Ok, this is a story where I'm only gonna post SHORT CHAPTERS in order for me to update more. I hope you are fine with that. If you're not, too bad...hehehe. This is most likely going to be my longest chapter, as well...
Summary: HP/LOTR Crossover. Planning a prank, Fred and George knock into a tapestry that they've never seen before. Hitting it, they are taken to Rivendell...and it meet its worst nightmare as Fred and George duke it out with Elladan and Elrohir to be the most annoying twins in the city.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter OR Lord of the Rings. But I just may try and nip my Elladan...hehehe. Huggles Elladan and lets no one come near.
"Lee, now while we start hitting the armor, you go and..."
"Go and get the flobberworm mucus. Gotcha, you have said it atleast fifty times now, Fred. I think I've got it," Lee grinned, although he tried to fake exasperation.
"Remember...this is very important. As it is our fourth year, we're grown up now enough to give our pranks an admirable boost. Now could you please nip it quickly? I don't think that I can wait," Fred said impatiently, hopping from foot to foot in anticipation.
"Right, be right back," Lee grinned once more. "Go now, if you want it started quickly."
The twins nodded as they took off for the passageways, smacking the suits of armor and forcing some to fall.
After a moments pause, they managed to hear footsteps and a yell of pain come from Snape as he collided with one particular suit they had charmed to dance.
"C'mon, before he finds us!" George yelled, waving his arm as they went barreling down more corridors to stop at a dead end.
"Oh yes, we're old enough to know everything around the castle. Smooth move, George," Fred said sarcastically, turning around to get hit by a still running brother.
"Hey!" he called out, falling backwards and expecting to hit the tapestry and smack the wall, closing his eyes.
They never made impact.
Opening his eyes, George found himself face down on a cold, marble floor.
"Hey...there's no marble in Hogwarts, is there?" he asked out loud, picking himself up and extending his hand to help Fred up, who took it with a puzzled look on his face.
"That would be because you are no longer at your...Hogwarts," a noble voice came from behind them and they slowly turned around.
"Oy, who the bleedin' hell are you?" George questioned, raising his eyebrow at the man before him. He had long, dark hair around his back and two boys behind him that looked their age. And were identical to every detail.
"And where are we? No lies, either...you don't work for You-Know-Who, do you?" Fred demanded as well.
Ignoring the slight cussing spouting from George's mouth, Elrond continued. "I am Lord Elrond, and these are my sons."
"Elladan," the one on the right nodded his head, giving a grin.
"Elrohir," the other winked before turning towards his twin simultaneously as the other turned to him.
"You are in Rivendell...I know not of this Hogwarts nor who you speak of. Could you make your meaning plainer?" Elrond raised a curious eyebrow, hoping with every fiber in his being that his sons would behave.
"We speak of," Fred began.
"The biggest," George continued.
"Baddest."
"Horrible-est."
"Foulest."
"Evilest."
"Terrible."
"Loathsome."
"Dark lord of all times," they finished together, giving each other a satisfied grin, although they could tell Lord Elrond seemed unimpressed, if not utterly bored.
"If you mean Lord Sauron, then you may question no further for I am against him by Valar alone knows the depth of my distaste for the enemy," he declared, raising his head nobly.
"Lord Sauron? You must be kidding me...I've not even heard of such a man. We are talking of the darkest lord of them all. His name..." Fred began, suddenly turning nervous to George.
"What are you looking at me for? I'm not gonna say it!" George protested, shaking his head.
"Well you think I'm going to say his name? For all I know he's right here at this moment behind this all and ready to kill us!" Fred declared before turning to Elrond. "We do not speak his name...for his evil has been great."
"If you do not speak his name, then I will not question you further for your information will be of no more value to me," Elrond said, looking over the two with pondering eyes. "May I ask where this Hogwarts you spoke of earlier is located?"
"What? You don't know?" Fred asked, bewildered. "It's the finest school for wiz—ow!" he yelled out as George stepped on his foot.
"Hey, remember what mum said? Keep your trap shut," George scolded before turning to the three before him.
"We cannot tell you...but it is not of this time as far as I can tell. What year is it, may I ask?" Fred decided on, rubbing his foot on the back of his leg, giving Elladan and Elrohir a glare for their snickering behind Elrond.
"Why it is 1635, of the Third Age. Do you not even know the date?" Elrond questioned once more, entranced suddenly by the different attire that the pair were wearing.
"Well, I must say that I was quite sure it was 1993, AD mind you..." Fred muttered, looking around. "Needless to say, I'm guessing we're going to be slightly messed up a bit. Considering we're most likely from the future from what I can so far tell...I don't think we'll have a place to stay. Do you know where we'll be rooming?"
Elrond looked taken aback at the sudden intruding of the two and he opened his mouth as he looked around the palace slightly before turning back to them.
"My home is welcome to you until you find a way back to your own age in time, I must ask Gandalf if he knows any way of getting you back. But, before you go, you must know there are rules that must be followed," he said rather sternly, before turning back to his sons.
"Elladan, Elrohir. I expect you to inform them of every rule of the household exactly as I have told them to you. And I sincerely mean it," Lord Elrond told them, not allowing them to object as they nodded.
"Yes, father," Elladan grinned once more, peering at the two.
"Of course, father. Straight away," Elrohir tried not to laugh as he ran towards Fred and George, followed by Elladan.
"Right this way, fellow men," Elladan instructed, putting his arm around George's shoulders and forcing him to come along with him to his quarters. "We have quite a lot of ground to show you, but I'm sure you've heard all about us great elves anyways."
"Elves?" Fred lipped to George who shrugged, and they decided to go along with it.
"Bleedin' right, old chaps," Fred winked. "Except for the fact that we're the greatest beings that this whole Earth has ever seen, by George."
"You've got that right," George laughed and got a shove by Fred. "You know I meant the expression," he replied.
"Right, of course," George just laughed more as Elladan and Elrohir exchanged looks themselves. This was going to be fun.
A/N: Alright, there we go. The first chapter. I hope that you find it to your...er...likings and all. Since I've posted this in both Harry Potter AND Lord of the Rings, I guess I'll just get opinions from both sides...or something. I don't know, we'll see how it goes, I guess...hehehe. R/R if you please.
