Post by Lotus on Jun 3, 2004 11:36:04 GMT -5
My friend wrote this, and she gave me permissions to post it here. Hope you like it!!
If Ron had the Ring…
By Leslie Took
The young, red headed, freckled boy, Ronald Weasley was going to be the new heir of Bilbo Baggins. This is how it happened.
One day in September, Ron was at his school, Hogwarts, and he was trying to find his new class, Muggle Studies. He was on a staircase when it suddenly changed directions and he found himself in a new corridor he had never seen. Desperate to get off the staircase before it moved again, he continued into the new hallway. At the end, he noticed, there was what looked like a misty doorway. He felt that he should go back and try to find his class, but something made him go forward. As he neared the force field, it seemed to become clearer and through it, he viewed a land of green grass, and houses that seemed to be inside grassy knolls. In the background of this peaceful paradise, there were huge trees and a crystal blue pond that elegantly enhanced the region. Wandering about the trees and around the water were small, plump, rosy-cheeked people who looked like children. Ron was mesmerized by the pastoral setting in the picture. He continued walking slowly toward it until his nose was almost touching the surface. When suddenly a voice issued from the mist.
“Come… Come to me… Follow my voice… And enter into a life of peace…” Ron couldn’t resist the voice. He slowly lifted his foot and stepped into the mist…<br>
Ron woke suddenly. He couldn’t figure out why he had been sleeping. Then he remembered the misty doorway. Why did I go in? He thought. But then he looked around. His surroundings were greatly different from what he thought they should be. It was the land he had seen through the mist. He stood up and started walking towards the water and the trees. As he walked, he noticed that the trees were surrounding a valley that was being filled with party tents and the like.
Then abruptly, Ron could only see grass. He’d tripped over a root. He could imagine Malfoy laughing, “Well, with feet that size, hard not to,” like he had after the Quidditch World Cup. He grumbled as he got back to his feet. He continued on. A few steps ahead, he could only see grass again.
“Argh! Where are all these darn roots coming from?” he cursed. To his great surprise, he was answered, crudely.
“From that tree over there, of course.” It was one of those little people. He had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a very young look about him. “May I ask what a tall boy like you is doing in my little country, The Shire?”<br>
“Well, not sure really. I was trying to get my new class and, well, I ended up here,” Ron replied.
“All right then. Why don’t you just come with me?”<br>
“Can I ask who you are first?” Ron wondered.
“Of course! I’m Frodo Baggins, of Bagend. That’s my uncle’s hole over there, by the Party Tree, where the tents are,” Frodo added when he saw Ron’s blank look. “And you are…”
“Ronald Weasley, of… The Burrow,” he was confused a bit, “I’m just a 15 year old Fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Um,” he felt uncomfortable asking this, “what are you? I mean… er, why are you so… small? No, I mean, I’ve never seen anyone like you before…yeah, that’s what I mean…” he stuttered.
Frodo laughed. “I’m a hobbit. Come, let’s talk and walk at the same time. Oh,” he added, “and don’t trip over any more roots.” Ron sblack personed.
Frodo explained that hobbits are peace-loving gardeners who love food, ale, and pipe-weed more than anything else.
They arrived at Bagend and were greeted by an old hobbit Frodo introduced as Bilbo, his uncle. Bilbo looked at Ron as if he was about to attack him. The first thing he said to him was, “No! You can’t have it!”<br>
“Have what? I don’t want anything of yours!” Ron retorted.
“You lie! You can’t have… my precious…” he seemed to shrink as he said the last two words.
Ron backed away.
“Er, Frodo, what is he talking about?”<br>
“Nothing! Nothing… nothing at all…” Frodo seemed worried. He instructed Ron to remain outside a moment as he went inside shuffling Bilbo inside more.
Outside, Ron could hear them.
“Give it to me,” Frodo’s voice ordered.
“No,” Bilbo cried (literally).
“Bilbo… you’ve been like this for a year now. If you don’t give away that ring, [he paused, being surprised that he revealed that information] you will end up like Gollum, do you want that?”<br>
“Of course not…my precious…”
“Bilbo,” he cooed. “Give it to me.”<br>
“I’ll give it to him.” Ron looked up when he heard a reference to him.
“As long as you give it up.”<br>
“OK,” Bilbo gave in. Frodo came out and called Ron in.
“You seemed to have shown up just in time,” Frodo sarcastically commented.
Ron felt confused. What did the small guy mean? He walked into a living room. Bilbo was holding something out.
“Take it!” Bilbo ordered. “Take it now!”<br>Ron did as he was told. It was a simple gold ring. But the moment he touched it, he felt as if it was calling to him. He felt he could never get rid of it, no matter what.
Bilbo ran out of the room. Frodo looked relieved. “What was that all about?” Ron asked.
“That ring has been in his possession for too many years. He wouldn’t give it to me because he knows what it did to him, and he thinks someone like you could do what he could not. Destroy it. Take it to Mount Doom in the heart of Mordor and cast it into the fire.”<br>
“What? I can’t destroy such a beautiful ring!”<br>
“Oh no, it has caught him sooner that is should have. What am I to do?” he muttered to himself. “Tell you what, we’ll go jump on those horses out there and get it as far as you can, then I’ll take it.”<br>
“No! It’s mine! My precious…” Ron didn’t like the way he felt saying those words. But he began to laugh… laugh a high-pitched evil, You-Know-Who like laugh that surprised him. “This is the master ring! I’ve read about it. It will make me invisible and all powerful. Bwa ha ha ha!” Ron slipped the ring onto his finger, ran out side and headed in what direction he didn’t know.
[This is where you all are supposed to gasp and worry that there’s going to be a evil 15 year old running around Middle Earth.]
Ron saw water. He had been running for a while. When he realized that it was the Branduin, or Brandywine River, he had an idea. He saw a boat and he knew that the Branduin was a good sized river. He unhooked the boat and headed downstream. But someone else knew he was coming. He may have been invisible, but not to this person. They were also wearing a ring. It was the creature Gollum. Where his ring came from, we don’t know, maybe he got the Dark Lord to forge one for him (yeah, right) but anyway, it was Gollum. Ron slowed. The creature was crying, “My precious… my precious… give me my precious!” Gollum jumped into Ron’s boat. They sailed and fought for that ring. Then the river splashed down a fall. They ended up in the Isen and soon at Isenguard. A white wizard ran out, captured Gollum and Ron, took both rings, and kicked Ron.
“You’re evil.”<br>
“Yeah, so?” Saruman, the white wizard, responded.
“Oh, OK then,” Ron replied. He jumped up, and grabbed his wand, which he had all the time, and cast an incantation:
It isn’t nice here, so I’ll go now
Fly back to school and not have a cow.
Old men and hobbits scare me not,
I’ll get to class and now be taught.
He waved his wand and felt himself beginning to leave. He waved goodbye to Saruman, who looked aghast, and within seconds, he woke up in Muggle Studies.
“So it WAS a dream!”<br>Or was it…<br>
If Ron had the Ring…
By Leslie Took
The young, red headed, freckled boy, Ronald Weasley was going to be the new heir of Bilbo Baggins. This is how it happened.
One day in September, Ron was at his school, Hogwarts, and he was trying to find his new class, Muggle Studies. He was on a staircase when it suddenly changed directions and he found himself in a new corridor he had never seen. Desperate to get off the staircase before it moved again, he continued into the new hallway. At the end, he noticed, there was what looked like a misty doorway. He felt that he should go back and try to find his class, but something made him go forward. As he neared the force field, it seemed to become clearer and through it, he viewed a land of green grass, and houses that seemed to be inside grassy knolls. In the background of this peaceful paradise, there were huge trees and a crystal blue pond that elegantly enhanced the region. Wandering about the trees and around the water were small, plump, rosy-cheeked people who looked like children. Ron was mesmerized by the pastoral setting in the picture. He continued walking slowly toward it until his nose was almost touching the surface. When suddenly a voice issued from the mist.
“Come… Come to me… Follow my voice… And enter into a life of peace…” Ron couldn’t resist the voice. He slowly lifted his foot and stepped into the mist…<br>
Ron woke suddenly. He couldn’t figure out why he had been sleeping. Then he remembered the misty doorway. Why did I go in? He thought. But then he looked around. His surroundings were greatly different from what he thought they should be. It was the land he had seen through the mist. He stood up and started walking towards the water and the trees. As he walked, he noticed that the trees were surrounding a valley that was being filled with party tents and the like.
Then abruptly, Ron could only see grass. He’d tripped over a root. He could imagine Malfoy laughing, “Well, with feet that size, hard not to,” like he had after the Quidditch World Cup. He grumbled as he got back to his feet. He continued on. A few steps ahead, he could only see grass again.
“Argh! Where are all these darn roots coming from?” he cursed. To his great surprise, he was answered, crudely.
“From that tree over there, of course.” It was one of those little people. He had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a very young look about him. “May I ask what a tall boy like you is doing in my little country, The Shire?”<br>
“Well, not sure really. I was trying to get my new class and, well, I ended up here,” Ron replied.
“All right then. Why don’t you just come with me?”<br>
“Can I ask who you are first?” Ron wondered.
“Of course! I’m Frodo Baggins, of Bagend. That’s my uncle’s hole over there, by the Party Tree, where the tents are,” Frodo added when he saw Ron’s blank look. “And you are…”
“Ronald Weasley, of… The Burrow,” he was confused a bit, “I’m just a 15 year old Fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Um,” he felt uncomfortable asking this, “what are you? I mean… er, why are you so… small? No, I mean, I’ve never seen anyone like you before…yeah, that’s what I mean…” he stuttered.
Frodo laughed. “I’m a hobbit. Come, let’s talk and walk at the same time. Oh,” he added, “and don’t trip over any more roots.” Ron sblack personed.
Frodo explained that hobbits are peace-loving gardeners who love food, ale, and pipe-weed more than anything else.
They arrived at Bagend and were greeted by an old hobbit Frodo introduced as Bilbo, his uncle. Bilbo looked at Ron as if he was about to attack him. The first thing he said to him was, “No! You can’t have it!”<br>
“Have what? I don’t want anything of yours!” Ron retorted.
“You lie! You can’t have… my precious…” he seemed to shrink as he said the last two words.
Ron backed away.
“Er, Frodo, what is he talking about?”<br>
“Nothing! Nothing… nothing at all…” Frodo seemed worried. He instructed Ron to remain outside a moment as he went inside shuffling Bilbo inside more.
Outside, Ron could hear them.
“Give it to me,” Frodo’s voice ordered.
“No,” Bilbo cried (literally).
“Bilbo… you’ve been like this for a year now. If you don’t give away that ring, [he paused, being surprised that he revealed that information] you will end up like Gollum, do you want that?”<br>
“Of course not…my precious…”
“Bilbo,” he cooed. “Give it to me.”<br>
“I’ll give it to him.” Ron looked up when he heard a reference to him.
“As long as you give it up.”<br>
“OK,” Bilbo gave in. Frodo came out and called Ron in.
“You seemed to have shown up just in time,” Frodo sarcastically commented.
Ron felt confused. What did the small guy mean? He walked into a living room. Bilbo was holding something out.
“Take it!” Bilbo ordered. “Take it now!”<br>Ron did as he was told. It was a simple gold ring. But the moment he touched it, he felt as if it was calling to him. He felt he could never get rid of it, no matter what.
Bilbo ran out of the room. Frodo looked relieved. “What was that all about?” Ron asked.
“That ring has been in his possession for too many years. He wouldn’t give it to me because he knows what it did to him, and he thinks someone like you could do what he could not. Destroy it. Take it to Mount Doom in the heart of Mordor and cast it into the fire.”<br>
“What? I can’t destroy such a beautiful ring!”<br>
“Oh no, it has caught him sooner that is should have. What am I to do?” he muttered to himself. “Tell you what, we’ll go jump on those horses out there and get it as far as you can, then I’ll take it.”<br>
“No! It’s mine! My precious…” Ron didn’t like the way he felt saying those words. But he began to laugh… laugh a high-pitched evil, You-Know-Who like laugh that surprised him. “This is the master ring! I’ve read about it. It will make me invisible and all powerful. Bwa ha ha ha!” Ron slipped the ring onto his finger, ran out side and headed in what direction he didn’t know.
[This is where you all are supposed to gasp and worry that there’s going to be a evil 15 year old running around Middle Earth.]
Ron saw water. He had been running for a while. When he realized that it was the Branduin, or Brandywine River, he had an idea. He saw a boat and he knew that the Branduin was a good sized river. He unhooked the boat and headed downstream. But someone else knew he was coming. He may have been invisible, but not to this person. They were also wearing a ring. It was the creature Gollum. Where his ring came from, we don’t know, maybe he got the Dark Lord to forge one for him (yeah, right) but anyway, it was Gollum. Ron slowed. The creature was crying, “My precious… my precious… give me my precious!” Gollum jumped into Ron’s boat. They sailed and fought for that ring. Then the river splashed down a fall. They ended up in the Isen and soon at Isenguard. A white wizard ran out, captured Gollum and Ron, took both rings, and kicked Ron.
“You’re evil.”<br>
“Yeah, so?” Saruman, the white wizard, responded.
“Oh, OK then,” Ron replied. He jumped up, and grabbed his wand, which he had all the time, and cast an incantation:
It isn’t nice here, so I’ll go now
Fly back to school and not have a cow.
Old men and hobbits scare me not,
I’ll get to class and now be taught.
He waved his wand and felt himself beginning to leave. He waved goodbye to Saruman, who looked aghast, and within seconds, he woke up in Muggle Studies.
“So it WAS a dream!”<br>Or was it…<br>
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