Title: Silver Puddles (Don’t ask. I didn’t think before my fingers wrote!)

Author: Dimgwrthien, Lady of the Shadow

Rating: PG

Timeline: At Lothlorien, and 1996, Harry’s fifth year!

Characters: Fellowship, Dimgwrthine, a few Harry Potter characters…

Genre: Action/Adventure, Humor, Mystery, General, a mixture of it all! ^ _ ^

Disclaimer: Sorry, I still do not own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. I’m still trying though! I only own Dingwrthien in everything I write! I made her up! Along with Adeline, AKA: Dimgwrthien, or Rose! I own them wherever you see them! Call me if you find them! ^ _ ^

Summary: The Fellowship find something in Lothlorien that may change a lot. A portal to 1996, Hogwarts! How will they deal with the Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort, Saruman, the One Ring, and Harry Potter?!

Spoilers: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, Harry Potter and teh Chamer of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, The Fellowship of the Ring, and possibly the Simarillion.

Warnings: This is Alternate Universe. Never happened, most likely never will. Please, just enjoy! Not a Mary Sue! No romance!

Dedicated: To Merry, Cloud Goddess of the Elves. I hope you like this! We Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fans got to stick together! Make sure to read her stories too!

Reveiwers: Get a Return of the King and Sirius Black and Remus Lupin poster and cookies if your reveiw! Not really, but it’s fin to pretend!

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Legolas was far ahead the rest of the group, who were all trying to walk through the thick forests of Lothlorien with difficulty. The rocks jutted out everywhere in the remote area they ventured though. Of course, it was Legolas’s idea.
“Hurry up!” Legolas called to them. The tangle of mortals tried, only getting themselves tangled in a heap at the edge of a tree root. Gimli, sadly, was on top of everyone, so all were growling in pain from the stout Dwarf.
“Keep moving!” Legolas called again. Aragorn made it up and out of the pile, sprinting quickly the Legolas before he ws nearly killed again.
“B-Boromir!” gasped Pippin, who was being suffocated by the sheild. “Get off me!”
“Pippin!”
“Gimli! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”
“You okay, Frodo?”
“‘Tis but a fleash wound! ARGH! OW! Ow! Gimli!”
“Why did you bring that axe?!”
“Because of the Elves!”
All Gimli got in responce were stares. Legolas hurrumphed and turned away.
“Stupid Dwarf.”
“Smelly Ranger.”
“Fool of a Took!”
“Stop quoting Gandalf!”
“Okay!” Merry looked on, seeing things because he couldn’t breath right. “Pudding!”
“What?”
“Beer and pudding! And mushrooms!”
“Mushrooms? Where?” Both Hobbits ran off to where they thought they were seeing mushrooms. Sam scoffed to see it was actually mushrooms, but no pudding or beer were in sight.
Legolas sighed and slapped his forehead. The whole Fellowship was doomed if they couldn’t even get through a simple forest! As he sighed again, an arrow was right next to his ear.
“You have entered the Realm of the Lady of the Golden Wood, she is waiting,” someone spoke in his ear. Turning sharply, he yelled at the figure.
“Haldir! We already told you, you let us in! We are NOT, and I repeat NOT, tresspassers.” Legolas growled at him. Rumil and Orophin backed away in the backround.
“Oh!” Haldir noticed them. “That makes sence! C’mon dudes!” He waved his hand and walked away with his annoyed brothers.
“Get over here!” Legolas yelled a last time, trying to urge the group to get to the place he wanted to show them. It was a strange place, and it was al so pretty. The Elf growled.
“Muth’ooms ood! (Mushrooms good!)” Pippin gulped down more and more.
“‘Ep! (Yep!)” agreed Merry. Aragorn walked over and grabbed the Hobbits, dragging them to follow the Fellowship.
For about ten more minutes they trudged along, glancing around at the sounds of birds whistling, or a ruffle of the golen leaves, never falling. The sky was a light blue, culumbus cloud blocking out a little of the sun. The air was freash, and everything was great.
“Here we are!” Legolas called happily to them.
The sight before them was the same as they had seen for the past mile or so, but a small pond was in the middle of the plain between the trees. A silver pond, reflecting the sunlight, blurred only a little. Something was strange around this pond, though noone knew what…. Pefectly smooth… ripples appeared all of a sudden. Something was moving torwards them, seemingly mad.
“Legolas Greenleaf! You get to Lothlorien, and you don’t even say ‘hello’ to someone you’ve not seen in ten years?!” screamed a young Elfling. Legolas and Aragorn sighed together, cringing. The rest looked on to where the screaming was from, Gimli holding his axe aloft.
Sure enough, Dimgwrthien, the one Elfling Legolas was hoping was gone for good, as in dead, was back. Her fair and pale face was steaming with anger, but she seemed to only be joking. When she saw him and Aragorn, she sprinted very, very fast at them and hugged them to death. Dark hair covered her smooth skin, curled and black to blue colored. Her eyes, reflecting a river stream in night, looked them over. She was very tall, near Legolas’s height, though only seven hindred years old. She spoke very fast, mixing the common tounge and Sindarian together, forming some language that resembled selkie.
“I’m so happy to see you!” she cried, hugging them more. The immature girl had pointing ears sticking out, her hair loose and lips moving inhumanly fast. Aragorn tried to edge away, knowing that she was very, very emotional. “Rumil said you were here, and I was looking all day for you! Can I get out of this darn dress?” she muttered, picking at the loose fabric. “Grrrr…” her attention turned back to the blonde, who looked pleadingly at the Fellowship.
“Mae Governen,” she curtsied to the group polietly. “I’m Dimgwrthien, and whom, may I ask, are you?” They all stared at her, confused.
“Dim…” she growled at Legolas, “This is Aragorn,” the mortal edged away as Dimgwrthien got clingy again and hugged him, “Boromir,” the man hid behind Pippin to no avail. “Gimli, Pippin, Merry, Frodo, Sam.” She smiled at each.
“Where is Gandalf?” Her eyes lit up as she remembered the old Wizard. When noone answere, she dropped the subject. “Ahh! You found this pond, eh?” Legolas nodded, wishing for her to go away. She looked not a day over eleven, but acted like a one year old. Though, she was very smart, knowing more than most mortals do in a life time, and more than most Elves her age, she was clumsy. Therefore, as she spoke and tried to fix the hem of her dress so that her bare feet didn’t step of it, she fell backwards, hitting the puddle.
Though, it didn’t move. It seemed like ice, and the Elfling shivered. “Elves don’t get cold,” she muttered to herself and dissappeared.
The Fellowship gasped, Legolas out of releif. “Where’d it go?” Gimli muttered to them. Legolas still stared blankly.
“We should go down and look…” Boromir bent over to inspect the pond.
“I vote we leave,” Legolas remarked. Pippin and Boromir and Merry gave him a glare, but stepped onto the ice, one by one, eyes closed.
When everyone had stepped through, the world swimming before them. When they could see straight, an old man, resembling Gandalf, stepped forward.
“Welcome to Hogwarts. It is the year 1996.”

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