A/N: Ok, this is really turning into a Snape fic! * slaps herself * bad me! I will include more Ron and Hermione, I promise! Especially Hermione, cos she's had hardly anything major since Chapter One when the word 'normal' is repeated too much!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter stuff ain't mine; it's J.K. Rowling's and her peoples. J.R.R. Tolkien and his people own Lord of the Rings. The Grinch I do not own either, but I dunno who does, except that it's by Dr. Seuss (sorry if the spelling isn't right) but anyway that's his peoples and not mine.

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Snape wandered through the leafy trees of Rivendell. If he tried really, really hard, he could almost imagine that he was feeling happy. Rather like the Grinch when his heart grew an inch. (A/N: it rhymes teehee… ok so it's not that funny actually, o well!) Then again, with that bastard Gandalf on the prowl around the houses and gardens it was hard to feel any happiness. Humiliation! That's what it was! Gandalf had made sure to tell everyone that Snape was rather strange, and fancied himself as a wizard. Everyone had laughed at him. And Elrond had even asked him to give everybody an impression of a little furry bunny rabbit. Well, thought Snape, I'll show all of them! I've survived in my world with everyone against me, so I can certainly survive a fictional world!

 As Snape walked along he could make out a figure through the trees that was tall, blonde-haired and staring into a mirror happily. After standing on a twig and breaking it, as is such the way in life, the figure turned round suddenly. Snape's eyes nearly popped out as he exclaimed,

"GILDEROY?!"

The elf stared blankly at Snape. Snape stared in amazement at him. It WAS Gilderoy Lockhart, it HAD to be! No one could look that close to the vain, brain-dead twit and NOT be one and the same! Then Gilderoy look-a-like flashed Snape a sparkling grin saying,

"You're the bunny-wizard aren't you?"

Snape scowled.

"I shall not dignify that question with an answer."

The elf stood forward and gave a graceful bow,

"I am Legolas Greenleaf, son of the King of Mirkwood. I have been sent here to seek the counsel of Elrond."

"That's great. Absolutely fabulous. I care, I really do."

Legolas didn't pick up on Snape's sarcasm, and asked,

"Are you heading to the secret meeting now? You know, the one that NOBODY is meant to know about or talk about?"

Snape looked unsure for a second. He hadn't heard there was a secret meeting! Why hadn't he been invited? Smiling coldly Snape answered the half-wit elf,

"Yes, yes as a matter of fact I am heading to the secret meeting…Why don't you lead the way?"

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Looking smug, Snape sat down in between Ron and Hermione. Who, Snape noted, HAD been invited to the meeting. Another annoying thing he had noticed was that Frodo was sitting happily healed of his wound a couple of seats away. Damn, thought Snape.

It was at this point where Ron and Snape both began to nod off. Elrond and Gandalf were recounting the tales of the history on the ring (Hermione's ears transfixed on what was being said, her eyes transfixed on Strider) and stressing the importance of not using it and the need to destroy it. But one member of the meeting was not agreeing to this idea, his name being Boromir, son of the Steward of Gondor. Snape rather liked him. He seemed to be the only one of all the ugly mugs in the room that was using his brain sensibly. Of course they should use the ring! It was damn powerful! And power makes a winner. Slytherins had power, and they were all successful! Well except the dumb-asses that got themselves thrown into Azkaban…but still at least they were rich even if they couldn't spend the money!

Snape was nearly asleep, drowsy in these thoughts when he was awoken by arguing voices. Everybody was shouting at everybody else. And the ring sat alone on a pretty stand.

It was such a …pretty ring, thought Snape. He stood up and edged cautiously around a shouting Gandalf, and then walked over slowly to the stand. Slowly, so slowly, Snape reached out to touch the ring…

Gandalf's staff came down sharply on his fingers.

"May I suggest that you keep your hands to yourself Snape? If you do not I will not hesitate to turn you back into a cute little woodland creature."

Gandalf said roughly. Everyone let out a little chuckle, except Snape, whose nostrils flared in anger and embarrassment, rubbing his now red fingers.

"I was merely looking at it for your information, Gandalf, for it seemed to me that everyone else was to busy shouting at each other than to notice," Snape looked quickly to Frodo, who was looking incredibly depressed, and thought up a good excuse, "That poor Frodo has been telling you that HE'LL take the ring to Mordor!"

Frodo stood up in indignation and waved a fist at Snape,

"I SO didn't say that! Why would I want to go there!?"

"Oh, no need to lie among friends Frodo! You said that you would go, to save all this trouble!" Snape said, voice dripping with honey. Well, thought Snape, if that stab didn't finish him off, sending him into the arms of the enemy will! Gandalf put on a sympathetic smile,

"Frodo, you're a very brave hobbit. Yes, I fear you must go to Mordor, but not alone I don't think…" Gandalf's eyes twinkled as he turned to Snape.

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Ron laughed as he walked along with Hermione,

"Did you see the look on Snape's face when he was told he had to go to? It was a picture!"

"I don't see why he was so angry, what did he think was going to happen? That they'd send Frodo off alone?" Hermione giggled.

But, as always, inside she was sighing. How depressing Rivendell had been for her! She'd always thought it to be a wonderful place, full of beauty and love! Ok, so it WAS full of those things, but right now she was willing to overlook them because she was in the middle of one of her first main scenes since the first couple of chapters.

ANGST! DEPRESSION! MISERY! Oh, woe of woes, wept Hermione inside her head. How could she have forgotten Arwen? She tried to shake the imagery of Arwen and Strider kissing. It wasn't fair! She hadn't travelled with him this far from Bree to deserve this kind of treatment! That Arwen elf-bitch, she probably bewitched him!

And to make matters worse, Ron kept on giving her funny looks, like she had a rude word written on her forehead! What was with Middle-Earth life? And why does Ron keep trying to hug me? Why is Gilderoy Lockhart here? Oh wait, yeah, that's Legolas…

LEGOLAS!

HE has no girlfriend! I mean… he does develop a funny relationship with Gimli, but not until later! I can use Legolas to make Strider jealous, MWAHAHAHAAAAAA! Then Strider will love me! And I get a sexy Gilderoy-look-a-like elf in the bargain! GO HERMIONE! God, I'm so clever!

Hermione whistled cheerfully to herself, causing Ron to take a couple of freaked out steps away from her, regardless of his love…

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A/N: YAY almost Moria time in my mind! I'm nearing my good ideas : ) (That was a totally inverted commas sentence, whoever heard of me having good ideas?) whoohoo! And I do promise I'll bring in more Hermione/Ron in! Though it'll be a very big love triangle once it starts rolling…

And YES I will give Snape a friend (cos I feel I'm being to nasty to him, God bless him!). I already know who, can anyone guess? Hehehe.

Thanks for reading folks!

Thanks to Elfish Arrow for the review ^_^

I think I'll stick with calling Aragorn Strider, just cause I don't want to confuse anybody lol.