Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings OR Harry Potter. They belong to
the two masterminds J.R.R. Tolkein and J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Finally I decided to write a LOTR and HP crossover fic! Happycrazywow yay and hyperness! Yes, yes, I know Boromir should be dead. But I don't care. This is *MY* story, and *I* decide who's gonna be alive. *sticks tongue out at readers* All set? Let's go!
Swish. Clang. The singing of steel upon steel sang out and echoed around the small, wooded clearing as Aragorn and Boromir dashed around the center, having a friendly sword-fight.
Around the little glade sat the members of the Fellowship. Legolas (*crowd of screaming girls faint at the sound of his name) was perched on a small boulder, waxing the string of his bow and fletching new arrows with the plumage of various birds.
Merry and Pippin sat along the edge, cheering for either Boromir or Aragorn, whichever one was winning at the time.
Sam was cooking two rabbits over a small campfire, while Gimli watched hungrily (A/N: We does not like Gimli, does we my precioussssss . . . *readers stare at her oddly* Er, forget I said that . . .)
Frodo smiled and leaned back against a moss-covered boulder. It felt good to have some rest after many close calls and battles.
There was a sizzling sound and Sam screeched that Gimli had made him burn the meat. Quite quickly this escalated into an argument and there was a clang as Sam whacked the Dwarf with his frying pan.
Frodo winced as Merry and Pippin, no longer focused on the sword fight, began to chant 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' On second thought, sometimes rest was impossible when you traveled with a Fellowship consisting of two men, an elf, a dwarf, and three hyperactive hobbits. Well, Sam wasn't exactly hyperactive, but even he had his moments.
Frodo got to his feet heavily and shouted 'I'm going for a quick stroll! I'll be back in a bit!' to the fighting Fellowship, and quietly slipped out of the glade for a bit of well-earned peace and quiet.
When the sounds from the camp finally died away, Frodo sighed with relief. It was not that he didn't like his companions; they were the best friends he ever had. But even the most sociable of hobbits enjoyed their solitude.
Frodo walked a short distance away from the camp, before sitting down near a creek. I should probably be getting back soon, he thought, but something compelled him to stay. For awhile he just sat there, enjoying the silence of the forest. But gradually he became aware of a strange presence in the area. Slowly getting up, he turned around and saw immediately what he was looking for.
It was an old moss-covered rock, nothing more. Anyone else would have simply overlooked it. But long experience and being associated with magic had taught Frodo not to judge things by appearance.
Kneeling next to the rock, Frodo scraped moss and ferns away until many minuscule carvings were visible. He peered at it closely, but could only make out the odd letter here and there.
It was Elvish, no doubt about that, but the writing was so ancient that years of erosion had caused most of it to fade away.
After another futile attempt to read the writing, Frodo gave up and turned his attention instead to an odd-looking symbol carved beneath the runes.
It appeared to be a sun, with two snake-like dragons curled about it. His curiosity now aroused, Frodo reached out one finger to touch it.
The moment his skin made contact with the stone, a brilliant white light erupted from the symbol.
Yelping in panic, Frodo tried to yank his hand away, but it was of no use. The light engulfed him. When it finally faded, Frodo was no longer on the streambank.
Frodo hurtled through blinding whiteness, suddenly being tossed out of it like a butterfly in a hurricane. He had a split-second view of a dark, misty wood before his head hit cold stone and he knew no more.
A/N: *looks around nervously and whispers* I know, that was bad, but somehow I think I am not mentally capable of doing anything right. Just so you guys know, this IS a crossover fic, but I decided to start in Middle- Earth for a change. Go me. Now all you people be nice and review or I'll set Gollum on you. Tootles. :)
A/N: Finally I decided to write a LOTR and HP crossover fic! Happycrazywow yay and hyperness! Yes, yes, I know Boromir should be dead. But I don't care. This is *MY* story, and *I* decide who's gonna be alive. *sticks tongue out at readers* All set? Let's go!
Swish. Clang. The singing of steel upon steel sang out and echoed around the small, wooded clearing as Aragorn and Boromir dashed around the center, having a friendly sword-fight.
Around the little glade sat the members of the Fellowship. Legolas (*crowd of screaming girls faint at the sound of his name) was perched on a small boulder, waxing the string of his bow and fletching new arrows with the plumage of various birds.
Merry and Pippin sat along the edge, cheering for either Boromir or Aragorn, whichever one was winning at the time.
Sam was cooking two rabbits over a small campfire, while Gimli watched hungrily (A/N: We does not like Gimli, does we my precioussssss . . . *readers stare at her oddly* Er, forget I said that . . .)
Frodo smiled and leaned back against a moss-covered boulder. It felt good to have some rest after many close calls and battles.
There was a sizzling sound and Sam screeched that Gimli had made him burn the meat. Quite quickly this escalated into an argument and there was a clang as Sam whacked the Dwarf with his frying pan.
Frodo winced as Merry and Pippin, no longer focused on the sword fight, began to chant 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' On second thought, sometimes rest was impossible when you traveled with a Fellowship consisting of two men, an elf, a dwarf, and three hyperactive hobbits. Well, Sam wasn't exactly hyperactive, but even he had his moments.
Frodo got to his feet heavily and shouted 'I'm going for a quick stroll! I'll be back in a bit!' to the fighting Fellowship, and quietly slipped out of the glade for a bit of well-earned peace and quiet.
When the sounds from the camp finally died away, Frodo sighed with relief. It was not that he didn't like his companions; they were the best friends he ever had. But even the most sociable of hobbits enjoyed their solitude.
Frodo walked a short distance away from the camp, before sitting down near a creek. I should probably be getting back soon, he thought, but something compelled him to stay. For awhile he just sat there, enjoying the silence of the forest. But gradually he became aware of a strange presence in the area. Slowly getting up, he turned around and saw immediately what he was looking for.
It was an old moss-covered rock, nothing more. Anyone else would have simply overlooked it. But long experience and being associated with magic had taught Frodo not to judge things by appearance.
Kneeling next to the rock, Frodo scraped moss and ferns away until many minuscule carvings were visible. He peered at it closely, but could only make out the odd letter here and there.
It was Elvish, no doubt about that, but the writing was so ancient that years of erosion had caused most of it to fade away.
After another futile attempt to read the writing, Frodo gave up and turned his attention instead to an odd-looking symbol carved beneath the runes.
It appeared to be a sun, with two snake-like dragons curled about it. His curiosity now aroused, Frodo reached out one finger to touch it.
The moment his skin made contact with the stone, a brilliant white light erupted from the symbol.
Yelping in panic, Frodo tried to yank his hand away, but it was of no use. The light engulfed him. When it finally faded, Frodo was no longer on the streambank.
Frodo hurtled through blinding whiteness, suddenly being tossed out of it like a butterfly in a hurricane. He had a split-second view of a dark, misty wood before his head hit cold stone and he knew no more.
A/N: *looks around nervously and whispers* I know, that was bad, but somehow I think I am not mentally capable of doing anything right. Just so you guys know, this IS a crossover fic, but I decided to start in Middle- Earth for a change. Go me. Now all you people be nice and review or I'll set Gollum on you. Tootles. :)