I just realized: my other chapters don't have a disclaimer! (Fellowship
gasps in background, and Hermione starts a long lecture about giving credit
to authors.) All the LOTR characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkein. I do not,
can not, and will not ever own them. HP characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Same note for them.
Sorry for the long time between updates. I really have no excuse except for the fact that I haven't been writing.
Thank you all for your kind reviews.
Chapter 3: Moria or Not?
They all woke up bright and early the next morning. Many complained (Legolas hadn't gotten his beauty sleep. What a shame.) and all were freezing cold. Hermione conjured a bit of fire, and they cooked a bit of breakfast. Sam cooked. Draco hated it, but no one else minded it.
Gandalf: OK, let's go!
All: Awwwww.
Gandalf: Would you rather stay here?
Several begin to rise, and others start to pack up.
Gandalf: I'm sure it's warmer in Moria.
Most sit again. Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Ron look confused. Gimli jumps to his feet.
Gimli: Woo-Hoo!!
Everyone looks at him like he is mad. He sits down, blushing.
Boromir: I'm not going.
Legolas: Nor me.
Frodo: I don't really care.
Draco: What are the chances that I'd get killed?
Aragorn: Very good.
Draco frowns, thinks, and speaks again.
Draco: What are the chances that the Mudblood will die?
Aragorn frowns in confusion, having forgotten what a Mudblood is.
Draco: Hermione.
Aragorn: Ah. Very good. There's a good chance we'll all die.
Gimli: Let's go!
Everyone stares at him again.
Ron: You need help.
Gimli: Would you be willing to go then?
Ron: (muttering) That's not what I meant.
Frodo: Let's vote.
Merry: Remember how our last vote turned out?
All groan.
Harry: I remember. Hermione came up with a sensible solution.
All turn and look at her.
Hermione: I don't care! I don't even know what Moria is!
Boromir: Scratch that idea.
Aragorn: Frodo's the ringbearer. Let him pick.
Frodo: I already said I didn't care. Let's keep moving and decide later.
Draco: How about half of us go either way.
Gandalf groans and looks at him.
Gandalf: Let me guess: Boromir, Merry, Pippin, Hermione, and some others go into Moria?
Draco: You're a genius, Gandalf.
Ron: Wouldn't that ruin the entire point of the Fellowship? Isn't a Fellowship supposed to go together?
Harry: Fat chance of that happening with Malfoy tagging along.
Draco: I'm not tagging along, I'm getting paid for this, and good money too.
Ron and Harry roll their eyes.
Hermione: Elrond clearly said "If you survive." That's a very slim chance, Malfoy.
Pippin: Since when do you care about him?
Hermione: We're a Fellowship, like Ron said. We should at least try to get along.
Some people snort in laughter.
Gandalf: We're behind schedule, people. Let's go!
They walk. And walk. And walk more. After a while, the question comes up.
Hermione: So, Legolas?
Legolas peers down at her, his eyes narrowed.
Legolas: If you're simply going to berate me about some thing about me not being an elf-
Hermione: No, no. Of course not. I was just wondering if you would want to-
Harry and Ron burst out laughing, suddenly realizing what she is attempting.
Harry: Give it up now, Hermione.
Ron: She's hopeless, isn't she?
Draco: That's what I've been trying to tell you for years.
Harry: Only we're allowed to talk about her like that, Slytherin.
Draco: You're not in charge, Gryffindor.
Hermione: As I was saying, before we were so rudely interrupted, I was wondering if you would be interested in joining S.P.E.W.?
Legolas, Gimli, and all others stare at her oddly. Harry and Ron seem like they are trying hard not to crack their ribs with laughter.
Legolas: Explain.
Hermione explains about S.P.E.W., while they keep walking.
Hermione: And I think we'd be much more effective if we had an actual elf as a member.
Legolas: If these so-called elves cannot take care of themselves, they are not worthy of the name elf.
Hermione: Is that a no?
Pippin: (sarcastically) No, Hermione. I clearly heard him say yes.
Merry: I admit that the pretty-boy elf has a point.
Legolas: I am not a "pretty-boy."
Merry: Suuuuuurrrrrrrreee.
Hermione: You two remind me of the Weasly twins.
Merry and Pippin look confused, but don't bother to ask.
Gandalf: We're almost there, but it's time to get some sleep.
Draco: Yeah, it would be a shame if Legolas didn't get his beauty sleep. He's ugly enough as it is.
Pippin: You are not one to talk.
Legolas ignores Draco, but his face turns slightly red.
The Fellowship settled down for the night.
Ok, people. I need you guys to make a vital decision for me. Who's going with Frodo and Sam, Who's going with Merry and Pippin, and who's going with the remaining Fellowship? Two will have to go with one group. I don't mind whom. I know it's a bit early, but start voting, guys!
Thank you all!
Sorry for the long time between updates. I really have no excuse except for the fact that I haven't been writing.
Thank you all for your kind reviews.
Chapter 3: Moria or Not?
They all woke up bright and early the next morning. Many complained (Legolas hadn't gotten his beauty sleep. What a shame.) and all were freezing cold. Hermione conjured a bit of fire, and they cooked a bit of breakfast. Sam cooked. Draco hated it, but no one else minded it.
Gandalf: OK, let's go!
All: Awwwww.
Gandalf: Would you rather stay here?
Several begin to rise, and others start to pack up.
Gandalf: I'm sure it's warmer in Moria.
Most sit again. Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Ron look confused. Gimli jumps to his feet.
Gimli: Woo-Hoo!!
Everyone looks at him like he is mad. He sits down, blushing.
Boromir: I'm not going.
Legolas: Nor me.
Frodo: I don't really care.
Draco: What are the chances that I'd get killed?
Aragorn: Very good.
Draco frowns, thinks, and speaks again.
Draco: What are the chances that the Mudblood will die?
Aragorn frowns in confusion, having forgotten what a Mudblood is.
Draco: Hermione.
Aragorn: Ah. Very good. There's a good chance we'll all die.
Gimli: Let's go!
Everyone stares at him again.
Ron: You need help.
Gimli: Would you be willing to go then?
Ron: (muttering) That's not what I meant.
Frodo: Let's vote.
Merry: Remember how our last vote turned out?
All groan.
Harry: I remember. Hermione came up with a sensible solution.
All turn and look at her.
Hermione: I don't care! I don't even know what Moria is!
Boromir: Scratch that idea.
Aragorn: Frodo's the ringbearer. Let him pick.
Frodo: I already said I didn't care. Let's keep moving and decide later.
Draco: How about half of us go either way.
Gandalf groans and looks at him.
Gandalf: Let me guess: Boromir, Merry, Pippin, Hermione, and some others go into Moria?
Draco: You're a genius, Gandalf.
Ron: Wouldn't that ruin the entire point of the Fellowship? Isn't a Fellowship supposed to go together?
Harry: Fat chance of that happening with Malfoy tagging along.
Draco: I'm not tagging along, I'm getting paid for this, and good money too.
Ron and Harry roll their eyes.
Hermione: Elrond clearly said "If you survive." That's a very slim chance, Malfoy.
Pippin: Since when do you care about him?
Hermione: We're a Fellowship, like Ron said. We should at least try to get along.
Some people snort in laughter.
Gandalf: We're behind schedule, people. Let's go!
They walk. And walk. And walk more. After a while, the question comes up.
Hermione: So, Legolas?
Legolas peers down at her, his eyes narrowed.
Legolas: If you're simply going to berate me about some thing about me not being an elf-
Hermione: No, no. Of course not. I was just wondering if you would want to-
Harry and Ron burst out laughing, suddenly realizing what she is attempting.
Harry: Give it up now, Hermione.
Ron: She's hopeless, isn't she?
Draco: That's what I've been trying to tell you for years.
Harry: Only we're allowed to talk about her like that, Slytherin.
Draco: You're not in charge, Gryffindor.
Hermione: As I was saying, before we were so rudely interrupted, I was wondering if you would be interested in joining S.P.E.W.?
Legolas, Gimli, and all others stare at her oddly. Harry and Ron seem like they are trying hard not to crack their ribs with laughter.
Legolas: Explain.
Hermione explains about S.P.E.W., while they keep walking.
Hermione: And I think we'd be much more effective if we had an actual elf as a member.
Legolas: If these so-called elves cannot take care of themselves, they are not worthy of the name elf.
Hermione: Is that a no?
Pippin: (sarcastically) No, Hermione. I clearly heard him say yes.
Merry: I admit that the pretty-boy elf has a point.
Legolas: I am not a "pretty-boy."
Merry: Suuuuuurrrrrrrreee.
Hermione: You two remind me of the Weasly twins.
Merry and Pippin look confused, but don't bother to ask.
Gandalf: We're almost there, but it's time to get some sleep.
Draco: Yeah, it would be a shame if Legolas didn't get his beauty sleep. He's ugly enough as it is.
Pippin: You are not one to talk.
Legolas ignores Draco, but his face turns slightly red.
The Fellowship settled down for the night.
Ok, people. I need you guys to make a vital decision for me. Who's going with Frodo and Sam, Who's going with Merry and Pippin, and who's going with the remaining Fellowship? Two will have to go with one group. I don't mind whom. I know it's a bit early, but start voting, guys!
Thank you all!