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XenoLongbottom · 10-08-2011, 06:37 PM

I was looking at the list of cross-overs and I discovered that there was none for Lord of the Rings. So I decided to create one.

Disclaimer: Many of the concepts, characters, and settings belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. And many of the concepts, ideas, and characters belong to the equally brilliant J. R. R. Tolkein. None of this truly belongs to me, I just simply decided to combine their two briliant ideas.

TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue

Chapter 1

Yeah, I guess you can say I have some pretty diverse blood. My mum is a witch, while my dad is one of the lost races of what we like to call ourselves, hobbits.

For those that do not know, hobbits are a cheery folk, originally from Middle Earth. We were prosperous in the Shire, which today is like our Garden of Eden. Then, Men came and decided it would be best to wipe us out. We were scattered, only knowing that we must find a new place to live. A better place.

We failed in that position, I suppose you could say. My clan of about fifty live high in the hills of Scotland. We all come from the line of Frodo Gardner, the eldest son of the famous Samwise Gamgee. And most of us our clan is truly family. So occasionally we create arranged marriages with other clans across Europe. We usually mix with the ones in Ireland or in France.

We are all short with curly hair and large hairy feet that we don’t need shoes for. Unlike men, we have six meals a day. They are; breakfast, second breakfast, Elevensies, dinner, afternoon tea, and supper.

Anyway, you must be curious, how does a Hobbit and a witch fall in love and get married? Well, there’s truly not much to the story. Every hobbit in the clan when they get out of their tweens, which is thirty-three, they are allowed one year out into the world. Well, when it was my dad’s turn, he fell in love. My mum was short and stout with straight black hair and eyes to match; so a short, curly-haired man who seemed out-of-place in shoes might’ve been her only option. My father says she was very kind and intelligent though. I personally wouldn’t know since my mum died during giving birth to me.

My dad never knew my mum was a witch. So that would mean I never knew I was a wizard, until I got… the letter.

I was sitting in our hobbit hole, which was fitted into a side of a mountain, reading a book of the history of the Shire, with my dad sitting near the small fire we had, playing his flute. My dad was a merry fellow, with his rosy face and red hair, and he always was playing his music. His name was Hamfast. Hamfast Gardner.

And now that I think about it, I never gave you my name. It’s Bandobras Gardner, but everyone calls me Bandy. I was named after Bandobras Took, who was always known as the tallest Hobbit until Pippin Took and Merry Brandybuck took that place. I suppose being half-man, I was going to be tall, and by the time I was twenty-two, I was 3’7. And that’s a lot because hobbits grow half as fast than humans. So when I was twenty-two, I had the mind of an eleven-year old.

Well, anyway, so I was sitting, and all of a sudden I heard this tapping on our circular door. Believing it was my cousin Rosie coming to invite me to play outside, even though it was pouring rain, I opened it to tell her that I wasn’t interested when a flying thing covered in feathers came straight into the house. My dad’s music stopped. I closed the door immediately, heart pounding, and turned around to see an owl on the table, staring up at me with large amber eyes. I could’ve screamed, but I remained quiet in shock. In folklore, owls were considered dangerous creatures, who would gobble you up the moment it laid eyes on you. I had never seen an owl in person (or is it in Hobbit?) but I’d seen drawings, and they had always given me the creeps.

But this owl was small, and he was carrying a small piece of parchment in his beak. He looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to take it. I looked at the green ink on the front of the page from where I was standing, and I realized it said the name, Bandobras Gardner. I gulped; it was my name.

I then timidly outstretched my hand, and the owl was slowly moving closer to me. Finally, for what seemed like ages, I grabbed the parchment and unfolded it. It read:

Dear Mr. Gardner,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Then there was a list of spell books and a jumble of magic tools and such. I stared at it in wonder. Not knowing what to do, I laughed. I couldn’t help but laugh. My dad was sitting there in shock, just staring at me, just simply staring. I wish he would stop, but I couldn’t help it.

I finally brought myself to say in between giggles, “I’ve been accepted to a school of magic.”

Now my father began laughing. We were now laughing together. I mean, come on; me being magic?

We were both laughing until we heard a knock on the door. I stopped and decided to open it very cautiously, remembering the last time I opened the door. But luckily this time it wasn’t an owl. It was a Hobbit. Or at least, he was small enough to be a Hobbit. He was an inch taller than me with curly white hair and mustache. But he had shoes on and he didn’t have the normal rosy-colored face. “Hello Mr. Gardner. I suppose you got your letter,” the man said in a squeaky voice.

I nodded, quite unsure of what to do in this moment.

“Good. Let’s sit down and talk about this.”

Lady Mouldywart · 10-11-2011, 01:47 PM

I love itttt!!!!

Annabeth · 10-12-2011, 03:00 PM

amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jessiqua · 10-13-2011, 12:35 PM

I love it!! PAMS

XenoLongbottom · 10-13-2011, 09:57 PM

Hey! Sorry it's so short! They'll be more soon!

Chapter 2

He walked into our house without even waiting for an answer. He then pulled out a stick and flicked it, and all of a sudden, a very cushy chair appeared by the fireplace.

Both Dad and I gasped in surprise. My dad began to stammer, “Sir… what…what is the mean…meaning of this?” My dad tried to sound angry, but he was seriously failing.

“I’m so sorry to intrude, but I must talk to your son about his letter,” said the small human.

I looked at him curiously. “What’s there to discuss? I got some prank mail, big deal!”

“It’s more than prank mail, Mr. Gardner. Do you know what race your mother was?”

I stared at him. Why would he ask me what my mother’s race was? “She was human,” I stated. “Or, at least, that’s what Dad’s always told me.”

“Well, Mr. Gardner, there’s’ more to the story than that. Your mother was a witch, so that makes you a wizard.” As soon as he said the word, “wizard”, I immediately thought of Gandalf the White; the greatest and wisest wizard to walk on the Earth! The thought of me being equal to Gandalf himself gave me chills, and I was full ready to believe it. Then I caught myself and said, “What are you talking about?”

The small human then turned to my father, and asked, “Did your wife ever do anything strange ever? Anything peculiar?”

I turned to my dad. He was scratching the back of his neck, not truly sure what to say. Finally, after a long wait he said, “Well, she did seem to clean up pretty fast after meals, and she was very good at knitting, even though I had never had seen her knitting. I’d only see the products. Don’t know if that’s anything.”

“Actually, it does contribute; a lot,” answered the small man. “She probably pulled out her wand when you weren’t looking. And, Mr. Gardner, or should I call you by your first name?” He was now addressing me.

“You can call me Bandy, sir.”

“Then Bandy, since we’re going through names, I’m Professor Flitwick. So, have you done anything strange?” said the short man I would refer to as Professor Flitwick.

My immediate thought went to the time I accidentally hoisted Rosie into the air when she had lost our soccer ball (which Hobbits were very good at with our big feet).

Then when Dad had burnt the supper over the fireplace, I had just picked up the lid of the pot, and the chicken was a beautiful golden brown. I usually tried to shake these things off, but they always happened.

Finally, I nodded to Professor Flitwick’s question, and he smiled. “That was magic you were doing my dear boy, and now you’re going off to Hogwarts.” He then patted me on the back and then said to my father, “Now Mr. Gardner, I’d be wiling to take the boy to get his school supplies, and you are welcomed to come along.”

I looked at my father with such a bright smile on my face, that he began to smile as well. “I’ll come,” he told us. “Man, I haven’t been out of these mountains for twenty-five years!”

Jessiqua · 10-14-2011, 01:06 AM

beautiful! Thanks for letting me know more was up! This is awesome!!

Annabeth · 10-14-2011, 03:33 PM

amazing!!! thanks for keeping me posted on when the next chapter is up!

Cassiopia Malfoy · 10-14-2011, 07:45 PM

Oh! This is completely brilliant!

I can hardly wait to read more, keep up the good work!

LillyJames · 10-14-2011, 07:51 PM

One word: AWESOME!

LeiaSadieAnnabeth · 10-15-2011, 01:35 PM

wow! so cool!!!

Lady Mouldywart · 10-15-2011, 02:16 PM

Great chapter, Sarah

I love it, it's not your everyday fanfic, it's original!

XenoLongbottom · 10-16-2011, 01:09 AM

Thank you guys! This is the most feedback i've ever gotten on a fanfic! I might be jinxing it right now tho. (i sure hope not).

DancingwithRainbows · 10-17-2011, 07:45 AM

I adored this fanfic!!!!!!!! It has a nice plot and wait for it... good grammar!!!!

!!!!!!

Jessiqua · 10-17-2011, 11:06 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by XenoLongbottom

Thank you guys! This is the most feedback i've ever gotten on a fanfic! I might be jinxing it right now tho. (i sure hope not).

You are definitely not jinxing it. You're getting the great feedback because the story is great!!

XenoLongbottom · 10-20-2011, 08:23 PM

Here's the next chapter! I hope you like it!

Chapter 3

Outside our Hobbit hole, Professor Flitwick told us to take his arms and to hold on tight. We did what we were asked, and suddenly it was dark, and I felt like I was being sucked down a tube.

Finally, when I felt like my lungs would burst from not being able to get air; my large feet touched the ground. I looked around. We were in a dark alley. I turned to my dad. He seemed to be just as disheveled as I was. “What was that?” I asked.

“You just Apparated Bandy. It’s a way of wizard transport, but only grown wizards with licenses can truly do it. He then looked down at my feet and sighed to himself. “This won’t do, not at all.” He then pulled a stick out of his pocket, which I supposed was his wand, spun it, and out of no where I had a pair of tan loafers on my hairy feet. He then transfigured my breeches into strange, blue trousers, which he told me were denim, and replaced my waist coat and tunic with a cottony t-shirt. He then did the same with my dad, and we headed out of the alley, into a place liked id never seen before.

Lights were everywhere. The tallest buildings id ever seen would have surpassed mountains. And there was so much noise; humans everywhere, all taller than I. “Welcome to London,” cried out Professor Flitwick in his squeaky voice.

My dad looked shocked. I suppose London had changed during the past twenty-five years since my father had seen it last.

Professor Flitwick then escorted us to a small pub called The Leaky Cauldron. Dad couldn’t see it apparently, so I had to guide him in. Inside we found a grubby little bar with a toothless old man smiling at us. “Hello Filius, care for a drink?”

He obviously must’ve talking to Professor Flitwick since no one else was there, but Flitwick just simply replied, “Not now Tom. I have to bring this new student and his father in Diagon Alley.”

Tom turned to us; I suppose not realizing we were there since just now, since Professor Flitwick was probably about an inch taller than I. Tom then laughed, “I see you’ve finally found some fellows shorter than you, eh Filly?”

Flitwick smirked slightly and gave a fake chuckle, but truly looked offended. “Yeah,” he finally answered, “I suppose I did. Good day Tom.”

He then brought us to the back of the pub to a brick wall. He touched a certain amount of bricks with his wand, and out of nowhere, the bricks disappeared, and behind was a street grander than the one outside.

Streets filled with humans, all of which I assumed were witches and wizards, They were wearing robes of all different colors and were all standing in front of amazing shops. They one for everything it seemed. I truly couldn’t believe my eyes. All the people were taller than us. I couldn’t help thinking to a time (which was probably 20 minutes ago) when I thought I was tall. Many people looked down at us curiously, but didn’t say anything, afraid to offend us.

Professor Flitwick led us through bookstores, quill shops, parchment stores, a robe shop (in which the owner was utterly bemused by my measurements), and even a pet shop. There I got my new pet owl, named Gwaihir, who was a great eagle of legend. My owl was small like me, and I was glad that I got a small one as well, or I’d probably be terrified of my own pet.

While we were buying these things, Professor Flitwick explained to Dad and I about how the school had funds made for students who didn’t have money for supplies. Since there was no currency in the middle of the mountains (we traded goods), that sounded just about right.

Finally, we went to the wand shop. I read the sign. It said; Ollivander’s Established 382 B.C. I didn’t know how long ago that was, but I knew it was a long time ago.

We stepped inside, and Professor Flitwick cried out in his squeaky voice, “Mr. Ollivander!”

Then, a man on a rolling ladder came around the corner. He had big orb-like eyes with wisps of white hair. He towered over me; well I suppose everyone towered over me.

“Aww… Mr. Gardner, I knew you’d be coming soon.”

I gulped. Could he predict the future?

“Now, I remember giving your mum her wand. Natalie Ports; Acacia wood, unicorn hair. Now, how is she?”

I stared at him, not sure what to say. I turned to Dad, whose merry face was looking depressed. “She passed twenty-two years ago.”

Ollivander stared at him, “Shame. I apologize, sir. Now, Mr. Gardner, hold out your wand hand.”

I stared at him curiously and finally said with hesitation, “Well, I’m right-handed.”

“Perfect.” He then took out a tape measure and it began to, by it I might add, measuring me in strange places, like the length of my pinky and the space in between my nostrils. After Ollivander got the tape measure back, ke shook his head. “Odd measurements,” he stated, “Are you sure your human dear boy?” He then laughed.

I was about to tell him I wasn’t all human until I saw Flitwick’s look of warning.

Then, Mr. Ollivander went into a back room, and returned with probably about a dozen boxes. He took the top box and said, “Acacia wood, 8 ½ inches, dragon heartstring.”

I stared at it, and then gave it a flick. I heard a bang behind me; my dad’s curly brown hair was aflame. Professor Flitwick quickly pulled out his wand and made water pour out of the tip. So now my dad was soaked, Mr. Ollivander looked rather tired, and I was truly embarrassed. Then Mr. Ollivander gave me another one and told me the wand type. That one got all of the wands in the pile land all over the room. Soon a pile was creating itself in the corner of the room of wands that apparently did not want to be my friends.

Finally though, Mr. Ollivander gave me a wand and said, “I never expect this one to sell, but it might work with you. It is cherry wood, 5 ½ inches, and unicorn hair. Let’s give it a wave.”

Nervously, I picked it up, and I suddenly felt warmth in my hands, and red sparks flew out of it. At this, Ollivander smiled, and took it from me and wrapped it in brown paper. I heard Flitwick clapping behind me and Dad smiled reassuringly at me. I smiled back.

Finally we had finished our shopping. When we finally returned home, Flitwick grinned at me and waved. “See you in September Bandy! I hope you’re in Ravenclaw!”

I waved back, even though I was confused on what Ravenclaw was. “See you then Professor!”

With that, I closed the circular door and sat in our cave, hardly being able to wait until the summer was over.

Lady Mouldywart · 10-20-2011, 09:07 PM

Aaah, it's awesome

And I didn't spot any grammar mistakes [those things really irk me out

] so that's great! Let me take a guess at which house he'll be in... I think Gryffindor. Am I right?

XenoLongbottom · 10-20-2011, 09:22 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lady Mouldywart

Aaah, it's awesome

And I didn't spot any grammar mistakes [those things really irk me out

] so that's great! Let me take a guess at which house he'll be in... I think Gryffindor. Am I right?

You are just gonna have to wait and see Diana!

Lady Mouldywart · 10-20-2011, 09:42 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by XenoLongbottom

You are just gonna have to wait and see Diana!

I like to call that 'the evil author reply'

'You have to wait and see'...

DancingwithRainbows · 10-21-2011, 05:28 AM

Thankyou sooooo much pls write more and more and more! I can't wait

LeiaSadieAnnabeth · 10-23-2011, 06:29 PM

amazing as always!!!

Annabeth · 10-24-2011, 03:12 PM

amazing!!!

Jessiqua · 10-31-2011, 08:44 AM

Loved that chapter!! Hehe what a teeny wand, for a big Hobbit! Nice choice, Bandy! I hope he's a Ravenclaw. Flitwick will be a great mentor for him. I wonder what amazing adventures he will have at Hogy-Warts!! PAMS

XenoLongbottom · 10-31-2011, 03:32 PM

Here's another chapter! I hope you enjoy! :rosie:

Chapter 4

The next day I went to my cousin Rosie’s house to see how she was doing. I knocked on the door, and there appeared my Aunt Firiel. She had left her clan in France to marry my Uncle Tolman. Her family was descended from the eldest child of Samwise Gamgee, Elanor the Fair. So my Aunt Firiel had beautiful curly blond hair with blue eyes, similar to what Elanor the Fair was supposed to look like in legend.

She smiled at me and said in her French accent, “Hello Bandy. Eet eez lovely to see you again. I’ll tell Rosie you are ‘ere.” She then turned form me and cried out “Rosie! Bandy’s here!”

I heard Rosie running across the cold hard floor. She opened the door and screamed, “Bandy!” She then hugged me so tight that I felt like I would suffocate. At the moment she was about one foot shorter than I was, but was slowly growing. She was probably going to end up being 3”5, if she was lucky. She had dirty-blond hair and hazel eyes that were always glistening with gladness.

She grabbed my hand and began to pull me into the valley. “Come on Bandy, let’s play some soccer!”

I pulled my hand out of hers. She stared at me curiously. “Rosie, I came to tell you something.”

She looked at me with great frustration. “Play now, talk later.” She then attempted to take a hold of my hand again, but I withdrew it quickly. “We can play after I tell you. It’s important.”

Rosie was very stubborn and persistent child. But finally she sat down on the stone ledge and said, “Fine, what do you want to talk about?”

I sat down next to her and said, “You’ll never believe it! I got accepted to a school!”

Rosie looked rather surprised. “I never knew there was a school for Hobbits.”

I smiled at her. “It’s not for just Hobbits. It’s for men!”

She gasped. “Bandy! You’re going to meet men!”
I nodded at her. “I already have. He was about am about an inch taller than I was, and he said he was short.”

Her hazel eyes widened. “Wow Bandy. That’s amazing! So, can I come?”

That was the question I was worried about. I scratched the back of my neck. “Well, I don’t think so. You have to have special abilities to go.”

Rosie smiled, “I have plenty of special abilities!” she exclaimed. “I put my foot behind my neck, I can wriggle my nose, and I can play soccer very well!”

I rolled my eyes at that last comment. She then began doing examples of her “special abilities”. Before she got too far with attempting to put her leg behind her head, I stopped her and finally said, “No. They are different kinds of abilities. Ones that I only got form my mother.”

She stared at me. I never talked about my mum very often, and she’d always be surprised when I did. “So you have to be of the race of Men?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “You have to be of the race of Men.”

She then frowned at me. “You’re so lucky to be a half-breed.” She then began to pout.

I sighed. I had to make her feel better somehow. “Listen, I’ll write to you. And I’ll tell you everything, okay? I’ll be so descriptive; you’ll feel like you were there.”

She looked up at me, and then a smile flashed on her face. “Okay Bandy. I can’t wait to get one of your letters.”

I grinned at her. She was such a little hobbit-lass. “Come on,” I finally said. “I want to show you how you’re going to get your mail.”

I then brought her back to my house and I showed her Gwaihir. She shrieked of course when I first showed her, but then I got her to calm down once I petted Gwaihir under the beak, which was probably the most dangerous zone you could touch on an animal that you think will bite.

I then gave Rosie some owl pellets and she cautiously fed him them. Then she took out her delicate hand and gingerly petted the top of his head. She then began to laugh, and she kept on asking me for owl pellets. Finally, I had to put them away, terrified Gwaihir would get fat if Rosie gave him too much. When Rosie left my house she cried out, “I’ll miss you Bandy!”

I smiled. “I’m not leaving for another month!” I then closed the door behind me, waiting for the end of that month to arrive.