Disclaimers: All canon material from The Lord of the Rings goes to J.R.R. Tolkien, New Line Cinema, and Standing Stones. All canon material from the Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

Welcome to the seventh part in the Hobbit Wizards series. :)

This is a rewrite of the first version of this story. The reason it's a rewrite is because when I wrote The Orb of Truth the first time, it went in a direction I didn't like. While some things are similar to the first version, hopefully, there will be new material as well. It also follows a similar trend to my unfinished 2010 drafted play version, which only went a little way into the story. That was seven years ago when I wrote the play version. I attempted to update it, but had long since deviated from the play's storyline. Again, to an extent, since I still have the outlines for the play version for Book 7. So, that's exciting. :)

As for this story, yes, if follows The Deathly Hallows to an extent. It also deviates from the Harry's story as well, when we get into Frodo's adventures more and his exploration of new environments and worlds.

Enjoy. :)

The Walson Café was busy as ever around noon. Many authors came here to relax or work on their new story. One such author was busy writing her second book. Her name was Melanie Hopson, Melena for short. She had long flowing locks of brown hair, curled to a fashion. She was a natural beauty, but didn't stray too far from being bold and daring. It often got her in trouble by the other authors and authoresses.

She could live with that.

By all means, this café was her home. Her work area. If she could, she would spend the entire day sitting and drinking coffee by the fireside table. Today, she was working on her new book and that was all she cared about.

She even had the first chapter all figured out, where it wanted to go.

Chapter One:

The Dread Man's Revenge

Once, long ago, there was a young boy who lived by the sea. Oh, how he loved to collect seashells and bring them over to his mother, who he adored dearly. His mother loved him, too, and did not want to give him up for anything. They were quite the pair, being a witch and a wizard.

The boy was special. He was garnished with the gift of immortality, a gift so profound that people thought they were going mad with guilt. Believe me, the boy wanted to be mortal. It was his most prized possession. Surely, Hogwarts was not the place for him. Middle-earth might be an acquired taste. Or even Narnia, with its Eastern Sea and the wardrobe leading to the wastelands and forests made out of gold.

No. This boy meant everything to his mother and she wanted him to stay in their world. Not once did she think that Frodo Baggins might show up and grant their wishes. Still, there was a place for everything, and everything meant keeping the boy here, at least for tonight. His mother claimed she could protect him, love him enough. The boy was lucky to have her by his side, whenever he needed her.

That was the promise they made. The promise he would keep for the rest of his life. Nothing could keep them apart now. Nothing….

"Melena!" the waitress got her attention. "There's a phone call for you."

"Did they say who it was from?" Melena asked, looking up from her notepad.

"They didn't give a name." The waitress handed her the large black cell phone.

Melena's eyes widened with fear. She didn't know who was on the other end. If she was lucky, it wouldn't be someone out to kill her. Still, she had to answer the phone. Quietly, she pressed the phone to her ear and answered, "Hello?"

"Melena," said a man's voice on the other end, "you know that gig you wanted. The Dark Lord's anxious to give it to you."

"Which dark lord? There's several." Melena asked, nervous.

"The Dark Lord from Mordor." The man replied. "He's waiting for you to come to the Caves, where no one knows you're coming. What say you and me drop in for a visit?"

"Malcolm, I told you before, no more games." Melena spoke loudly into the receiver.

"Please Melena," Malcolm insisted, "this is important."

"You're one of Sauron's followers." Melena told him. "I won't do it."

"Please Melena! Don't hang up. If you do, the Dark Lord will do something terrible to the Author's Campus!" Malcolm warned her. "Please. You have to listen to me. My life depends on it."

"You really should have thought about that, before we started dating." Melena hung up the phone. She shook her head, her pen diving into her world to find out what the Dread Man's revenge was about. "I've had enough of this nonsense. What could possibly go wrong?"

A red glint caught her eye. She turned her head sideways towards the window. A fireball sailed towards the café, heading straight for her. She gasped, feeling time move in slow motion.

BLAST!

She was thrown backwards, against the bar table, the wood paneling hitting her side. She crashed onto the tiled floor, in severe pain. This was not her day. Already, her new book was forgotten when an armored man dressed all in black, complete with a mane of dark hair, walked slowly towards her, as if time moved against him. She glanced up one more time before fainting, her world no longer her own.

Thanks for reading. :) Melena's one of my veteran original characters who makes her reappearance and first appearance in this series. So, it's nice to work with her again in another story, and to make up for what I did to her in the 2010 drafted play version for this series. :)