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Fellowship Of Five
Chapter Two- Not All Who Wander All Lost
Ron's vision had gone black and his ears with filled with Hermione's terrified screams. All that could be felt among the three was fear, pure uncontrollable terror.
"Mione I am sorry. I am so sorry." Ron sobbed.
"Everything with be fine you two. It is essential that you remain calm. Stop being such a big baby Ron." Harry instructed aggravated .
"Shut up Potter! You know not everything, so do not act as though you do!" Yelled an enraged Hermione. "And leave Ron alone! You are acting as badly as Malfoy!"
"Yes Hermione." Harry replied meekly.
Ron's heart leapt with joy. She had never spoken to Harry this way before, and she defended him, that was also a first. Maybe, just maybe…
His thought were interrupted as they finally hit solid ground. He slowly regained his vision, at first everything was foggy, then it slowly cleared. He sat up slowly and observed his surroundings. Trees, lots of trees there were and many hills. The air was fresh and the sweet sent of flowers was all around them. Nearby a steam could be heard running over rocks, laughing happily. Hermione had fallen directly next to him, quickly he turned to her and brushes a strand of her hair from her face.
"Mione are you okay?" Ron questioned with his hand still resting on her cheek.
She groaned slightly and struggled to sit up. "I can't see Ron!!! I can't see at all, everything is black! Where are you?" Her hands flailing frantically about her.
"Mione I am right here." He scooted right to her side and grasped her hands.
Hermione threw herself into Ron's waiting arms. She laid her head on his chest and weep uncontrollably. "Ron I am so scared…" She cried.
"Everything will be okay Mione, I promise." He said soothingly stroking her tangled hair.
"Where is Harry? Can you see him?"
Ron scanned the surrounding area until he spotted 'the boy who lived' scrambling to his feet. Harry ran towards his best friends. "Are you two alright?" He asked as he came to a stop a few feet away.
"There is not a thing wrong with me, but Hermione can't see at all." Ron whispered still holding the sobbing girl.
"Go get help Ron! I will stay here with Hermione." Harry ordered.
"No! Ron don't leave me! You go Harry!" Hermione cried out in anguish, clutching Ron tightly.
"O-kay. I guess I will go then. I will be back as soon as I can!" Announced Harry as he ran of towards a small pillar of smoke that rose in the distance.
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"Does this road ever end, it seems to go on and on forever?" Harry asked himself as he ran down the road. He wished that he could just transport himself magically there, but since he was only a fifth year that had not yet been taught.
AN: I am feeling very, very punny today in case you haven't noticed
He doubled over, gasping for breath, his face was red with exhaustion. This exhaustion nearly overtook him as he paled and collapsed to the ground, only returning to his feet at the thought of his two best friends alone and scared in this foreign land.
At long last he reached the building that he had been in search of. It was in the shape a large grassy knoll, with a round front door. Harry cautiously approached the building and knocked lightly on the door before collapsing on the front step with a thud.
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Within moments he awoke in response to being shaken gently.
"Um Sir are you ill?" A small young man asked him.
Harry's eyes fluttered open to see a young man much shorter than he, with curly light brown hair, green eyes and a ruddy complexion.
"I am fine, I believe I am just in great need of water. Except I know not where I am."
"You are at Brandyhall in the Shire. As for the water I will be back in a moment with water and some food for you." The young "boy" informed.
Harry watched the lad hurry off into his house as he sat up and brushed the dirt off of his robes. Then he though of Ron and Hermione and how afraid Hermione had been at the thought of Ron leaving. 'Finally she is acting in a way with mirrors her feelings.'
"Here ye go Mr….." The lad said as he returned carrying a large tankard of water along with a apple and a wedge of cheese.
"Thank you. My name is Harry Potter, do call me Harry though. What is your name boy and how old are you?"
The lad laughed merrily. " My name is Merriadoc Brandybuck, Merry is what me friends call me. I am no lad though, I am nearly 33 actually."
A/N- I didn't do that on purpose….LOL!
"Thirty-three goodness! You don't look half that!" Harry exclaimed, eyes wide in wonder.
"Us Hobbits look like mere children to the rest of the population of middle earth."
"Oh terribly sorry if I have offended you in any way." Harry cringed slightly at his assumption. Where is Middle Earth? he wondered to himself. What of these beings called hobbits? If only Hermione was here she would probably know everything that there is to know about them. Hermione!!! "Oh no! I nearly forgot! I arrived in…..the Shire with my two best friends and I left them to get help!" Harry scrambled to his feet with a look of sudden fear entering his eyes.
"Go get help? Why did you need help?" Merry asked rather concerned.
"To start off we are lost and also my friend Hermione…um…she had a nasty fall and now she can't see at all!"
Merry reached inside the door and grabbed his coat and started down the steps. "Well you coming?" He quipped as he turned to look at Harry.
"Of course." Harry smiled widely and followed Merry.
(A/N- Sorry it took so long….working on getting some good ideas. I will be working on updating my stories one at a time. Just FYI.)
~* Camellia Baggins ~* Mione Weasley