Well. I still haven't made a summary, but that's okay...So, how are we liking it so far? Good? Hopefully. D BWAHAHA! So, my dad decided that I wouldn't be in 'fantasy land' anymore, and took my internet acsess down. So, here I am, to spite him, and to keep a nice hold on my insanity, thank you, writing a fanfiction. YAY! And he didn't do shit about the Ps2, so I'll steal some KH time later. Yay! XD Okay, I haven't read the first book yet and I'm only in the middle of the second, and I haven't watched the movies for a while, so be kind, please. I'm just running off the top of my head.
Gah! I forgot the disclaimer last chapter. So here it is: I do not own Lord of The Rings, that goes to Tolkien. I also do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to Rowling. Trust me. If I did, I'd be rich and not sitting on here writing fanfiction. I'd be out living one in my own little 3D game. D Okay, I've rambled long enough, sorry. Wait! I know what else to do! I NEED WARNINGS!
Warnings: Slash/Yaoi, Language...zats it..I think. /
Parings: Mentioned Ron/Hermione, Harry/Frodo(Lol.), Aragorn/Legolas. ... ... ... Merry/Pippin?
Key:
:Parseltounge:
Elvish
Summary: Still haven't though of one as of yet...
Emerra
Chapter 2: In Which the Journey Begins
Emerra walked with Elessar(A/N:I'm going to call him Aragorn from now on, Kay?) at a leisurely pace. "So. What are we doing, again?" he said offhandedly. Aragorn looked at him sadly.
"There is no hope for you, know that?" he stifled a laugh as Emerra cuffed the back of his head. "Ow!" he whined. "I'm just joking! God, you take things so seriously. Or is it because it's true?!" Aragorn teased in mock horror.
Emerra glared. "Do you want heads to start rolling? Answer my question." he snapped.
Aragorn laughed. "Defensive, are we?" at the warning glance from Emerra, he decided to hastily answer his green eyed friend's question. "Since you so obviously weren't listening, I'll tell you. We're going to the Green Dragon to meet up with some hobbits with a ring."
Emerra looked thoughtful. "A ring? It's not just any ring, is it?" he murmered. "And can we get a drink while we're there?"
"Of course we can drink. Just don't get drunk." Aragorn sighed."And no, it's not just any ring. It's-" he lowered his voice to naught but a whisper. "The Ring. The One Ring."
Emerra's eyes widened. "No way..." he suddenly looked around. "C'mon. Let's hurry. It won't do to have the Nãzgul get to the poor hobbits first." and the duo was off, making a beeline to Bree.
Ron and Hermione were tired. Frodo and Sam were tired. Merry and Pippin, who they had picked up after a rather nasty encounter with Black Riders(A/N: Or Nãzgul, or Ringwraiths, or Dementor-look-alikes, what ever you're going to call them.) were tired. The sextet(A/N: Lol I love that word! giggles) trudged painstakingly onward to the Green Dragon after entering Bree.
"Come on, now. We're almost there! We can't let those things catch us again!" Hermione, ever the optomist. "I...I see it!" and indeed, there it was, in all it's glory, the Green Dragon Bar.
While Aragorn was up getting something fun to drink (A/N: i.e. liquer D)Emerra was carefully watching the door for hobbits. When the door opened, and four hobbits scurried inside, he did not expect to see the two that followed. Two faces he hadn't seen in 1,012 years. Underneath his breath, he whispered horsely, "Ron...'Mione?..."
"Yo! Emmy! Get yer head out of the gutter and come 'n drink some' tis wit me!" Aragorn slurred happily. "Are teh hobbitz her?" (A/N:...Good lord, Aragorn. This would be a funny sight indeed. D)
Emerra looked towards Aragorn with disdain. "What about not getting drunk?" he snorted. He noticed the group of six looking towards them and strained to hear what the barkeep was saying.
"You'd...keep...from them. They're Rangers. Foulest...around." Emerra snorted. 'And I'm saving your life every day, why?' "At' drunk one's Strider...one's Akantha...means Thorn." Emerra smirked.
"'ow come yu has a better name then meh?" Aragorn whined. "' mean, mine's just...Strider. And yers ish Akantha. Thas like...not cool."
Emerra shook his heard. "You're impossible." he looked at Aragorn sharply. Go wait up in the room and get the deycoy's for the Nãzgul set up." he ordered.
"'ow come yu get tu beh ihn chaarge?" the older Ranger whined. Seeing the look on Emerra's face, though, brought different ideas, and he hurried to their room.
Emerra turned back around, and came face to face with chaos. Apparently a hobbit had dissapeared into thin air. He sighed heavily and looked around for signs of moving...There! Small footprints were heading away from the mess. Emerra quickly straightened up and swiftly strode to where he knew the hobbit was standing. He waited until the hobbit took the ring off, and grabbed his arm. "Don't attract so much attention." he hissed, and dragged the struggling hobbit behind him to his room.
Hermione was in a panic. She couldn't find Frodo. "Hermione!" came Ron's voice through the loud room. She turned to see one of the Rangers dragging Frodo up the stairs. She got the attention of the others, and they ran after the black haired hobbit and his captor. 'The Barkeep was right! I should have listened! They really are horrible people!' Hermione internally berated herself as she pushed the door open, only to be met with one Ranger out cold snoring like an elephant, and the other was wrapping bandages on a nasty scratch that Frodo had gotten from running through the forest.
Frodo had the grace to look sheepish as everyone piled into the room. Before Hermione could interrogate him, he quickly began to talk. "I'm sorry, guys. I didn't mean to scare you. This guy's not to bad." he grinned. "His name's Akantha-" the stranger cut Frodo off before he could finish.
"Actually, that's not really my name. It's just the name everyone seems to have given me. Let's have proper introductions. I'm Emerra, adopted son of Elrond. And this great lug over here is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, also called Elessar, the Elfstone, Dúnadan, the heir Isildur Elendil's son of Gondor. ... God, Aragorn, I absolutely abhor saying your full title. It's too long." Emerra grumbled something about, "Stupid-to-be-king."
As if on cue, Aragorn sat up and grinned at Emerra. "Yes and you should not be talking to a king that way." he sniffled in mock hurt.
Emerra rolled his eyes. "I'll talk to you any damn way I want to." he continued grumbling.
Gasping as if scandalized, Aragorn scolded, "Honestly, using that language in front of the children!" he turned towards the sextet(A/N: Yay! Sextet!) and winked. "Remember kiddies: just because turpentine won't necessarily kill you, doesn't mean that you should try to drink it. Trust me. There are quite a few brain cells out there I certainly won't be getting back."
Hermione giggled, these two weren't that bad. She'd jumped to conclusions again. "I'm Hermione Granger. This is Ron Weasley. We're tagging along with Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin - he prefers to be called Pippin -, and Meriadoc who prefers to be called Merry." For some reason, Emerra had tensed up when she'd said hers and Ron's name. 'Hmm. Strange.' and she filed that away into her 'Hermione's Book of Clues and Hints.'. Because we all know she has one.
Aragorn looked curious. "If you're just tagging along, then what's your objective?" he asked.
Hermione and Ron shared a look, and she answered, "We're looking for our friend. He dissapeared some time ago."
"What was his name? When did he dissapear?" Aragorn had a suspision, but he still needed proof. (A/N: Lol. My spelling rears it's ugly head.) He noticed Emerra had his back to the conversation, as if he was trying to tune it out.
"His name was Harry Potter. He dissapeared when we accidentaly broke a magic glass and we followed shortly after. But we've spent a few moths in the Shire, so...we've no clue where he is now. Ron and I are quite sure he didn't end up in Hobbiton." she relayed the information as if she has done it hundreds of times. "Have you seen him?" she asked hopefully.
A loud crash stopped Aragorn from answering. Emerra had broken his cup from squeezing it too hard. "Sorry..."he murmered, and swept from the room like a wraith.
Hermione added this to her 'Hermione's Book of Clues and Hints' as Aragorn quickly told them he'd be right back, not to move, and sped after Emerra.
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Emerra flopped down outside the room. 'How could they?! It's been 1,012 years! I know it has! I fucking counted! How could they say a few fucking months?!' he was risen out of his thoughts when he felt someone sit down next to him.
"You know, I was always wondering where you came from." the unmistakable voice of Aragorn drifted into his ears. "You have to stop and think. Mabye, they're not lying. Mabye, time passes differenly there. I can already tell you don't want them to know who you are, am I not correct?"
Emerra grunted.
"I thought so. Then you've got to break out of this gloom. Cause' you're dropping too many hints. That girl-Hermione- she's smart. She'll read you like a book. So. C'mon back up there with me, and face them. Cause if I'm right, and they really have only been here for a few months, they'll need help. They haven't been roaming and fighting for 1,000 years. So c'mon and help them. Do it from the shadows if you have to. Cause they'll die out there." Aragorn ended his speech looking proud of himself.
Emerra snorted. "You're poking my hero-complex button." he growled.
"You bet."
"... ... ... Fine."
"Wohoo! C'mon, mellon nin."
Okay...another chappie done. And they are horribbly OOC. So. How ya like it? Reveiw! D Oh yes, and don't ask me about how Aragorn knows what turpentine is. He just does. Emerra like, conjured some and gave it to him. XD Oh yes that turpenting quote thing came off of someone's Page here one , but I can't remember, so if it's yours tell me and I'll give ya credit. I just thought it was nucking futs. D