Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Hopefully I will in the near future. I have plans to bash him in his head with a rock and STEAL HIM! GATHP!

Harry struggled out of Boromirs grip and hit his head on a rock. "Oooow!" he moaned.

Boromir grabbed him. "Why didn't you tell us about the Balrog?" he hissed.

"I didn't know it was going to be down there! I only saw it once! Why the hell would I go looking for something that tried to eat me!"

Boromir threw Harry to the ground in disgust and walked away, muttering angrily to himself.

"We can't trust him," he said. "He will betray us the first chance he gets."

One of the hobbits walked over to Harry. "Hello," he said. "I'm Pippin."

"Harry."

"Boromir's odd. You don't have to worry about him." Pippin sidled closer to Harry. "No-one really likes him. He's like a plague that broods and occasionally steals Frodo's ring,"he whispered confidentially.

Legolas hurried over, puffing slightly. "Come along, hobbits and thing. We must leave before the orcs chase us."

Harry rolled his eyes. Really, how offensive. This Legolas had no manners at all. He thought of something, and snickered. Raising his wand, he turned the elf's hair a violent shade of purple. Stowing his wand away, he limped slowly after Legolas. Behind him, he could hear the hobbits giggling gleefully.

As Legolas reached the group, they all stared at him with expressions of delight on their faces. "What?" he huffed.

"Your hair…" Aragorn gasped. "It's purple!" Gimli broke into full-fledged roars of laughter, and Boromirs mouth twitched in amusement. The hobbits were rolling on the ground, breathless from mirth.

Legolas pulled his hair into his sight. "MY HAIR!" he screamed, and started sobbing hysterically. "I'll never be beautiful again!"

Aragorn sniggered. "Don't worry, Legolas. I'm sure it'll change back to blonde soon. But in the meantime, we really must be going to Lothlorien."

Legolas sniffed, and nodded as Aragorn strode off to collect everyone.

Harry hobbled a little ways behind the Fellowship. Boromir had been so kind as to give him stuff to carry. He tripped over a rock, dropping the items. Up ahead, he saw Boromir stop. Harry couldn't see what he was doing.

Boromir turned around and put his things back into his pack. He then picked Harry up and threw him over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" Harry demanded. Boromir didn't listen. "I can walk on my own! PUT ME DOWN NOW!"

Of course, Boromir didn't twitch.

Harry growled under his breath. He took his wand out from his shirt pocket and hit the idiot Man with a stinging hex.

Boromir dropped him with a yell of outrage, rubbing his shoulder where the Harry had gotten him with the hex.

Harry rolled to absorb the shock as he was dropped. He picked up his glasses from where they had fallen, and tied them back onto his face. He glared up at Boromir. "I can walk on my own," he said shortly. He turned and continued after the Fellowship, who had all turned to watch the disagreement.

A/N: Ahem. Um. Good news, everybody. I have gotten over the writers' block! I'm so happy! Thank you so much to all the reviewers who had suggestions, they really helped! Virtual hugs and cookies for everyone!

P.S. Keep on sending suggestions, they'll be useful. I have an idea of what will happen, but suggestions are awesome.