The Grey Company - Chapter One Part Two
A HP/Lotrps-fps crossover AU
by Karadin
Pairing: Harry/Draco Elijah/Frodo Harry/Elijah Draco/Frodo
Mature Rating for explicit sexuality, violence, interspecies, character death
Harry Potter created by JK Rowling The Lord of The Rings created by JRR Tolkien
no remuneration taken, no offense intended
text copyright 2005
takes place after and spoilers for Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince.
written for the goblins_library challenge
*synopsis* Frodo Baggins becomes the new teacher of The Defense Against The Dark Arts, and takes Draco Malfoy under his wing. Harry Potter comes back to Hogwarts in search of the last Horcrux and takes up with young American wizard Elijah Wood.
Chapter One - Part Two
Draco Malfoy escorted the hobbit Frodo Baggins down to the second level of the castle, where a balcony overlooked the greenhouses. In the afternoon the sun warmed the stones, keeping the Night Crawling Ivy from surrounding one's limbs.
Draco summoned a small cafe table and two chairs, and gestured that the hobbit take a seat, then Draco ordered a cream tea from one of the House Elves. The small creature vanished and Frodo blinked.
"I do believe I will never get used to Apparition," he remarked and flicked open his cloth serviette, spreading it across his lap.
Draco stopped his forward motion, scooting his chair under the table. "You do Apparate ..." when the hobbit shook his head, the young wizard asked, "How do you get around then?"
"I walk, and when need arises, I run," Frodo smiled, tilting his head toward the sun.
"What about flying on a broomstick?" Draco inquired.
The hobbit shook his head, "Oh, goodness no."
The House Elf appeared with a tea tray and Mr. Baggins took the pot and thanked the creature, who stood only scant millimeters smaller than himself. Draco noticed that the Elf did not fall into paroxysms of delight as it would have from a Wizard's attentions.
The Elf stared at the hobbit with darkly hooded eyes, and the slighest of frowns before Apparating back to the dungeons.
Draco poured out his own cup of tea, keeping this observation to himself.
"Would you care for a biscuit, Draco? The chocolate ones are quite nice."
Draco nodded politely and picked up two, placing them on his plate. He sampled the digestives while Frodo slathered rich cream on a scone and topped this with a dollop of blackberry jam. From the way that the hobbit attacked their repast, Draco guessed that hobbits had healthy appetites.
The boy touched his serviette to the corners of his mouth, wondering how he might interrogate Frodo Bagggins - with the appearence of minor conversation - when the hobbit's grey eyes glittered.
"I can see the wheels in your mind turning."
When Draco gaped the hobbit continued, "You are dying for an explanation, so let us dispense with the formalities. What would you like to ask me?"
Frodo laced his fingers under his chin, and the boy almost choked on his biscuit, wondering if he had indeed seen the lovely creature bat his eyes.
"Well, I've never heard of a hobbit before, I have taken Care of Magical Creatures," Draco put down his serviette, his voice laced with scorn, but Professor Hagrid had a habit of only giving us assignments with animals that maim and disfigure. I have a scar on my arm from a Hippogriff to prove it!"
Good manners kept the boy from pulling up the sleeve of his robe.
Frodo smiled and sipped his tea. "I doubt that you would have heard of my kind in that particular class, perhaps you might have found mention in a history book, if it were old enough. The race of perian, or holbyta (hobbits as we call ourselves) were never numerous, compared to Men, and there are now only two of us, my cousin and I."
"And where is she?" Draco asked.
"Bilbo is male, so that answers your next question." The hobbit wiped his fingers and reached for another scone.
The boy, feeling out of his depth, paused to rub his hand along the rim of the table, then snatched it back, a little shaken at having forgotten the lessons from his father on how to deport one's self, never giving away by gesture one's state of mind.
Draco had the notion that the hobbit knew every thought that passed through his head, regardless.
"What event caused the decline of your race, if you do not mind the impertinence of my question?"
Frodo shook his head, "The time of The Dominion of Men was come, there was no place left in Middle-earth for Elves, dwarves, or hobbits, the Elves diminished and returned to the Blessed Isles, and the rest were left to fade and die."
Now the young wizard was bewildered, "I don't understand, what is the Dominion of Men? There are Elves left in the world, what do you think brought us our tea!"
The hobbit sighed, "I think that would take too long to explain, it might be beyond your comprehension, there is so much that Men have forgotten."
Draco was affronted, "I may not be Hermione Granger, but I am one of the best students in my year! I think that I could understand almost anything if given the proper grounding."
Frodo's smile tugged up from one corner of his mouth, "I do not doubt it, lad, but it would be a long and ardous task for you to learn why there are two races of Men, those you call Wizards and those you refer to as Muggles."
Now the boy gaped openly, "But ... no one knows the origin of Magic, how could you know?"
"Because I was there," the hobbit replied. "I may have been on the Blessed Isle, but I saw history of Men pass before my eyes."
Draco stared at the creature sitting across from him. The hobbit had no touch of grey to his hair, his skin was taut, golden and flawless, and his eyes clear and deep.
The young man scoffed, "I think you are hardly older than I!"
Frodo grinned, and the pink glowing of his cheeks made him appear still younger,
"Thank you for the compliment! I was barely out of my tweens when something happened to fix my age, but believe me when I tell you I am older than the stones that comprise your school."
"Oh!" Draco's eyes widened at the realization, and said, almost to himself, "That's not altogether impossible, The Philosopher's Stone kept Nicholas Flamel young, I suppose the ... Dark Lord himself ... (Dracos voice lowered to a whisper) has found a way to become immortal."
Frodo's eyes then darkened, "Voldemort is not immortal, he has only cheated death."
Draco shuddered, feeling a sudden chill even in the warmth of the summer afternoon, and clasped his arms.
"Draco!"
Frodo leaned forward, touching the boy's sleeve in concern.
"Forgive me ... I met He Who Shall Not Be Named in what passes for the flesh," Draco felt a little sting of pride for that, amidst his terror, for the Dark Lord had made Draco kneel at his feet when he gave him the task of killing Dumbledore.
But Frodo only sighed, "I have had some experience with Dark Lords myself."
TBC
by Karadin
Pairing: Harry/Draco Elijah/Frodo Harry/Elijah Draco/Frodo
Mature Rating for explicit sexuality, violence, interspecies, character death
Harry Potter created by JK Rowling The Lord of The Rings created by JRR Tolkien
no remuneration taken, no offense intended
text copyright 2005
takes place after and spoilers for Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince.
written for the goblins_library challenge
*synopsis* Frodo Baggins becomes the new teacher of The Defense Against The Dark Arts, and takes Draco Malfoy under his wing. Harry Potter comes back to Hogwarts in search of the last Horcrux and takes up with young American wizard Elijah Wood.
Chapter One - Part Two
Draco Malfoy escorted the hobbit Frodo Baggins down to the second level of the castle, where a balcony overlooked the greenhouses. In the afternoon the sun warmed the stones, keeping the Night Crawling Ivy from surrounding one's limbs.
Draco summoned a small cafe table and two chairs, and gestured that the hobbit take a seat, then Draco ordered a cream tea from one of the House Elves. The small creature vanished and Frodo blinked.
"I do believe I will never get used to Apparition," he remarked and flicked open his cloth serviette, spreading it across his lap.
Draco stopped his forward motion, scooting his chair under the table. "You do Apparate ..." when the hobbit shook his head, the young wizard asked, "How do you get around then?"
"I walk, and when need arises, I run," Frodo smiled, tilting his head toward the sun.
"What about flying on a broomstick?" Draco inquired.
The hobbit shook his head, "Oh, goodness no."
The House Elf appeared with a tea tray and Mr. Baggins took the pot and thanked the creature, who stood only scant millimeters smaller than himself. Draco noticed that the Elf did not fall into paroxysms of delight as it would have from a Wizard's attentions.
The Elf stared at the hobbit with darkly hooded eyes, and the slighest of frowns before Apparating back to the dungeons.
Draco poured out his own cup of tea, keeping this observation to himself.
"Would you care for a biscuit, Draco? The chocolate ones are quite nice."
Draco nodded politely and picked up two, placing them on his plate. He sampled the digestives while Frodo slathered rich cream on a scone and topped this with a dollop of blackberry jam. From the way that the hobbit attacked their repast, Draco guessed that hobbits had healthy appetites.
The boy touched his serviette to the corners of his mouth, wondering how he might interrogate Frodo Bagggins - with the appearence of minor conversation - when the hobbit's grey eyes glittered.
"I can see the wheels in your mind turning."
When Draco gaped the hobbit continued, "You are dying for an explanation, so let us dispense with the formalities. What would you like to ask me?"
Frodo laced his fingers under his chin, and the boy almost choked on his biscuit, wondering if he had indeed seen the lovely creature bat his eyes.
"Well, I've never heard of a hobbit before, I have taken Care of Magical Creatures," Draco put down his serviette, his voice laced with scorn, but Professor Hagrid had a habit of only giving us assignments with animals that maim and disfigure. I have a scar on my arm from a Hippogriff to prove it!"
Good manners kept the boy from pulling up the sleeve of his robe.
Frodo smiled and sipped his tea. "I doubt that you would have heard of my kind in that particular class, perhaps you might have found mention in a history book, if it were old enough. The race of perian, or holbyta (hobbits as we call ourselves) were never numerous, compared to Men, and there are now only two of us, my cousin and I."
"And where is she?" Draco asked.
"Bilbo is male, so that answers your next question." The hobbit wiped his fingers and reached for another scone.
The boy, feeling out of his depth, paused to rub his hand along the rim of the table, then snatched it back, a little shaken at having forgotten the lessons from his father on how to deport one's self, never giving away by gesture one's state of mind.
Draco had the notion that the hobbit knew every thought that passed through his head, regardless.
"What event caused the decline of your race, if you do not mind the impertinence of my question?"
Frodo shook his head, "The time of The Dominion of Men was come, there was no place left in Middle-earth for Elves, dwarves, or hobbits, the Elves diminished and returned to the Blessed Isles, and the rest were left to fade and die."
Now the young wizard was bewildered, "I don't understand, what is the Dominion of Men? There are Elves left in the world, what do you think brought us our tea!"
The hobbit sighed, "I think that would take too long to explain, it might be beyond your comprehension, there is so much that Men have forgotten."
Draco was affronted, "I may not be Hermione Granger, but I am one of the best students in my year! I think that I could understand almost anything if given the proper grounding."
Frodo's smile tugged up from one corner of his mouth, "I do not doubt it, lad, but it would be a long and ardous task for you to learn why there are two races of Men, those you call Wizards and those you refer to as Muggles."
Now the boy gaped openly, "But ... no one knows the origin of Magic, how could you know?"
"Because I was there," the hobbit replied. "I may have been on the Blessed Isle, but I saw history of Men pass before my eyes."
Draco stared at the creature sitting across from him. The hobbit had no touch of grey to his hair, his skin was taut, golden and flawless, and his eyes clear and deep.
The young man scoffed, "I think you are hardly older than I!"
Frodo grinned, and the pink glowing of his cheeks made him appear still younger,
"Thank you for the compliment! I was barely out of my tweens when something happened to fix my age, but believe me when I tell you I am older than the stones that comprise your school."
"Oh!" Draco's eyes widened at the realization, and said, almost to himself, "That's not altogether impossible, The Philosopher's Stone kept Nicholas Flamel young, I suppose the ... Dark Lord himself ... (Dracos voice lowered to a whisper) has found a way to become immortal."
Frodo's eyes then darkened, "Voldemort is not immortal, he has only cheated death."
Draco shuddered, feeling a sudden chill even in the warmth of the summer afternoon, and clasped his arms.
"Draco!"
Frodo leaned forward, touching the boy's sleeve in concern.
"Forgive me ... I met He Who Shall Not Be Named in what passes for the flesh," Draco felt a little sting of pride for that, amidst his terror, for the Dark Lord had made Draco kneel at his feet when he gave him the task of killing Dumbledore.
But Frodo only sighed, "I have had some experience with Dark Lords myself."
TBC