Frodo & Romilda

By Aria Breuer

Disclaimers: All material from The Lord of the Rings book trilogy belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. All material from the Harry Potter book series belongs to J.K. Rowling. All original material (names, characters, places, and items) belongs to the author of this fan fiction story.

Summary: With the disappearance of Bilbo Baggins, his nephew Frodo Baggins did not expect to have a more troublesome night. Unexpectedly, fate leads Frodo onboard the Hogwarts Express, where he meets fourth-year Gryffindor student, Romilda Vane. Is it love at first sight for Romilda, or another reason to be closer to Harry Potter? Will Frodo return to the Shire without ruining events for Harry, during his sixth year at Hogwarts? Written in 2011. Repost.

January 31st, 2024 Update: Hello and welcome to my The Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter crossover fanfiction story, Frodo & Romilda!

This is one of the earliest The Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter crossover fanfics I posted, back on , in 2011, before I took it down for reasons I don't recall doing. I was a little scared to repost this fanfic, since I don't know how you, the readers, will like it or whether its going to turn out all right. Hopefully, it does. :)

In this first chapter, and I'll admit I did get a review on this matter, which said they didn't recall Frodo weeping a lot, as if this is out of character for Frodo. Since the review, it's been a struggle to get me to write, in my fanfics, characters who weep a lot, let alone Frodo, too! It probably explains Frodo's temper after this first chapter got posted. Also, towards the end of this fanfiction story, it goes a little "Pride and Prejudice," something that happened due to me watching the 2005 movie, "Pride and Prejudice," which explains how this film slipped into my writing a bit. Also, for some reason, I tried to avoid the Twilight Saga when I wrote this fanfic. It makes me wonder if the Twilight Saga slipped into this fanfic at all. That would be a surprise, wouldn't it? :)

Anyway, that's it. Here I present my fanfic, Frodo & Romilda. Enjoy! :)

Chapter One:

Enigmatic Encounters

Frodo Baggins climbed up the grassy slope towards a hobbit-hole, which stood at the top of the Hill. He had to find out if Bilbo had reappeared at Bag End. Frodo was considered fairer and taller than most hobbits. He had curly brown hair, bright eyes, and a cleft on the chin. That day was his coming of age, when he turned 33 years old. While most hobbit folk saw this as an important night, Frodo's main concern at the present moment was to his uncle.

When Frodo reached the top of the slope, he felt something pinch his arms and legs. He turned sharply, but found no one there. Just as he approached the gate, there was another pinch except this time he felt it on his neck. After a brisk stumble across the threshold, Frodo slammed the wooden gate shut and latched it to the fence. He took a few slow, deep breaths, sighed heavily, and glanced at the surroundings before him: there were hobbits still seated at the tables, discussing loudly the incident that had occurred minutes ago.

Before Frodo faced the hobbit-hole with the rounded, green front door, he heard the sound of a train whistle blowing loudly in his ears. As he whirled around and peered down the road, Frodo saw no machinery on wheels or heard the sound a second time. Unsure what had made the whistle, Frodo began his ascent up the stone steps. He had only climbed the first two steps when an invisible door smacked him hard across the face. Frodo toppled backwards on the steps before crashing against the closed gate. He could recall seeing the lights from the Party Field between the cracks in the white-painted wood of the gate. Then he remembered nothing.

While in the darkness of his own thoughts, Frodo heard three accented voices coming from a nearby distance. They seemed to have a thorough understanding of the Common Speech. Was he still in the Shire? Although he wanted to believe this question, more as a statement, there was another part that warned about the voices belonging to foes that only sounded fair. He could hear other voices whispering among themselves. How many foes would he have to face before reaching Bag End?

When he opened his eyelids, Frodo found three children in their mid-teens kneeling over him. He felt the ground on the palm of his hands. Instead of touching green grass and rigged grey stone, in its place was a bristled red rug. The ceiling, yards above his head, had been painted beige and showed few signs of age. To his right: rectangular windows with black frames around the edges. On his left were long, narrow glass windows with rectangular doors leading into various compartments and beige-colored walls that divided up the compartments in, not only this carriage, but other carriages connected to the train.

Frodo blinked for a few seconds in shock. He knew, even then, he was not in the Shire. Maybe, he thought, this is a dream. However, the three tweens were still staring at him with concerned looks spread across their faces. The tweens appeared to be sixteen years old, but there was only one girl amongst the two boys. The first boy had raven hair, the second ginger hair, while the girl had bushy locks of brown hair.

"I think he's coming to," whispered the ginger-haired boy to his friends.

As Frodo sat up, the brown-haired girl asked, "Sir, are you all right? You've been out for five minutes."

The hobbit nodded briskly. "I'm fine. What is this place?" He faced the three tweens and asked, "Who are you?"

Immediately, the raven-haired boy introduced himself. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter." He pointed to the ginger-haired boy next. "This is Ron Weasley," followed by the bushy-haired girl, "and Hermione Granger."

Ron replied jokingly, "You're lucky to be alive. Romilda Vane sure knows how to smack a door at someone's face."

Hermione glared at Ron, while telling him warningly, "Ronald."

"Who's Romilda Vane?" asked Frodo, bewildered by recent events.

"One of Harry's obsessed fans," replied Hermione, glaring now at Harry.

"Hermione, I already told Romilda to leave Neville and Luna alone," barked Harry in an honest voice, before facing Frodo and telling him apologetically, "I'm sorry, but Ron and Hermione are supposed to be on their rounds. Then you showed up and…"

"Half a minute, you want me to leave?" asked Frodo, stunned by the hard tone in Harry's voice. He briefly paused, and then spoke calmly to the trio, while staring at the carpeted floor. "Of course I should return home. I need to see if my uncle is all right and back at Bag End…"

Ron interrupted. "How hard did you hit your head, mate?"

Leaving the matter at rest for a time, Frodo stood up as he said, "I should search for this Romilda Vane and see if she will apologize for…"

Ron shook his head. "I wouldn't count on it, mate."

Just as Ron made Frodo face the corridor before them, Hermione told the hobbit in a concerned voice, "I think it's better if you sat down for a while."

Frodo shot Hermione a stern glare. It was enough to keep Hermione from protesting any further. As he cocked his head towards the corridor, Frodo watched as a fourteen-year-old girl with raven hair, large dark eyes, and a prominent chin winked at him by an opened compartment door. In a blink of an eye, the tween vanished from his sight inside the compartment.

As soon as he realized the trio was still there, Frodo turned and said calmly, "Actually, it should be best if we discuss this more later." Swiftly, he grabbed one of the window ledges for support, just as Harry and Hermione ran up to him. "I'll be fine!"

"Are you sure?" asked Harry, concerned.

Hotly, Frodo answered, "Yes…" he cut himself off when he saw Harry's tense expression. Calmly, he told him, "Just let me do this. I won't be long."

Harry paused. "All right, but don't be long. I'll be inside Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom's compartment. Come there when you've finished talking with my… fan." He then tore down the corridor, a few brisk moments before Ron and Hermione continued their rounds.

Now alone, Frodo took several deep breaths. Once he felt ready enough to begin his venture, Frodo released his hands from the window's ledge. As he hastily traveled down the corridor, he caught various surprised and disgusted looks from many tweens, all appearing in their early to late teens. Ignoring many gazes, Frodo reached the opened door. There, his arm was jerked by the same raven-haired girl, who briskly dragged him inside the compartment and closed the sliding glass door after them.

Frodo barely had time to look at his surroundings when the raven-haired girl forced him down to a long cushioned bench. While the fourteen-year-old girl was busy having a conversation with her group of giggly friends, Frodo had a brief chance to look up at the hammocks above his head and across the way. He saw bags and suitcases stashed inside these hanging, makeshift nets. Right when Frodo was distracted by the moving landscape outside the massive glass window, he felt two arms wrapped firmly around his left arm.

Just as Frodo returned a confused look at the raven-haired girl, she excitedly introduced herself, "I'm Romilda Vane." Before Frodo could get two words out of his mouth, Romilda briskly asked him, "What brought you on the Hogwarts Express? Will you teach at the castle? I hear Dumbledore has hired a new professor this term." Turning to her giggling friends, she asked them in slight confusion, "What was his name again?"

"Slughorn, Horace Slughorn. He's the same professor who's been recruiting students to join his Slug Club," answered one of Romilda's friends.

In a cheerful tone, Romilda spoke up at once. "I knew that." She quickly turned to Frodo, giving him a curious look this time. "So what will you teach at Hogwarts?"

Although he was stunned by this tween's quick reactions, Frodo managed to admit, "Listen, I'm not sure what you speak of or what this Hogwarts is…"

"It's a school for witches and wizards," answered Romilda vainly. She then added, "Aren't you a wizard?"

"No, I'm a hobbit or a Halfling," admitted Frodo, truthfully.

"A Halfling!" shouted Romilda, shoving Frodo against the cushioned bench.

As he regained his balance, Frodo overheard another of Romilda's friends whisper, "He does look cute, Romilda. Maybe you should ask him…"

"No," snapped Romilda in a loud, muttering tone. Keeping her voice lower this time, Romilda told her other friend, snobbishly, "It's obvious this… Halfling is older than me. Besides, why should I give him a chance?"

Giggling softly, a third friend of Romilda's told her aloud, "You slammed the door at his face."

In interruption, Frodo admitted bluntly, "I should leave…" he cut himself off as he charged towards the sliding glass door. However, his passage was soon blocked by Romilda. Calmly, he told the raven-haired girl, "Please move?"

"Not until you tell me what you found out from Harry Potter," declared Romilda scornfully.

Tensely, Frodo replied, "About what, Miss Vane?"

Taken aback, Romilda said mockingly, "Oh, very funny Halfling." In a calmer, still snobbish, tone, she asked him, "I need to know if Harry likes me… a lot. Did he tell you he has a secret crush on me?"

In bewilderment, Frodo asked her in reply, "A crush on you? I hope you do not mean pain, Miss Vane."

"Call me Romilda, Halfling," answered Romilda vainly. "I meant does Harry care about me?"

"I wouldn't know, miss," said Frodo in a tense voice. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way."

"No, you're not leaving this compartment until I have some answers," said Romilda sternly, blocking his passage for the second time.

In a sterner tone, Frodo fought back with his words. "Miss Vane – Romilda Vane – I would prefer it if you move." He paused. Realizing then Romilda wasn't going to budge, Frodo calmed down as he told her, "I'll tell your crush I will return home after this…"

Romilda corrected him, "Train."

"Train… still, once this machinery comes to a full stop, I'll head home to the Shire," said Frodo in a stern voice, but found Romilda hadn't done what he asked.

Just as Frodo attempted to move the raven-haired girl to one side, Romilda asked in fright, "What are you doing, Halfling?"

In frustration, Frodo corrected her. "All right, first my name is not Halfling. That is one name to call my race or kin. My name is Frodo Baggins. Second, I need to return home to see how my uncle is feeling…"

Interrupting once again, Romilda asked in confusion, "What happened to your uncle?" Without warning, she snapped at him. "Is that why you're in a hurry to leave, Baggins?"

Frodo shot a glare at Romilda. The glare worked this time, but with a fearful expression written on her face, Romilda quickly moved out of his way. Seconds before he opened the sliding glass door, Frodo returned a stern look to Romilda, while telling her bluntly, "The next time we meet, call me by my first name. Hopefully, we have a proper introduction, but I doubt that will happen. At least my last name doesn't have vain reasons, as your name suits your personality." He shook his head in disbelief, as he stepped over the threshold and closed the sliding door after him.

The hobbit walked a few feet down the corridor when Romilda opened the compartment door, calling loudly back to him, "If you really are a Halfling, then how come you are the same height as a teenager or an adult wizard?" As Frodo whirled around in shock, Romilda closed the compartment door and returned to her seat.

Stunned and bewildered by what Romilda told him, Frodo sped off down the hallway in search of Harry. Before he reached the nearest compartment he could find, only to discover that he had chosen the wrong compartment, Frodo bumped hard into Ron before collapsing on the carpeted floor seconds later. Still frightened by shock and disbelief, Frodo stumbled to stand up as he charged down the corridor. By the time Ron and Hermione found the hobbit, Frodo was standing by a closed door leading out into another carriage.

After he choked back some tears, Frodo told the witch and wizard, "I shouldn't be here. I should be home… in the Shire, where it's safe. I can't be here…"

"Maybe we should take him to the food carriage," muttered Ron in Hermione's ear.

Hermione nodded in agreement. "I believe you're right." She paused, and then told Frodo sternly, "Oh, come on." Hurriedly, she and Ron dragged Frodo down a few more corridors inside the Hogwarts Express.

Once the three were inside the food carriage, Frodo was escorted by Ron and Hermione over to a booth that stood against one of the back corners. The leather booth had been vacant for roughly five minutes. After Frodo took a seat next to a closed window, Hermione led Ron out of the carriage before he could help himself to wizard snacks. Harry, in the meantime, left Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood's compartment in search of Horace Slughorn.

As he sat on the cushioned seat, Frodo used a sleeve to wipe some tears from his eyelids. The moment he somewhat calmed himself down, Frodo looked out the window with a thoughtful expression: the countryside appeared dry and brown from the summer sun. He wondered what had happened to make this countryside so dry and airy. He noticed the sun was beginning to set in the afternoon sky. Just noticing how small the sun seemed in this English countryside made his thoughts return to the Shire: everything seemed brighter there at times, whenever his Uncle Bilbo mentored him on Elves and elven lore.