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Summary: A Cross-over of Harry Potter and the Lord of the Rings. Harry was 'enjoying' a holiday away from Hogwarts when, on his Birthday, he receives an anonymous package which takes his away from the world he knows into a new world and new adventures.
-Chapter One-
-The Unexpected Party Part One: The Unexpected Guest-
A bright light.
That was the first thing that Harry saw as he awoke from his unknown unconscious state. His first thought was 'what Happened?' It had to be a port key of some kind that brought him here, but if it was a port key there was a good chance he knew who sent it.
However now was not the time for speculation, now he had to find out where he was. Looking around his surroundings he found himself to be sitting beside a bush and under a tree in a wide hilly area. There was the sound of small birds chirping and the wind blowing against the trees and bushes. The sun was already on its way to getting to its highest point and it was a typically warm day. There were green fields as far as the eye could see, and there were beautiful flower bed full of roses and pansies and daffodils and all other flowers you could think of. What surprised Harry the most was that in each hill you could see a small round door, either painted a lush green or strong brown, and next to those door there was always a small rounded window. Each house was symmetrical to the next, each garden, each path, each gate and even the birds over head were symmetrical.
His gaze scanned the area over twice then an extra time just to be sure of this place. It was a beautiful and lovely looking place and it was calming to be here. It was in this calm that Harry suddenly realised he was hurt. His head ached and he was feeling extremely drowsy. He realised that it had better try move or he may never get up.
Summoning all of his energy Harry pushed himself off of the floor and onto his feet. He stood unsteadily for a moment, wobbling slightly as he fought to maintain his balance, the throbbing in his head became louder. After a moment he took his first step away from the hedge, quickly followed by the next. With each step the pain in his head would throb and die down again only to return at the next step.
He wondered absentmindedly in no particular direction. He was vaguely aware of very small children, running and playing around him, and he was also vaguely aware of people working in the next field. He allowed his feet to wonder and soon found himself wondering up a small flight of stairs on a hill. He managed to realise he had found his was to a round green door with a peculiar sign on it before he collapsed into the sweet bliss of unconsciousness…..
….Harry awoke, laying in a small bed, with white linen sheets covering him, a wet cloth across his brow and with the sound of a kettle boiling in the next room. There was no door to this room, only a rounded arch that led to the next room. The room itself wasn't very big, it was in a circular make and had a few chests and shelves that were the only things that stood out.
He forced himself to sit up, groaning as he did so. He gazed around the room once more and found that there was a small number of books on one of the shelves the he could not read the title of and a cloak or two hanging up in the corner. There was a walking-stick leaning against the Arch-frame and an open chest that revealed a few clothes.
At this moment someone walked through the Arch. "Ah! You're awake." He said. The person was only about three to four foot tall, he had grey hair and wore red trousers and waistcoat over a yellow shirt. He wore no shoes and had tufts of hair layering the tops of his feet. He busied himself for a moment by putting a tray of tea and crumpets by the bed Harry was on before turning to him again. "You gave me quite a scare earlier. Imagine, waking up to find a stranger unconscious at you door step. Well, you're lucky you came to my door, anyone else in Hobbiton would have turned you away or left you out on the streets, but I have no such inclinations, I would have considered it ill manners to leave you out on my doorstep the way you were. But come, you must eat, you've been asleep for two days that can make anyone loose there strength. I've only brought you tea and crumpets because I'm not sure what you like to eat but if you want any more I'll see what I can do."
Harry watched this man babble one for a moment and the tray was placed upon his lap. "Um…not to seem ungrateful…sir…but, who are you? And even more important, where am I?"
"Ah! Where are my manners?" The man said. He then moved a step away and bowed. "Bilbo Baggins at your service. And this, my friend, is Hobbiton, in the North Farthing or the Shire."
"Um, I'm Harry Potter…of little Whinging, Surry. I'm sorry for intruding on you like this, I'm…uh...not quite sure how I got here." Harry answered, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Bilbo smile at him. "Think nothing of it my boy, I'm sure Gandalf can help you when he arrives. Of course you've heard of Gandalf."
Harry shook his head. "Um…no, sorry." He could honestly say he hadn't heard of Gandalf.
Bilbo seemed shocked. "Everybody's heard of Gandalf. You must have heard of him. The grey pilgrim? Mithrandir?" He receives a shake of the head for each. "Goodness me, never heard of Gandalf. In all my years I've never heard of anyone who didn't know of Gandalf."
"Well…uh…perhaps I live too far away to know about him?" Harry suggested.
"Perhaps." Bilbo muttered, trying to contemplate this. He suddenly smiled. "Would you like to hear how I met Gandalf?"
Harry sat in silence for a moment, wondering on the small man. It might pass the time to hear what Bilbo had to say. "Alright." He nodded.
"Very well, but you must eat." Bilbo chided. Harry groaned and agreed anyway, and so Bilbo began his story. "It all started on a particularly beautiful morning in June…or was it July. Anyway I had just finished second Breakfast and had gone outside to blow smoke rings, as I find that very comforting. I had been there for only a few moments when this old man dressed in grey cloaks appeared out of no where. Now if I knew then what do know I would have acted differently towards him. Now I saw him and greeted him. "Good morning" I said to him and he answered me back, "What do you mean by good morning? Do you mean that you are good this morning, or that it a morning to be good on, or do you feel good this morning or that it a good morning whether I wish it to be or not?" Now this was not the reply I was expecting and it threw me of completely. And I answer..."
-End Chapter One-
Right, that's it for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it, those of you who read it. I would like to thank my one reviewer, celedriel-greenleaf. Any criticism is welcome.
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