DISCLAIMER: This is my new story `With You'. It is a Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings crossover. This story does not focus on the trio of Hogwarts, instead it focuses on Legolas and my original character Lesie. (You'll find out about her in a minute) I stink at thinking of titles and this one will probably change soon. Got an idea, lemme know. I would like to take this time to let the world know that I own only what you do not recognize, the rest belong to Tolkien and Rowling.
READ THIS: Secondly, I would like to make known that I am fully aware of the time differences in the stories. However, for sake of literature, lets ignore that. Use your IMAGINATION. Its a wonderful thing. Think outside the box. It won't hurt you, I promise.
CHARACTERS: I'll add on to this as I go. These belong to me, just so you know.
~* 1) Lesie Nabors: (pronounced Lee-See. Yes this is a real name.) The leading lady. She is a muggleborn Ravenclaw. She has brown hair, brown eyes, and a pair of breasts and butt she hates. Natural born dancer and captian of Ravenclaw dance team. (There is one is this story so don't bitch at me. My story, my rules.) Headgirl. Very sweet and shy. I based her off of a Southern Belle; she's my British Belle.
~* 2) Craig Jones: Headboy. Slytherin pureblood. Jackass. Horny. Guy in high school you love to hate. Blond hair, freckles, green eyes, slightly lanky. Thinks he is the hottest thing in the world. Don't know how much I'm going to use him yet.
~* 3) Candi Hutchinson: Lesie's friend. Member of Ravenclaw dance team. Black hair, blue eyes, average body. Half blood. Smart and sensible. (I think. So far.)
~* 4) Aimee Morgan: Lesie's other friend. Member of Ravenclaw dance team. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, skinny. Muggleborn. Royal Gossip Queen.
~* There will probably be others as we go. Potter and co. make an apperace along with Umbridge. I can't stand her so I'm going to do something mean to her. I don't know what but it will be something.
~*~ I know that's a lot to read right now but I want you to know so you don't mail me or whatever and cuss me out b/c its not what you expect. Well, I'm not sorry b/c this is MY interpretation of it. This is what I think of this situation. Don't be ignorant and review saying that none of this is possible. This is FICTIONAL, therefore, not real! If you do rudely review me, I will point you back to this and hope you feel like a moron.
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Chapter 1
Nine distant riders in gray silently made their way up great stone steps. They were told previously to leave their horses at the base of the steps by a large hairy man. The nine quietly made their way to an immense wooden door that creaked open as they approached.
"We've been expecting you." A stern older lady said. Her dressing was much different from the nine as she was dressed in a tartan dress covered by a black robe of some sort. She held a lantern in her hand and ushered them inside to a massive lobby area of marble and fine wood.
Eighteen hooded, curious eyes gazed in wonder as they had never seen anything like it before. The woman led them up one of the numerous staircases and into a hallway full of portraits. Some of the images in the portraits seemed to be sleeping while others moved and talked vibrantly. Several members of the new party made for a weapon of defense at the strange witchery they were seeing but were held back by another member of their company.
Their guide stopped in front of a stone statue of a bird and looked back to make sure everyone was accounted for. When she was satisfied as turned back to the statue. "Acid pops." She said and the stone began to move up trailing another staircase in its wake.
The woman stepped on the flight and ascended up, the rest followed. At the top she opened another door and stepped inside to an office of some sort and left the others at the top of the stairs.
"The Fellowship of the Ring Headmaster." Her voice echoed in the small space outside the door. The door opened and revealed the office space within as the nine walked in.
They stood on deep red fluffy carpet adorned with gold celestial patterns. Wooden tables stood on the carpet supporting gold and silver whirling, swirling, and humming instruments. Tall bookshelves stood along the walls full of aging books. A bird cage hosting an odd bird of crimson and gold sat to the side. In the center sat a deep wood desk littered with parchment, instruments, and candy.
Behind the desk stood an elderly man with a long white beard wearing a purple robe. He opened his arms wide in a welcoming fashion. "Gandalf, my old friend. How wonderful to see you again."
One of the nine threw back his hood and revealed an old face and a long beard of gray, and walked to the man and embraced him. "Dumbledore. How long has it been, five years?" "Eleven, but who's counting?" The white bearded man chuckled as he motioned for his guests to sit down in the many chairs in front of his desk.
The woman who had escorted them in had slipped out, unnoticed by the group.
"Too long old man, too long." Dumbledore said to Gandalf as he made himself comfortable. "Now, introduce me to your accomplices before we get too in depth." Gandalf nodded his head.
"This is Aragorn, son of Arathor." One member of the group pulled his hood back to reveal scruffy features but held a kingly stature. "Boromir, son of Denethor." Another revealed himself.
"Gimli, son of Gloin." The dwarf pulled his hood back. "Legolas, son of King Thranduil." The tallest member pulled his hood off and revealed his pointed elf ears.
"Frodo, son of Drogo. Perigrin, son of Paladin. Meridoc, son of Saradoc. And Samwise, son of Hamfast." The four hobbits pulled their hoods back as well. "Hobbits." Dumbledore said softly. "I have heard much of you from Gandalf but I have never laid my eyes on one. Fascinating."
He cleared his throat and continued. "I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Welcome."
"School of witchcraft and wizardy, is this some kind of joke?" Boromir asked confused. "I assure you Master Boromir this is no joke." Dumbledore said sternly as if he were talking to one of his students. "The situation we all sit in is nothing to laugh about. Both of our worlds are on the edge of destruction and unless we unite under a single banner, we shall fall. Gandalf, your letter was quite illegible and abstract, please tell me of the situation in Middle Earth."
Gandalf took a deep breath and glanced at his companions. "Not long ago we set out from the House of Elrond in Rivendell on a quest to destroy the one ring." Dumbledore nodded. Apparently he already knew the story of the ring of power.
"Sauron is gaining strength. Mordor is becoming more active and the Ringwraiths are on the trail of the ring. People we once thought were allies turn out to be enemy spies. We seek to destroy the ring before it destorys us. We are here to ask for your aide, wisdom, and assistance in this journey."
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and stroked his beard. "I do not know what from this world to arm you with when you come in contact with the evils of your world. Orcs do not dwell here and our trolls are the more tamer cousins of your own. Magic will not help you there. Give me time to think on the matter. I assure you that we will do all in our power to help you because if we do not and the ring is not destoyed, our very own lives could be at stake."
"What do you mean Albus?" Gandalf asked perplexed. "I mean that the evil here, a wizard by the name of Voldermort, may wish to join forces with Sauron and destroy all that is pure and good in this world. Fourtanly no word of the ring has reached the Death Eaters, his followers, as of yet. We have our own ringbearer of sorts. Harry Potter, he's is fifth year student here and he is the one that carries the weight of the wizarding world on his shoulders. He is the only one who can defeat Voldermort."
The ten in the room sat silently and let the information sink in. As they thought, Dumbledore noted with some pleasure that not one person flinched at the sound of `Voldermort.'
He looked at one of the hobbits who sat on the end, Perigrin if he remembered correctly, staring at awe in one of Dumledore's whirling gadgets. He watched as the hobbit poked the side of another, Meridoc, and got him watching the spinning gadget. It really held no importance, except gathering dust, but it fascinated the hobbits.
The other two hobbits, Frodo and Sam, were glancing around the room nervously. Dumbledore, who had a knack for reading people, sensed that Frodo was the anonymous ring bearer from the way his eyes were tired and seemed heavy with burden.
The dwarf, Gimli, sat his stout figure proud and held his axe in his hands. Legolas the elf sat in deep thought. He was either taking in this new situation, or using his keen elf ears to listen to what was happening outside the doors.
Boromir sat as if he were in a cruel joke. He scoffed at the bird, Dumbledore's pheonix Fawkes, who had begun to sing it's wonderful song. Aragorn, on the other hand, glanced at Boromir's rudness and went back to his own deep thoughts. Dumbledore could sense that this was a man you shouldn't take lightly. His eyes were wise and intelligent, Dumbledore nodded his affirmation.
He looked back at his old friend Gandalf. He had known Gandalf for a long time. They had met on one of Gandalf's many travels, and it just so happened to be down Diagon Alley. They were both inspecting an unusal type of staff, it changed colors according to the weather.
"A fifteen year old boy you say." Aragorn repeated. "What can we do?" "Help him. Train him. Prepare him in ways outside of magic so he is ready if the situation arises." Dumbledore said as he saw Frodo yawn slightly behind his hand.
"We will speak of this no more tonight. Tomorrow morning I will send the Head boy and girl to fetch you from your rooms to escort you to breakfast." He distinctly saw the hobbits perk up at that. "Goodnight."
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That's it for right now. Review if you want more. Original characters debut in next chapter!
READ THIS: Secondly, I would like to make known that I am fully aware of the time differences in the stories. However, for sake of literature, lets ignore that. Use your IMAGINATION. Its a wonderful thing. Think outside the box. It won't hurt you, I promise.
CHARACTERS: I'll add on to this as I go. These belong to me, just so you know.
~* 1) Lesie Nabors: (pronounced Lee-See. Yes this is a real name.) The leading lady. She is a muggleborn Ravenclaw. She has brown hair, brown eyes, and a pair of breasts and butt she hates. Natural born dancer and captian of Ravenclaw dance team. (There is one is this story so don't bitch at me. My story, my rules.) Headgirl. Very sweet and shy. I based her off of a Southern Belle; she's my British Belle.
~* 2) Craig Jones: Headboy. Slytherin pureblood. Jackass. Horny. Guy in high school you love to hate. Blond hair, freckles, green eyes, slightly lanky. Thinks he is the hottest thing in the world. Don't know how much I'm going to use him yet.
~* 3) Candi Hutchinson: Lesie's friend. Member of Ravenclaw dance team. Black hair, blue eyes, average body. Half blood. Smart and sensible. (I think. So far.)
~* 4) Aimee Morgan: Lesie's other friend. Member of Ravenclaw dance team. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, skinny. Muggleborn. Royal Gossip Queen.
~* There will probably be others as we go. Potter and co. make an apperace along with Umbridge. I can't stand her so I'm going to do something mean to her. I don't know what but it will be something.
~*~ I know that's a lot to read right now but I want you to know so you don't mail me or whatever and cuss me out b/c its not what you expect. Well, I'm not sorry b/c this is MY interpretation of it. This is what I think of this situation. Don't be ignorant and review saying that none of this is possible. This is FICTIONAL, therefore, not real! If you do rudely review me, I will point you back to this and hope you feel like a moron.
~*~*~*~
Chapter 1
Nine distant riders in gray silently made their way up great stone steps. They were told previously to leave their horses at the base of the steps by a large hairy man. The nine quietly made their way to an immense wooden door that creaked open as they approached.
"We've been expecting you." A stern older lady said. Her dressing was much different from the nine as she was dressed in a tartan dress covered by a black robe of some sort. She held a lantern in her hand and ushered them inside to a massive lobby area of marble and fine wood.
Eighteen hooded, curious eyes gazed in wonder as they had never seen anything like it before. The woman led them up one of the numerous staircases and into a hallway full of portraits. Some of the images in the portraits seemed to be sleeping while others moved and talked vibrantly. Several members of the new party made for a weapon of defense at the strange witchery they were seeing but were held back by another member of their company.
Their guide stopped in front of a stone statue of a bird and looked back to make sure everyone was accounted for. When she was satisfied as turned back to the statue. "Acid pops." She said and the stone began to move up trailing another staircase in its wake.
The woman stepped on the flight and ascended up, the rest followed. At the top she opened another door and stepped inside to an office of some sort and left the others at the top of the stairs.
"The Fellowship of the Ring Headmaster." Her voice echoed in the small space outside the door. The door opened and revealed the office space within as the nine walked in.
They stood on deep red fluffy carpet adorned with gold celestial patterns. Wooden tables stood on the carpet supporting gold and silver whirling, swirling, and humming instruments. Tall bookshelves stood along the walls full of aging books. A bird cage hosting an odd bird of crimson and gold sat to the side. In the center sat a deep wood desk littered with parchment, instruments, and candy.
Behind the desk stood an elderly man with a long white beard wearing a purple robe. He opened his arms wide in a welcoming fashion. "Gandalf, my old friend. How wonderful to see you again."
One of the nine threw back his hood and revealed an old face and a long beard of gray, and walked to the man and embraced him. "Dumbledore. How long has it been, five years?" "Eleven, but who's counting?" The white bearded man chuckled as he motioned for his guests to sit down in the many chairs in front of his desk.
The woman who had escorted them in had slipped out, unnoticed by the group.
"Too long old man, too long." Dumbledore said to Gandalf as he made himself comfortable. "Now, introduce me to your accomplices before we get too in depth." Gandalf nodded his head.
"This is Aragorn, son of Arathor." One member of the group pulled his hood back to reveal scruffy features but held a kingly stature. "Boromir, son of Denethor." Another revealed himself.
"Gimli, son of Gloin." The dwarf pulled his hood back. "Legolas, son of King Thranduil." The tallest member pulled his hood off and revealed his pointed elf ears.
"Frodo, son of Drogo. Perigrin, son of Paladin. Meridoc, son of Saradoc. And Samwise, son of Hamfast." The four hobbits pulled their hoods back as well. "Hobbits." Dumbledore said softly. "I have heard much of you from Gandalf but I have never laid my eyes on one. Fascinating."
He cleared his throat and continued. "I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Welcome."
"School of witchcraft and wizardy, is this some kind of joke?" Boromir asked confused. "I assure you Master Boromir this is no joke." Dumbledore said sternly as if he were talking to one of his students. "The situation we all sit in is nothing to laugh about. Both of our worlds are on the edge of destruction and unless we unite under a single banner, we shall fall. Gandalf, your letter was quite illegible and abstract, please tell me of the situation in Middle Earth."
Gandalf took a deep breath and glanced at his companions. "Not long ago we set out from the House of Elrond in Rivendell on a quest to destroy the one ring." Dumbledore nodded. Apparently he already knew the story of the ring of power.
"Sauron is gaining strength. Mordor is becoming more active and the Ringwraiths are on the trail of the ring. People we once thought were allies turn out to be enemy spies. We seek to destroy the ring before it destorys us. We are here to ask for your aide, wisdom, and assistance in this journey."
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and stroked his beard. "I do not know what from this world to arm you with when you come in contact with the evils of your world. Orcs do not dwell here and our trolls are the more tamer cousins of your own. Magic will not help you there. Give me time to think on the matter. I assure you that we will do all in our power to help you because if we do not and the ring is not destoyed, our very own lives could be at stake."
"What do you mean Albus?" Gandalf asked perplexed. "I mean that the evil here, a wizard by the name of Voldermort, may wish to join forces with Sauron and destroy all that is pure and good in this world. Fourtanly no word of the ring has reached the Death Eaters, his followers, as of yet. We have our own ringbearer of sorts. Harry Potter, he's is fifth year student here and he is the one that carries the weight of the wizarding world on his shoulders. He is the only one who can defeat Voldermort."
The ten in the room sat silently and let the information sink in. As they thought, Dumbledore noted with some pleasure that not one person flinched at the sound of `Voldermort.'
He looked at one of the hobbits who sat on the end, Perigrin if he remembered correctly, staring at awe in one of Dumledore's whirling gadgets. He watched as the hobbit poked the side of another, Meridoc, and got him watching the spinning gadget. It really held no importance, except gathering dust, but it fascinated the hobbits.
The other two hobbits, Frodo and Sam, were glancing around the room nervously. Dumbledore, who had a knack for reading people, sensed that Frodo was the anonymous ring bearer from the way his eyes were tired and seemed heavy with burden.
The dwarf, Gimli, sat his stout figure proud and held his axe in his hands. Legolas the elf sat in deep thought. He was either taking in this new situation, or using his keen elf ears to listen to what was happening outside the doors.
Boromir sat as if he were in a cruel joke. He scoffed at the bird, Dumbledore's pheonix Fawkes, who had begun to sing it's wonderful song. Aragorn, on the other hand, glanced at Boromir's rudness and went back to his own deep thoughts. Dumbledore could sense that this was a man you shouldn't take lightly. His eyes were wise and intelligent, Dumbledore nodded his affirmation.
He looked back at his old friend Gandalf. He had known Gandalf for a long time. They had met on one of Gandalf's many travels, and it just so happened to be down Diagon Alley. They were both inspecting an unusal type of staff, it changed colors according to the weather.
"A fifteen year old boy you say." Aragorn repeated. "What can we do?" "Help him. Train him. Prepare him in ways outside of magic so he is ready if the situation arises." Dumbledore said as he saw Frodo yawn slightly behind his hand.
"We will speak of this no more tonight. Tomorrow morning I will send the Head boy and girl to fetch you from your rooms to escort you to breakfast." He distinctly saw the hobbits perk up at that. "Goodnight."
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That's it for right now. Review if you want more. Original characters debut in next chapter!