2. A Lord of the Rings Intro.
Things were not looking good for the Fellowship. Gandalf was dead, and they were being taken to Lothlorien. Orcs were also in close pursuit. Gimli had told Frodo that the Lady of the Wood was an evil sorceress, and their chances of survival were slim. This did not help the hobbits feels any better. Aragorn walked in silence, ashamed that he couldn't protect the Fellowship for even the shortest amount of time. They stopped; they were in a grove of magical trees, much like Rivendell. The only difference was, they trees were a glowing blue and white, and the building were built into the trees. They stopped in a line on the bottom of a group of steps. There, at the top was the most beautiful woman anyone had ever seen.
"Where is Gandalf the Grey, for I much desire to speak with him," asked the elf next to the woman, who was Galadriel.
"…he has fallen into shadow," Galadriel said. Her voice was dream-like and mysterious. Everyone heard her voice inside their head, each hearing something different.
Later, Aragorn was arguing with one of the elves. Frodo didn't know who it was. They all looked the same to him. They were arguing in elvish, so nobody understood them. Everyone was still sad about the lose of Gandalf, even the elves. They were singing songs of mourning, and Legolas was too sad to translate the song, so the Fellowship was left to guess.
"Aragorn, there is nothing else I can tell you. The elves of Lorien can help you for a little while. The rest is up to someone else," Celeborn said in elvish.
"Who?" demanded Aragorn. Celeborn turned, and motioned for Aragorn to follow him. Reluctantly, Aragorn followed the elf to a secluded room. There, waiting, were three teenagers.
Sorry Chapter 2 was so short, but it was needed. The chapters will get longer later as the story goes on.
3. The Quest"You are in Lothlorien, the house of Galadriel," said a mysterious voice from behind Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They spun around, and came face-to-face with an elf with blonde elf. "You were sent by Gandalf the Grey, correct?" he asked.
"Yes," said Hermione.
"Welcome, then. We are not accustom to visitors, but you three are here for a purpose. I am Celeborn, helper of the Lady of the Wood," the elf said, and he bowed. The trio bowed in return, to show their respect.
"I am Hermione Granger," Hermione said. "And these are my friends, Harry Potter," she motioned towards Harry. "And Ron Weasley," she motioned towards Ron.
"We were sent here by the head master of our school to help on a quest. We weren't given any details, though," said Harry.
"Come, I will explain to you all what you will be doing," Celeborn said. He then led them over to a private room. They sat on low mats in a circle.
Celeborn spoke first, after what seemed like forever. His voice was low, and serious, telling the trio that whatever he said was important.
"Gandalf the Grey has fallen into the fires of Moria. You three have been sent here by him and your Professor, Professor Dumbledore to help what remains of the Fellowship to destroy the Ring of Power," he explained.
"Wait a minute," Ron said, looking very confused. "What is this Ring of Power?" Celeborn didn't look surprised; he knew that the people he was with weren't from Middle-Earth.
"The Ring of Power was created by the Dark Lord, Sauron thousands of years ago. In it, is his soul. Sauron was destroyed by Isildur, but his ring lived on. Now, the Fellowship of the Ring is on their way to Mordor, to Mt. Doom to throw the Ring into its fires. It is the only way the Ring can be destroyed," explained Celeborn. Hermione knew this story well; they were in The Lord of the Rings books. She had to do all she could to stop herself from telling the story. It would be too dangerous for people to know that she knew what would happen next.
"So, these people are going to destroy a piece of jewelry?" Ron asked.
"It's more then a piece of jewelry."
Harry asked, "Who exactly is in the Fellowship?"
"Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took, and Meriodoc Brandybuck of the Shire. They are hobbits, or halflings. Legolas Greenleaf, elven Prince of Mirkwood. Gimli son of Gloin, a dwarf. Boromir son of Denethor, and Aragorn son of Arathorn, heir to the Gondor throne, both men. Gandalf the Grey was with them, until his death. He was a wizard, and their guide," replied Celeborn.
"So there were nine?" Harry said, after he paused to count.
"Yes, nine for the nine Dark Riders."
"Dark Riders?" Ron said.
"Dark Riders were once Kings, until Sauron gave them rings of power. They were overcome by the rings, and now are neither living nor dead."
"Like Dementors," Hermione said.
"Dementors?" Celeborn said, confused.
"They're guards for the jail where we come from," she explained.
"My Lord," said an elf, bowing as he came in. "They are here." Celeborn stood up, so Harry did too.
"You three wait here. I will bring someone to see you after everything settles down," he instructed. Harry sat down again, and they waited.
After almost an hour, Celeborn came back, but this time he wasn't alone. Behind him stood a man. The man had shoulder length brown hair, and a rugged beard. He had many swords and knives, even though he looked tough, there was a look of sadness in his eyes. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up when they entered. The man froze, not knowing what to think.
"Aragorn, this is Harry, Ron, and Hermione," Celeborn said. Ron looked at Harry and Hermione; they hadn't told Celeborn their names, so how did he know? From their facial expressions, they were thinking the same thing. Aragorn (at least that's what Harry and Ron thought his name was) bowed. Harry, Ron, and Hermione bowed in suit.
"Celeborn, who are they?" Aragorn asked in elvish.
"These young people were sent here by Gandalf," Celeborn replied in the common-tongue.
"Gandalf? I thought he fell."
"He did fall. His death was pre-seen. That gave him a chance to decide how to help. Harry, Ron, and Hermione have been sent here to assist the Fellowship in your journey." Aragorn looked very confused. Ron then noticed the necklace around his neck. I seemed to be made of diamonds in an unknown shape to him.
"That necklace would be perfect for Hermione," he thought. "But it'll be almost impossible to get her one."
"Celeborn, how are these people to help us? They are so young." Aragorn said in elvish.
"Do you not trust Gandalf's judgment? They were sent here by him," replied Celeborn.
"I don't know, Celeborn. It's a dangerous journey," Aragorn said. Hermione stood up, and handed him the envelope given to her by Professor Dumbledore.
"Lord Aragorn. This was given to me for you. It might make things slightly clearer," she said. Aragorn cautiously took the envelope, and opened it. He scanned the letter, and looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Very well," he said. "Come with me." They stood up, and pulled on their backpacks. The one thing Aragorn couldn't understand was their strange clothing.
The four walked for a while, until they came to the rest of the Fellowship. He stopped, and the three stopped behind him. Aragorn cleared his throat, and everyone looked up.
"Gandalf's death was seen by Elrond," he started. "He has sent three young people from another world to help us." He motioned towards Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "There mentor was a friend of Gandalf's, and they are the best of their kind." Hermione blushed. Dumbledore had chosen them out of all the students at Hogwarts to help Middle-Earth. Harry and Ron obviously didn't understand the importance of the situation.
"Welcome," said a short person, who looked like a child as he stood up. He had curly, deep brown hair. "I am Frodo Baggins."
"My name is Harry Potter, and this is Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger," Harry said. He held out his hand, and Frodo shook it.
"At last, something normal around here," Harry said to himself.
"This is Sam Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck, and Pippin Took," Frodo went on, pointing to three other people that were his size. All three had curly hair, but Sam's was light brown, Merry's was closer to a blonde, and Pippin's looked more auburn. Everyone else introduced themselves. Harry and Ron knew it would take a while to get the names right, but Hermione didn't need any introductions. She knew everyone, because of their species. Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin were all hobbits. Legolas was an elf. Gimli a dwarf. And Boromir and Aragorn were men. The only thing was Boromir and Aragorn looked a lot alike.
"They are both men of Gondor," she thought. "I don't have to get used to Boromir, he'll be dead soon anyway." Hermione couldn't believe what she was saying to herself. It was like most of the wizarding-world's reaction to Sirius' death.
Harry picked up on the melancholy aura around them. Deciding that the Fellowship was still grieving, he sat next to Merry to talk. Merry reminded him a lot like Fred and George.
"Oh God!" he thought. "The Weasley's! What if time on Earth doesn't stop, and the Weasley's think we're dead?"
"Harry, Harry? What's wrong?" Merry asked.
"Oh, what? Nothing's wrong. I was just thinking."
"Do you mind if I ask what about?"
"It's complicated. Maybe another time." Merry accepted Harry answer, and kept talking. The mournful tone of the elves' singing surrounded everyone. When asked what they were saying, Legolas didn't want to say.
"For me, the death is too near," he replied. Ron was uncomfortable around everyone else. These people were quiet. Sure, a good friend of theirs had just died, but they paid no attention to him. Harry had gone off with Merry, or was it Pippin? Ron couldn't tell them apart. He heard footsteps next to him, and looked up to find Hermione.
"Do you mind?" she asked, sitting down next to him.
"Sure, go ahead," he mumbled. Hermione slipped her arm into his, and rested her head on his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I'm just slightly uncomfortable being here. I mean, there has to a reason we're here. A reason that we benefit from," Ron said in a low voice.
Hermione asked, "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, Dumbledore wouldn't just send us here, with no warning, and next to no explanation. There's a hidden lesson or something here, and we have to find out what it is."
"Ronald Weasley that is the smartest thing I've ever heard you say!" Hermione said into his ear.
"Shut-it, 'Mione."
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"Now, what's wrong with you?" he asked. Hermione looked at him in shock.
"Nothing."
"I know you better then that. Whenever something's seriously wrong, you burry your face in a book-"
"I'm always reading, how can you tell the difference?" Hermione retorted.
"More so then usual," finished Ron.
"Oh, oops."
"Now, what's wrong?" asked Ron again.
"You know that book I was reading?"
"You mean that really long muggle one you read at least once a year?"
"Yeah, that one. Well, we're in it," she said flatly.
"Wait, we're in it?" he said loudly.
"Shh! If anyone knows, then they could try to change what happens to benefit them. You can only tell Harry, when no one else is around. If Sauron, the Dark Lord, finds out what happens. Then, it would be disastrous for everyone."
"So, what do you do?"
"Just let things run their course."
"Can you tell me what happens?"
"No, too risky. We might be overheard. I can give you the book, and show you where we are. That's about it." Ron groaned.
"So I have to read it?"
"Unless you have some other use for a book." Hermione said. She then sat up to get the book. Ron snatched it out of her hands, and looked at the cover.
"Don't let anyone see the cover. Enchant it, so it looks like something else." Ron pulled out his wand, and made Hermione's book look like a regular red leather-bound book. Hermione placed a kiss on Ron's cheek, and got up to leave.
"Remember," she said. "We're in Lothlorien." Ron nodded, and started skimming the Table of Contents.
"Lady Hermione, may I speak with you?" Aragorn asked. Hermione nodded, and walked over to him.
"Lady Hermione-."
"Please, just Hermione. You don't have to use such formalities," Hermione added quickly.
"Okay, Hermione. The letter that you gave me said that Gandalf sent you. How is that possible? He fell," asked Aragorn.
"He did, and I'm deeply sorry for your lose. Harry, Ron, and I lost a dear friend just a few months ago. Harry was hit the hardest."
"Would it grieve you if I asked how your friend died?"
"Actually, his death was much like Gandalf's. He fell; Sirius was the closest thing Harry had to a father. Harry's parents were killed when he was a baby. He blamed himself for Sirius' death."
"I'm sorry Hermione. I would like to ask you where you three are from. You don't sound like you're from around here."
"We are from another planet, if you believe it. We are best friends from a school on another planet. I don't even know where it is compared to Middle-Earth."
"You seem to have some knowledge of our world, being a person from somewhere else. How did that happen?"
"I am sorry, Lord Aragorn-."
"It's Aragorn; nobody calls me 'Lord'."
"I am sorry; Aragorn, but I can't tell you. It's too dangerous. Maybe, when everything is over, I will tell you." When Hermione turned to leave, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
Aragorn asked, "Do you know what is to happen to us? Do you know our future?" There was a tear in Hermione's eyes. Aragorn had a right to know, but she couldn't tell him. It was too dangerous.
"I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen," she said quietly. She then left, leaving Aragorn alone to talk to Boromir. Boromir was sitting at the base of a tree, looking quite scared. True, the woods were safe, but that couldn't stop the fear of the Lady of the Wood. Galadriel was dangerous, but dangerous like most elves. She could see inside your mind, tell you what you didn't want to hear, but was true.