A/N: Either this fic is a somewhat good idea or it's utter blasphemy. To be honest, I'm surprised no one has tackled this idea yet. This will be the first of two short prologues; please remember to review!
Oh yeah! I don't own LOTR, Middle Earth, or anything cool, to be honest. It all belongs to someone else.
They numbered nine.
The grey wizard, Gandalf, leaned on his staff as he led them south from Rivendell. Beside him walked Aragorn, both ranger and future-king.
The others walked in file behind them. Frodo Baggins, the ring-bearer and Sam Gamgee, a faithful servant of Frodo's who was more friend than anything else...though he would never make that claim. Two other hobbits, Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrine Took, argued and laughed as they walked, caring little for dangers that lay ahead.
Boromir of Gondor traveled in grim silence, and Gimli, son of Gloin chose to converse with the hobbits, asking questions of the Shire.
In the back, Legolas of the Mirkwood realm kept watch with keen elven eyes and sharp elven ears.
They were a company of nine disparate individuals called a fellowship, but not yet formed into one. Their goal was to destroy the One Ring of Sauron, their destination was Mordor.
They numbered fourteen.
Their leader was Thorin Oakenshield of the line of Durin. Those who followed him were those who had proved their loyalty and honor, dwarves with brave and willing hearts.
Balin, old and wise, whose council was sure. Dwalin, whose worth as a warrior was unquestioned. Fìli and Kìli, young and untested, but skilled and determined.
Bifur, Bofur, Bombur were not warriors, but their place here was not doubted. Kindly Oin and quick-tempered Gloin; proper Dori, polite Ori, and secretive Nori.
Last was the sole member of their group who was not a dwarf. Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, a thoroughly respectable hobbit.
They were fifteen, yet hardship had forged them into a strong unit. They were bound together on this journey. Their quest, to reclaim their home. Their destination, the Lonely Mountain.
But chance had a different plan in mind. Neither company could imagine how fate would twist and time would tear and destinies would be changed. None could have expected the storm that was coming.
Two quests would collide, but what would the result be? Chaos and ruin? Or would they pull together and become one?
Could they become one company, with one quest?