::Minerva gets out a shotgun and points it at Sam::
Artemis: Um, Minerva...what are you doing with that shotgun?
Minerva: ::puts gun away quickly:: Nothing!
Artemis: Minerva, you know what I said about killing off hobbits.
Minerva: ::whines: But I really wanna! Please?
Artemis: ::shakes head:: Just to clue in you readers, Minerva had a wee bit of trouble with Mr. Gamgee in this chapter.
Minerva: .....more than a wee bit...that's what took me so long to get this chapter done! Can I PLEASE kill him? It would make things go a lot quicker....
Artemis: Ya know Minerva, it was easy to do the HP characters: Hermione: Know it all Luna: Doesn't talk-makes no sense when does Harry: Frodo before puberty Ron: British
Minerva: At least they don't depend on someone else for their personalities, and Dumbledore could kick Gandalf's ass.
Artemis: Despite that little bit of mistruth I'm sure you will all enjoy the preformance of Samwise, and feel free to compliment Minerva on her portrayal-she needs the reinforcement. Enjoy!
Alius Latus
Chapter Three: Ando Mesta
Harry thought that Wood's Quidditch practices were the toughest physical endurance that
he would ever have to encounter. But what they were doing now made those practices
seem like a light rain compared to a hurricane. He had never run this much in his entire
life, and knew that none of his friends had either. And this Strider bloke wouldn't give it
a rest! Harry didn't know that it was humanly possible to run this much this fast. And he
probably wouldn't have been able to do this if it weren't for the fact that Strider had his
wand. The surprising thing was that Hermione and Luna were doing much better than
Harry and Ron with keeping up. If it were up to Harry and Ron they would be riding
their brooms instead of running, but Hermione had insisted that it was much too
dangerous to let any of the strange company that they were keeping know that they had
brooms. The fact that Strider and what he had called 'hobbits' couldn't see the brooms in
the first place meant that they were clearly muggles and the Ministry of Magic would be
furious if they knew that the now golden quartet had spilled the entire wizarding world's
secret. They were angry at Harry enough not to have this added on. So they ran. And
ran. And then ran some more. However, it didn't seem that Harry and Ron were the only
people having trouble catching up with Strider. The fat hobbit from the rock was
breathing heavily only a few feet in front of Harry and Ron, who were keeping back
anyway discussing possible ways to ride their brooms without being caught by Hermione
or anyone else that they were traveling with.
"Maybe if we mount them really close to the ground and wave out our legs as if
we are running no one will notice. In plus they are all so far ahead of us they wont even
know!" Ron whispered. Harry shook his head.
"Ron I don't think that we should be worried about getting on our brooms..we
should be focusing on how to get our wands back! What if Voldemort attacks?"
Ron shuddered. "Don't say that name!" He hissed. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Anyway," Ron continued. "If we don't figure out how to ride out brooms, we'll never
catch up with them anyway! Then we won't be able to get..."
"Shhh!" Harry interrupted. It seemed that Ron's voice had risen a little too loud and the
fat hobbit in front of them was looked at the two suspiciously. Ron lowered his voice
again.
",our wands!"
The two best friends continued to argue in hushed voices until suddenly Ron ran into
someone quite short standing right in front of them. It was the fat Hobbit and he looked
furious.
"Just what are you two plotting? Out with it!" He demanded accusingly.
"Us?" Harry asked in the most innocent voice he could muster. " We're not
plotting anything! So why don't you get out of our way!" The fat hobbit just glared at
Harry but didn't move. So the-boy-who-lived went to help Ron up from the fall and
ignored him. But as soon as the two of them tried to start running again the hobbit
stepped in front of them.
"I'm not letting you get anywhere near Mr. Frodo! I'll kill you if you try
anything!" Ron and Harry looked at each other, confused.
"Why would we want to go near your Mr. Frodo? Now if you don't move, we
won't be anywhere near him anyway because we are unable to catch up! So step aside."
And secretly Harry added to himself, 'I'm the bloody boy-who-lived, I doubt that some
small man could kill me or Ron!'
"I won't! And don't act like you don't know what Mr. Frodo is carrying. I heard
the two of you talking. You want it!"
"Want what?" Ron spurted out. The hobbit just glared at them, still refusing.
Shrugging their shoulders, the two best friends decided to just go around the hobbit. It
wasn't like he was any match for them. But as soon as they did they noticed that none of
the company that they were traveling with were in sight at all. Ron gasped.
"Harry where are they?"
"No clue, but I think now would be a good time to use our brooms." Ron nodded
in agreement. They both placed their brooms on the ground and quietly said, "Up!"
As they mounted Harry turned to the hobbit who was standing there looking very
confused.
"Ron what are we going to do about him? We can't just leave him here!"
"Take him on your broom with you! Come on we don't have time to discuss this.
We need to find the girls!"
So Harry (who had had weight training with Quidditch.) lifted the hobbit off the ground
and onto his broom before the small man could protest. They flew fast and low, Harry in
the lead because of his Firebolt. The hobbit was terrified. Finally they came to a forest
that looked rather menacing.
"Harry I'm sure they didn't go in there...it looks like the Forbidden Forest!" Harry nodded and said,
"Yeah, let's go to the left..I think I see some footprints headed in that direction." So Ron, Harry, and the hobbit took off to the left.
After an hour of flying high speed Harry slowed in a clearing and stopped. Ron
landed a couple feet away from him.
"We're lost aren't we?" He asked, even though he already knew.
"Ron, we've been lost since we ran through that short cut of yours. The problem
now is that we are separated from the girls as well as our wands! And we don't even
know where that Strider is taking them!"
It seemed for the first time since they had realized that they were lost the hobbit found his voice.
"They are going to Rivendell, to see the elves."
Ron jumped on him immediately, like he was a criminal.
"Rivendell is it? And just where is this Rivendell, and what has this Strider done
to our friends?" He was about to continue the questioning but Harry pulled him away
from the hobbit, who was looking rather terrified of Ron at the moment.
"Sorry about him, we're just worried about our friends. All we want is to find them and get to school."
The hobbit seemed to have nothing to say to that. Harry decided to try again.
"Hey what's your name?" The small man looked at him begrudgingly.
"Samwise Gamgee." Harry held out his hand.
"Its nice to meet you Samwise, I'm Harry Potter, and this is my best friend Ron
Weasley." Samwise took Harry's hand as Ron nodded towards the two. There was an
awkward silence.
"It's getting dark. We'd be best to get a fire started." Sam finally said. Harry and Ron nodded in agreement.
"We'll go try to find some firewood." Harry offered. Ron was about to protest
but Harry gave him a look and pulled him towards the woods. Samwise looked
suspicious again but didn't say anything. All he did was turn around and started digging
in his pack. Harry gestured for Ron to follow him.
"Harry, remember the world cup last year? We don't know how to start a muggle fire. And we don't have our wands!"
"Calm down! I'm sure that Samwise knows how to. If not, one time I saw this
muggle movie that Dudley was watching and they were rubbing sticks together to get a
spark..we could try that."
Ron clearly thought that Harry was crazy, and just turned away from him and started
picking up sticks in the woods, and Harry followed his lead. There was barely any light
left in the day when the two friends thought they had enough sticks to start a fire, so they
headed back to the clearing where Samwise had some packages spread out on the ground.
He looked at them and glared. Harry was beginning to think that this Hobbit had only
two looks, angry and angrier.
"That took you a fair amount of time! What caused you to take so long in the woods?"
Harry shrugged and Ron glared defiantly at the Hobbit as they laid the sticks on the ground.
"We were just getting twigs off the ground that you could start a mug..a
fire.." Harry had jabbed Ron in the ribs as he was about to say muggle, not wanting
anymore questions from Samwise. They could tell that the hobbit still didn't trust them,
but there was nothing that Harry and Ron could do to change that. In plus, Ron seemed
very suspicious of the small man. Samwise obviously decided to ignore his distain for
the two boys and started working on getting the fire started, much to their relief. It took a
while with much awkward silence to get the fire started. The hobbit looked about ready
to reach for one of his packages before turning to Harry and Ron.
"Would you like some food?" He asked. Those were the magic words for Ron as
he grinned and nodded enthusiastically. 'Of course,' Harry thought, 'Ron's always
thinking about his stomach.' The raven-haired boy, who had spent a great deal of time
starved at the Dursleys, wasn't even thinking about food. Actually all he could think
about was the girls. Would they be alright? He had no clue how they would find Luna
and Hermione, he just knew that he had to find them as soon as possible. He didn't trust
Aragorn with his female best friends and was hoping that this hobbit turned out to be a
worthy guide to find the girls. Harry was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even realize
that Samwise was finished cooking the food he had gotten out of the packages and he and
Ron were happily sitting and eating it. When he saw that Harry wasn't eating, Ron
turned to him.
"Would you like some?" Harry shook his head. He was anything but hungry
right now, and had no clue how Ron could eat at a time like this. Ron's grin faded when
he saw that Harry wasn't going to eat anything at all. "You have to eat Harry! You
haven't had any food since last night at Hermione's house!"
"I'm not hungry." He replied.
"I don't care if you are hungry or not, you need food! You can't go a whole day
without food mate! Now eat!" Ron said shoving a bowl into Harry's hands. Reluctantly,
Harry took the bowl and began to eat slowly, which seem to satisfy Ron enough for him
to turn back to his own food. After this argument between the two of them, Samwise
seemed to lose some of his edge. They finished their food in silence. When they were
done the hobbit started to look around, and pulled some blankets out of his backpack.
"We should get some sleep; we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." Harry and Ron agreed.
"I think we need to keep watch. I mean we're in a mysterious forest and have no
clue what could be out there." Harry said, looking around at the dark woods that
surrounded them. Samwise seemed a little reluctant until Harry added, "I'll keep first
watch. You two go on to sleep. I'll wake one of you when I get too tired to stay awake."
He didn't have to say it twice before Ron and Samwise seemed to be fast asleep.
Actually, Harry wasn't sure that Samwise was actually sleeping, his snoring seemed
rather fake, but young wizard thought that maybe that's how hobbits slept. The fire was
just beginning to fade, making Harry wish that he still had his wand with him. As the
embers in the fire seemed to dull, so did Harry's consciousness. Several times he felt
himself falling asleep and had to shake his head wake up. He hadn't been on watch long
enough to wake either of the other two. He tried everything to keep awake, but things
like counting the stars, or trying to add up how many points Snape had taken from
Gryffindor in the last five years just made him even more tired. Suddenly Harry spotted
his broom. That's what he would do! He would fly up above the trees and make sure
that nothing dangerous was coming! And if he just happened to try a few other stunts
on the way up it wouldn't matter! So up he went, the night air running through his hair,
the thrill of flying waking him up immediately. Harry kept flying higher and higher
until the fire that they had lit was only a dot in a sea of trees. The raven-haired seeker
got so caught up in the joy of flying that he didn't even notice that there was a dark
figure heading in from behind. Doing a sharp turn around, just for the pleasure of it,
Harry finally noticed the figure, which was now quite close. It was a giant eagle that
looked like it had a bump on its back. Not taking the chance that it was an enemy he
dived down to where Ron and Samwise were sleeping, hoping that the eagle was just an
innocent by stander and wouldn't follow him down to the others. It did. So Harry came
out of his dive quickly, landing at the edge of the clearing, yelling,
"RON, SAMWISE! WAKE UP!! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" Samwise
jumped to his feet immediately, confirming Harry's belief that he wasn't actually asleep
before. The eagle was about ready to swoop down on the still half-asleep Ron before
Harry flew over to his friend and pushed him down. The giant bird was now standing
straight over them and Harry could tell that the 'bump' on the bird was indeed an old
man, who was holding a staff, and looking as though he would kill the two friends. As a
last resort Harry was about to jump up and tackle the man, but before he could Samwise
called from the other direction.
"Gandalf?"
Artemis: Um, Minerva...what are you doing with that shotgun?
Minerva: ::puts gun away quickly:: Nothing!
Artemis: Minerva, you know what I said about killing off hobbits.
Minerva: ::whines: But I really wanna! Please?
Artemis: ::shakes head:: Just to clue in you readers, Minerva had a wee bit of trouble with Mr. Gamgee in this chapter.
Minerva: .....more than a wee bit...that's what took me so long to get this chapter done! Can I PLEASE kill him? It would make things go a lot quicker....
Artemis: Ya know Minerva, it was easy to do the HP characters: Hermione: Know it all Luna: Doesn't talk-makes no sense when does Harry: Frodo before puberty Ron: British
Minerva: At least they don't depend on someone else for their personalities, and Dumbledore could kick Gandalf's ass.
Artemis: Despite that little bit of mistruth I'm sure you will all enjoy the preformance of Samwise, and feel free to compliment Minerva on her portrayal-she needs the reinforcement. Enjoy!
Alius Latus
Chapter Three: Ando Mesta
Harry thought that Wood's Quidditch practices were the toughest physical endurance that
he would ever have to encounter. But what they were doing now made those practices
seem like a light rain compared to a hurricane. He had never run this much in his entire
life, and knew that none of his friends had either. And this Strider bloke wouldn't give it
a rest! Harry didn't know that it was humanly possible to run this much this fast. And he
probably wouldn't have been able to do this if it weren't for the fact that Strider had his
wand. The surprising thing was that Hermione and Luna were doing much better than
Harry and Ron with keeping up. If it were up to Harry and Ron they would be riding
their brooms instead of running, but Hermione had insisted that it was much too
dangerous to let any of the strange company that they were keeping know that they had
brooms. The fact that Strider and what he had called 'hobbits' couldn't see the brooms in
the first place meant that they were clearly muggles and the Ministry of Magic would be
furious if they knew that the now golden quartet had spilled the entire wizarding world's
secret. They were angry at Harry enough not to have this added on. So they ran. And
ran. And then ran some more. However, it didn't seem that Harry and Ron were the only
people having trouble catching up with Strider. The fat hobbit from the rock was
breathing heavily only a few feet in front of Harry and Ron, who were keeping back
anyway discussing possible ways to ride their brooms without being caught by Hermione
or anyone else that they were traveling with.
"Maybe if we mount them really close to the ground and wave out our legs as if
we are running no one will notice. In plus they are all so far ahead of us they wont even
know!" Ron whispered. Harry shook his head.
"Ron I don't think that we should be worried about getting on our brooms..we
should be focusing on how to get our wands back! What if Voldemort attacks?"
Ron shuddered. "Don't say that name!" He hissed. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Anyway," Ron continued. "If we don't figure out how to ride out brooms, we'll never
catch up with them anyway! Then we won't be able to get..."
"Shhh!" Harry interrupted. It seemed that Ron's voice had risen a little too loud and the
fat hobbit in front of them was looked at the two suspiciously. Ron lowered his voice
again.
",our wands!"
The two best friends continued to argue in hushed voices until suddenly Ron ran into
someone quite short standing right in front of them. It was the fat Hobbit and he looked
furious.
"Just what are you two plotting? Out with it!" He demanded accusingly.
"Us?" Harry asked in the most innocent voice he could muster. " We're not
plotting anything! So why don't you get out of our way!" The fat hobbit just glared at
Harry but didn't move. So the-boy-who-lived went to help Ron up from the fall and
ignored him. But as soon as the two of them tried to start running again the hobbit
stepped in front of them.
"I'm not letting you get anywhere near Mr. Frodo! I'll kill you if you try
anything!" Ron and Harry looked at each other, confused.
"Why would we want to go near your Mr. Frodo? Now if you don't move, we
won't be anywhere near him anyway because we are unable to catch up! So step aside."
And secretly Harry added to himself, 'I'm the bloody boy-who-lived, I doubt that some
small man could kill me or Ron!'
"I won't! And don't act like you don't know what Mr. Frodo is carrying. I heard
the two of you talking. You want it!"
"Want what?" Ron spurted out. The hobbit just glared at them, still refusing.
Shrugging their shoulders, the two best friends decided to just go around the hobbit. It
wasn't like he was any match for them. But as soon as they did they noticed that none of
the company that they were traveling with were in sight at all. Ron gasped.
"Harry where are they?"
"No clue, but I think now would be a good time to use our brooms." Ron nodded
in agreement. They both placed their brooms on the ground and quietly said, "Up!"
As they mounted Harry turned to the hobbit who was standing there looking very
confused.
"Ron what are we going to do about him? We can't just leave him here!"
"Take him on your broom with you! Come on we don't have time to discuss this.
We need to find the girls!"
So Harry (who had had weight training with Quidditch.) lifted the hobbit off the ground
and onto his broom before the small man could protest. They flew fast and low, Harry in
the lead because of his Firebolt. The hobbit was terrified. Finally they came to a forest
that looked rather menacing.
"Harry I'm sure they didn't go in there...it looks like the Forbidden Forest!" Harry nodded and said,
"Yeah, let's go to the left..I think I see some footprints headed in that direction." So Ron, Harry, and the hobbit took off to the left.
After an hour of flying high speed Harry slowed in a clearing and stopped. Ron
landed a couple feet away from him.
"We're lost aren't we?" He asked, even though he already knew.
"Ron, we've been lost since we ran through that short cut of yours. The problem
now is that we are separated from the girls as well as our wands! And we don't even
know where that Strider is taking them!"
It seemed for the first time since they had realized that they were lost the hobbit found his voice.
"They are going to Rivendell, to see the elves."
Ron jumped on him immediately, like he was a criminal.
"Rivendell is it? And just where is this Rivendell, and what has this Strider done
to our friends?" He was about to continue the questioning but Harry pulled him away
from the hobbit, who was looking rather terrified of Ron at the moment.
"Sorry about him, we're just worried about our friends. All we want is to find them and get to school."
The hobbit seemed to have nothing to say to that. Harry decided to try again.
"Hey what's your name?" The small man looked at him begrudgingly.
"Samwise Gamgee." Harry held out his hand.
"Its nice to meet you Samwise, I'm Harry Potter, and this is my best friend Ron
Weasley." Samwise took Harry's hand as Ron nodded towards the two. There was an
awkward silence.
"It's getting dark. We'd be best to get a fire started." Sam finally said. Harry and Ron nodded in agreement.
"We'll go try to find some firewood." Harry offered. Ron was about to protest
but Harry gave him a look and pulled him towards the woods. Samwise looked
suspicious again but didn't say anything. All he did was turn around and started digging
in his pack. Harry gestured for Ron to follow him.
"Harry, remember the world cup last year? We don't know how to start a muggle fire. And we don't have our wands!"
"Calm down! I'm sure that Samwise knows how to. If not, one time I saw this
muggle movie that Dudley was watching and they were rubbing sticks together to get a
spark..we could try that."
Ron clearly thought that Harry was crazy, and just turned away from him and started
picking up sticks in the woods, and Harry followed his lead. There was barely any light
left in the day when the two friends thought they had enough sticks to start a fire, so they
headed back to the clearing where Samwise had some packages spread out on the ground.
He looked at them and glared. Harry was beginning to think that this Hobbit had only
two looks, angry and angrier.
"That took you a fair amount of time! What caused you to take so long in the woods?"
Harry shrugged and Ron glared defiantly at the Hobbit as they laid the sticks on the ground.
"We were just getting twigs off the ground that you could start a mug..a
fire.." Harry had jabbed Ron in the ribs as he was about to say muggle, not wanting
anymore questions from Samwise. They could tell that the hobbit still didn't trust them,
but there was nothing that Harry and Ron could do to change that. In plus, Ron seemed
very suspicious of the small man. Samwise obviously decided to ignore his distain for
the two boys and started working on getting the fire started, much to their relief. It took a
while with much awkward silence to get the fire started. The hobbit looked about ready
to reach for one of his packages before turning to Harry and Ron.
"Would you like some food?" He asked. Those were the magic words for Ron as
he grinned and nodded enthusiastically. 'Of course,' Harry thought, 'Ron's always
thinking about his stomach.' The raven-haired boy, who had spent a great deal of time
starved at the Dursleys, wasn't even thinking about food. Actually all he could think
about was the girls. Would they be alright? He had no clue how they would find Luna
and Hermione, he just knew that he had to find them as soon as possible. He didn't trust
Aragorn with his female best friends and was hoping that this hobbit turned out to be a
worthy guide to find the girls. Harry was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even realize
that Samwise was finished cooking the food he had gotten out of the packages and he and
Ron were happily sitting and eating it. When he saw that Harry wasn't eating, Ron
turned to him.
"Would you like some?" Harry shook his head. He was anything but hungry
right now, and had no clue how Ron could eat at a time like this. Ron's grin faded when
he saw that Harry wasn't going to eat anything at all. "You have to eat Harry! You
haven't had any food since last night at Hermione's house!"
"I'm not hungry." He replied.
"I don't care if you are hungry or not, you need food! You can't go a whole day
without food mate! Now eat!" Ron said shoving a bowl into Harry's hands. Reluctantly,
Harry took the bowl and began to eat slowly, which seem to satisfy Ron enough for him
to turn back to his own food. After this argument between the two of them, Samwise
seemed to lose some of his edge. They finished their food in silence. When they were
done the hobbit started to look around, and pulled some blankets out of his backpack.
"We should get some sleep; we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." Harry and Ron agreed.
"I think we need to keep watch. I mean we're in a mysterious forest and have no
clue what could be out there." Harry said, looking around at the dark woods that
surrounded them. Samwise seemed a little reluctant until Harry added, "I'll keep first
watch. You two go on to sleep. I'll wake one of you when I get too tired to stay awake."
He didn't have to say it twice before Ron and Samwise seemed to be fast asleep.
Actually, Harry wasn't sure that Samwise was actually sleeping, his snoring seemed
rather fake, but young wizard thought that maybe that's how hobbits slept. The fire was
just beginning to fade, making Harry wish that he still had his wand with him. As the
embers in the fire seemed to dull, so did Harry's consciousness. Several times he felt
himself falling asleep and had to shake his head wake up. He hadn't been on watch long
enough to wake either of the other two. He tried everything to keep awake, but things
like counting the stars, or trying to add up how many points Snape had taken from
Gryffindor in the last five years just made him even more tired. Suddenly Harry spotted
his broom. That's what he would do! He would fly up above the trees and make sure
that nothing dangerous was coming! And if he just happened to try a few other stunts
on the way up it wouldn't matter! So up he went, the night air running through his hair,
the thrill of flying waking him up immediately. Harry kept flying higher and higher
until the fire that they had lit was only a dot in a sea of trees. The raven-haired seeker
got so caught up in the joy of flying that he didn't even notice that there was a dark
figure heading in from behind. Doing a sharp turn around, just for the pleasure of it,
Harry finally noticed the figure, which was now quite close. It was a giant eagle that
looked like it had a bump on its back. Not taking the chance that it was an enemy he
dived down to where Ron and Samwise were sleeping, hoping that the eagle was just an
innocent by stander and wouldn't follow him down to the others. It did. So Harry came
out of his dive quickly, landing at the edge of the clearing, yelling,
"RON, SAMWISE! WAKE UP!! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" Samwise
jumped to his feet immediately, confirming Harry's belief that he wasn't actually asleep
before. The eagle was about ready to swoop down on the still half-asleep Ron before
Harry flew over to his friend and pushed him down. The giant bird was now standing
straight over them and Harry could tell that the 'bump' on the bird was indeed an old
man, who was holding a staff, and looking as though he would kill the two friends. As a
last resort Harry was about to jump up and tackle the man, but before he could Samwise
called from the other direction.
"Gandalf?"