Disclaimer-I don't own HP, LOTR, POTC or any other random things I might happen to put in here. I wish I did, I especially wish I owned Jack Sparrow, but alas, it is not so.

Okay all you happy people, this is my first real fic. This chapter is really short; I just want to see if you like it. Review and I write. If you all hate it, I'll stop. Thanks to SiriusSweetie7 for helping me come up with the basic plot, but all this is my writing, not hers. So, R/R, hope you like and on with the show!

Hogwarts' New Students

"I don't like the feeling in the air. It is tense. Tempers will break tonight," Legolas commented. He was the oldest first year Hogwarts had ever taken on, currently being about 6000 years old. He still didn't get why he was here, but he wasn't about to argue with The Valar.

"I know, people seem to have no respect for each other. Look at those two over there, the ones dueling. I didn't know we were allowed to do that. That looked painful," Frodo remarked as the sneering blond boy flew backwards and hit the wall, propelled by a beam from the dark haired boy.

"Good shot Harry!" The redhead cheered.

"You are so vile," a girl standing next to him complained. "Really, I can't believe you would sink to his level. I realize he pushed Harry too far this time, but this is no way to react. It's what he wanted. If we had gone to Professor McGonagall we could have gotten him in big trouble. You need to stop letting your temper get the better of you,"

"You sound like my mum talking to dad, you know that? It's disgusting," the redhead shot back.

"Do they have anything to drink?" asked Pippin anxiously, paying no attention to the conversation. "I'm parched. We've been walking a mighty long way,"

"Pip, we rode on a watchyacallit, a train, for the last three hours and you bought all the Pumpkin Juice the nice lady with the trolley had. We haven't walked much for days, we were on a ship before the train, then we had horses," Merry replied.

"I'm still thirsty!" Pippin complained,

"Where's the honor in a fight like that?" Aragorn asked, looking with disgust at the two boys dueling. "There's none! No passion no-"

"Arrie, learn how to shut your mouth. I'm hungry. Let's find food," Gimli strode towards the Great Hall with the rest of the Fellowship trailing behind. Even though the eight were first-years, Dumbledore had thought they might be daunting to the younger students, so they wouldn't be joining their classmates until the sorting began.

"Mr. Frodo, are you doing all right?" Sam asked in a worried tone. "Was the train alright? I know you don't like that new-fangled machinery, do you need to sit down,"

"I'm fine, Sam. I appreciate your concern, but I need some room. The train was fine, I'm all right,"

"No, you're not all right!" Sam burst out. "You've been moody ever since we got here. What's the matter?"

"NOTHING, Sam. I'll be alright,"

"Hmm, not as clean as Minas Tirith, larger than Edoras. I suppose it will have to do." Gandalf remarked as he inspected the hall. He slowly made his way towards the staff table, as he would be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The rest of the students began to enter the hall, though the two who had been fighting were absent. The Fellowship listened to the talk of the younger folk (aka eavesdropped).

"Did you see Snape? Those two are in for it. I feel bad for Potter though. He's going to be expelled for sure. I like him,"

"Malfoy was clobbering him, you great prats at Gryffindor could never take on a Slytherin,"

"You take that back or-"the redhead was interrupted as the girl next to him clapped her hand over his mouth as the boy he had been replying to sniggered. It was the same two who had been watching the duel.

"Or you'll what? Lost your temper and be expelled too? I'm sure your parents would be thrilled if that happened, now wouldn't they?" the boy blushed to the roots of his hair. "Come on" the girl pulled him to one of the four long tables and sat down, her long dirty blond hair swinging behind her.

"Well," Gimli remarked. "That was interesting.

Dumbledore watched the Fellowship troop into the hall. He sighed. Why did I make that stupid bet? He wondered yet again. His mind wandered back three years to the night it had all started. It was Friday and he had been over to Iluvatar's for poker. It was their tradition to play poker every other Friday. After they had both downed a couple glasses of ale, they had gotten to talking about the state of Middle Earth. The War of the Ring was just beginning, the players to appear.

"I'll bet ya that little hobbit thing will never destroy the Ring, not in a million years," Dumbledore had slurred. "Middle Earth will never survive,"

"I'll take that bet. Loser takes nine people of the other's choosing for a year," Iluvatar had replied. He had been looking forward to getting rid of the Fellowship, Dumbledore now knew.

"Sure," Dumbledore had grinned, thinking he would get rid of the Weasley twins. The two shook on it, and then began the bargain as to who those lucky nine would be. It ended up so-if Dumbledore lost; he would take Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli, Legolas, Gandalf, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin. If Iluvatar lost he would take Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred and George Weasley, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Lee Jordan. Dumbledore had forgotten about the bet until about two months ago, when Iluvatar had sent him a letter.

Dear Dumbledore,

Frodo destroyed the ring. You lose. They will arrive September 1st, at your start of term, with the exception of Boromir, who passed away. His replacement will be sent shortly. Good luck.

Iluvatar

Iluvatar

P.S. You're in for it unless you can feed four hobbits seven times a day.

P.P.S. I laugh at your misfortune

"Excuse me Sir, you might want to begin your speech. Everyone is ready." Dumbledore looked up in surprise at the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Another letter from Iluvatar had suggested him, and as no one else had applied, here he was.

"Thank you Gandalf."