Keeper of Realities - Part 7 (fixed) - Fencing, Quidditch, and Middle Earth

Keeper of Realities - Part 7
Fencing, Quidditch, and Middle Earth

Recap: The Fellowship is temporarily at Hogwarts - a school for witches and wizards. Frodo, Sam and Boromir went to speak shortly with the school headmaster (Dumbledore), leaving Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Pippin, and Merry with three young wizards: Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Dumbledore has somehow worked it that the Fellowship will play a Quidditch match (a wizarding game that will be explained) against the best of Hogwarts, because the New Zealand team did not show up.
Characters are from Tolkien, myself, and (for this part) J.K. Rowlings. *Phew.*

Frodo sat in the middle of a large, grassy field. He absent-mindedly twirled a heavy, golden ring between his fingers. The power was still there, very much so. It pulled at him to go on, go closer. Why had he left Middle Earth so soon? Come back.

The hobbit tore his attention away from the Ring to listen more intently than necessary to what Laurie was saying. "The game Quidditch is a simple one. I will not go into intimate details: most of it is best learned in the air."

"In the air" exclaimed Sam. "I can't fly! I'm no bird, Miss Laurie." Ron hid a snicker in his hand.

"That is well," answered Laurie. "For if you were, this game would prove very difficult. Quidditch is played with seven people: two beaters, three chasers, one keeper and one seeker. The purpose of the game is to score as many points as possible. There are two ways of scoring: to get this ball," she lifted a 8" in diameter, reddish ball in the air. "Is called the Quaffle. Every time you get it through one of the hoops - here she pointed above them, to where three hoops stood fifty feet in the air on either side of the field - on the other team's side, you score ten points.

"The other way is for the seeker to catch the snitch, this" she held up a small, winged golden ball, "and end the game, giving his team one hundred-fifty points."

"But that's not logical," said Legolas. "Why have a game at all - you could just have two players going after the snitch, and it wouldn't matter either way what the rest of the people were doing!" Harry blinked; he had never thought of it that way. The elf was right, of course: Quidditch was rather pointless.

"No, it is not," Laurie answered. "Few things are. The last two balls," she showed them two heavy, brown-colored balls that were slightly smaller than the Quaffle, "are called Bludgers. The beaters must hit the bludgers away and keep the other players safe with these - " she held up two small bats.

"What do you mean, safe?" asked Aragorn. "Lady, if you intend to put the Fellowship in danger - "

"Then it would be no different than if they were in still Middle Earth," ended Laurie smoothly. "This game is played on flying broomsticks - I have given you each one - and is our ticket out of here. All we need to do is pick our team and run through."

"If Mr. Frodo's gonna be up there," said Sam stubbornly, his heart heavy in foreboding. "I want to be one of those beater people. No one's gonna hurt him with Samwise Gamgee around."

"I'll be the other!" Merry and Pippin said together.

"Slow down," Laurie said. "Do not worry about - "

"Where'd she go?" Pippin asked. The eleven of them just stared at where the Qua had been a moment before.

"I don't know," Frodo answered. "She was just - gone."

"Has she ever done that before?" Aragorn asked, looking at the both the wizards and Frodo. "You know her better than I."

"No - no," answered Harry. It just wasn't right. But she was gone, so - "She probably had other business to attend to. We should probably finish setting up the match."

The others agreed readily: just make it make sense. Look for the logical explanation; it made everything easier. Sam had some last minute doubts, but he figured he was just confused, and that the others knew what had happened. Frodo and Hermione, however, were not so easily distracted.

There is something wrong here, Frodo thought. I can feel it. She wouldn't have disappeared without leaving a note or such. It's not her way. Laura's mysterious, yes, but polite. She must be in some kind of trouble, I just wish I could help - or at least know what it is! But I suppose to some extent, the others are right: Laura wouldn't have asked us to play `Quidditch' if it weren't very important. Maybe that's the best way.

Hermione, however, thought: The Fellowship. I've got to get to the library! I almost remember!


{What are you doing?} Laurie asked. Well, asked wasn't quite right. She didn't say it out loud, They just knew. They always knew. {This is not right. What are the side effects going to be? I know. I know you do as well. The Time for this does not exist.}

{Ah! Qualara, nice to see you again. How are you today? Not enough Time to finish things again? Need to ask the help of the Elite? Very strange. Prejudice must not run deeply in your family. The Qua are a queer people. Now what is your problem again?}

Laurie sensed him nonchalantly and instantly adopted the Elite's mode of speaking. {Problem? Oh, no, no problem. You need not worry yourself. I just thought you might want to continue to exist. But I would never want to bother you.}

{Fine,} the Elite answered. {We get your point. I just don't like it particularly. We will look into it.}

{As a single or plural entity?} Laurie - Qualara, that is - asked dryly. {And how? Or, shall we say, when?}

{Right now,} the Elite answered. It gave her what might be called a smile, and -


Laurie stepped out on her first reality. To say she wasn't nervous would have been a lie. But bravery is not being unafraid - that's stupidity. Bravery is doing something that you're terrified of, but do it anyway. And the short `training' of the last Qua had taught her to ignore such emotions. She went forward through the thick, evil-feeling brush.

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"No I figure Laurie might be a good Keeper - goal keeper, that is, if she comes back. I'm not sure about the rest of you, but one of you four," Harry pointed to the hobbits, "might do well as the Seeker."

"I will," said Frodo. Sam groaned: now he really would have to be a Beater.

"What about me then?" asked Pippin. "I mean, if Merry and Sam are Beater, Frodo Seeker, Legolas, Aragorn and Boromir chasers and Laurie Keeper, that doesn't leave either Gimli or myself anywhere to go!"

"Well," said Harry, looking at him. (Hermione and Ron had had to leave - on a trip to the library.) "What can you do? I suppose someone will have to be Keeper if Laurie doesn't show - but she's never been late to date."

"Just what all hobbits can do," answered Pippin. "I can garden, hike, sing, imitate a bird - you know."

"He can talk pretty well," muttered Gimli. Despite his tone, the dwarf was relieved to not be in the game. He - like Sam - viewed broomsticks much like wild horses. "And eat, you've seen him."

Harry and Merry laughed, and Pippin had to join in. "Oy!" Pippin called, "Strider! Are the two of you ever coming back?"

Aragorn and Boromir looked up from where they had been speaking. "Where's Legolas?" Aragorn asked. "I thought he was here." They all looked around, confused. The elf was gone.

"Probably in the forest, if I know the elf," said Gimli. "He'll be back soon enough if ever. He mentioned something to me, but I was paying him no heed." He returned Aragorn's stare steadily.

"We should look for him," said Harry. "It isn't safe in there. I've been in the forest - it's dangerous!"

"So we've heard," said Boromir dryly. "But that's not helping anything. We might send a search party in there for hours and never find him. Legolas is an elf - he is at home in the trees."

"What about me?" Legolas asked, coming up behind them. "I am here. I was just walking in the woods. They are beautiful! And not so perilous as I was told. I met several spiders in there, but many creatures in the forest are strange but benevolent. I came to no harm." His bright eyes sparkled in delight at the memory.

"You're a chaser," said Harry, shaking himself. He decided to just stay what he knew; it was easier than attempting to swallow someone aparating within Hogwarts grounds, and liking the Forbidden Forest. "Unless Laurie doesn't show. Then you can be keeper and one of you two," he said, looking a Pippin and Gimli, "can be the other chaser. Will that work?"

"Fine with me."


Aragorn led them to the right arm of the River. Here upon its western side under the shadow of Tol Brandir a green lawn ran down to the water from the feet of Amon Hen. Behind it rose the first gentle slopes of the hill clad with trees, and trees marched away westward along the curving shores of the lake. A little spring fell tumbling down and fed the grass. There the company spent the night.

The day came like fire and smoke burning the horizon. The sun lit them with flames of murkey red. Soon, though, it changed into a golden yellow as it climbed into the sky.

When they had eaten, Aragorn called the Company together. "Well," he said, "the time has come when we must decide which way to turn. I fear I must lay this burden on the Ringbearer. Frodo, I am not Gandalf, and can not advise you on this matter. The choice is yours."

Frodo did not answer at once. Then he spoke slowly. "I know that haste is needed, yet I cannot choose. The burden is heavy. Give me an hour longer, and I will speak. Let me be alone!"

Aragorn looked at him with pity in his eyes. "Very well, you shall have your hour."

Frodo sat still for a moment, his head bowed. Sam, who had been watching his master with great concern, shook his head and muttered: "Plain as a pikestaff it is, but it's no good Sam Gamgee putting in his spoke just no."

Presently Frodo got up and walked away; and Sam saw that while the others restrained themselves and did not stare at him, the eyes of Boromir followed Frodo intently, until he passed out of sight in the trees at the foot of Amon Hen.

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The Elite looked down at both Fellowships in pity. Being two places at once usually had nasty side effects in the long run. It was quite possible they would have little memory afterwards of any world save their own. Yet one of the hobbits - Frodo Baggins - worried them. He had begun to see more clearly now.

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"All right," Harry said. "I'll show you how to mount your broomsticks. Watch." Harry held out his own Firebolt and showed each of them the proper grip and how to sit on their brooms. Then he pushed of, hoovered for a moment, flew around them once and got down again. "It's simple enough once you get used to it."

Sam stared, terrified at the broomstick he held in his hand. "A nice pickle we've gotten ourselves into, Mr. Frodo," he said to the older hobbit by his side. "Flying like birds away from it all. I shall wonder if no ill comes from it."

Frodo looked at Sam, and smiled. He was secretly grateful for the delay. But more time just played into the enemy's hands. Frodo hoped that Laurie was doing something to get them out of there. It was almost time to go.


From a hill, Laurie viewed the kingdom of Karellatland. I was beautiful: rolls of green landscape for miles upon miles. Yet in her heart, all she wished for was to return to the forest of evil. It called to her.


Author's Notes:
Okay, okay. I'll admit it: I lied. I said (I think) that we'd have no HP after this part. Unfortunately, it seems I decided to thicken the story plot and make it more realistic Or, at least, longer. Please comment w/ suggestions!

Wow, and sorry I had to edit this after it was submitted - my thought-speech got edited out!!

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