle, resolute. Luckily, the ball was only on the edge of the puddle this time, so it was much easier to hit. He hit the ball and it went all the way to the top of the hill. Even better, it did not roll back down! It rolled the other way. Moving away from Aragorn, the ball rolled and rolled down the opposite side of the hill. It traveled right into a sand pit. When Aragorn realized this, instead of hanging his head in shame, he roared in anger like so many golfers before him. He charged at the golf ball, sword in hand. He took one giant leap and sliced the poor, innocent golf ball right in half. Breathing heavily, Aragorn straightened, triumphant. Legolas ran up to him.
"Aragorn, was that really necessary?"
"Yes! Yes, Legolas. It was pure evil..." Aragorn said crazily.
"Well, here, just get a new ball so you can play..."
"No! All golf balls are evil! They wish to kill me... yes! Oh no, we can't have that, no, no, no! They will get us!"
"Aragorn, you are beginning to talk like Gollum!" Frodo said, arriving where the two friends were.
"Come Aragorn, I think we should visit that physiatrist again..." Legolas said.
"Oh yes! She worked wonders! She'll tell us what's wrong with him. For now, we should leave him with Lady Arwen, until the game is over..." Frodo replied, Aragorn oblivious to their conversation as he ranted on about golf balls. They both looked at each other, nodded, then grabbed a hold of Aragorn's arms and dragged him over to Arwen, where she cared for him. Gandalf and Dumbledore began to talk together. After about five minutes, they straightened up and Dumbledore made an announcement.
"Sonorus," He said, pointing his wand at his throat. His voice magically magnified, he spoke to the crowd and teams. "Attention everyone! As King Elessar is currently indisposed, his turn will be forfeited. We will add five stokes to the Middle-earth team's score, so it will be fair. When Sirius arrives, please do not laugh nor make any comments to his appearance so we may continue. Thank you." Dumbledore countered the magnification spell and everyone began to talk amongst themselves until Sirius returned. Many wondered why Dumbledore had said not to laugh at Sirius, but they simply assumed that it was because he still wouldn't be clean when we returned.
"Poor Aragorn! The ball just kept going up and down that hill. No wonder he go so frustrated! We must comfort him!" Suvi said sympathetically, still sitting under Albert.
"Yes! It was the stupid golf ball's fault! It should have just stayed on the hill! I mean, c'mon! As if Aragorn would really hit it over the hill himself! We must go comfort!" Camellia said
"Yes, you go do that! I'll go comfort Legolas..." Jenny said.
"I'm bored, I think I'll go talk to Pippin and Merry! They always have something fun to do," Kimberly said.
"HEY! If anyone deserves pity, it's Sirius! He got dropped IN the mud and still didn't get the ball in the hole!" Rachel shouted from her tree at their retreating backs.
"Lord Aragorn, we sympathize. The golf ball is against you! It has been possessed by evilness!" Camellia said as she approached the crazed King of Gondor.
"Yes, the evil golf ball..." Aragorn muttered.
"I think he should be left alone for now, thank you girls..." Arwen began, trying to get rid of them. Of course, they did not listen.
"Just think of all the other great things you have done Lord! You guided the Ring-bearer safely to the great Golden Woods of Lórien. You made sure Frodo continued his quest past the mighty Anduin. You lead Gimli and Legolas on the quest to rescue Pippin and Merry from the Orcs. You rode through the Paths of the Dead, a place where no man dared to tread. You brought hope to the Battle of the Pelennor when there was no hope to be had! You healed Lady Éowyn and Merry when they had been affected from their encounter with the Witch-king. You lead an army to draw attention from Frodo so he may destroy the Ring. You have always given hope to your men, no matter what. If not for you, the Dark Lord Sauron would rule!" Suvi said passionately.
"And you swing your sword really cool! It's all whoosy!" Camellia added as an afterthought.
"You are right! The golf balls shall tremble before me! I will conquer them!" Aragorn shouted, standing up.
"Yay Aragorn!" Camellia said.
"Carthach mae, hir nin**," Suvi said in Sindarin.
"Thank you!" Aragorn said, marching off.
"Hi Pippin! Hello Merry!" Kimberly said to the two young Hobbits.
"Why, hello there!" Merry said, greeting her.
"Who are you?" Pippin asked.
"I'm Kimberly, and I'm really bored. What do you want to do?" Kimberly asked.
"Would you like to make a mess?" Pippin asked happily.
"That's always good!" Kimberly said.
"We're off to wreak havoc when we overheard something about a mess... would you like to help us?" a seventeen-year-old red head asked.
"Yes, it would be good to have some assistants," his twin asked.
"Sure! We are always up to having some fun!" Pippin exclaimed.
"Well, this is what we will do..."
They all huddled together, making mischievous plans to do who-knows-what.
Sirius returned, first to applause, then to... silence. Everyone fought to contain their laughter, and luckily, they succeeded. Poor, poor, very poor Sirius was rid of the mud, not a trace of dirt upon his entire body. Yet he was bright, bright red, as is he had been scrubbed so hard that he looked like a sun burnt tourist on a summer day in Hawaii. Yet, the worst part was that whatever had been used to get the dirt off had left him bald. It seemed that his eyes had been covered when the cleaning took place, because he had sunglass-shaped marks around his eyes like a raccoon, only instead of black, it was the original color of his skin. He looked at everyone strangely, then returned to his ball beside the cluster of trees. He hit the ball, annoyed. The ball went over the mud puddle and did what Aragorn's ball could not: it stayed put on the green. Sirius grinned and hopped back over to his teammates as the Wizardry World supporters applauded and cheered. When he reached his teammates, they all gave him a pat on the back, much to his displeasure.
"OW! Watch it! That stuff Madame Pomfrey used to get that mud off stung a lot! Strange thing was, she wouldn't let me use a mirror to check if it was all gone. She just sent me back here..." Sirius said in the awkward silence. "What?"
"Nothing, it's just, you did great Sirius," Harry said, giving them all a look.
They all congratulated him, and Aragorn went to tell Dumbledore and Gandalf that he would return to the game. They agreed, surprised at his new heart. He ran up to where the remains of his ball was and replaced it with a new one. He then concentrated and took a deep breath before hitting the ball. The ball went high into the air and was about to roll over the hill again, when it stopped. Aragorn let go of his held breath in a deep sigh of relief. His supporters cheered while the Wizarding World supporters mumbled. Sirius walked over to his ball, confident. He chose a putter, then practiced swinging a few times, picturing the path of the ball in his mind. He then took a real swing, just a small one to get the ball into the extra seven feet it had left to travel. The ball slowly went down the slight slope of the hill, veering a bit to the left. Everyone gasped as it neared the hole. The ball was almost there, then it stopped, about three inches from the hole. The Wizarding World groaned while the Middle-earth residents all smiled. Sirius walked down the hill to join his team again and watch Aragorn putt. Aragorn had the same luck, he was about three feet away from the hole. The Wizarding World all smiled and the Middle-earth supporters all groaned. Sirius took his final putt, right into the hole. C'mon, even he couldn't mess up that shot. Everyone cheered politely for Sirius, the Wizarding World louder than the others. Rachel cheered loudly and jumped up and down. Aragorn took his turn quickly. He seemed to be a bit fearful that he would hit the ball with too much force and cause it over the hill again. So he played it safe and lightly tapped the ball. It went about two and a half feet before it halted. He then took another breath, then hit the ball again. The ball went right into the hole with a little plop! With that, the Middle-earth supporters cheered and everyone clapped. The third hole was over. Now the two teams returned to their squishy armchairs by the fire, prepared to get another battle strategy.
Final Score: ME: 40 WW: 41
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*My best friend, Ainu Laire, had put some of these comments about Ents in her amazing story, Pirates of the Ring, chapter 19: Light Beyond the Dark of Fangorn.
**You will do well, my lord.
A/N: I'm sorry about the long A/N in the beginning, I know you want to get to the story cause it soooo good :P, so hopefully they won't be that long O.o I'm also sorry that some of the characters may be a bit ooc, but its so much fun to put them ooc just a little bit :P Sindarin supplied by Ainu Laire ;-)
Response to Reviews:
Ainu Laire(Suvi): I don't have spell check so there! Stupid WordPad....thanks though! :P MY SHINY!!!!!!!! BACK OFF!!!! Well, you weren't yelling shiny at your birthday party but Jenny was so...yeah. I think I just gave you a new chapter for your psychiatrist story... :-\ Sorry...
Hebe Jebes(Jenny): You missed me?! Someone missed me! YAY! Well, I'm back now! ^_^ I'm glad you're happy! I like you're idea.. but don't know that song... Maybe I will make one up!!! :D Or you can make one up and tell me it... I dunno, need chocolate since I did not get smores *pouts*
Heart and Mind: Thanks alot! Maybe he will come... *grins mischieviously, again* Muhahaha! O.o I'm SO glad you like it ^_^ I didn't think the last chapter was as good, but I guess people liked it :P
Kendria Erleine(Kendria): *bursts out in tears* How could you say that?! *cries harder* SIRIUS IS ALIVE I TELL YOU!!! HE LIVES!!! Well, if he is dead *sob*, then we must mourn, BUT this is my fanfiction :P So there! :D I'm so ecstatic that you like it ^_^ I know it's not the best but hey, I had fun writing it! :D
Shangoolak(Camellia): Ok, you should have just put hwo= who instead of this mess I couldn't understand :P I'm sure you would love an alliegance of kitties... *shakes head* You review so people can see how popular a story is! That's why authors want people to review, because the more people that review, the more people read it! Duh! :P Thanks for reviewing though! ^_^
Demi: I officially love you forever! I never thought Legolas as girly either! But lots of people think that because he never gets dirty during the fights scenes in the movie because he's an elf. Neither does Haldir or anything but no one calls him a girl! Thanks for reviewing! Draco won't come, sorry! It's only a good character thing :-\ I'm glad you liked it though! ^^
Yue: I kinda put Snape in the story... a little bit, when I say the professors come to support their favorite headmaster? But he will have a bigger role, promise! ^^ Glad you like :D
Soaring_faeries (KT): It's ok, maybe you can read it after you see LotR :P
I'm terribly sorry this wasn't up before. I had it done on the deadline set on my bio, but then fanfiction.net was down and then when it got back up, I wasn't home for most of the day. Sorry, the next chapter should be up sooner than this. Maybe the teams should have colors! Please put in your review what you think the mascot and colors should be. Just one requirement: Wizardry World cannot be blue, you'll understand why when you read. I would prefer having the letters match, like the Middle-earth Monkeys :P but it doesn't have to be so.
If you have any requests as to what you would like to do in the next chapter of the story, ask and maybe a lucky someone may be able to do it! ^_^ Maybe...:P I'm sorry if I portrayed you incorrectly. I don't know the new reviewers very well so I decided to play it safe and just give you small parts and they will get bigger as the story goes on, if you keep reviewing that is ;).
NOTE TO REVIEWERS: If you could tell me which team you support, I would really appreciate it! Just so you know, SIRIUS IS NOT DEAD! He isn't, he just fell into the underworld :D He isn't! Really.... He's alive *rocks back and forth sucking thumb* He hasn't died... He will return...
I promise this is the last paragraph for the A/N, the next two are important. I just want to say Congratulations Tiger Woods! He played a game last weekend at a golf course RIGHT DOWN THE STREET! ^^ Cool! He won a million dollars :o I didn't get to meet him, but it's still pretty cool! The kids from our morning TV show took a camera along with them when they went on the golf course, it was funny. They rode around in a golf cart frantically, while the title said 'The search for Tiger Woods'. They actually found him! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters. Nor do I own Lord of the Rings characters, Suvi already has claims on them if they go up for grabs. I DO, however, reserve the right to state claims on the characters I have created (such as the annoying announcer guy) and Orlando Bloom VIT, and the plot. Also, my vain attempt at song writing is mine too!
GOLF COURSE DESCRIPTION (Important to understand the story correctly. I'll have this every time now): When you stand at the tee, facing the course, you can see that there is a lake about forty by fifty feet, in an oval shape. Behind the lake are two sand pits, one on the left, one on the right, the second one slightly behind the first. After that is a small cluster of short pine trees about twenty feet long. The pine trees sit upon a slightly steep hill. Then there is another hill, not as steep, which holds the third hole. In between the two hills is a mud puddle, about fifteen by thirty feet.
A special thanks to Ainu Laire ^^ She beta-read for all my chapters, that's why they were repsoted... lots of mistakes :-\ Thanks you! ^^
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Aragorn vs. Sirius
Score: LotR: 33 HP: 35 (remember, whoever has the LEAST amount of points wins)
The teams were still conversing atop squishy armchairs by the platter of chocolate chip cookies inside the warm clubhouse. They had no idea what was going on outside, or the fact that news of their game was spreading through both worlds...
"Ok, higher on the right, no, your other right! Little more... that's it!"
A group of Elves, helped by some others, were hanging a humongous banner over the newly raised bleachers to replace the burned ones that read "GO ELESSAR" in big, bold, blue letters. They all had foam fingers for some strange reason... there goes the idea that Elves are a dignified race. Yet over the horizon, an even larger group of people were marching, singing some strange and annoying song.
"Sirius shall prevail we know
For he will give us quite a show
He'll strike the ball
He'll beat 'em all
Sirius shall prevail we know!
Aragorn will cry so hard
For he will see a win is barred
He'll stomp and shout
He'll weep and pout
Sirius shall prevail we know!"
There were other verses that were drowned out by the Middle-earth supporters' booing. The Wizardry World supporters booed right back, some throwing chocolate frogs at the Middle-earth supporters. They then threw lembas right back which soon resulted in a minor food fight. After about two minutes, everyone calmed down and sat with popcorn in their hands while they conversed with others.
"Blimey, this has turned to be quite a turnout," Seamus Finnigan commented, astonished.
"Yeah, who would have know that those thirty people we told would spread the word!" Dean Thomas replied. "So what are they playing again? Qualf?"
"I dunno, I just know that have to hit that tiny ball with sticks. I think the first one to get it into the hole wins..."
"Don't be stupid, Seamus! No one in their right minds would play such a stupid game!"
More and more people were flooding the stands as fast as crazed Orlando Bloom fan girls attack Orlando Bloom. There were many unknown people come to cheer their world on, but there were still the recognized faces among the colorful blur of people. Hogwart's professors come to support their favorite headmaster, the Rohirrim Elite came to cheer for their lady, fellow Hogwarts students to provide moral encouragement to their class mates, royalty from all races to give confidence to fellow royalty, members of the Order to support their evil-fighting companions, the Ents, Eagles and horses, the people of the ministry and families from both teams. Yet far in the distance, visible over the hundreds of heads, there was a strange sight. A large treetop, separate from the Ents, was steadily making progress through the mess of people. And over the murmurs of other conversations, a loud yell could be heard.
"OUT OF THE WAY! Coming through! VIT here! Hey! You, kid! Back off! Don't you know who this is?!"
Eventually, the crowd around the tree thinned and everyone could see Rachel and a lush green tree surrounded by beautiful purple flowers in a wagon nearing the stands. Of course, the wagon was being pulled by her allegiance of... turtles.
"Hurry up! You'd think you LIKE the reputation of being slow. Hurry! We don't want to miss Sirius play!" Rachel demanded.
The turtles all glared at her and then popped into their shells in unison. She let out a burst of rage, then unclasped the ungrateful turtles from the wagon and began pulling the wagon herself. When she reached Camellia, Suvi, Kimberly and Jenny, she dropped the rope which she was pulling by and ranted on.
"Good for nothing turtles! I save them from becoming turtle soup at that restaurant and they can't even repay the favor by pulling Orlando Bloom! How selfish is that?!"
"They were pulling Orlando Bloom? I thought they were pulling a tree," Suvi said.
"They were pulling a tree," Rachel replied, as if she were stating the obvious.
"But then where's Orlando Bloom?" Suvi asked.
"In the wagon!"
"That's a tree."
"And your point is...?"
"The tree's name IS Orlando Bloom!" Camellia said, explaining. "We named him Orlando Bloom! But then someone stole the crown I made so now he must be un-royal until I make another one. Grr... the people who took his crown!"
"You named a tree Orlando Bloom?" Suvi asked, dumbfounded.
"Yes," Rachel replied.
"That's cool!" Jenny said.
"I know!" Rachel said proudly.
"He's so cute! Just like the real Orlando Bloom! And he is so green! Just like Legolas! Legolas...." Jenny said.
"You really have gone of your rocker," Suvi stated simply. "I mean, you should have named him Albert, like my tree." She pointed to a lovely tree nearby. Kimberly just looked at all of them like they were mad.
"Orlando Bloom shall rule your puny sapling! Muhahahahaha!"
"I galadh naneth no orch," Suvi cursed in Sindarin, walking over to Albert and sitting under him, pouting. Rachel simply ignored her, and started babbling to the others.
"Now we can sit under him and support Sirius!" Rachel said happily. She wheeled the wagon around until she found the greenest part of the grass with the best view of the game, which happened to be very close to Suvi and Albert. She pulled out a pouch and sprinkled flower petals around the area. She then took Orlando Bloom out of the wagon and put him amongst the flowers. Rachel pulled something else out of the wagon: a rope fence with a sign attached. The sign bore the words: "Reserved for VIT". She placed the fence surrounding Orlando Bloom and sat beneath the tree.
"What's a VIT?" Kimberly asked. Then, realizing that she had asked a question, said "Never mind, I don't want to know.."
"Very Important Tree, Kim! They must respect Orlando Bloom! Now come so we may support the Wizardry World team!" Rachel replied happily. There was a bit of an uncomfortable silence until Kimberly broke the tension.
"Um, well, you see, while you were gone, we started talking and, well..."
"We're supporting the Middle-earth team. Deal with it," Camellia said.
Rachel's jaw dropped and stared at them like they were mad. She then burst out, "Oh, FINE! Then you are banned from Orlando Bloom! All of you! Do not come within the boundary. I have my faithful allegiance of turt- hey! Where are they?! Hmph..."
"Haha! My allegiance of kitties is better! They listen to me!" Camellia said tauntingly. "Hey! You can't ban me! He's my tree too!"
"Watch me!"
"Fine, but I'm still supporting the Middle-earth team! They have Aragorn!"
"Fine, be that way! But I have chocolate turtles! AND Whoppers!" Rachel replied, grinning, showing hundreds of chocolate turtles and whoppers. Meanwhile, some other spectators where having some more... normal... conversations.
"I do hope Ron and Ginny do their best. They were wonderful at the last Quidditch match of the year I heard," Molly Weasley.
"I'm sure they will do fine, Molly," Arthur Weasley replied.
"But what if they are put under too much pressure? There are a lot of people here.." she said fearfully.
"Yeah, almost as many at the Quidditch World Cup!" Fred Weasley commented.
"Maybe people will wreak havoc again!" George Weasley, Fred's twin, said mischievously.
"Fred, George, don't you dare! The Minister of Magic is here. It would be hardly good for your father's job if two of his sons endangered the chance of the Wizardry World to win this game! The Middle- earth team has been our number one rival next to the Narnia team. You don't dare, do you understand me?"
"Chill out, Mum," Fred said.
"Yeah, we were only joking," said George.
"We wouldn't do something like that in front the Minister of Magic, now would we George?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," George replied, winking.
"Sure," Mrs. Weasley said skeptically.
"Mum, don't worry! We'll watch them," Bill Weasley said.
"They can't get into that much trouble if we're keeping an eye on them," Charlie Weasley reassured his mother.
"I wouldn't underestimate the twins capability of causing chaos," Mr. Weasley said. "I still remember the ton-tongue toffee."
People were arguing at the hot dog stand about the turnouts of the game.
"The Wizardring World team has Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard in the world, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Hermione, the most clever witch at Hogwarts, and many Order members! How can you say that the Middle-earth team will win?!" demanded a girl named Kendria.
"Well, considering they have the great warrior, and King of Gondor, Aragorn, the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas, Gandalf the White, the ex-Ring- bearer Frodo Baggins, and Arwen Evenstar, daughter of Elrond, I think they stand a good chance," a person named Cotume replied.
"I only wish Draco were here, he would make sure the Wizardring World team won!" another person named Demi said.
"Snape is here! I'm so happy! He's awesome!" Heart and Mind commented.
"The Middle-earth team will still win," Cotume said.
"No they won't!" the other three shouted at Cotume.
Finally, the two teams came out from the clubhouse. They looked at the huge crowd and their jaws dropped. Someone spotted them and yelled "There they are!" and everyone burst into a chaos of cheering. The two teams recovered from their stunned positions and began to take their places to play golf.
Since the Middle-earth team was ahead, Sirius was able to go first. The Wizardry World supporters cheered loudly for him, and he waved to the crowd as they broke out into another chorus of 'Sirius shall prevail'. The Middle- earth supporters tried to drown out their cheers, but to no avail. He then walked up to the tee with a huge grin on his face. He chose a ball and placed it on the tee. He then chose a club and prepared to strike the ball over the lake, the two sand pits, the cluster of trees and the mud. He raised his club and his fans awaited the strike with bated breath. He swung and hit the ball into the air. It soared over the lake, over the two sand pits and hit the trees. Sirius looked somewhat pleased; it was better the trees than the mud. Yet soon, he would regret that thought. A deep, slow shout roared out into the air like thunder during a storm.
"He hit a tree! That tree was kind and did not harm you in any way! Tree hater!"
Everyone looked about and saw the Ent, Treebeard, standing up and pointing at Sirius, talking in a very slow, low voice.
"The Ents will not tolerate this disrespect from you Men! The trees were here long before you! You should-"
"Ah, be quiet you piece of moss!" Sirius retorted.
"Moss?! How dare you!"
"Sirius, I don't think you should insult the ants..." Hermione suggested fearfully at the size of Treebeard.
"First moss, now ANTS?! We are ENTS, little girl! We may have decreased in number, be we are nonetheless proud of who we are! We are the tree herders! We protect the trees!"
"Why do trees need to be herded? They can't think or anything. They're just trees*," Ron said. At this comment, the Middle-earth residents all groaned. The Wizardry World residents seemed a bit confused but they would soon understand.
"JUST trees, are they?" roared Treebeard in his deep, loud voice. "It's you insensitive people that have destroyed some of my good friends! You have no idea that trees breathe and think and speak!"
"They speak?" Ron muttered to Hermione. Hermione shrugged and continued to gaze at Treebeard. "C'mon Hermione! Little help here!"
"You know that you have the emotional range of a teaspoon, but you still won't keep your mouth shut will you?!" she snapped back.
"Have you heard the cries of pain when a tree is being chopped down for selfish purposes? Have you heard a tree's thoughts and hopes for the future? NO! For you are too busy thinking what purpose a tree may have to serve YOU!" Treebeard continued.
"Sirius, Ron, just apologize so we can keep playing," Lupin whispered to the pair. They both nodded and expressed their apologies to Treebeard. He still seemed a bit annoying, but consented to staying silent during the game.
Everyone waited, expecting the annoying announcer guy to comment on Ron's stupid behavior or of Treebeard's anger, but for the first time, there was complete silence. Everyone looked around for the annoying announcer guy, but he was no where to be found. The teams shrugged and continued playing. Aragorn strode up to the tee, club in hand. He gazed out to where the hole was and then looked down at the ball. He shifted position a bit, then rose the club and swung, making contact with the ball. The ball went over the sand pits, over the water, over the trees and over the mud and onto the green. The Wizardry World team groaned and booed Aragorn, but the shouting and cheering from the Middle-earth team was so great, owls perched in the trees flew off in fright. Aragorn nobly nodded his appreciation to his supporters. Yet when his supporters groaned and the Wizardry World team cheered, Aragorn was puzzled. Aragorn turned around and saw his ball rolling down the hill and into the mud. As if it were not bad enough for the ball to land on the edge of the mud, the ball hit a small rock which launched it into the air and right into the heart of the mud puddle. Aragorn bowed his head, ashamed. The Middle-earth supporters, sad to see their king unhappy, continued to cheer. Yet it did nothing to brighten the King's spirits. Only when Arwen ran up to him to give him encouragement and a kiss on the cheek did he lift his head. Again, the audience was silent, expectantly awaiting the joyous cry from the annoying announcer on Aragorn's humiliating hit. But again, there was total silence. Everyone sighed; they were beginning to miss him...
Aragorn slumped back to his teammates, who all patted him on the back, as Sirius happily Apparated to his ball. His spun his club in his hand and flashed a grin at his team. He put a halt to his club twirling and set it down beside the ball. He swung impressively high over the towering trees, careful not to hit one. Yet at that exact time, the Eagles had left the stands to get a better view. While they were flying over the course, Sirius chose that precise moment to hit his ball. And of course, with their luck, the ball had flown so high that it landed on the back of an Eagle and did not come back. The Eagle, covered in thick feathers, had not noticed the light weight of the ball. Yet it did notice when a certain animagus began yelling at the unsuspecting creature.
"Get back here you bloody bird! You stole me golf ball! Back I say, before I turn you into quills!"
The Eagle peered over it shoulder and saw a tiny jumping figure, waving a golf club at it furiously. He turned around, annoyed. The Middle-earth residents shook their heads; the Wizardry World would never learn...
"You accursed chicken! I should have Hagrid here pluck you and serve you for our victory dinner!"
Hagrid shifted uneasily. "Sirius, mate, he's a tad on the big side, even fer me. Do ya notice his beak? It's pretty sharp..."
Sirius ignored Hagrid's reason, but continued shouting at the very aggravated Eagle. Finally, the Eagle landed in front of Sirius, glaring at him through his deep brown eyes and sat there proudly, awaiting the moment when he would strike. Still, Mr. Stubborn continued to insult the Eagle.
"Who do you think you are, just flying around like that while some people are trying to play a game?! You overgrown turkey! Give me my bloody ball and then you may leave without being harmed!"
"I am Gwaihir the Windlord. I do not take lightly to being insulted," Gwaihir replied.
"Then shut up and give me my ball!" Sirius shouted back.
"What ball?"
"Are you blind and stupid?! The ball on your back! While you having your little fun up in the air, I was working on the perfect hit. And I hit it, but you just had to interfere!"
"Oh, this little thing..." the Windlord said, holding out in his talons a small, white ball.
"YES! Now will you just give it back?!"
"Why do you want it so?"
"So I can beat the bloody pants off the Middle-earth team! Give it here or I will curse you!" Sirius replied, taking out his wand as the Middle-earth fans and team watched with fascination, some still shaking their heads at the stupidity of Sirius. Sirius's fellow teammates also shook their heads; did he have to get into an argument with everyone?
"Alright, I shall give it back."
"FINA-" Sirius was cut off when Gwaihir shot the tiny ball right at him, which hit Sirius right in the head and bounced off... back to where it started. Sirius blinked and shook his head free of the tiny blue birds flying around his head, only seen by him. He staggered about, the force of the shot great.
"That's it! I've had it with these bloody Middle-earth creatures!" He took out his wand to curse the Eagle when another Eagle soared behind him, grabbed him in its feet and took off with Gwaihir toward the third hole. You did not have to be an Elf to hear the infuriated shouts coming from Sirius as he was lifted higher and higher into the air. Finally, the Eagle carrying Sirius hovered above... The next thing everyone heard was a loud SQUISH! The Wizardry World team and supporters winced as the Middle-earth team and supporters burst out laughing at Sirius who had been dropped from a height of about one hundred feet into the mud. After about three minutes, a thick, mud covered Padfoot returned to his team. His teammates looked at him uncertainly while he sputtered out mud.
"The worst part is, this muck won't come off! Even with magic!" Sirius roared.
The Wizardring World team stifled back laughter while Dumbledore snapped his fingers. Almost instantly, a small figure with large, tennis ball eyes and a long, pencil-like nose appeared next to him with a loud crack!
"Dobby, please take Master Black back to Hogwarts to be cleaned up. I'm sure Madame Pomfrey has some potion to clear it up," Dumbledore asked of the House Elf.
"Of course, sir!" Dobby said in his high, squeaky voice. He walked up to Sirius, took hold of his wrist and snapped his fingers. Instantly, they were gone.
Aragorn, with renewed vigor, approached the mud puddle that contained his ball. Having his ball in the mud puddle was better than being dropped in it himself. Being raised by Elves, he stepped lightly over the mud to his ball, making slightly larger footprints than a Elf would, and quickly swung to rescue it from the thick depths. He bolted back out of the mud, only covered up to his ankles, and grinned happily. Yet again, the ball reached the green and rolled back down. Aragorn gaped at the ball disbelievingly and then hung his head in shame, again. Arwen, heartbroken at her husband's sadness, led him away from everyone else where they would watch the game together in peace.
The Wizardry World team waited for a few moments when Sirius would return from his cleaning. After about seven minutes of waiting, Sirius re- apparated to the course. One look at him and everyone burst into peals of laughter. Sirius glared at them all, or, what they could see of the glare. The mud had caked, making him look like he was in one ugly, brown, body cast. The only way he could move and breath was that Madame Pomfrey seemed to have chiseled out where his joints were so he could move. She had also carved out small hole for his ears, nose and mouth.
"Wow, Sirius, you're a wreck!" Hermione said sympathetically.
"She even used Mrs. Skowers Mess Remover. No good," Sirius replied, slightly muffled.
"Don't worry Sirius, mate, mud's supposed to be good for the skin," Ginny said, holding back laughter.
"Harhar, I'm glad you find this all so funny," Sirius said sarcastically.
"Nah, Sirius, it's ok! Brown's a good color for you!" Ron said right before he burst into a fit of laughter.
"Shut up! I'm gonna keep playing," Sirius said, mumbling while on the was back to his ball.
He was back where he started. Well, all he had to do was hit it the same way he hit it last time and he would make it, right? The last hit was so great, so he should make it in three strokes, right? Oh, c'mon! You should know the story by now! Sirius struck the ball, furious at its pearly, clean exterior. It flew over the trees and out of sight. Sirius ran, or hobbled as fast as he could in his mud suit, to see where his ball went. His teammates followed, but before they could gain sight of the most important part of the game, they heard a very familiar shout. They all closed their eyes, hoping who they thought it was wasn't really the one yelling. Still, they opened their eyes just in time to see Sirius tumbling down the hill on which the trees were perched, right into the mud puddle. Poor, poor, stupid Sirius had stepped on the small golf ball once he had rounded the trees, and just like in the movies, slipped and fell, tumbling down to his doom. The last thing he heard was the sound of mud squishing into his ears. Everyone gasped and Sirius's supporters bowed their heads as they saw Sirius's motionless body began to sink into the brown depths. Now you know how Sirius really left us...
Ok, so I'm exaggerating. He left for more like thirty seconds. The Sirius supporters raised their embarrassed heads as Sirius returned out of the mud puddle for the second time.
"Ewabba gerf ders starff obbe!" Sirius shouted as best as he could.
"Pardon?" Ginny asked mockingly.
"Rut up refore ebrast uginter obbibin!" Sirius shouted at her, or more like at the decorative boulder, since he was blinded by the mud.
"Alright Sirius, we shall have you cleaned up in a jiffy," Dumbledore said.
"Rats raft uriad wrast bime!" Sirius told him accusatively.
"Yes, yes, yes, I know I told you would be cleaned up last time, but this time, we have a secret weapon," Dumbledore said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Once again, he snapped his fingers and Dobby the House-Elf apparated right beside Dumbledore.
"Yes, sir?" Dobby asked happily.
"Dobby, will you please escort Master Black back to the Hospital Wing, again? And this time, please tell Madame Pomfrey to use CAMETH," Dumbledore asked politely.
"Oh, will be my pleasure, sir! Master Black very funny, sir! He makes funny noises, sir!" Dobby said with a giggle.
"Rye u writtle-" Sirius began, but Dobby had grabbed a hold of his wrist and snapped his fingers.
"Well, good news is that little trip-" laughter "-caused Sirius's ball to go further than it would have if he hadn't hit it. Without going into the mud..." Harry said, saying the last part louder so that the Middle-earth team was sure to hear.
Aragorn glared at Harry but marched over to the mud puddle, resolute. Luckily, the ball was only on the edge of the puddle this time, so it was much easier to hit. He hit the ball and it went all the way to the top of the hill. Even better, it did not roll back down! It rolled the other way. Moving away from Aragorn, the ball rolled and rolled down the opposite side of the hill. It traveled right into a sand pit. When Aragorn realized this, instead of hanging his head in shame, he roared in anger like so many golfers before him. He charged at the golf ball, sword in hand. He took one giant leap and sliced the poor, innocent golf ball right in half. Breathing heavily, Aragorn straightened, triumphant. Legolas ran up to him.
"Aragorn, was that really necessary?"
"Yes! Yes, Legolas. It was pure evil..." Aragorn said crazily.
"Well, here, just get a new ball so you can play..."
"No! All golf balls are evil! They wish to kill me... yes! Oh no, we can't have that, no, no, no! They will get us!"
"Aragorn, you are beginning to talk like Gollum!" Frodo said, arriving where the two friends were.
"Come Aragorn, I think we should visit that physiatrist again..." Legolas said.
"Oh yes! She worked wonders! She'll tell us what's wrong with him. For now, we should leave him with Lady Arwen, until the game is over..." Frodo replied, Aragorn oblivious to their conversation as he ranted on about golf balls. They both looked at each other, nodded, then grabbed a hold of Aragorn's arms and dragged him over to Arwen, where she cared for him. Gandalf and Dumbledore began to talk together. After about five minutes, they straightened up and Dumbledore made an announcement.
"Sonorus," He said, pointing his wand at his throat. His voice magically magnified, he spoke to the crowd and teams. "Attention everyone! As King Elessar is currently indisposed, his turn will be forfeited. We will add five stokes to the Middle-earth team's score, so it will be fair. When Sirius arrives, please do not laugh nor make any comments to his appearance so we may continue. Thank you." Dumbledore countered the magnification spell and everyone began to talk amongst themselves until Sirius returned. Many wondered why Dumbledore had said not to laugh at Sirius, but they simply assumed that it was because he still wouldn't be clean when we returned.
"Poor Aragorn! The ball just kept going up and down that hill. No wonder he go so frustrated! We must comfort him!" Suvi said sympathetically, still sitting under Albert.
"Yes! It was the stupid golf ball's fault! It should have just stayed on the hill! I mean, c'mon! As if Aragorn would really hit it over the hill himself! We must go comfort!" Camellia said
"Yes, you go do that! I'll go comfort Legolas..." Jenny said.
"I'm bored, I think I'll go talk to Pippin and Merry! They always have something fun to do," Kimberly said.
"HEY! If anyone deserves pity, it's Sirius! He got dropped IN the mud and still didn't get the ball in the hole!" Rachel shouted from her tree at their retreating backs.
"Lord Aragorn, we sympathize. The golf ball is against you! It has been possessed by evilness!" Camellia said as she approached the crazed King of Gondor.
"Yes, the evil golf ball..." Aragorn muttered.
"I think he should be left alone for now, thank you girls..." Arwen began, trying to get rid of them. Of course, they did not listen.
"Just think of all the other great things you have done Lord! You guided the Ring-bearer safely to the great Golden Woods of Lórien. You made sure Frodo continued his quest past the mighty Anduin. You lead Gimli and Legolas on the quest to rescue Pippin and Merry from the Orcs. You rode through the Paths of the Dead, a place where no man dared to tread. You brought hope to the Battle of the Pelennor when there was no hope to be had! You healed Lady Éowyn and Merry when they had been affected from their encounter with the Witch-king. You lead an army to draw attention from Frodo so he may destroy the Ring. You have always given hope to your men, no matter what. If not for you, the Dark Lord Sauron would rule!" Suvi said passionately.
"And you swing your sword really cool! It's all whoosy!" Camellia added as an afterthought.
"You are right! The golf balls shall tremble before me! I will conquer them!" Aragorn shouted, standing up.
"Yay Aragorn!" Camellia said.
"Carthach mae, hir nin**," Suvi said in Sindarin.
"Thank you!" Aragorn said, marching off.
"Hi Pippin! Hello Merry!" Kimberly said to the two young Hobbits.
"Why, hello there!" Merry said, greeting her.
"Who are you?" Pippin asked.
"I'm Kimberly, and I'm really bored. What do you want to do?" Kimberly asked.
"Would you like to make a mess?" Pippin asked happily.
"That's always good!" Kimberly said.
"We're off to wreak havoc when we overheard something about a mess... would you like to help us?" a seventeen-year-old red head asked.
"Yes, it would be good to have some assistants," his twin asked.
"Sure! We are always up to having some fun!" Pippin exclaimed.
"Well, this is what we will do..."
They all huddled together, making mischievous plans to do who-knows-what.
Sirius returned, first to applause, then to... silence. Everyone fought to contain their laughter, and luckily, they succeeded. Poor, poor, very poor Sirius was rid of the mud, not a trace of dirt upon his entire body. Yet he was bright, bright red, as is he had been scrubbed so hard that he looked like a sun burnt tourist on a summer day in Hawaii. Yet, the worst part was that whatever had been used to get the dirt off had left him bald. It seemed that his eyes had been covered when the cleaning took place, because he had sunglass-shaped marks around his eyes like a raccoon, only instead of black, it was the original color of his skin. He looked at everyone strangely, then returned to his ball beside the cluster of trees. He hit the ball, annoyed. The ball went over the mud puddle and did what Aragorn's ball could not: it stayed put on the green. Sirius grinned and hopped back over to his teammates as the Wizardry World supporters applauded and cheered. When he reached his teammates, they all gave him a pat on the back, much to his displeasure.
"OW! Watch it! That stuff Madame Pomfrey used to get that mud off stung a lot! Strange thing was, she wouldn't let me use a mirror to check if it was all gone. She just sent me back here..." Sirius said in the awkward silence. "What?"
"Nothing, it's just, you did great Sirius," Harry said, giving them all a look.
They all congratulated him, and Aragorn went to tell Dumbledore and Gandalf that he would return to the game. They agreed, surprised at his new heart. He ran up to where the remains of his ball was and replaced it with a new one. He then concentrated and took a deep breath before hitting the ball. The ball went high into the air and was about to roll over the hill again, when it stopped. Aragorn let go of his held breath in a deep sigh of relief. His supporters cheered while the Wizarding World supporters mumbled. Sirius walked over to his ball, confident. He chose a putter, then practiced swinging a few times, picturing the path of the ball in his mind. He then took a real swing, just a small one to get the ball into the extra seven feet it had left to travel. The ball slowly went down the slight slope of the hill, veering a bit to the left. Everyone gasped as it neared the hole. The ball was almost there, then it stopped, about three inches from the hole. The Wizarding World groaned while the Middle-earth residents all smiled. Sirius walked down the hill to join his team again and watch Aragorn putt. Aragorn had the same luck, he was about three feet away from the hole. The Wizarding World all smiled and the Middle-earth supporters all groaned. Sirius took his final putt, right into the hole. C'mon, even he couldn't mess up that shot. Everyone cheered politely for Sirius, the Wizarding World louder than the others. Rachel cheered loudly and jumped up and down. Aragorn took his turn quickly. He seemed to be a bit fearful that he would hit the ball with too much force and cause it over the hill again. So he played it safe and lightly tapped the ball. It went about two and a half feet before it halted. He then took another breath, then hit the ball again. The ball went right into the hole with a little plop! With that, the Middle-earth supporters cheered and everyone clapped. The third hole was over. Now the two teams returned to their squishy armchairs by the fire, prepared to get another battle strategy.
Final Score: ME: 40 WW: 41
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*My best friend, Ainu Laire, had put some of these comments about Ents in her amazing story, Pirates of the Ring, chapter 19: Light Beyond the Dark of Fangorn.
**You will do well, my lord.
A/N: I'm sorry about the long A/N in the beginning, I know you want to get to the story cause it soooo good :P, so hopefully they won't be that long O.o I'm also sorry that some of the characters may be a bit ooc, but its so much fun to put them ooc just a little bit :P Sindarin supplied by Ainu Laire ;-)
Response to Reviews:
Ainu Laire(Suvi): I don't have spell check so there! Stupid WordPad....thanks though! :P MY SHINY!!!!!!!! BACK OFF!!!! Well, you weren't yelling shiny at your birthday party but Jenny was so...yeah. I think I just gave you a new chapter for your psychiatrist story... :-\ Sorry...
Hebe Jebes(Jenny): You missed me?! Someone missed me! YAY! Well, I'm back now! ^_^ I'm glad you're happy! I like you're idea.. but don't know that song... Maybe I will make one up!!! :D Or you can make one up and tell me it... I dunno, need chocolate since I did not get smores *pouts*
Heart and Mind: Thanks alot! Maybe he will come... *grins mischieviously, again* Muhahaha! O.o I'm SO glad you like it ^_^ I didn't think the last chapter was as good, but I guess people liked it :P
Kendria Erleine(Kendria): *bursts out in tears* How could you say that?! *cries harder* SIRIUS IS ALIVE I TELL YOU!!! HE LIVES!!! Well, if he is dead *sob*, then we must mourn, BUT this is my fanfiction :P So there! :D I'm so ecstatic that you like it ^_^ I know it's not the best but hey, I had fun writing it! :D
Shangoolak(Camellia): Ok, you should have just put hwo= who instead of this mess I couldn't understand :P I'm sure you would love an alliegance of kitties... *shakes head* You review so people can see how popular a story is! That's why authors want people to review, because the more people that review, the more people read it! Duh! :P Thanks for reviewing though! ^_^
Demi: I officially love you forever! I never thought Legolas as girly either! But lots of people think that because he never gets dirty during the fights scenes in the movie because he's an elf. Neither does Haldir or anything but no one calls him a girl! Thanks for reviewing! Draco won't come, sorry! It's only a good character thing :-\ I'm glad you liked it though! ^^
Yue: I kinda put Snape in the story... a little bit, when I say the professors come to support their favorite headmaster? But he will have a bigger role, promise! ^^ Glad you like :D
Soaring_faeries (KT): It's ok, maybe you can read it after you see LotR :P