Carry On Story Time #4 (LOTR/HP)
in the third carry on story, the same rules apply here:
Hey everybody. Welcome to the new hp carry on story. There is just a couple of things i would like to mention before we get the story going:
1. please conversation about what will happen next or new character in the forum use the conference room forum.. so our readers don't have to read or scroll threw our convos and can stick to the story.
2. Try to keep easy to understand.
3. This story is dedicated to Laviera_j, airangel429, tigereyes456, and to however else who joins this cause.
4. Everyone just enjoy and make this story better then the rest!
Anyway Thanks,
Battousai Yuriko *BOP*
~Author's Note~
so far this story is plotless, i'm just going to start and you guys can come up with the rest as you see it!
CARRY ON STORY #4
~Harry's Dream~
Outside of the captiol of Rohan, Harry sat upon a white stead next to his traveling companions: Legolas, Gimli, and now Gandalf the White. The wizard sitting to his left was saying, "...don't espect a warm welcome here." With that, Gandalf kicked Shadowfax and lead them towards the entrance gates of Edoras.
Troting through the small moutanious town, Harry looked about curiously at the villager's huts and those people who came to stare at the strangers arriving. The looks on their faces, were like gandalf had said, not welcoming.
Turning his gaze skywards, Harry found himself looking up at the palace of King Theodon, ruler of Rohan. He was admiring the gold carvings on the outer walls of the palace, until his eyes came to rest on a young worman with long blonde hair and dressed in a white gown. 'Who is she?' he wondered to himself. Harry looked back to village to make sure he wasn't lagging behind his companions, but when he looked again, the lady was gone.
~break~
As Aragorn rode Asfaloth through Edoras towards the palace, Harry lay peacefully in his bed at 4 Privet Drive. Here and there, his brows would furrow or you could see his eyes moving about beneath his lids. Turning over onto his side...
~back to Harry's Dream~
With one hand holding onto the horse's reins, Harry leaned over the side to blunge the blade of his sword into the army of attacking orcs. There was a battle going on now, many Rohirm and friends defending the people of Rohan on their way to Helm's Deep.
Suddenly he heard a painful cry of Gimli, Harry immediately changed directions and charged toward the Warg that was almost upon the dwarf. With Asfaloth galloping as fast as he could, Harry saw a spear neaby and grabbed it...
~break~
Harry shifted to his back and kicked his blankets for he was beginning to sweat. His head would turn side to side every so often. And no, this wasn't no scare burning...
~back to Harry's Dream~
Harry's hand was caught in the reigns of the runaway Warg of the Orc he had just knocked off it. His body was violenty dragged and shook about along side the creature. Harry tried to wiggle his hand free in vain, as they were quickly approaching a cliff that lead off of Pleanor Fields.
With one last tug and thought of being free, Harry suddenly couldn't feel the ground bellow his feet anymore. Looking below him, he soon found himself falling down towards a vast river, still attached to the Warg. Within seconds, they both hit the service of the water.
~end of Harry's dream~
Just as Aragorn hit the water, Harry screamed out, "NO!" as he bolted upright in bed. Looking about wildly for Pleanor Fields, it soon came to dawn on him that he was back in Privet Drive. Harry breathed heavily, drenched in sweat. He heard some muffles of "Quiet down in there, boy!" from his Uncle Vernon.
Back to sweet reality, Harry laid back down on his bed but did not go back to sleep. Shortly after he had finished his fifth year at Hogwarts, he had been having these awfully strange dreams. To be honest, those dreams felt more like...flashbacks...Harry didn't know why he assumed that, he just felt like it was deep down.
Since the defeat of the late Dark Lord, Harry began to write in a diary. (One that couldn't talk back of course.) When he started an entry, it'd say "Dear Sirius," so that he could still feel connected to his godfather. Getting out of bed and going to his desk, Harry took out his diary and an ink set and began to tell his dead godfather about this dream.
He ended the entry with: "What could this mean?" Closing the diary, Harry looked at the clock. It was too early (6:40am) as always. There were a few faint rays of sunlight coming in through his window. 'Better get to bed...but don't sleep.' he added. He knew he needed for the day, but didn't want to dream about Aragorn again.
~CARRY ON~
~Author's Note~
I don't plan for Harry to travel to Middle Earth or back in time, so far i only had ideas for this dream. Anyone who can write stories, feel free to join in and continue on the story! note: your entries don't have to be long! they could be a few sentences to a page like mine. enjoy! nuff said ^.~