Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. I will one day come to terms
with the fact that I will probably never own it. That day will not be for
a lllllooooonnnngggg time. I also don't own Harry Potter or The Mists of
Avalon.
A/N: Yet another chapter cometh for this story. Why do I write this? I have noooo clue. Am going to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind tomorrow, so I'm set for the weekend. Anywho, if you like this story, please review. All flames will be used for a scale model of Mt. Doom. Also, I have begun work on a LOTR parody of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which should be funny.
******Tales of the Nine***************************************************
Ron was still in a rather morose mood when the trio arrived back at the common room. The other two had noticed this, but Ron had been known to be short tempered, so they let the subject be until Ron himself brought it up.
"I wonder what they were doing in the forest?" Ron mused, half to himself.
Hermione looked up at him from the enormous book perched on her lap and said, "You're guess is as good as mine. I don't think that they're Voldemort–" she paused at the name and shuddered before continuing, "supporters. How could they not even have heard of him?"
"Let's find out," Harry suggested. He shoved himself to his feet, the warm glow from the fireplace throwing dancing lights on his form. He turned to face his two friends. Both of them looked at him as though he were insane.
"I'll be back in a minute," he said as he retreated up the staircase to the fifth year boys' dormitory. The other two heard him rummage around for something before he clumped back down the stairs with the shimmering invisibility cloak tucked under his left arm. He looked at them and said blatantly, "I'd like to know what they're doing here, and I'm going with or without you."
"Of course we're coming. I'm with you, mate, there's got to be more to this," Ron said as he crossed over to where Harry was standing. The two boys looked at Hermione. She was biting her lip in an effort to keep back her criticism; she eventually sighed and said, "Well, if you go, then so do I."
"One question," Ron said as they snuck out of the portrait hole, "How are we going to get into their cell? Dumbledore's not stupid, he'll have posted guards."
"They'll have to eat eventually, so why don't we just sneak down to the kitchens and wait until they bring the food down to them?" Hermione suggested.
"Good idea, Hermione!" Harry said in approval, "Besides, the house elves wouldn't give us away if they found out we were there. To the kitchens, then!" ************************************************************************
The Fellowship stared at the house elves that had brought them their food as well as the three children from the forest that had materialized in front of them from nowhere. The house elves quickly set the food down and left, all save one curious one who approached Frodo with a bit of apprehension.
"You is most certainly not a student, sir!" the elf squeaked at him.
"A student? I should think not, I'm a hobbit!" he said, suppressing a laugh.
"Forgive Dobby, sir; he was out of his place in asking. Good night sirs, and you too Harry Potter sir!" the elf bowed to the floor and said the last bit at the same time before hurrying out of the room, leaving the Fellowship and the children together.
"So your name is Harry Potter? I'm Peregrin Took, though most just call me Pippin, or Pip," Pippin said cheerily in an attempt to break the uncomfortable silence. Harry and Ron exchanged bewildered looks while the frizzy brown haired girl giggled.
"I'm Hermione." She extended a hand for Pippin to shake. "I'm very pleased to meet you."
After this show of civility towards Pippin, the other hobbits relaxed and introduced themselves to the children.
"I'm Meriadoc Brandybuck," Merry piped up.
Frodo and Sam remembered their manners and bowed while making their introductions.
"Frodo Baggins at your service," Frodo said.
"Sam Gamgee at yours," said Sam.
"Ron Weasley," said the red haired boy.
"I guess you already know my name," said the dark haired boy, rather gloomily it seemed.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Pippin chortled, "this is Legolas the elf, Gimli son of Gloín the Dwarf, Boromir of Gondor, and Aragorn, son of Arathorn, also known as –"
"Something tells me one could go one for quite a while if they wished to recite all of Aragorn's names," Legolas chuckled as he interrupted Pippin's recitations for the sake of everyone's sanity. Aragorn looked at Legolas with a mock- angry face at this.
"Pardon my asking, sirs..." Ron and Harry again exchanged looks as Sam said this, this time their looks were amused ones, "but would you mind if I asked who you are and where we are? I've never heard of no Hogwarts, if y'follow me."
"We're students here. This is a school," Hermione explained.
"What sort of things do you learn at this school?" Gimli asked out of pure curiosity.
Ron opened his mouth too explain this detail when Harry nudged him forcefully in the ribs. The two of them muttered that they needed to be excused for a second and pulled Hermione into a huddle in the corner with them.
"Ron, what if they're muggles?" Harry asked.
"Muggles? I don't think they could be muggles! Look at them, for God's sake!"
"But we don't know, do we? I mean, they didn't know who Voldemort was. Every wizard knows who he is."
Hermione chipped in with her two cents. "I understand where you're coming from Harry, but I don't think they're muggles. I did hear one of them mutter something to Flitwick on their way down to the dungeons about how they had wizards where he came from."
At this, Harry abated and shrugged his shoulders. Taking this as a sign of resignation, the other two hurried back to the others and Harry followed. Soon they were all deep in conversation. The Fellowship had told Harry, Ron, and Hermione about where they came from, though what they were actually doing none would say, not even the talkative Pippin. The children eventually gathered that they were from different areas of a place called Middle Earth and that they were all of different races. When they learned that Legolas was an elf, the children began to laugh.
"What is so amusing?" the elf asked perplexedly.
"You can't be an elf!" Harry said.
"Why can I not be an elf?" he asked.
"Elves are, like, two feet tall and constantly running around serving food! Wait a minute, you have to remember the things that brought the food, right?" Ron said all this and motioned to the empty plates; the children had been amazed by the hobbits appetites. "Dobby, the one that asked what Frodo was, he was an elf!"
This time it was the Fellowship's turn to laugh.
"That is absurd! There are no such elves where I come from," Legolas said as he smiled.
Meanwhile, Hermione had asked Ron the time only to find it was fifteen minutes to curfew. She was forced to cut short her talk with Pippin as she hissed at the boys that it was time to leave. The children promised to talk to Dumbledore for the Fellowship members, so that they could leave the dungeon as free men, or rather, assorted races. They then said good bye and headed back to their dormitories.
The Fellowship then decided to bed down for the night. Frodo stayed awake awhile before succumbing to sleep; plagued vaguely by the anxiety of finishing his quest and wondering how to do it in this odd place. He finally gave up and decided to think of it on the morrow, and he promptly fell asleep.
A/N: Yet another chapter cometh for this story. Why do I write this? I have noooo clue. Am going to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind tomorrow, so I'm set for the weekend. Anywho, if you like this story, please review. All flames will be used for a scale model of Mt. Doom. Also, I have begun work on a LOTR parody of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which should be funny.
******Tales of the Nine***************************************************
Ron was still in a rather morose mood when the trio arrived back at the common room. The other two had noticed this, but Ron had been known to be short tempered, so they let the subject be until Ron himself brought it up.
"I wonder what they were doing in the forest?" Ron mused, half to himself.
Hermione looked up at him from the enormous book perched on her lap and said, "You're guess is as good as mine. I don't think that they're Voldemort–" she paused at the name and shuddered before continuing, "supporters. How could they not even have heard of him?"
"Let's find out," Harry suggested. He shoved himself to his feet, the warm glow from the fireplace throwing dancing lights on his form. He turned to face his two friends. Both of them looked at him as though he were insane.
"I'll be back in a minute," he said as he retreated up the staircase to the fifth year boys' dormitory. The other two heard him rummage around for something before he clumped back down the stairs with the shimmering invisibility cloak tucked under his left arm. He looked at them and said blatantly, "I'd like to know what they're doing here, and I'm going with or without you."
"Of course we're coming. I'm with you, mate, there's got to be more to this," Ron said as he crossed over to where Harry was standing. The two boys looked at Hermione. She was biting her lip in an effort to keep back her criticism; she eventually sighed and said, "Well, if you go, then so do I."
"One question," Ron said as they snuck out of the portrait hole, "How are we going to get into their cell? Dumbledore's not stupid, he'll have posted guards."
"They'll have to eat eventually, so why don't we just sneak down to the kitchens and wait until they bring the food down to them?" Hermione suggested.
"Good idea, Hermione!" Harry said in approval, "Besides, the house elves wouldn't give us away if they found out we were there. To the kitchens, then!" ************************************************************************
The Fellowship stared at the house elves that had brought them their food as well as the three children from the forest that had materialized in front of them from nowhere. The house elves quickly set the food down and left, all save one curious one who approached Frodo with a bit of apprehension.
"You is most certainly not a student, sir!" the elf squeaked at him.
"A student? I should think not, I'm a hobbit!" he said, suppressing a laugh.
"Forgive Dobby, sir; he was out of his place in asking. Good night sirs, and you too Harry Potter sir!" the elf bowed to the floor and said the last bit at the same time before hurrying out of the room, leaving the Fellowship and the children together.
"So your name is Harry Potter? I'm Peregrin Took, though most just call me Pippin, or Pip," Pippin said cheerily in an attempt to break the uncomfortable silence. Harry and Ron exchanged bewildered looks while the frizzy brown haired girl giggled.
"I'm Hermione." She extended a hand for Pippin to shake. "I'm very pleased to meet you."
After this show of civility towards Pippin, the other hobbits relaxed and introduced themselves to the children.
"I'm Meriadoc Brandybuck," Merry piped up.
Frodo and Sam remembered their manners and bowed while making their introductions.
"Frodo Baggins at your service," Frodo said.
"Sam Gamgee at yours," said Sam.
"Ron Weasley," said the red haired boy.
"I guess you already know my name," said the dark haired boy, rather gloomily it seemed.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Pippin chortled, "this is Legolas the elf, Gimli son of Gloín the Dwarf, Boromir of Gondor, and Aragorn, son of Arathorn, also known as –"
"Something tells me one could go one for quite a while if they wished to recite all of Aragorn's names," Legolas chuckled as he interrupted Pippin's recitations for the sake of everyone's sanity. Aragorn looked at Legolas with a mock- angry face at this.
"Pardon my asking, sirs..." Ron and Harry again exchanged looks as Sam said this, this time their looks were amused ones, "but would you mind if I asked who you are and where we are? I've never heard of no Hogwarts, if y'follow me."
"We're students here. This is a school," Hermione explained.
"What sort of things do you learn at this school?" Gimli asked out of pure curiosity.
Ron opened his mouth too explain this detail when Harry nudged him forcefully in the ribs. The two of them muttered that they needed to be excused for a second and pulled Hermione into a huddle in the corner with them.
"Ron, what if they're muggles?" Harry asked.
"Muggles? I don't think they could be muggles! Look at them, for God's sake!"
"But we don't know, do we? I mean, they didn't know who Voldemort was. Every wizard knows who he is."
Hermione chipped in with her two cents. "I understand where you're coming from Harry, but I don't think they're muggles. I did hear one of them mutter something to Flitwick on their way down to the dungeons about how they had wizards where he came from."
At this, Harry abated and shrugged his shoulders. Taking this as a sign of resignation, the other two hurried back to the others and Harry followed. Soon they were all deep in conversation. The Fellowship had told Harry, Ron, and Hermione about where they came from, though what they were actually doing none would say, not even the talkative Pippin. The children eventually gathered that they were from different areas of a place called Middle Earth and that they were all of different races. When they learned that Legolas was an elf, the children began to laugh.
"What is so amusing?" the elf asked perplexedly.
"You can't be an elf!" Harry said.
"Why can I not be an elf?" he asked.
"Elves are, like, two feet tall and constantly running around serving food! Wait a minute, you have to remember the things that brought the food, right?" Ron said all this and motioned to the empty plates; the children had been amazed by the hobbits appetites. "Dobby, the one that asked what Frodo was, he was an elf!"
This time it was the Fellowship's turn to laugh.
"That is absurd! There are no such elves where I come from," Legolas said as he smiled.
Meanwhile, Hermione had asked Ron the time only to find it was fifteen minutes to curfew. She was forced to cut short her talk with Pippin as she hissed at the boys that it was time to leave. The children promised to talk to Dumbledore for the Fellowship members, so that they could leave the dungeon as free men, or rather, assorted races. They then said good bye and headed back to their dormitories.
The Fellowship then decided to bed down for the night. Frodo stayed awake awhile before succumbing to sleep; plagued vaguely by the anxiety of finishing his quest and wondering how to do it in this odd place. He finally gave up and decided to think of it on the morrow, and he promptly fell asleep.