Next time we walk
Disclaimer: Sorry I haven't written back in a while. The Fellowship rebelled and tried to jump me last week. After escaping from my bonds, me and my army of Elves rounded them back up. And you don't want to know where we found some of them...All ideas are mine. If you steal any of them, my army of Elves will come and mow you down. End of story.
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After passing the platform seven times, the train finally arrived back at Hogwarts.
Surprisingly enough, Legolas still had all his hair intact.
Everyone piled out of the train, then looked around for some sign of Aragorn and Remus, who were no where in sight.
"Well?" Legolas demanded, whirling around to face Sirius. "Where is he?"
Sirius inched away from the angry Elf. "Come on. I think I know where they are."
"You better know where they are." Legolas muttered, shooting dark glares at everyone else as they headed across the grass toward a huge stadium. As they drew nearer, screams of delight, horror, and disappointment reached their ears, all blended into one hideous noise.
"What is that?" Merry asked, his big eyes round and fearful. "Is it...some kind of torture chamber?"
"Nah, it's a Quidditch pitch. A kind of game played in the wizarding world on a broomstick. You'll like it." Sirius explained to reassure both hobbits. Jack, Will, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, and Sirius all made their way into the Gryffindor stands and took a seat next to Remus, who was watching the match.
Legolas began scanning the crowd, looking for a sign of Aragorn. "I don't see him yet." He complained hotly to Sirius, who had the misfortune to be sitting next to him.
Sirius pulled out a pair of binnoculars and began to scan the air, catching glimpses of the players as they whizzed about. He finally centered in on one who seemed to be playing much more vigoruously then the others. Giving a bark of laughter, he handed the binnoculars to Legolas, then pointed out the direction. "There he is. He's playing Beater. That's where I would be if I was in the game."
"Where? I don't see-" Legolas held the binnoculars up to his eyes. "AAAHHH! What happened?"
"They're called binnoculars. They make your vision better." Sirius explained before turning back to the game.
"That's Aragorn." Legolas muttered, swinging the binnoculars violently in order to keep an eye on the Gondorian. "What's he doing?"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "I told you already. He's playing Beater. He's supposed to hit the Bludgers away from our team players."
A Gryffindor chaser scored a goal and the whole crowd jumped up, screaming enthusiastically. Well...everyone except Legolas that is...but that's besides the point.
"YEAH!" Jack shouted over the crowd. "This is awesome!"
"This is better then American Football!" Exclaimed Merry in excitement.
The crowd sat back down. Legolas was still swinging the binnoculars violently in order to keep an eye on Aragorn. He almost hit Sirius, who edged away from him again.
"Hey Legolas, I'm sure you'd be able to see if didn't use the binnoculars." Sirius muttered, then had to duck as Legolas purposely swung the binnoculars at his head.
Legolas put the binnoculars back over his eyes. After a few minutes he threw down the binnoculars in disgust and settled for watching a little dot on a broom zoom around. "Aragorn has faded from my sight." He muttered darkly. "I have lost him to the way of the mortal. All is lost."
All of a sudden, a Bludger whizzed out of nowhere and smashed into Aragorn. Aragorn was caught unaware and was thrown from his broom and into the stands.
Legolas stood up and squinted hard in the direction Aragorn had fallen. He could just barely make out a white-bearded old man making his way through the stands towards the fallen Gondorian. His blue-grey eyes widened in horror. "OH NO!"
Merry, Pippin, Sirius, Remus, Jack, and Will all looked alarmed at the sound of the elven scream. "What is it?" Merry asked, looking frightened. If Legolas was scared, then he should be terrified.
"It's Gandalf!" Merry and Pippin gasped in horror as Legolas began to shove his way through the Gryffindor stands. "Come! We must help Aragorn!"
Merry and Pippin immeadiately rushed off after Legolas. Sirius, Remus, Will, and Jack looked at each other and shrugged, then followed after their comrades.
The fellowship ran at breakneck speed toward Aragorn, but by the time they had climbed down the stands they were in, run across the Quidditch pitch, and gone up the next set of stands, Dumbledore had gotten there first.
Aragorn woke up to the grey-bearded wonder peering at him. His eyes widened before he let out a loud cry. "AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH! IT'S YOU!"
Merry skidded to a stop and pointed a finger at Dumbledore dramatically, who was looking confused. "Unhand Aragorn you son of Sauron!"
Legolas and Pippin stopped running and gasped, each looking horrifed at the horrifying insult. Jack, Will, Sirius, Remus, and Dumbledore all looked confused. Before Dumbledore had a chance to say anything, Merry flung himself at Dumbledore and knocked him to the ground where he lay unconcious.
"Come on Aragorn!" Merry commanded, hauling the King of Gondor to his feet. "We're out of here!"
Aragorn sighed, then looked longingly at the Quidditch pitch. "But I was having so much fun..."
Legolas took his arm and began to steer him towards the stairs that led out of the stands and to the grounds. "Well, let's go home and have fun, shall we?"
"But we can't fly." Aragorn said sadly.
Legolas grabbed a randomly appearing broom and shoved it into Aragorn's hands, who immeadiately brightened. "Come on!"
The fellowship ran out of the stadium and to the train station.
"Where are you going?" Sirius asked as Legolas chose the train.
"Back to Middle Earth." Legolas explained, mentally slapping himself for not picking the trian earlier.
"Where there's good ale." Pippin added.
"And it comes in pints!" Merry exclaimed happily.
Sirius grinned widely. "Oooooo...can we come with you guys?"
The Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Will, Aragorn, and Jack looked at each other. Legolas shrugged. "I don't see why not."
"Yeah." Aragorn put on his thoughtful face. "Let's see...Will can be Boromir, Remus can be Sam, and Sirius can be Frodo. That leaves Jack with..."
Legolas stuffed his fingers in his ears. "I'm not listening!"
Aragorn rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry."
Legolas unplugged his ears carefully. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Aragorn put on his thoughtful face again. "Now then, where was I? Ahh yes...Jack can be Gimili!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Legolas yelled before flinging himself on the ground. As everyone in the vicinity stared, the Elf began to sob.
"I'm sorry Legolas." Aragorn patted Legolas on the back consolingly. "But we do need nine members."
Legolas stopped sobbing and peered up at Aragorn. "What about Gandalf?"
Aragorn put on his thoughtful face again. "I never thought about him."
"Obviously." Legolas muttered darkly.
"Okay then." Aragorn turned to Jack. "You can be Gandalf."
Jack looked confused. "Who's Gandalf?"
Aragorn shrugged. "Some old guy with a big stick."
Jack frowned, looking upset. "I don't want to be an old guy with a big stick! Whose this Gimili?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Legolas screamed before burying his face in his arms and sobbing louder.
"Come on Legolas." Aragorn muttered, shaking the Prince of Mirkwood's shoulder. "You're making a scene."
Legolas sat up and sniffled, his blue-grey eyes full of tears. "It's not fair."
"I know, I know." Aragorn murmured before hauling his friend to his feet. "Now let's go."
The fellowship boarded the train.
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I'm sorry I took a while to update, and just for that, all of you get your own flying broomstick! I've been really busy with school and all, and its been crazy...what with the fellowship escaping and all...what will I do with them...I regret to announce that this is the second to last chapter...the next chapter will be the last. Keep in touch!
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