Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR, J.R.R. Tolkien does. I also don't own Harry Potter, (obviously), J.K. Rowling does. And I don't own Kel or Neal either , Tamora Pierce does. The major plot in this story does not completely belong to me either. I have used some general ideas from psycho elf's "Pirates in the Fellowship." And you may notice a bit of Elvish in here. I got that from various websites. I think some of it may be incorrect. So. . .

Third Age 3018

At Orthanc. . .

Saruman was bored. There was really nothing for him to do. He'd made quite a few hundred orcs already, and his palantir was becoming tiresome. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, an evil thought came to his head, and slowly, a smile began to stretch across his usually grim face.

"I will finally have power over all the Free People of Middle-Earth! They will bow down to me!"

Saruman's plan was to create another Ring, this one binding to power of the Free Peoples. He would take over Middle-Earth and everyone would become his servants. Now why he thought of making a ring, no one knew. He was rather. . . eccentric.

But as it was, when one's mind is so corrupted by thoughts of evil, one neglects to remember that much could go wrong. And so his plans went astray, for instead of summoning the power of the 3 races, he summoned 5 people from 3 different worlds.

When he figured out that he had not succeeded, Saruman destroyed the Ring he had forged, proclaiming it "useless" and had a major temper tantrum, rolling on the ground and soiling his immaculate white garments.

In Tortall. . .

Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelin stood, facing her "opponent," Sir Nealan of Queenscove. The two were fencing. As they both lunged at each other, Neal lost his balance and fell, pulling Kel down with him. They both crashed into a wall. Well, actually, to put it in correct terms, they fell into a wall and slid through it, arriving in a very strange-looking room. There were chairs all around them and they were standing near a small circular platform.

Kel sheathed her sword. "Where are we?"

Neal shook his head. "I have no idea."

On earth (our Earth). . .

Emily1 and Emily2 were having a staring contest, something they often did. In staring so forcefully at each other, they did not see their surroundings change. Emily1 and Emily2 blinked simultaneously, ending their contest. Only then did they notice that they were sitting in 2 of many chairs in the room, facing a small circular platform.

"The Last Homely House!" exclaimed both Emilys at the same time. Then: "Jinx?" Emily2 asked hopefully.

Emily1 shook her head. "Why are we in Rivendell?"

It was definitely hard to believe, but sure enough, there was Elrond's house, behind them, vast and rich, yet delicate and beautiful.

Emily2 jumped as someone tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around and came face-to-face (actually, nose-to-chin, seeing as Neal was taller than her) with an adolescent male and female.

"Do you have any idea where we are?" asked the male, in a dry voice.

Emily1 nodded. "We're in Rivendell-"

"ARE YOU KELADRY OF MINDELIN!" Emily2 gawked, staring at the pair.

Neal looked uncomfortable. "Actually, that's Kel." He pointed to Kel. "I'm Neal."

"What are you doing here!"

"Wait-how do you know us?"

Before anyone could say more, a black-haired boy with glasses appeared beside them. He looked rather shaken to find himself in an unknown room.

Emily1 gaped. "HARRY POTTER!"

Harry stumbled back. "Muggles? . . . I'm not supposed to be-oh no! Where am I?"

Emily1 and 2 sighed. The explanations would take forever. When they had finally gotten through all that, still none of them could figure out why they were there. Eventually, Emily1 went into the house to find Elrond. In one of many richly furnished rooms, she ran into Arwen Undomiel, Elrond's only daughter.

"Mae govannen na Imladris." Said Arwen. (Welcome to Rivendell)

Emily1 frantically searched her small sindarin vocabulary. "Um, hannon le." (thank you)

Arwen smiled (probably at Emily1's accent).

"Um," Emily1 fumbled, awed by the Lady's portrayed beauty, "could I speak with your father, lord Elrond? There are some matters I would like to address with him."

"Certainly." Said Arwen, still smiling. "Are you of the people of the south?"

Emily1 considered this. The elves were friendly. The foreigners would be safe here. "Not of the south, but of a land even farther away."

Arwen looked slightly baffled, but nevertheless brought Emily1 to Elrond, who was standing on a veranda, looking over his gardens. Elrond nodded, acknowledging her presence, then gave her his famous frown.

"Who are you and what business do you have in Imladris? Do you serve Sauron or are you enemy to him?" he asked as soon as Arwen had left.

Emily1 was startled, as one might be in her position. "My name is Emily and I come from the planet Earth, which is foreign to this place. I did not come by will, or I may know how I ended up here. And to answer your last question: I serve neither Sauron nor the Ring. Does that clear things up?"

But evidently Elrond was not satisfied. "Are there any that came with you?"

"There is one from where I am from. She is a human as well. The other three are from different worlds. From what I know, none came here willingly and none mean any harm. We are just as confused as you, if not more."

Elrond sighed. It was his first encounter with strangers from other worlds, and, as much as he was convinced that they were not allied with the enemy, he also had no idea why they were here.

At length he spoke. "My daughter Arwen will find you a room to stay in. Bring me the other four."

"Very well, my lord." Emily1 bowed her head respectfully and walked off the veranda. She found Arwen waiting for her. She showed her to a room with splendid décor, the biggest bedroom Emily1 had ever set foot in. Arwen backed out, unnoticed by Emily1's astounded eyes. The bed must have been king-sized, and the windows were draped with a light purple silk, bringing colour and liveliness to the room.

Suddenly, Emily1 remembered that she was supposed to bring Emily2, Kel, Neal, and Harry to Elrond. She didn't think Elrond had an abundance of patience. She dashed out of the room and back to where the 4 were waiting. Depositing them in front of Elrond, she returned to her room, where she flopped onto the bed, suddenly overcome with unexplainable weariness and immediately fell asleep, sure that all this was a dream.

A few hours later, though, she had been convinced that it was not a dream, as she woke up to see fancy carvings in the ceiling. It was evening, and the last rays of the sun streaked feebly through her window as the got out of bed and answered the knocking at the door, which had started a few seconds ago. Emily2 was there, and apparently the issue of the foreigners had been settled, because she was announcing that they should go to dinner.

At dinner, both were surprised to see 4 hobbits and a ranger eating with them. That meant it must have been around the end of October.

Elrond confirmed their guesses. "It is the 24th of October." He said, in answer to their question.

Dinner passed by like a blur. Dish after dish of steaming food was brought to the table. The Emilys were still confused as to why they were in Middle-Earth, but they decided that, since they were there, they might as well have fun.

The next morning the Emilys woke to find spare clothes beside their bed (seeing as they only had what they were wearing). They consisted of a cloak, breeches, leather tunics, and soft leather boots. In the bundle was also a dress, but never had either of them seen anything so elegant and fine. It was of rich velvet, of deep red and dark purple, with a delicate gold trim around the collar and sleeves.

The 2 Emilys went to breakfast together, wearing their new clothes, which would have looked awkward in their old world. At breakfast Elrond asked them to attend the council, which would take place later today. A conversation with the other foreigners revealed that they, too, had been invited.

At the council. . .

Emily2 looked around her. There were many elves that she did not recognize, but she did perceive Gloin, the dwarf, one of the 13 who had accompanied Thorin to the Lonely mountain. Sitting beside him was him son, Gimli. At the other end of the room she recognized Legolas, Prince of Greenwood, who was there as a messenger of his father, Thranduil. And of course there was Aragorn and Elrond, and Frodo and Gandalf. There was also a man of the south, Boromir, son of the steward of Gondor. Emily1 felt very inferior to be surrounded by such people of high authority and rank. Emily2, on the other hand, yawned. How boring can you get? She wondered as Elrond spoke. Eventually he said, "Bring forth the Ring."

Frodo stood up and placed the Ring on the small platform. Emily2 immediately felt a strong attraction to it, somewhat inexplicable, even though she knew the Ring had a mind of its own. Harry was frowning, with his hand inside his pocket, gripping his wand. Kel and Neal also looked rather uncomfortable. Emily1 fidgeted, shifting her glance to the other people at the council, who had started murmuring among themselves.

Elrond was still talking. Emily2 had tuned him out, transfixed in the beauty of the small object. It seemed so harmless, and yet, dangerous. For a fleeting moment, she felt resentful toward the fact that it should be destroyed, but soon that passed, and she was brought back down to earth (not literally, or she would have found herself where she was at the beginning of this story, having a staring contest with nobody, as Emily1 would still be here) just in time to hear Elrond select the 5 foreigners to go with Frodo to Mordor and destroy the Ring. He chose also Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Legolas, and Gimli, to represent the Free Peoples of Middle-Earth.

"You shall be the Fellowship of the-"

Gandalf cleared his throat. "Excuse me, lord Elrond, but you seem to have forgotten that I would prefer to guide them to Mordor, rather than wait worriedly for their return. I assure you, they will need me."

Elrond's face remained hard and unchanged. "Delu van no le. Dhannathal, Mithrandir." (A fell road is before you. You will fall, Mithrandir.)

"If that is to happen, then such a fate was meant for me," responded Gandalf stubbornly. "I will guide the Fellowship."

Before Elrond could respond, Boromir stood up. "I, too, will go. I will represent my people."

Sam, Merry, and Pippin came out from behind a clump of bushes. "You're not leaving me behind!" shouted Sam. "I swore to protect Frodo, and I shall!"

"And you'll have to tie us up and put us in sacks if you wish for us to remain behind." added Pippin.

Elrond sighed. For a moment he was silent, mulling over the prospect of adding 5 more members to the Fellowship. This was not how he had planned things. Merry and Pippin would prove almost useless, it seemed. Sam. . . Sam could not be separated from his master. He would never be able to live with himself. But even so, Elrond could not see the use in him going to Mordor. He knew that Gandalf and Boromir would go, even if he did not allow it. Then, almost smiling, he shook his head. The 3 hobbits were just as pigheaded and stubborn as Gandalf, if not more. Sending them along with the Fellowship would prevent them from sneaking off after them on their own. He sighed again, wondering why he had to be the one to make such choices. "So be it then. The 14 of you shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."

The Emilys were ecstatic. They had never, in their wildest dreams, imagined being part of the Fellowship. Kel and Neal looked quite baffled, and Harry just wondered how he had gotten himself into this mess.

The 5 foreigners spent the next 2 months getting ready to leave Rivendell. There were also a number of things they had to be taught. Fencing and swordsmanship was a must for the Emilys and Harry (Kel and Neal knew how to use a sword, as well as the bow, and could ride skillfully, thanks to years under lord Wyldon's discipline). Emily2 could use a bow and Emily1 had taken horseback riding before. She was overjoyed to hear that she could ride every day in Rivendell.

And so their days fell into an enjoyable routine. In the morning they started with fencing, taught by Aragorn, Boromir, and one of the elves (Aragorn and Boromir taught them to fence with Gondorian swords and the elf taught them to fence with elven swords), followed by archery, taught by Legolas. They took a break for lunch and then went to the stables for horseback riding, taught by Arwen, and sometimes other elves. Then they had their own time until dinner. After dinner, members of the Fellowship would take turns teaching the 5 of them the history of Middle-Earth and its current rulers, as well as a bit of Elvish and Rohirric, in case they ever needed to use it. As usual, Emily1 took notes, something everyone found rather amusing.

By the end of the first week, Emily1 wanted to stay in Rivendell forever; it was just so beautiful. She had always envied elves, for they were so peaceful and had so much skill. And of course, she loved pointy elf ears.

During the second week, an interesting conversation took place between Harry and Gandalf.

"What are you?" Harry said out of the blue.

"What?" Gandalf was taken aback by this question.

"Well, everyone else is either a dwarf, an elf, a man, or a hobbit. You don't seem to fall into any of those categories. What are you?"

"I'm a wizard."

"Are you? So am I! I go to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry."

"To what?"

"Hogwarts. It's a school for wizards and witches. Haven't you ever heard of it?"

Gandalf looked a bit confused. "No. I've never heard of such a thing-or place. But either way, we must devise something to tell other people if they ask about that wood thing of yours." He pointed to Harry's wand.

Harry felt a wave of frustration pass over him. "It is not a wood thing!" he said hotly. Then, to demonstrate his point, he raised his wand and announced, "Wingardium Leviosa!" Gandalf's hair started rising, and rising, until it stood on end, at which point Harry lowered it slowly.

Gandalf stared, openmouthed. Then, promptly, he closed his mouth and hid his amazement. However, the awe still showed in his voice as he said, "That is a powerful weapon. We will tell others that you have shown great potential to be a wizard. The piece of wood will be replacing your staff, and you shall be my assistant."

The time passed quickly. By the end of the first month Emily2 hit her target every time in archery, Emily1 could jump small hedges, and both could disarm each other in fencing. All 5 could successfully recite the history of Gondor and Rohan and Middle-Earth's current kings and rulers.

And by the end of the second month, nobody wanted to leave. But they had to complete this mission, and prepared to leave for December 25, exactly 2 months after the council of Elrond.

"Merry Christmas." Emily1 said glumly to Emily2 as they prepared to leave. Emily2 nodded, also very subdued.

Just before they left, Elrond had one last talk with the Fellowship, concerning the foreigners.

"They are not to know your true names," he said, "nor your origins, or, most importantly, that you do not belong to Middle-Earth." He turned to Emily1. "You shall be Itarildë." (that's Elvish for Emily, and from now on Emily1 will be referred to as "Itarildë" to avoid confusion) "You shall be of Elvish ancestry. All of you shall be of Gondor." Kel was to be Ioreas. Neal (Iorlas) and Emily2 (Ioreth) were to be her cousins. Harry was dubbed Olorin the Different, and was given the position of Gandalf's student. That was he could still use magic in Middle-Earth, especially in desperate need, and would not be questioned for it. All of them were to be born and raised in Gondor (well, except Harry).

He had named her Itarilde because she seemed to have a certain air of grace around her. He'd noticed her walking lightly in the gardens of Rivendell, never unbalanced, and would have thought she was a descendant (though very far down the family line) of some elf if she had not been from another world. And even though she didn't have pointed ears, her manner of self-composure seemed to almost resemble that of an elf's.

And so the Fellowship set off. Aragorn looked back for a moment and cast a final, wistful, glance at Arwen, and Emily2 could have sworn she had seen him wipe away a few tears.

A/N: I've decided to add in something to help everyone who reads this story. I've been nagging myself to do this since I started this story, but I've been procrastinating. I realized after I posted the first chapter that I never described the 2 Emilys. For all the readers know, they are just 2 random characters, picked out of my imagination. That isn't quite who they are. Well, they certainly are people that I dreamed up, but they aren't just there to fill in spaces.

Emily1 and Emily2 are two girls from this world that we live in. They are good friends and are quite young (I would say no older than 15) as compared to everyone else in the Fellowship. This makes it a bit surreal when they fight battles and kill orcs, but I can't possibly take them out of the fighting in LOTR. So just bear with me if it becomes somewhat unrealistic. Emily2 tends to be a bit more mature than Emily1, and Emily1 tends to be more spirited and excitable than her friend. Both the Emilys have long brown hair, are the same height, and have the same coloured eyes (brown). Because they look alike, this sometimes causes confusion when others address them. I've made them almost the centres of attention in this story because most of the people who will read this story already know Harry Potter, Tamora Pierce's characters, and the LOTR characters and all their characteristics. But then there are 2 other personalities, completely different from the others. It stands out a bit, I guess.

I think that's all. Let me know if I've missed anything!