The Pivotal Five
Summary: Five great stories come together in an epic imbalance that sets the world of fantasy on its side. Each people from each story much learn to put their differences aside and work together to save their own world, and the world of reality.
Last Episode: The Black Pearl overtook the Rock Mother, and held Alain, Fifth Son, Blessing, Sanglant, and Elysh.
Chapter 9: We Are Not Men
The waters never waved more than gently. The boat never had turbulent times. The sun always seemed to give off beautiful color, and the breeze was sweet to the touch. This was exactly what Bilbo Baggins needed. He sat to the front of the boat, humming to himself, and thinking of new words for a song.
Somewhere else on the ship, Frodo was learning better Elvish, with the help of Elrond.
"Cálë síla elenorill?" he asked tentatively. He tried to say, 'The light shines from the stars.'"Lá, lá. Cálë síla elenillor," Elrond corrected gently. "Tone of voice matters. You are also speaking the dead language of Quenya, by which our parmar are written. If you wish to speak that, you must ask Gandalf, as I do not know Quenya so well."
The White Wizard was, as a matter of fact, looking over some ancient records written in the old Elvish in his sleeping chamber. The records always served to soothe him. As of right now, he needed soothing. He disliked the odd feeling of impending doom he had settling over him. It made him start at the slightest noise, and drove him to look about the room with alert eyes many times.
"Gandalf," Galadriel called from above.
"What is it?" the white wizard asked.
"There is strange land before us, though we are nowhere near the Grey Havens," she explained.
Gandalf took a look out over the horizon. She was right. They were suddenly in a very large lake, and over the distance was an immense castle.
"What in blazes?" Bilbo called out loudly.
"Not in all of the records, of all the stories, of all the legends, is a castle of this size mentioned anywhere," Gandalf muttered. They docked near a small hut of a house. It was daylight, and soon, the small crew saw several humans hurrying over by them.
A tall, white bearded man approached the ship.
"State your business," he commanded in a tone that said, 'Listen to me, or else.' Power radiated from him, as if he were in fear.
"We are Gandalf the White, Galadriel, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins, and Elrond, King of the Elves in Rivendell. We do not understand how we came to be in this place," Gandalf explained calmly. He was certain that this man who stood before them was a White Wizard, therefore would help them with their plight.
A tall, strict-looking woman almost fainted when she heard this. "Albus? Do you have any idea what this means?" she asked the bearded man.
"No, Minerva. I can only assume that they are here for the same reason Miss Short is here. Miss Short is not very hard to disguise, but these are full grown men—"
"I beg your pardon?" Elrond asked, an annoyed tone in his voice.
The man dubbed Albus just looked mildly perplexed.
"I am not of Men. Neither is Galadriel, Messrs. Frodo or Bilbo Baggins. Galadriel and I are Elves. Messrs. Frodo and Bilbo Baggins are Hobbits," Elrond explained.
Gandalf found this slightly humorous. "And since everyone is being so specific, I am not of Men, either. I am a wizard."
"I see. I apologize. Our other races are not nearly anything like your own. I am Professor Albus Dumbledore. I am Headmaster of this school, Hogwarts, of witchcraft and wizardry," Dumbledore introduced. "This is my Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall," he motioned towards the tall woman with pursed lips, "My Potions Master, Professor Severus Snape," a man with black hair that was sickly shiny was forming a grimace at this new people. "And Hogwarts' Caretaker, Argus Filch." This man had raggedy, dirty clothes, and was being trailed after by a cat that had seen better days.
After proper introductions, the group was brought into Hogwarts, into a special corridor that the students didn't know of. They were introduced to Holly Short, who looked like a very skinny Hobbit with strange coloring, and, after concluding that there were no such creatures in their land, they were sent to their temporary chambers. They made themselves comfortable, and even the Hobbits agreed that the food was superb.
A few days later, Galadriel and Elrond were talking of medicine when Dumbledore visited them.
"So you know of magical medicines?" he asked quickly.
"I know quite a bit, yes," Galadriel answered.
"There's a very sick boy in this school, Madam. Would you please care for him?"
"What has happened to him?" Galadriel inquired on the way to the Hospital Wing.
"He has been bitten by a Buto. A poisonous—"
"Yes, yes, I know what a Buto is," she cut off impatiently. She was given permission to go into Madam Pomfrey's stores to find what she needed. "Don't you have any natural herbs?" she requested.
"Our gamekeeper tends to those," Dumbledore explained. He asked a black-haired teenager if he would go down by 'Hagrid' and inquire if they could use his store of natural herbs.
In a matter of seconds the boy was back. He had samples of everything 'Hagrid' grew.
Galadriel quickly picked out what she needed. As she worked, she could feel the gazes of Men. She suppressed a shudder. She disliked being watched as she healed.
What seemed like a lifetime later, Galadriel was finished. She was thanked, and she retired to her chambers, where to told everyone else the story of the sick boy with fiery red hair.
Later that night, the foriegners received three more visitors. They were teenage Men. Two were male, and one was female. The two males were the boys from the Hospital Wing, the black-haired one with glasses, and the fiery redhead. The girl had bushy brown hair, and doe-like brown eyes. Her nose had a natural upwards tilt, and her eyes had shadows under them.
"May I do you some service?" Bilbo asked in a friendly way.
The redhead looked bashfully at Galadriel. He gave a little cough. "Ma'am, I want to thank you for treating me earlier today. My name's Ron Weasley," he introduced.
"Hello, Ron Weasley. You're very welcome," Galadriel responded graciously. "I am Galadriel."
"I'm Harry Potter. Ron's my best mate. I don't know what I would have done if he died." It was the boy with black hair and glasses. Galadriel started when she saw how green his eyes were.
"I'm Hermione Granger. Ron's my best friend, as well. I'm forever in your debt for curing him. You'll have to show me where you learned the remedy," said the girl. The eagerness in her voice when she spoke of learning interested Gandalf. Had he not left Middle Earth, he would have found an apprentice to pass on all his knowledge. If this girl was as serious about her studies as Gandalf guessed, she'd make an excellent apprentice.
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