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Note: As I have gotten some...worries, I will say it now, there will
be absolutely no pairings with HP characters and LotR
characters, I promise you that, 'sides, unless I brought Snape in,
we are talking about three seventeen year old kids and a bunch of 40
year olds! There is something just, just creepy there! And if you
haven't read the darn books by these two wonderful authors!!!! You
are missing out if you don't! Oh, and I looked at those stories,
very...different. ;
Warning: Never smack yourself with
large books, especially involving these books, you may damage the
book, and it may be unreversable.
CHAPTER TWO
'Oh how are we gonna get them out of there, how are we gonna explain this, what will Dumbledore think, we could get expelled!' Ron paced back and forth between the two rows of beds, seeming not to breathe at all during his rant.
'Ron, since when do you worry about getting expelled?' Asked Harry, after all they did come perilously every year, he thought that really shouldn't be one of his top priorities, well, except what happened in 5th year. He quickly stopped that train of thought, the past is the past he said firmly to himself.
Ron gave him a look. 'Well, whenever we were in danger of being expelled before, it was for good reason, sneaking passed Fluffy, freeing the hippogriff, the polyjuice potion,' He smirked at Hermoine.
'Would you both please give it a rest? How was I supposed to know it was cat hair? It was the same bloody colour as her hair!' She snatched the map from Harry, it looked as if they all had finally become untangled, the hobbits' names and Legolas' clustered together and the others spaced apart, Olorin's the furthest of all. 'Wonder what is happening now, oh, Dumbledore is moving.' They all quietly watched, what would happen next? Would they be found out?
'That's it.' Ron said sternly. 'We are going and finding a way to get them out of their, I have a plan.'
'Why doesn't that help my nerves?' Mumbled Hermoine to Harry, who coughed to hide his laughter.
'Just hurry up.' He grumbled, grabbing both their arms.
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'I understand you all seem to be out of place, and therefore a bit uncomfortable, so I will say it once again, what in Merlin's name are you doing in my office?' They all stared rather dumbly at the headmaster.
'He looks like Gandalf.' Whispered Legolas, frowning up at Olorin.
'Gandalf the Violet?' Ventured Pippin taking in the robes he was wearing, he was greeted with laughter.
'Hardly my dear. Pip was it? I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.' He stood, walking towards them, offering Olorin of all of them his hand.
He received a cold smile, and a slight glance at his hand.
Frodo stood straight. 'I am very glad to meet you sir, and am quite sure I have no idea why I am here- did you say wizardry?.'
Dumbledore smiled. 'Yes I did, now where are you all from?' He said in a slightly sterner tone, looking at the elfling.
'Shire.' Four voices said in unison.
'Mirkwood.' The tiny elfling.
'Rivendell, sort of.' Aragorn.
'Gondor.' Boromir, who was giving Frodo funny glances.
'Misty Mountains.' Came Gimli.
'I come from the Grey Havens myself.' Olorin said. Surprise passed through much of the crowd.
'Gandalf came from across the sea? Who woulda thunk it?' Murmured Sam, staring with mild surprise at him.
'It is Olorin thank you, and what pray tell are you.' Sam glared.
'You should know most of all Gandalf. I am a hobbit, as plainly as Mr. Merry, Mr. Frodo and Pippin are.' He crossed his arms in front of him, glaring up at the extremely snooty wizard.
He rolled his eyes and walked to a chair sitting down with smooth grace, his sharp features almost elvish. 'I have no reason to know you, or what the rest of you are, frankly I would like to get home as soon as possible, and forget all of you.' Pippin pushed the tip of his nose up, and nodded towards Olorin, making Merry snicker.
'Hobbits.' He grumbled, shaking his head.
'Its Gandalf alright.' Murmured Pippin with a smile.
'I am sure that I am glad to meet you all, though, frankly, I have never heard of any of the places you speak of. It seems you are all out of your element.' Dumbledore took out his wand and quickly transfigured eight more chairs from a handful of knuts, motioning for them all to sit.
The hobbits clung to the edges, dragging themselves up on, for them, the oversized chairs, before sitting back and seeming to almost disappear in the cushions. Legolas, at their size, easily leapt up onto one of the many seats, sitting on his legs for extra leverage, right near the edge.
Dumbledore quickly moved around his desk, taking his seat again. 'Alright, now we are all properly introduced, lets see if we can figure out how to get you all home.' He paused for a moment. 'Does the name Voldermort mean anything to you?' He questioned, glancing about, all faces looked blank. 'Just checking.' He explained absently.
'Do you know of The Dark Lord, Sauron?' Queried Boromir, eyeing him critically, obviously thinking of Sarumon's betrayal.
Dumbledore shook his head, glancing at all of them, noticing that the hobbits known as Merry, Pippin, and Sam, looked ill at the name. 'I take it that he is like our Voldermort.' He mumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose, before pulling out a large book.
'Butterscotchsicle.' He murmerrred tapping it with his wand, it immediately sprung open, though the pages were blank.
'Now lets say, we look for Mirkwood, hmm?' He asked, smiling at Legolas, then tapping the book again, speaking. 'Show me Mirkwood.'
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'This was you big plan?' Hermoine said disbelievingly, staring at Ron.
He sighed. 'Well, they have to come out of their sometime, at least one of them, then we can talk to them and explain, and you can find a way to send them back, the whole fixing the messes is really your area of expertise.' He gave her the sweetest smile possible, she cuffed his ear.
'Ron, I gotta agree with Hermoine this time, this is a lousy-' Harry shut his mouth as the Gargoyle creaked, moving slowly. 'Never mind...' He muttered, they waited, all suddenly a little more thankful for Harry's invisibility cloak.
'...Way, it isn't that far.' They heard Dumbledore's voice drifting down to them, just before he came into sight.
'So-so we aren't real?' Came a youthful voice, 'Frodo.' Mouthed Ron for Harry's benefit, though he had no idea who it was. He just saw a creepy little kid with really big, hairy feet.
'Those are the most disturbing feet I have ever seen.' He whispered back to him, Ron barely stifled his giggles, Hermoine rolled her eyes.
'He is a hobbit Harry, of course his feet aren't the same as ours.' She murmured matter-of-factly.
'That is just fine, I still don't know what that is.'
They watched as they passed, Ron waiting for something. Suddenly they saw another hobbit pass, just behind all the others, apparently he had stubbed his toe and had taken a moment to rub it, when Ron saw him, he dove, putting his hand firmly over his mouth and tugging him back.
He attacked Ron, desperately trying to get free of his grasp, Ron started to hastily whisper in his ear, and he stilled.
'This is Samwise Gamgee.' He said with a grin to the other two, Harry gave a weak smile.
'Nice to meet you.' He put out his hand, Hermoine nodded to him, smiling.
'So, who are all of you? Begging yer pardon.' Sam asked, shaking Harry's hand.
'That is Harry Potter, Hermoine Granger, and my full name is Ronald Weasley, stick to Ron.'
Sam nodded, taking it in stride. 'So, you said you knew what happened to all of us, right?'
The trio nodded, Hermoine glaring noticeably at Ron.
'Don't give me that look 'Moine, it wasn't my total fault!' She and Harry stared at him hard. 'Well it couldn't comp-'They continued to stare. 'Okay, I shouldn't go barging in on you in the middle of a spell, but, I didn't even know what you were doing! If you had simply let me in on it, it would have never happened.'
'Ron, we could have let you know, put up warning sides, and a layer of wards, and you still would have done it.' Ron glared, turning back to Sam.
'Now Sam, may I call you Sam?' He nodded. 'We need you to get the rest of the Fellowship away from Dumbledore and somewhere we can hold you till we find a way to send you all back. Can you do that?'
'Pfft, child's play, where and when should we meet you?' They glanced at one another. 'Whats say we find you, midnight, alright?' Sam nodded, and turned, running to try and catch up with the group.
'He is so small, and what the hell are with those feet? And don't give me 'he's a hobbit Harry, 'cause I have no clue what that means.' Harry said in touchily, Ron laughed.
'Ah, finally I get to explain something to you; a hobbit is a humanoid creature, living in the Shire. They dislike the 'big people' as in us humans and-.'
'Have you been taking lessons from Hermoine? I mean, up to a point it was amusing, now you are just scaring me.' Ron swatted him.
'Well you did ask, don't complain to me.' Hermoine and Harry laughed at him.
'Good lord Ron, you do sound like me! My own little apprentice.' She said, fondly ruffling his hair.
He shoved her hand away. 'Oh, come on, we have to look up a way to get out of this, lets go-'
'To the library.' Harry and Hermoine said together, ducking an attack from Ron, running away from him, laughing and throwing more insult/jokes at him.
'I swear, if there is no way to return them. I'll-' He started, cut off by Hermoine.
'You'll what? Hide away and hope for the best?' She rolled her eyes.
'Well, pretty much.' He said, walking ahead of the other two.
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'So, Mr. Dumbledore, where might I ask, are you leading us?' Sam asked a moment after he caught up with the group, Frodo gave him a curious look, but said nothing.
'I would be taking you to a wing in which you can be put up in, I am sure it will be comfortable enough for now, I hope so at least, though, in these old castles you never know. And that makes me think of-' He cut himself off. 'Sorry, I do tend to get a little carried away at times when I talk.' He chuckled.
'He is lots more like Gandalf.' Legolas said firmly, looking around the group, as if daring any of them to disagree.
'He does, wonder if they might be brothers or something.' Frodo said to him with a smile, the elfling beamed.
'If he has a brother, he must have a mum n' father, boy they must be really old.' He said, more to himself, his eyes widening in amazement, Frodo smiled.
Aragorn looked about the small group, frowning. ' There is one thing that is bothering me, why were we the ones to be picked? How in the world are we linked?' Three hobbits and one human shared a look.
'Uh...'
'Well...'
'How much you can know, I'm not-'
'We traveled together.' Boromir said casually, Sam, Pippin and Merry looking decidedly uncomfortable.
'Er, right.' Merry said, glancing at the others, waiting for a sign, he knew they knew nothing of the fellowship, and wouldn't know why in the world they would traveled together.
The reactions were varied, somewhat. Aragorn gave a cough, staring at them all, as if trying to remember any of them, Olorin gave a disgusted sniff, looking down his nose at them all, Gimli stared at Legolas, obviously disbelieving he would travel with an elf, no matter the age of the creature, Frodo was staring at his two cousins and gardener, frowning, Legolas was playing with some crumbling brick he had picked up, seemingly unaware of what was being said.
'Alright, why would we travel together? I mean, I can understand Gandalf, er, Olorin, I have known him my whole life, I think, and Legolas also...uh, if he were to grow up a couple thousand years or so.' He muttered, staring at the small creature that was supposed to be a deadly archer, who was now, poking a small furry thing he had found, giggling.
'That would be the aanbiddelijk, cute isn't he?' Legolas smiled up at the old headmaster.
'anbde- aanbideelikj, that's a funny name.' He said thoughtfully, looking at it closely, a soft high squeaking purr came from it, widening his smile.
Sam was feeling unnaturally tense, when would they get to the rooms? This was one reason he did not mind Gandalf sailing, did all old wizards just dodder about like this, or was it just these two? He pondered this as he made his way to the out of the way, rarely used wing.
'Here we are, this is a nice, out of the way, rarely used wing, things should be fairly quiet down here.' He gestured to a room, a meeting area, he explained, then took them each to their own room. They settled comfortably. One hobbit however, waited, listening to retreating footsteps, once he was sure they were a ways away, he quickly stood, leaving his room to knock on the doors of all the others.
'I think we have some help....' And he slowly began to explain about the trio he had just met.
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