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A/N: Despite a disappointing lack of reviews, this piece is back! If only due to the fact that I actually like writing it; because I always thought it would be cool if this could happen. Review please, although all flames will be somehow harnessed to generate electricity for my computer, so that I can write more of this story! MWAHAHAHA!
*****Tales of the Nine****************************************************
The Fellowship rose early, still pondering their whereabouts. They decided to take a short breakfast before scouting around again. Gimli and Legolas went looking for firewood with Merry, Pippin, and Frodo, while Boromir elected to take a short patrol around the area and Sam and Aragorn would forage for some food.
Merry and Pippin were already somewhat at ease with the forest, despite the sense of foreboding everyone had while in it. They were already chatting happily about the food they hoped Sam would cook.
"Do you know, I would love some stew right about now," Merry said dreamily as he gathered firewood.
Pippin's eyes glazed over as Merry described the stew, his mouth watering at the image of the stew that had become fixed in his imagination. "Carrots, celery, parsnips, an onion or two, some fennel...that would be nice...a little bit of meat..." Merry continued on in this fashion for some time, before Frodo chimed in, "Personally, I don't care what we eat, although I have had the strangest wishes for mushrooms lately."
"Mushrooms....." Pippin and Merry chorused with a faraway look in their eyes.
Legolas and Gimli laughed. "I suppose, friend Gimli, that hobbits think with their stomachs," Legolas chuckled, "For if that were so, it would explain a great deal."
"Yes it would, Master Elf," the dwarf returned. "Although," he said with a small smile creeping across his generally taciturn features, "Maybe if some young hobbits would focus their attention on gathering firewood instead of their next meal, I would be willing to put a good word in with the cook." He winked at Legolas.
As Gimli had predicted, Merry and Pippin began to search in earnest for large pieces of firewood. Frodo shook his head and said, "At the rate they're going, they will probably step on every mushroom in the forest at least once!"
After collecting wood for the fire, the company sat down to breakfast while discussing what was to be done.
"I do not wholly trust the look of this forest. I think we should stay together rather than splitting up into groups," Boromir said
"Nonsense! This forest would not harm us, but I too think we should stay as a group rather than going off into several directions at once," Legolas nodded as he spoke.
"Of course the forest would not dare harm an elf," Gimli said as he ate. Legolas glared at him in mock severity.
"What think you, Ringbearer?" Aragorn asked Frodo.
"I agree with Boromir and Legolas. I think we should stay together," he said decisively.
"Alright then, if you are all finished, it is high time we were moving," Aragorn addressed the Fellowship.
The company was packing up and hoisting packs onto their backs when Legolas heard several voices far off and told Aragorn.
"Now what do you suppose that is all about?" Sam muttered to Frodo, who shrugged his shoulders in response. Aragorn motioned for the company to stay in their positions. They waited in utter silence.
Now the voices were loud enough for all of the company to hear. The first voice said, "What d'you think Hagrid wanted us out here for, eh? No offense, but we've got enough trouble on our plates without Umbridge finding us in the Forbidden Forest." A second voice responded, "Well, I hope it's something better than last time," the company heard a derisive snort from one of the voices' owners. "Since when has Hagrid ever shown us anything good in the forest?" a third voice asked in a heavily sarcastic tone.
As the voices continued talking, the Fellowship listened in mixed interest and hesitance. Out of nowhere, a fourth voice called out, "There yeh are! Come along, now, I've been waiting out here for a while, yeh know. Got summat great ter show yeh!" Dark whispers were heard from the first three voices when the fourth one said "summat ter show yeh", as well as earning a small gasp from Sam.
"I heard that voice when I first came here, I'd swear by it!" Sam breathed.
The voices were growing steadily closer, small rustlings in the underbrush nearby signaling their arrival. Boromir got into a stance that was easy to attack from, while Legolas aimed his bow in the voices' direction. Aragorn muttered to them, "Don't attack the minute they come unless they attack first."
At that moment, the voices owners stepped right in front of the Fellowship; there was a stunned silence, mostly as the Fellowship gazed in apprehension at the huge, wild bearded man who had arrived with three children in his wake.
The man and the children appeared to be just as flabbergasted by the sight if the Fellowship as the Fellowship was of them. The huge man stepped forward menacingly as the children drew long twigs from hidden places in their nearly identical black robes. Two of the children yelled, "Stupefy!" and red beams of light shot out of the twigs and hit Pippin in the face and Boromir in the chest, and they crumpled soundlessly to the forest floor. The hobbits cried out in anger and drew their swords, ready for whatever might happen next.
At this, Legolas shot an arrow quick as lightning, which embedded itself in the third child's left forearm, and the red-headed youth gave a yell of pain.
The man came towards them with a roar of rage similar to the hobbits and went straight for Aragorn. Aragorn was swifter however, and dodged the man's attack while swiping him with Anduríl. The two unhurt children helped the hurt one back out of the fray. The huge man's arms flailed in the hope of getting a hold on his assailant, as he had dropped his crossbow earlier on in shock. One of his arms came in contact with a small body that flew backward about three yards before hitting the ground. The thing he had hit had apparently been trying to get close enough to stab him with its small sword. Legolas released another shaft which hit the man on the top of his shoulder. The man pulled out the fletched part of the arrow, leaving about half of it still embedded in his body.
"HOW DARE YEH ATTACK US LIKE THA'!" he bellowed. He caught Aragorn a good blow, but the hardy ranger rose swiftly and attacked again. This time he was helped by the two remaining hobbits, Merry and Sam, who hacked at his legs as viciously as possible. Gimli tried to get a good hit in with his axe, but the man was two big and it didn't do much to his huge boots; they were the only thing in Gimli's range.
A huge amount of feet was suddenly heard by all of the members of the small war. Several cries more cries of "Stupefy!" were heard, right before the remaining members of the company fell into unconsciousness. A severe looking woman came through the trees with no fewer than ten other adults. She took one look at the Fellowship and said, "What in the world? Let's get them up to the castle, shall we? I'm going to have to talk to Dumbledore about this."
A/N: Yikes! And you thought you knew everyone! Although, if eight guys with swords, bows, and axes appeared right in front of you in the forest, you'd be scared too! Tell me what you think of this chapter, and I'll catch ya later.
A/N: Despite a disappointing lack of reviews, this piece is back! If only due to the fact that I actually like writing it; because I always thought it would be cool if this could happen. Review please, although all flames will be somehow harnessed to generate electricity for my computer, so that I can write more of this story! MWAHAHAHA!
*****Tales of the Nine****************************************************
The Fellowship rose early, still pondering their whereabouts. They decided to take a short breakfast before scouting around again. Gimli and Legolas went looking for firewood with Merry, Pippin, and Frodo, while Boromir elected to take a short patrol around the area and Sam and Aragorn would forage for some food.
Merry and Pippin were already somewhat at ease with the forest, despite the sense of foreboding everyone had while in it. They were already chatting happily about the food they hoped Sam would cook.
"Do you know, I would love some stew right about now," Merry said dreamily as he gathered firewood.
Pippin's eyes glazed over as Merry described the stew, his mouth watering at the image of the stew that had become fixed in his imagination. "Carrots, celery, parsnips, an onion or two, some fennel...that would be nice...a little bit of meat..." Merry continued on in this fashion for some time, before Frodo chimed in, "Personally, I don't care what we eat, although I have had the strangest wishes for mushrooms lately."
"Mushrooms....." Pippin and Merry chorused with a faraway look in their eyes.
Legolas and Gimli laughed. "I suppose, friend Gimli, that hobbits think with their stomachs," Legolas chuckled, "For if that were so, it would explain a great deal."
"Yes it would, Master Elf," the dwarf returned. "Although," he said with a small smile creeping across his generally taciturn features, "Maybe if some young hobbits would focus their attention on gathering firewood instead of their next meal, I would be willing to put a good word in with the cook." He winked at Legolas.
As Gimli had predicted, Merry and Pippin began to search in earnest for large pieces of firewood. Frodo shook his head and said, "At the rate they're going, they will probably step on every mushroom in the forest at least once!"
After collecting wood for the fire, the company sat down to breakfast while discussing what was to be done.
"I do not wholly trust the look of this forest. I think we should stay together rather than splitting up into groups," Boromir said
"Nonsense! This forest would not harm us, but I too think we should stay as a group rather than going off into several directions at once," Legolas nodded as he spoke.
"Of course the forest would not dare harm an elf," Gimli said as he ate. Legolas glared at him in mock severity.
"What think you, Ringbearer?" Aragorn asked Frodo.
"I agree with Boromir and Legolas. I think we should stay together," he said decisively.
"Alright then, if you are all finished, it is high time we were moving," Aragorn addressed the Fellowship.
The company was packing up and hoisting packs onto their backs when Legolas heard several voices far off and told Aragorn.
"Now what do you suppose that is all about?" Sam muttered to Frodo, who shrugged his shoulders in response. Aragorn motioned for the company to stay in their positions. They waited in utter silence.
Now the voices were loud enough for all of the company to hear. The first voice said, "What d'you think Hagrid wanted us out here for, eh? No offense, but we've got enough trouble on our plates without Umbridge finding us in the Forbidden Forest." A second voice responded, "Well, I hope it's something better than last time," the company heard a derisive snort from one of the voices' owners. "Since when has Hagrid ever shown us anything good in the forest?" a third voice asked in a heavily sarcastic tone.
As the voices continued talking, the Fellowship listened in mixed interest and hesitance. Out of nowhere, a fourth voice called out, "There yeh are! Come along, now, I've been waiting out here for a while, yeh know. Got summat great ter show yeh!" Dark whispers were heard from the first three voices when the fourth one said "summat ter show yeh", as well as earning a small gasp from Sam.
"I heard that voice when I first came here, I'd swear by it!" Sam breathed.
The voices were growing steadily closer, small rustlings in the underbrush nearby signaling their arrival. Boromir got into a stance that was easy to attack from, while Legolas aimed his bow in the voices' direction. Aragorn muttered to them, "Don't attack the minute they come unless they attack first."
At that moment, the voices owners stepped right in front of the Fellowship; there was a stunned silence, mostly as the Fellowship gazed in apprehension at the huge, wild bearded man who had arrived with three children in his wake.
The man and the children appeared to be just as flabbergasted by the sight if the Fellowship as the Fellowship was of them. The huge man stepped forward menacingly as the children drew long twigs from hidden places in their nearly identical black robes. Two of the children yelled, "Stupefy!" and red beams of light shot out of the twigs and hit Pippin in the face and Boromir in the chest, and they crumpled soundlessly to the forest floor. The hobbits cried out in anger and drew their swords, ready for whatever might happen next.
At this, Legolas shot an arrow quick as lightning, which embedded itself in the third child's left forearm, and the red-headed youth gave a yell of pain.
The man came towards them with a roar of rage similar to the hobbits and went straight for Aragorn. Aragorn was swifter however, and dodged the man's attack while swiping him with Anduríl. The two unhurt children helped the hurt one back out of the fray. The huge man's arms flailed in the hope of getting a hold on his assailant, as he had dropped his crossbow earlier on in shock. One of his arms came in contact with a small body that flew backward about three yards before hitting the ground. The thing he had hit had apparently been trying to get close enough to stab him with its small sword. Legolas released another shaft which hit the man on the top of his shoulder. The man pulled out the fletched part of the arrow, leaving about half of it still embedded in his body.
"HOW DARE YEH ATTACK US LIKE THA'!" he bellowed. He caught Aragorn a good blow, but the hardy ranger rose swiftly and attacked again. This time he was helped by the two remaining hobbits, Merry and Sam, who hacked at his legs as viciously as possible. Gimli tried to get a good hit in with his axe, but the man was two big and it didn't do much to his huge boots; they were the only thing in Gimli's range.
A huge amount of feet was suddenly heard by all of the members of the small war. Several cries more cries of "Stupefy!" were heard, right before the remaining members of the company fell into unconsciousness. A severe looking woman came through the trees with no fewer than ten other adults. She took one look at the Fellowship and said, "What in the world? Let's get them up to the castle, shall we? I'm going to have to talk to Dumbledore about this."
A/N: Yikes! And you thought you knew everyone! Although, if eight guys with swords, bows, and axes appeared right in front of you in the forest, you'd be scared too! Tell me what you think of this chapter, and I'll catch ya later.