Disclaimer: Dear Eru, please, please let me buy LOTR. Or at least Frodo.
What's that you say? I CAN'T HAVE THEM!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO! Damn.
Ladies, gentlemen, elves, dwarves, and hobbits, I don't own or make a
profit from any portion of the Lord of the Rings, The Mists of Avalon, or
Harry Potter. I would desperately love to though.
A/N: In an act of utterly shameless self promotion, I have decided to mention that my other fanfic will be up soon. I will also put up no more of these darned annoying A/Ns. Please review, all flames will be used for the beacons of Gondor in the event of an emergency.
********Tales of the Nine*************************************************
The grass rustled softly underfoot as the young woman walked as silently as she could. The first thaw of the season had occurred earlier that morning, so the beads of dew still clung to the grass as the stars shone overhead. The full moon was out, and the woman's shadow was cast on the ground as she moved slowly towards the woods, her dark blue cloak blending in with the night; several others also accompanied her, moving to a special spot for this night.
The young woman looked up and straight ahead of her. In the seven years since her arrival here at the Isle of Apples, she had seen many things, strange things. But these past few nights had been some of the oddest. Still she moved onward, the others trailing like some large dark omens of death, robed in blue and bathed in moonlight.
She came to the beginning of a large hill and began to climb, thinking all the while of what she and the others were going to be doing. Had it really become so bad that they need resort to this? She'd always known of the power the Holy Isle had, but since she had witnessed first hand and even participated in it, but she never thought that it had been so powerful as to summon and transport those between lands. She cleared her head of all of these things as she made her way to the top of the hill. Even at this hour, she could hear the monks at the church singing slow, mournful sounding hymns.
The woman reached the top of the hill and stepped into the ring stones that surrounded the summit of the Tor on the Holy Isle of Avalon. There were two women already waiting there, silent and motionless, nearly indistinguishable from the surrounding boulders in the frail light. The young woman stopped and the others who had followed her stood themselves beside her so that they formed a circle in the middle of the Tor.
The women all cast down their hoods. Beneath the hoods lay an assortment of faces, all wearing the eternally calm look of the training they had undergone and the blue crescent moon mark of the Priestesses of Avalon.
One of the women who had been waiting on the Tor for the others spoke to them. A small woman she was, but power and confidence radiated from her no longer young frame.
"You know why you are here," she said to the others. "When the great evil entered this world, we thought we could get rid of it on our own, but since it has allied itself with so many other evil ones..." there was a bitter tone to her voice as she spoke; she clearly blamed someone but decided not to name him, "we have no choice but to ally ourselves with those from distant lands."
The woman to the old one's right was ever silent, but she nodded at the end of the statement. The young woman who had led them all up the Tor spoke out, her low pitched voice devoid of any discernable emotion; her face was a mask of serenity.
"We know this, Viviane, but what can we do?"
"Patience, Morgaine my child, I will come to that," the old one called Viviane said as she motioned with her hands. "I have called you up here to say that the time is now. If we don't contact them within the next month, this evil will utmost definitely engulf Avalon. We may be able to hold out a while longer, but we need help to keep everyone elsewhere safe. I require the assistance of Morgaine, but the others of you need to know what is happening if all goes as we fear." She paused with a thin, chilling catlike smile on her face, "Although, if the evil comes here, I doubt we will need to fear."
The other priestesses nodded and made their silent way back down the Tor. Morgaine stepped up to Viviane and the silent one beside her, known as Raven.
"I liked your part at the end," Morgaine said with a light smirk.
Viviane looked at her sharply before motioning for the two younger priestesses to follow her. The three made their way down the Tor, past the House of Maidens, until they finally stopped at the Well. Viviane looked at Morgaine again.
"You must look into the water and tell me what you see. Try to see where they are."
Morgaine sighed and obliged, clearing her mind as she looked into the pool.
"They are...at a great stone building," she began, her voice changing from its usual controlled pitch to the voice of a trance. "They have found the young ones.....they...they are prisoners.....but they have begun to befriend the young ones."
"That is good," Viviane said approvingly.
"The small ones have made friends with the children.......they question why they have been brought...brought to that place, though. They don't understand why....but they will come to realize it soon enough."
"You may stop. Come back," Viviane commanded.
Morgaine came out of her trance and looked at Viviane. These strange people could really help them? She was not entirely sure, but she would trust Viviane's judgment and help in any way she could; she wasn't Lady of the Lake for nothing. After all, some of her family was still out in the rest of the world; Viviane wasn't even her only aunt. Morgause and her son, Viviane's sons, and her own brother Gwydion and her mother Igraine were out there.
Morgaine wondered many things about the strangers who would come, but she was patient and decided to wait until they came. She hadn't even known there were other worlds until Viviane and some of the older priestesses had decided to bring them here as a last resort to help them. She shook her head; it was too overwhelming. She would have to sort it out back at her room at the House of Maidens. She bowed to Viviane and set off to the House of Maidens with her friend Raven the ever present shadow following her.
A/N: I know it's a short chapter, but it needed to be written to semi- explain what the Fellowship was doing at Hogwarts. It will be a lot clearer later on. Thanx for reading!
A/N: In an act of utterly shameless self promotion, I have decided to mention that my other fanfic will be up soon. I will also put up no more of these darned annoying A/Ns. Please review, all flames will be used for the beacons of Gondor in the event of an emergency.
********Tales of the Nine*************************************************
The grass rustled softly underfoot as the young woman walked as silently as she could. The first thaw of the season had occurred earlier that morning, so the beads of dew still clung to the grass as the stars shone overhead. The full moon was out, and the woman's shadow was cast on the ground as she moved slowly towards the woods, her dark blue cloak blending in with the night; several others also accompanied her, moving to a special spot for this night.
The young woman looked up and straight ahead of her. In the seven years since her arrival here at the Isle of Apples, she had seen many things, strange things. But these past few nights had been some of the oddest. Still she moved onward, the others trailing like some large dark omens of death, robed in blue and bathed in moonlight.
She came to the beginning of a large hill and began to climb, thinking all the while of what she and the others were going to be doing. Had it really become so bad that they need resort to this? She'd always known of the power the Holy Isle had, but since she had witnessed first hand and even participated in it, but she never thought that it had been so powerful as to summon and transport those between lands. She cleared her head of all of these things as she made her way to the top of the hill. Even at this hour, she could hear the monks at the church singing slow, mournful sounding hymns.
The woman reached the top of the hill and stepped into the ring stones that surrounded the summit of the Tor on the Holy Isle of Avalon. There were two women already waiting there, silent and motionless, nearly indistinguishable from the surrounding boulders in the frail light. The young woman stopped and the others who had followed her stood themselves beside her so that they formed a circle in the middle of the Tor.
The women all cast down their hoods. Beneath the hoods lay an assortment of faces, all wearing the eternally calm look of the training they had undergone and the blue crescent moon mark of the Priestesses of Avalon.
One of the women who had been waiting on the Tor for the others spoke to them. A small woman she was, but power and confidence radiated from her no longer young frame.
"You know why you are here," she said to the others. "When the great evil entered this world, we thought we could get rid of it on our own, but since it has allied itself with so many other evil ones..." there was a bitter tone to her voice as she spoke; she clearly blamed someone but decided not to name him, "we have no choice but to ally ourselves with those from distant lands."
The woman to the old one's right was ever silent, but she nodded at the end of the statement. The young woman who had led them all up the Tor spoke out, her low pitched voice devoid of any discernable emotion; her face was a mask of serenity.
"We know this, Viviane, but what can we do?"
"Patience, Morgaine my child, I will come to that," the old one called Viviane said as she motioned with her hands. "I have called you up here to say that the time is now. If we don't contact them within the next month, this evil will utmost definitely engulf Avalon. We may be able to hold out a while longer, but we need help to keep everyone elsewhere safe. I require the assistance of Morgaine, but the others of you need to know what is happening if all goes as we fear." She paused with a thin, chilling catlike smile on her face, "Although, if the evil comes here, I doubt we will need to fear."
The other priestesses nodded and made their silent way back down the Tor. Morgaine stepped up to Viviane and the silent one beside her, known as Raven.
"I liked your part at the end," Morgaine said with a light smirk.
Viviane looked at her sharply before motioning for the two younger priestesses to follow her. The three made their way down the Tor, past the House of Maidens, until they finally stopped at the Well. Viviane looked at Morgaine again.
"You must look into the water and tell me what you see. Try to see where they are."
Morgaine sighed and obliged, clearing her mind as she looked into the pool.
"They are...at a great stone building," she began, her voice changing from its usual controlled pitch to the voice of a trance. "They have found the young ones.....they...they are prisoners.....but they have begun to befriend the young ones."
"That is good," Viviane said approvingly.
"The small ones have made friends with the children.......they question why they have been brought...brought to that place, though. They don't understand why....but they will come to realize it soon enough."
"You may stop. Come back," Viviane commanded.
Morgaine came out of her trance and looked at Viviane. These strange people could really help them? She was not entirely sure, but she would trust Viviane's judgment and help in any way she could; she wasn't Lady of the Lake for nothing. After all, some of her family was still out in the rest of the world; Viviane wasn't even her only aunt. Morgause and her son, Viviane's sons, and her own brother Gwydion and her mother Igraine were out there.
Morgaine wondered many things about the strangers who would come, but she was patient and decided to wait until they came. She hadn't even known there were other worlds until Viviane and some of the older priestesses had decided to bring them here as a last resort to help them. She shook her head; it was too overwhelming. She would have to sort it out back at her room at the House of Maidens. She bowed to Viviane and set off to the House of Maidens with her friend Raven the ever present shadow following her.
A/N: I know it's a short chapter, but it needed to be written to semi- explain what the Fellowship was doing at Hogwarts. It will be a lot clearer later on. Thanx for reading!