AN: I of course do not own anything, and this might have slash in the future. There is already small hints of slash but that isn't very serious. There probably won't be a main pairing.

Chapter 2

Gandalf seemed particularly excited today and said that he and Hadrian would be meeting an old friend of his. Gandalf was trying to explain to Hadrian what Hobbits were, but Hadrian's mind drifted off the minute he said small. Hadrian was excited; it wasn't often that he saw beings smaller than himself, though most people called him petite rather than small. Hobbits as Gandalf continued ignoring Hadrian are soft hearted creatures, they have not been touched by war for a very long time.

When the two travelled far, and entered the shire they, well by they it really means Gandalf, was greeted by an excited youngish Hobbit. Hadrian thought he as adorable with his shortness, curls, chubbiness, and excited nature. It wasn't often Hadrian saw people shorter then himself, the last one he met was a dwarf who had at first greeted him warily but when looking at his ears greeted him heartedly. Later Hadrian learned that dwarfs had a strong dislike for elves. But the hobbits were far cuter then any dwarf, so small as well they reminded him of whats it called? Ah, yes children. They were two mischievous ones that reminded Hadrian of ginger hair. It confused him, but he thought it might be because whenever the one they called 'Pippin' looked at him he would go red. It was rather concerning but when he brought it up with Albus he simply laughed. The old friend that Albus mentioned wasn't very old at all, only 111! Albus told him though that Hobbits lived rather short lives in comparison to what Hadrian was used to. What Gandalf didn't know was that Hadrian was far older then even him, though he suspected after all Hadrian's forgetfulness was not an affect from amnesia but more of an example of age. Well ignoring those slightly odd thoughts, currently Albus seemed concerned over his subjectively old friend. He seemed to be looking at his hands a lot and was in what Hadrian called the 'dumps' he remembered someone saying that long ago. Albus was currently dragging Frodo around his house and muttering about rings. Hadrian was content with waiting outside and humming until he saw a small hobbit looking through the Baggins window. Hadrian stopped and when he was about to tap his shoulder the two of them were pulled into the burrow by a pair of hands.

"Now what were you thinking eavesdroppi- Hadrian what are you doing I thought you were in the living room?" Said Albus in confused voice, but before listening to Hadrian's response he turned to Sam "Now you!" But before he could say anything else he was interrupted by the Hobbits begging.

"Please don't turn me into anything unnatural! I just was trimming the hedge outside of Mr. Frodo's window! I haven't been dropped no eves, Sir!" Sam exclaimed while trying not to panic. Which he was doing quite a poor job at. Hadrian went up to Frodo and bopped him on the nose; Frodo seemed so skittish for some reason. Probably has to do with Albus pushing him around, Hadrian put a hand on Frodo's shoulder and hugged him. After reluctantly releasing Frodo, Hadrian skipped over to Albus and they had a conversation as if the following events didn't happen. They both ignored the bewildered and scared looks they had received.

"I'm afraid we won't be joining you until you reach the inn of the Prancing Pony, and remember never put on the ring for it wants to be found." Gandalf said solemnly to Frodo. Hadrian broke the depressing mood by ruffling the two Hobbit's hair; the two wizards then got onto their horses and rode off. Both Hobbits were horrified at the thought of making the journey out of the Shire alone, but they were also excited. They had heard tales of Bilbo's adventures since they were babes; this was a chance to start one of their own.

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"Where are we going, Albus?" Hadrian asked once Gandalf said that they were half way there. Gandalf stared at him for a moment and then said, "We are on our way to the head of my order, he shall be able to give advice about the ring."

"The ring is how the dark lord can return to cause devastation. How exactly do you plan on destroying the ring, Albus?" Hadrian locked his eyes with Gandalf.

"The ring can only be destroyed by the fires of which it was made; Mount Doom was where it was created and where it shall be destroyed." Gandalf said confidently. Harry paused and looked at the ground, Gandalf carried on believing Hadrian to just be thinking. They both carried on as if the conversation didn't happen. Hadrian allowed some random snake to crawl up his shirt, they then had a conversation that had Gandalf staring at the two every few minutes. The snake language after all did sound a tad like the black speech.

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Frodo and Sam gave each other a look after the two beings rode away. They then started their journey out of the Shire. They past burrows, waterfalls, and then a scarecrow. Sam stopped for a moment "This is it." Frodo turned around to look curiously at him, "This is what?" Sam held his breath and said, "If I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been." At this Frodo smiled, "Come on Sam." With that Sam made his steps and they continued with a different air around them.

Hadrian could finally see Isengard, or at least what Albus said was Isengard. An old man, a man that looks nearly as old as Albus was walking down the steps he wore what seemed to be all white robes but they seemed dirty somewhat. Hadrian wasn't sure if it was the shadows or not after all if Albus is to be believed then he is very powerful. Powerful enough to clean his robes surely.

"You have come to seek my council. Have you not, my old friend." The old guy completely ignored Hadrian, who would have been more upset by this if he didn't find the wizard so creepy. Much to Hadrian's shock he saw Albus BOW to the creepy wizard and say his name "Saruman." It wasn't like it was necessary to say his name but Hadrian knew when not to comment and now was one of those times.

"You have brought another with you." Saruman turned to stare at the other person. He was beautiful even more so than an elf, but he looked young barely out of adulthood. Though Saruman knew that was not true anyone could see the pure immortal glow coming off of the beauty. "You must be the being that resided in the Fangorn Forest." With that final note he seemed no longer interested in Hadrian. Then out of the blue so to say both Gandalf and Hadrian were put to sleep. Well, they were more violently knocked unconscious then 'put to sleep'.

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Gandalf awoke and slowly stood trying to take in his surroundings. It was night and he was in a part of the tower that had open walls nothing blocking people from falling to their death, the top of the tower than. Below there where fires and lights; Gandalf could not make out who was making the fires for they too far away to properly make out, but he could certainly guess. Hadrian he finds which was a relief was next to him but was still unconscious. Gandalf sat down and leaned on one of the columns. Days passed and Hadrian still did not awake, Gandalf would have worried more if he did not see the immortal glow that was still at full force. It seemed that he was merely in a coma, not at all a bad thing, whatsoever. Just when Gandalf was beginning to give up hope, a moth flew up to him. Gandalf quickly captured it. He muttered words in Sindarin and watched it fly off, knowing full well that he would be escaping soon he allows himself to smile.

Hadrian awoke to winds cutting into his face. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He was riding on the back of a giant bird; Albus somehow seemed to be controlling it.

"Ah, glad to see you awake. I feared that you would have to be taken in by the elves." Gandalf said to Hadrian. Who just stared at him horrified, "We are going to see Galadriel?!" Hadrian did not want to see her again not after the multiple times she tried to enter his mind. It reminded him of times when it was necessary to keep everyone and anyone out of his mind.

"No, they are more elves then just the Lothlórien ones." Gandalf said, "And before you ask, yes the ruler of where we are going does have the ability of mind reading. Though he does not use it nearly as much as Lady Galadriel." "So you mean he doesn't abuse his power." Hadrian cut in, he did not like the power so much as he disliked how it was used. After all Hadrian could enter people's minds. He could also do it in a far less obvious manner, but he wasn't because it was rude and in certain aspects cruel. But unnecessary information aside Hadrian couldn't help but be curious. New elves and despite his dislike for Lady Galadriel, visiting the elves was something he would never regret.

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Frodo awoke slowly, "Where am I?" A distant voice answered, "You are in the House of Elrond. It's 10 o'clock in the morning on October the 24th, if you want to know." "I doubt he wants to know the specifics, Albus. But I suppose you ready know that." Frodo recognised those voices, "Gandalf, Hadrian." He stared and couldn't help but feel a bit of betrayal, he pushed that down Frodo decided to at least listen why they did not show before casting judgment.

"Yes, we are here." Gandalf said while smoking his pipe. Hadrian didn't understand how he could speak while smoking but he somehow managed to do it.

"You're lucky to be here too." Gandalf was seemed to be smiling, but it was hard to tell under his beard. "A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid. But you have some strength in you, my dear Hobbit."

"What happened? Where were you two?" Frodo said sadly.

"Oh, Frodo I'm sorry." Gandalf said looking down. Hadrian looked at Frodo and moved to hug him but then remembered his injuries.

"We were delayed. A friend ship with Saruman is not lightly thrown aside." While Gandalf was having a flash back Hadrian told Frodo about how Saruman turned to the dark side, and how Gandalf eventually found a way for us to escape.

After the brief description, Sam came in. "Frodo!" Sam ran up to Frodo's bed, "bless you you're awake!"

"Sam hasn't left your side since you've came here." Hadrian said with a smile as if remembering good memories.

"You are starting to mend because of Lord Elrond here." Gandalf said while turning slightly to show Lord Elrond. He was clearly an elf, but Frodo couldn't help but compare Hadrian to the Lord. Hadrian greatly surpassed the Lord in beauty, it made Frodo wonder what race Hadrian was from since he surely wasn't one of men, he had the abilities of an istari but he was not one himself. It was odd, but what could one expect from a friend of Gandalf?

"Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins" Elrond said to Frodo.

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Frodo walked out of the room with Sam and they met up with Pippin and Merry. It was a joyous reunion for the four Hobbits. Hadrian watched from the roofs. People never seemed to check up when looking for someone, so it was the perfect hiding space. Hadrian wasn't exactly sure why he was hiding but he decided to push it off as not wanting to intrude. Hadrian watched as Frodo ran to the old friend of Gandalf, he looked older now and sicklier but Hadrian wasn't completely sure if this was normal for Hobbits or not.

Hadrian turned away and watched as Sam packed with curious eyes; it seemed that they did not know that they were set up to not only bring the ring here but also to destroy it. The two Hobbits continued to whisper to each other, oblivious to the fact that elves had amazing hearing and could probably hear what they said from the windows. Perhaps some were listening like Lord Elrond, who was staring down at them with Gandalf.

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Deep in the castle Aragorn sat reading a book and watching Boromir who was examining the shards of Narsil.

"The blade that cut the ring from Sauron's hand." He stared at it and ran his fingers and as expected from running skin on a blade. "Sharp as ever." Boromir turned to stare at Aragorn who was staring at him in a way that said 'You ran your hand on a blade and didn't expect to be cut.' To try to save his own dignity he left with "But nothing more than a broken family heirloom." In his rush he dropped the blade.

The meeting called by Lord Elrond was about to begin.