Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Lord of the Rings. They belong to J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien, respectively. This is an amateur attempt. One which I am not making any profit over.

Warning: Most of these drabbles will be based upon The Lord of the Rings novels, not the movies. So you might want to catch up on your reading.

Enjoy!

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First Drabble: A Head of Fire

"Help!"

It was the most frightening experience of Frodo's life. To be trapped by a Barrow-wight; to be under its spell. He would perish here, lost amongst the other poor souls who'd fallen under the same trap Frodo had inadvertently tripped in to. And what of Merry and Pippin? And his dear Sam? Were they now, too, screaming for help?

"Help!" he yelped once more, for he had just seen the loathsome Barrow with his own eyes. Evil and dark it was, a mere shadow in the blackness of the pit. How he had seen it at all, Frodo knew not, but he did know that he wished to be out of there. Fast.

Oh, what he would give to have Tom Bombadil there. If only ―

"Lumos."

Frodo blinked as a dazzling light blinded his eye sockets.

"You right there?"

Slowly, the hobbit's eyes opened. Crouched above him was a head of fire. Never had Frodo seen hair as vibrant as that. Below the fire stared a pair of brown eyes. Frodo almost sobbed at the kindness in them. This person was no Barrow-wight. No Barrow would look so gentle.

"Yes," he answered. "Yes, I am now, to know that I am not alone in this awful place." It did not occur to him to ask how the young man (for he was no hobbit) had managed to make light. He was only too grateful that the shadows had been chased away. And, it seemed, the Barrow-wight with them.

"Don't mention it." The boy held out a hand. "Name's Ron. Ron Weasley."

The hobbit took it. "Frodo Underhill, at your service," he replied, remembering in time to use his travelling name.

"So," said Ron Weasley. "D'you have any idea where we are? I mean, my potion exploded, then I turned up here and some thing was going on about how it had been waiting for me . . ."

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A/N: More drabbles to come . . .