I HATE THE MIDDLE AGES!
Chapter 2: The Dark Riders
(The fellowship of the ring)
The next morning, Hermione asked Frodo and another hobbit by the name of Sam, if they could provide her with maps of the place, also asked them a few questions about the world she was in. Hermione knew that she found herself in a world submerged in a kind of fantastic Middle Ages with beings such as elves, dwarfs and orcs, as well as knights and magicians. Her plan was to go to Saruman's, but she found the distances were huge and discarded that plan, at least for the time being.
“Help yourself, Hermione," Sam said, offering the girl a jar of beer.
“Thanks Sam, but don't you have water to drink?”
“Are you sure, Hermione? You can get sick, it's best to drink beer," Sam replied.
“Oh, of course I'll drink it," said Hermione.
“Of course, we are in the Middle Ages, the water is not purified and you can get sick and die," Hermione thought. "I hate the Middle Ages!"
The beer was lumpy and served hot, Hermione shuddered at the sight of the drink.
“Or do you prefer cold beer?”
“No, it is not necessary, look, I can conjure water from my wand... Aguamenti," Hermione said and filled a glass with the liquid element, the hobbits were impressed.
“Wow, that's impressive!” said a hobbit that Hermione hadn't seen before.
“Yes indeed! Tell me, can you create a pheasant? I'm starving," said another unknown hobbit.
Turns out the other two hobbits were Merry and Pipin. Frodo forbade both of them (including Sam) to comment on Hermione's magical nature to anyone else. Hermione agreed with her friend that she didn't want to attract attention, much less be burned at the stake.
"I hate the Middle Ages!" Hermione thought.
“Excuse me, Frodo, could you tell me where the bathroom is?”
“Would you like to take a bath Hermione? I'll immediately prepare the bath with hot water.”
“Bathe? What for? It's not May," said Pipin.
“No, it's not that, I just want to... go to the bathroom," said the blushing girl.
“Ah, I get it, Sam, put a potty in Hermione's room and don't forget the wool and the bucket of water for the hands," Frodo ordered. Hermione almost fell on her back.
“This... thank you guys," said the witch, forcing a smile, "and then where I threw the potty.”
“Just throw it out the back window, but don't forget to say "water!" before you do it or you'll throw everything at someone.”
“But if it's Lobelia, don't worry about giving any warning," Merry joked.
“Such a witch deserves it! Sorry Hermione I said it accidentally” Pipin apologized.
“Don't worry Pipin," Hermione said with a smile.
"I hate the Middle Ages!" the witch thought.
Hermione walked to her room and looked up at the pottery sighing.
“Well, since...” she said to herself and with her wand she transformed the potty into a toilet and the wool into a roll of toilet paper, only that the roll was not double-leafed and perfumed.
"Damn, this homey spell doesn't work for me," said the girl and turned the bucket of water into a sink.
“It's a good thing I get the Fregoteo spell right," Hermione sighed. “I hate the Middle Ages!”
Hermione thought it would be best to wear clothes appropriate to the place and time, but she didn't have the money to buy clothes and although she could transform fabrics into dresses, she didn't have much confidence in making them look pretty (Hermione's spells were good, except for the home-style ones), so she decided to sell her clothes in the village. She transformed some canvases that Frodo gave her into dresses (which looked horrible) and went to a place where Frodo told her to go.
Hermione was very surprised, the hobbits were very honest people and did not try to deceive her, in the end offered her plenty of fabrics. Hermione's muggle clothes were not of the best quality, as unlike the other girls her age, she was very humble and didn't care much about fashion, but for the people of the middle earth, the quality of the girl's clothes were much higher, especially jeans, because blue colored clothes were difficult to get.
Hermione didn't know what to do with so much fabric, so she offered several hobbit women to keep half of her canvases, if they made her tailor-made suits instead.
The result was optimal and Hermione was delighted, however, decided to keep her sneakers as they were much more practical and comfortable than the human boots that some hobbits who came from the village of Bree offered her.
“For Merlin, what is the cause of not going well!” Hermione shouted as she tried to turn broken old boots into sports shoes.
“You still can't get it right?” Frodo asked her.
“I still can't get it, I can transform the boots into tennis but I can't do it perfectly, I never thought that sports shoes involved so much technology, such as air mattresses to prevent injuries in the heel and other things more, I'm so frustrated," said Hermione while lying on the floor with her back.
Tennis wasn't Hermione's only frustration, she tried to create a flying broom but it didn't have much success, let's say, and not to mention her attempts to create another magic wand.
“I never thought that the elaboration of a broom or wand was so complex," Hermione complained, "my broom only levitates about thirty centimeters from the ground and a turtle can beat her in speed, and as for the wand I made, no sparks come out of it.”
“Surely you will soon succeed," Frodo encouraged.
“You know, in my school I was considered the smartest, what stupidity!, I gave the magic of brooms and wands as something for granted, I never bothered to find out how they were made, I am the shame of Hogwarts...”
Frodo tried to cheer Hermione up by telling her how muchs he helped at home with spells like Aguamenti or Fregoteo, and encouraged her to stick with the plan of changing common, multi-colored fabrics into thin blue ones and earning money.
Hermione smiled at the prospect of independence as she felt like a burden in Frodo’s house. In the end, Frodo invited Hermione to go to the local tavern and drink a few beers, which Hermione accepted as she was able to find out that the beer served at this time had less alcohol than in his world.
After spending a few amusing moments in the tavern, Hermione convinced Frodo and Sam that it would be best to return to the house as it was getting dark, as Sam approached the house he said goodbye and the two friends came in carefree, but they soon noticed that something was not right, all the candles were out.
“Keep the ring!” Gandalf shouted as he grabbed Frodo by the shoulders and surprised her as well as Hermione.
“Gandalf, you're back.”
“Tell me, you keep the ring!”
“Yes, I have it well kept, but what's the hurry, Gandalf?”
“Hurry up and show me!” The magician commanded, and Frodo was hastened to fetch the envelope with the ring.
“Eh, excuse me, Mr. Gandalf, I would like to speak with you," Hermione said hesitantly to the old man's unhinged appearance at the time.
“You are still here...”
“Excuse me, my name is Hermione Jean Granger and I am a witch," said to Gandalf before whom Gandalf looked at her with his eyes open and proceeded to aim his staff at her threateningly.
“Gandalf, what are you doing!” Frodo shouted, stepping between the two of them with his arms outstretched to protect his friend.
“Frodo, she may be an agent of Mordor's enemy.”
“Gandalf, Hermione is my friend, and if you do not stop pointing your staff at her, you can leave my house," said Frodo, and the magician lowered his staff.
Hermione explained to Gandalf how she came to this world and whether he could help her return.
“I'm sorry, but I don't see how I can help you right now, Miss Granger.”
“Mister Gandalf, you do not believe that perhaps this magician named Saruman could...”
“I'm sorry, but now I don't have time to look for help, the ring is all that matters right now.”
Then Gandalf threw the envelope into the fireplace and Frodo took it out afterwards, so they could prove that this was Sauron's ring.
“The Gollum creature was captured by the enemy and then released, this place is no longer safe! You must go to the village of Bree, there I will meet you, I must go with Saruman the white, to ask for advice," said Gandalf when he heard a noise behind the window and then he approached quietly and captured someone who was eavesdropping. That person was none other than Sam, and Gandalf considered that Sam should accompany Frodo to Bree.
“I also go with you, Frodo," Hermione said resolutely.
“But the danger will be behind me, you can't go.”
“Since there will be danger, I cannot leave you alone.”
“And your chance to go to Saruman?” Sam asked her
“I prefer to go with you a thousand times, I am a witch and I will be able to protect you," Hermione said resolutely, Gandalf looked at her smilingly.
“She is right Frodo, the danger will be constant and I trust that Miss Granger can help you.”
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The three friends left in a hurry for Bree. Before leaving the region, they met with Merry and Pipin, who were apparently "acquiring" fresh produce from a vegetable garden so they had to rush out of there and in their haste Hermione and the four hobbits rushed down a steep incline and arrived in an unassuming fashion in the background.
“I can't believe it, what's wrong with you two!” Hermione warned them, when Frodo shouted and ordered everyone to hide on the side of the road.
Hermione and the boys took refuge under a hollow tree just in time, as a huge black horse and its rider then stopped right next to them. The situation was pressing but Hermione with her wand made a rock levitate (Wingardium Leviosa) and produce a noise away from them with which the mysterious rider moved away from them.
“Hurry!” Hermione said and everyone ran like crazy.
Frodo had to explain the situation to Pipin and Merry, so they too decided to accompany their friend.
Hermione and the others were crossing a sinister forest when they were discovered by several dark riders to Hermione the appearance of the riders reminded her of that of the dementors, so she shuddered with fear.
Hermione knew that medieval horses were short but more robustly built for war, but these black horses had nothing to envy than thoroughbred race horses of her world.
“Surely the object of these horses is not war but persecution," Hermione thought, but the cries of her friends brought her back to reality, there was no way for her friends to escape.
“Incarcerous!” Hermione shouted and one by one, the horses were falling because of the ropes coming from the witch's wand.
Friends ran and boarded the river transporter, they were already safe, at least until they reached the village.
TO BE CONTINUE...
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