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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfic. Harry Potter and co. belongs to J.K. Rowling and all Lord of the Rings characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Sadly that means I do not own Smeagol/Gollum, for I find him quite hilarious… Also, in the first chapter there is a good deal of quotes taken word for word from LotR: The Two Towers. Tolkien wrote these lines, not me. The quotes will be marked by a * at the beginning and end of the quote.

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~ First chapter contains spoilers from the first two Lord of the Rings books/movies. This fanfic also contains spoilers from the previous four Harry Potter books. ~

  ------- Rated: PG-13 for some swearing, violence and a mild sexual reference. -------

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Two Heroes, Two Villains, One Ring Ch. 1: The Wrath Of Saruman

March 5th 3019 B.C. Middle-Earth

Isengard…

            The sky was cloudy above the tower of Orthanc in Isengard. Isengard had been overtaken and Saruman the White is being held captive. Several figures were gathered at the foot of the tower talking up to Saruman, who was standing above on a balcony. The group standing at the foot of the tower was quite an eclectic group. There were about twenty men standing a short way behind the group and they seemed to be in a sort of trance. At the front of the group stood Gandalf the White, formerly Gandalf the Grey, and with him were his companions: Aragorn son of Arathorn, Legolas the Elf, Gimli the Dwarf and two Hobbits: Merriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took of The Shire. Also with him were Theoden, King of Rohan, and his heir: Eomer.

            After a long exchange of words between Gandalf and Saruman, Saruman turned to leave. *'Come back, Saruman!' said Gandalf in a commanding voice. To the amazement of the others, Saruman turned again, and as if dragged against his will, he came slowly back to the iron rail, leaning on it, breathing hard.

'I did not give you leave to go,' said Gandalf sternly. 'I have not finished. You have become a fool, Saruman, and yet pitiable. You might still have turned away from folly and evil, and have been of service. But you choose to stay and gnaw at the ends of your old plots. Stay then! But I warn you, you will not easily come out again. Not unless the dark hands of the East stretch out to take you. Saruman!' he cried, and his voice grew in power and authority. 'Behold, I am not Gandalf the Grey, whom you betrayed. I am Gandalf the White, who has returned from death. You have no colour now, and I cast you from the order and from the council.'

He raised his hand, and spoke slowly in a clear cold voice. 'Saruman, your staff is broken.' There was a crack, and the staff split asunder in Saruman's hand, and the head of it fell down at Gandalf's feet. 'Go!' said Gandalf. With a cry Saruman fell back and crawled away. 'It is the end' said Gandalf. 'Let us go.'* (This was all quoted from The Two Towers)

As they turned to leave, Gandalf spoke softly. "Do not yet think that the threat of Saruman has passed. Although he has been defeated, he has still some power left in him." Little did Gandalf know, he had never spoken truer words. "Gandalf!" shouted a voice from the balcony above. Caught off guard, the group spun around to see Saruman, once again standing at the railing, an enraged look on his face. "You have made a foolish mistake, Gandalf! You did not kill me while you had the chance." Saruman chuckled. "I now banish you to different dark times of another world, where your knowledge and wisdom are meaningless!" Gandalf and the others stared in awe as Saruman, using much of his remaining strength, waved his hands, and started reciting an incantation. Aragorn, fearing the worst, dashed in front of Gandalf, followed closely by the rest of his companions, to block the unknown spell. Bright light surrounded Gandalf and his companions, as darkness crept up on them and they slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Saruman, who was greatly weakened from the spell, crawled back into his chamber and stood up in front of a podium with a round, black orb on it. Saruman passed a hand over the Palantir, and summoned the image of the Ringbearer and his two companions. My time has come… he thought to himself as he spoke the same incantation again. As soon as he had finished the incantation, he smiled to himself before collapsing on the floor. For the rest of his days he lay there, with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Saruman was dead.

March 5th 3019 B.C. Middle-Earth

Mordor…

The sky was equally cloudy above the Black Gates of Mordor. In front of the gates stood two Hobbits, talking hurriedly with a small, gray skinned frog like creature.

*'Well, here we are!' said Sam. 'Here's the Gate, and it looks to me as if that's as far as we are ever going to get. I suppose it's no good asking "what way do we go now?" We can't go no further unless we want to ask the Orcs for a lift.' 'No, no!' said Gollum. 'There is another way. O yes indeed there is. Let Smeagol show you!' 'Another way!' said Frodo doubtfully.* (Also taken from The Two Towers) Suddenly, before he could question Gollum, they were surrounded by light. Frodo and Sam gasped, thinking that they had been spotted, while Gollum squealed and covered his eyes, afraid of the light. The world around them began to fade as Frodo, Sam, and Gollum slowly slipped into unconsciousness…