I don't like to write disclaimers. They're boring and annoying. But I sort of need to (unfortunately) so I guess I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. ON WITH THE SHOW!

The Fellowship trudged through Moria. Frodo wasn't certain that Gandalf knew where they were, but he'd get them out. He was Gandalf, after all.

They came upon a large hall. "Ah," said Gandalf, "This was once the Darrowdelf, [can someone tell me if I got the name right?] greatest city of the dwarves. I think we can risk some light."

Gandalf hoisted his staff up into the air and smashed it into the ground. A light exploded from the tip, lighting the hall. There was a yelp and a shadow scuttled out of sight.

"What was that?" Pippin whispered.

"If it's an orc, I'll kill it dead!" Gimli growled. "Let's get it and see what it knows."

Legolas looked around. From the corner of his eye, he saw something twitch. He loosed an arrow at it with striking speed.

Harry was creeping through the great hall when he heard voices. They echoed slightly in the hall.

If they aren't careful, they'll wake up the monsters.

He stood between two pillars, ready to hide if they came too close. He saw the murky shapes of people standing in the middle of the hall. It looked like there were maybe four adults, one with a stick, and five children. One was noticeably thicker and taller than the other four.

The adult in the front raised his stick and crashed it into the ground. Light burst out the top, momentarily blinding him. Harry gave a small shriek and dodged behind the nearest pillar.

Harry covered his eyes, seeing lights bursting behind them. He was far too used to the dark. This was painful. He staggered out from behind the column, and something pinned him to it by his shirt.

A hand reached down and yanked him up, pulling out the arrow. Another figure moved forwards and shone the light in his face. He cried out in pain and shied away from it.

Frodo stared at the small person that Aragorn was holding. He was young, about the size of a hobbit, but his feet weren't hairy. He was pale, with really black hair. It looked like he had never seen sunlight.

Aragorn held him by the neck of his filthy, oversized shirt. "What are you doing here and what are you?"

"I live here! In the tunnels!" The small person replied. "Please don't wake them up!"

"Wake up whom?"

"The monsters! They'll find you!"

"And where are these monsters that you speak of?"

Slowly the short person pointed at the ceiling. The company looked up. There, up among the rafters were hundreds of orcs.

"We must leave!" Legolas hissed.

"What about him? We can't really leave him here." The fellowship looked at Sam. He blushed. "It just wouldn't be right."

"We can always question him once we're out, after all," said Boromir. He took the short boy from Aragorn and slung him over his shoulder. "Now be quiet, you understand? No talking or else."

The boy nodded vigorously.

The Fellowship was walking swiftly towards the doorway at the end of Darrowdelf when Gimli stopped dead.

"Oh, no." He ran to a shaft of light in a room off of the hall. In it was a large box that looked like a coffin. Upon the lid was written, 'Here lies Balin, son of Fundin.' Gimli collapsed onto the lid, sobbing.

Gandalf picked up a large book that was in the hands of a skeleton. "'We cannot get out.'" He read. "'Drums…drums in the deep.'"

"We must go at once, then!" Boromir whispered harshly. "That log book proves it!" He took the boy off his shoulder. "You! Do you know the way out?"

Harry nodded. "I…yes. I can show you the way out, as much as I know it. I have not left the tunnels in two decades." The large man growled incoherently at him. "But, but, I do know where the exit is!"

"Good. Take us there." The man set him down on the floor. Just then, there was a crash.

Everyone whirled around. One of the (although they weren't children so much short young men, maybe in their twenties) had pushed a skeleton wearing armour down a hole in the floor. The hole looked a bit like a well.

"Fool of a Took!" The man with the stick snarled.

The skeleton was making a huge racket, bouncing around in the hole.

Crash…crash…crash…

As the echoes died away, drums started up.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom-boom, boom-boom, boomboomboomboom.

"Barricade the doors!" roared the other dark-haired man. "Legolas, shoot from the back! Hobbits, try not to die! Boromir, help me!"

"Legolas" sprinted to the back of the cave. He drew an arrow and pointed it at the doors.

Boromir, the man who had been carrying Harry, picked him up again and stuffed him into a crack in the wall.

"Stay there!"

As he ran off to fortify the doors, Harry took out his wand. He really didn't want to die.

Boromir and the other dark-haired man stood at the gates with drawn swords. With them were the stocky red-haired man, and the old one with the stick. The four smaller ones were slightly behind them.

Whoops and yells came from the hall. The monsters beyond started smashing at the doorway, splintering it despite the best efforts of the company. As the creatures broke through, Harry pointed his wand at the rampaging fiends and began to cast.

A/N: Yes, a cliff hanger! Don't you guys' just HATE me?

Thanks to Passerby and Kyzhart for pointing out the plotholes! I sort of forgot that he could use magic.