Disclaimer: I own nothing having to do with either Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings.
Author's Notes: If anyone actually cares for this story, they will see this: I used to have five chapters up, but my account was deleted. I lost all the chapters, and well, haven't had any inspiration lately. And I'm really busy. Do not expect too many chapters of anything for a while.
By the way, Dimgwrthien is not a self insert. She is someone I made up, and I liked the name, so I used it. And, as you will see, that is not her true name. Only a nickname.
Culaelin means 'golden-red lake.'
The group around the two older wizards passed confused expressions to one another. 1996? That could not be right.
Aragorn spoke first. "How did we get here?"
"What's going on?" Boromir cut in angrily.
Dumbledore gave Gandalf a look and sighed. "Now I have to explain everything. But first, I need your word that you will not tell anyone about anything you here while you are here."
They each nodded.
"Good. Gandalf and I have contacted each other, and told of our troubles. I see that you need protection against Sauron for this ring?" He looked at Frodo, who nodded in his shock. "And our school –no, our world- is in danger against Lord Voldemort."
Dumbledore regarded them in amusement for a moment. It had been a long time before he could say the name and not have everyone look shocked.
"So, we made a 'deal'. I would give you protection in one of the safest and most inaccessible places, and you would help us destroy Voldemort."
Next to her, Dimgwrthien could feel Legolas happily grip his bow.
"But, there is a catch to Voldemort. He is almost impossible to track down, which we know from trying to for the past fourteen years, and we are not even sure if he is human enough to die. But after last year..."
Gripped onto the story like children, the Fellowship listened to story after story of everything Voldemort had done. Dumbledore was almost pleased that they quickly caught onto the fact that Voldemort was like an ultimate evil.
"And now, we need half of you in certain places. Half to assist the Order of the Phoenix, which I have just told you about, and half at Hogwarts to make sure that no... surprises... may occur like in recent years. Harry Potter must have protection.
"Now, who will go where?" He turned to Gandalf, who looked amid the Fellowship in thought.
"I would suggest at least one older and wiser one to each," he said, looking pointedly at Pippin. "Hm. Dimgwrthien, Aragorn, Frodo, Peregrine, and Samwise, you are to go with the Order. The rest shall stay with me."
Pippin and Merry looked at each other and hugged for a second, then turned back and divided into the groups. Aragorn gave Dimgwrthien a look and nodded.
"By the way," Dumbledore said, turning to Dimgwrthien, "what is your birth name?"
"Culaelin."
Boromir was the only one who talked as Gandalf and Dumbledore led the way to where they would be sleeping for the 'stay.'
"A school of magic? Brilliance. I thought one was born knowing magic when a wizard, but it seems not. My brother would be most interested in this. I wish I could tell h-"
"You shall not tell anyone until we know who we can trust." Dumbledore looked back at him.
"We can trust Gondor! We can trust the strength of men. We c-"
"Mister Boromir," Merry cut in with a sigh. "We get it."
The group who were being led to the Order's headquarters by the Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, were no better off.
"Quiet," she snapped as they reached the cold square of Grimmauld Place. She hurriedly took a slip of paper from her pocket, and showed it to the group, barely giving them time to memorize it. "Do not speak a word. Just think about what you've read."
Before their eyes, a large house pushed its way into the space between two houses. She rapped on the door and rang the doorbell, giving nervous looks around the square.
Dimgwrthien and Aragorn winced at the shrieks they heard from inside, and the hobbits hid behind them, wondering what could produce such a sound.
Two men were at the door, one pulling close some curtain, the other opening to the door with a wary look, wand out. He sighed when he saw them.
"Minerva. You brought them?" He peered behind her. "Good, good."
Another figure was making her way into the opening, also with a wand out. Frodo noted her spiky pink hair and wondered if that was common in the future. He made a mental note that referring to this time as the future was very odd.
She was wearing jeans and a light pink shirt, which dulled her hair down a bit. Her heart shaped face was not covered in make up, as Frodo had seen one or two people look like so far. She was glancing at the crowd with an equally confused look.
The man who was waging war with the curtains while yelling at whatever was behind it had long raven hair and hard gray eyes. He was rather tall and lean, and was dressed in black robes.
The one who had opened the door led them in. He was dressed in a jumper and trousers which did not look in the best condition. His light brown was flecked with the occasion strand of gray, much like Aragorn's, and he looked young like the other man, but still older.
When they all reached what looked to be the kitchen, the three who were from this future sat down, and McGonagall spoke quickly.
"I have to be back at Hogwarts. Tomorrow is the first day of term and I can't be late." She left with the same rapidity.
"Wotcher. Who are all of you?" said the pink-haired girl.
"Culaelin," answered the dark-haired Elf, throwing Aragorn a nasty look.
"Aragorn."
"Frodo Baggins."
"Peregrine Took. But some people call me Pippin. And some call me Pip."
"Samwise Gamgee."
The brown haired man stretched a hand over the table and shook their hands. "Remus Lupin."
"I'm Sirius -"
Pippin looked at him. "What? No one said anything about you not being serious."
"Sirius Black," he finished with a sigh.
"Tonks." She grinned.
"And anyone you see anytime soon with red hair is a Weasley," Sirius informed them.
"What's a Weasley?" Aragorn asked.
"That's their surname."
"Ah."
"How many people do come by here?" Sam asked, interested.
"A ton," Sirius answered, waving a hand to think. "There's Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snivelly –"
"Snivelly? What kind of name is that?"
"Nevermind. Us, the Weasleys, Mad-Eye –you'll figure out his name soon enough –"he added with a grin. "Tons of us. I wouldn't be able to name us all in a flash."
On time, the doorbell rang again and Sirius cursed, leaping up to stop the curtains from doing whatever they were doing. Aragorn looked over and saw that behind them was a moving portrait. It was screaming and caused several others top do the same. Remus leapt up and went to the door.
Several second later, there was a thumping as another man made his was down with Sirius and Remus. He had a wooden leg, long gray hair, and his face was rather scarred.
Pippin choked as he saw his mismatched eyes. One was large an blue and kept on rolling onto each of them in turn as the black one stayed put.
"That's Mad-Eye Moody," Sirius muttered to them.
There you are! Another chapter. Please enjoy and possibly review. (
Author's Notes: If anyone actually cares for this story, they will see this: I used to have five chapters up, but my account was deleted. I lost all the chapters, and well, haven't had any inspiration lately. And I'm really busy. Do not expect too many chapters of anything for a while.
By the way, Dimgwrthien is not a self insert. She is someone I made up, and I liked the name, so I used it. And, as you will see, that is not her true name. Only a nickname.
Culaelin means 'golden-red lake.'
The group around the two older wizards passed confused expressions to one another. 1996? That could not be right.
Aragorn spoke first. "How did we get here?"
"What's going on?" Boromir cut in angrily.
Dumbledore gave Gandalf a look and sighed. "Now I have to explain everything. But first, I need your word that you will not tell anyone about anything you here while you are here."
They each nodded.
"Good. Gandalf and I have contacted each other, and told of our troubles. I see that you need protection against Sauron for this ring?" He looked at Frodo, who nodded in his shock. "And our school –no, our world- is in danger against Lord Voldemort."
Dumbledore regarded them in amusement for a moment. It had been a long time before he could say the name and not have everyone look shocked.
"So, we made a 'deal'. I would give you protection in one of the safest and most inaccessible places, and you would help us destroy Voldemort."
Next to her, Dimgwrthien could feel Legolas happily grip his bow.
"But, there is a catch to Voldemort. He is almost impossible to track down, which we know from trying to for the past fourteen years, and we are not even sure if he is human enough to die. But after last year..."
Gripped onto the story like children, the Fellowship listened to story after story of everything Voldemort had done. Dumbledore was almost pleased that they quickly caught onto the fact that Voldemort was like an ultimate evil.
"And now, we need half of you in certain places. Half to assist the Order of the Phoenix, which I have just told you about, and half at Hogwarts to make sure that no... surprises... may occur like in recent years. Harry Potter must have protection.
"Now, who will go where?" He turned to Gandalf, who looked amid the Fellowship in thought.
"I would suggest at least one older and wiser one to each," he said, looking pointedly at Pippin. "Hm. Dimgwrthien, Aragorn, Frodo, Peregrine, and Samwise, you are to go with the Order. The rest shall stay with me."
Pippin and Merry looked at each other and hugged for a second, then turned back and divided into the groups. Aragorn gave Dimgwrthien a look and nodded.
"By the way," Dumbledore said, turning to Dimgwrthien, "what is your birth name?"
"Culaelin."
Boromir was the only one who talked as Gandalf and Dumbledore led the way to where they would be sleeping for the 'stay.'
"A school of magic? Brilliance. I thought one was born knowing magic when a wizard, but it seems not. My brother would be most interested in this. I wish I could tell h-"
"You shall not tell anyone until we know who we can trust." Dumbledore looked back at him.
"We can trust Gondor! We can trust the strength of men. We c-"
"Mister Boromir," Merry cut in with a sigh. "We get it."
The group who were being led to the Order's headquarters by the Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, were no better off.
"Quiet," she snapped as they reached the cold square of Grimmauld Place. She hurriedly took a slip of paper from her pocket, and showed it to the group, barely giving them time to memorize it. "Do not speak a word. Just think about what you've read."
Before their eyes, a large house pushed its way into the space between two houses. She rapped on the door and rang the doorbell, giving nervous looks around the square.
Dimgwrthien and Aragorn winced at the shrieks they heard from inside, and the hobbits hid behind them, wondering what could produce such a sound.
Two men were at the door, one pulling close some curtain, the other opening to the door with a wary look, wand out. He sighed when he saw them.
"Minerva. You brought them?" He peered behind her. "Good, good."
Another figure was making her way into the opening, also with a wand out. Frodo noted her spiky pink hair and wondered if that was common in the future. He made a mental note that referring to this time as the future was very odd.
She was wearing jeans and a light pink shirt, which dulled her hair down a bit. Her heart shaped face was not covered in make up, as Frodo had seen one or two people look like so far. She was glancing at the crowd with an equally confused look.
The man who was waging war with the curtains while yelling at whatever was behind it had long raven hair and hard gray eyes. He was rather tall and lean, and was dressed in black robes.
The one who had opened the door led them in. He was dressed in a jumper and trousers which did not look in the best condition. His light brown was flecked with the occasion strand of gray, much like Aragorn's, and he looked young like the other man, but still older.
When they all reached what looked to be the kitchen, the three who were from this future sat down, and McGonagall spoke quickly.
"I have to be back at Hogwarts. Tomorrow is the first day of term and I can't be late." She left with the same rapidity.
"Wotcher. Who are all of you?" said the pink-haired girl.
"Culaelin," answered the dark-haired Elf, throwing Aragorn a nasty look.
"Aragorn."
"Frodo Baggins."
"Peregrine Took. But some people call me Pippin. And some call me Pip."
"Samwise Gamgee."
The brown haired man stretched a hand over the table and shook their hands. "Remus Lupin."
"I'm Sirius -"
Pippin looked at him. "What? No one said anything about you not being serious."
"Sirius Black," he finished with a sigh.
"Tonks." She grinned.
"And anyone you see anytime soon with red hair is a Weasley," Sirius informed them.
"What's a Weasley?" Aragorn asked.
"That's their surname."
"Ah."
"How many people do come by here?" Sam asked, interested.
"A ton," Sirius answered, waving a hand to think. "There's Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snivelly –"
"Snivelly? What kind of name is that?"
"Nevermind. Us, the Weasleys, Mad-Eye –you'll figure out his name soon enough –"he added with a grin. "Tons of us. I wouldn't be able to name us all in a flash."
On time, the doorbell rang again and Sirius cursed, leaping up to stop the curtains from doing whatever they were doing. Aragorn looked over and saw that behind them was a moving portrait. It was screaming and caused several others top do the same. Remus leapt up and went to the door.
Several second later, there was a thumping as another man made his was down with Sirius and Remus. He had a wooden leg, long gray hair, and his face was rather scarred.
Pippin choked as he saw his mismatched eyes. One was large an blue and kept on rolling onto each of them in turn as the black one stayed put.
"That's Mad-Eye Moody," Sirius muttered to them.
There you are! Another chapter. Please enjoy and possibly review. (