Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling. I am not J.R.R Tolkien. Because of this I do not own Harry Potter or The Silmarillion. I just like to play around in their worlds. Please don't sue me.

"FRED! GEORGE!"

With a small pop the two Wesley twins appeared in front of their mother, smiling in that innocent way that made you automatically know they were up to no good.

"Yes?" Fred said smiling at his mother.

"You called?" said George

"Yes I-" Molly began

"Because you know we were really busy." George continued

"I wonder what happens if you leave heated bubotuber puss unattended?" Fred added.

"It's not fun to clean up, I'll bet."

"Of course, Sirius wouldn't mind much would he? He doesn't exactly like this place."

"If it hits that portrait of that old woman in out room, how do you think he'll feel about that?"

Fred and George smiled when they looked back at their mother. She looked as though she might actually faint.

"So, we'll just go then?" George asked.

Molly just nodded and watched the twins leave, completely forgetting why she'd called them down in the first place.

George sucked on the end of his quill pen, thinking. His brother sat on the bed and watched.

"Done yet?" Fred asked.

George turned away from the desk and stared at Fred, his eyebrows raised. "Does it look like it?" he asked, "You know, I'd get this done a lot faster if you helped."

Fred ignored his brother. "This'll be great you know. This translation spell I mean. Speaking in a language that only your other co-conspirators can understand so that no one can eavesdrop. Brilliant!"

Suddenly a book flew past Fred's head, hit the wall and landed on the bed.

"Then you can help me. The glossary is in the back. Start reading."

"Your taking a language out of a book?"

"It's a Muggle book, one of Hermionie's. I doubt you'll have found many wizards who have read it."

Fred turned the book over. "The Silmarillion by J.R.R Tolkien" he read.

"Fred..."

"Fine, I'll start." and with that he flipped to the back of the book.

"Alright, are we done yet?" Fred asked after a while. His voice was getting tired.

George put down his pen and streched his fingers. "Yeah, all that's needed now is an incantation" he said.

"An incantation eh?" Fred thought for a moment. "Reddo Crypto!"

George smiled, "Yeah, yeah! I like that!"

"Oi! Fred, George! Mum says to call you down for dinner!" Ron called at that moment.

Fred and George looked at each other.

"Wanna try it?" Fred asked.

"Brother, it's scary how your able to read my mind like that."

"Now eat quickly!" Molly was saying as the twins were sitting down to dinner, Ron and Hermione were already there. "The Order's coming tonight with Harry, and then we've got some business to attend to."

There was a simultaneous groan around the table when Molly said this.

"Why can't we stay up and listen in?" Ron suggested.

Molly ignored him and continued dishing out beef stew.

"C'mon! Harry's our friend too! And after all that time spent with the Muggles he'll want to know what's going on!" Ron continued.

"Your forgetting that we only know about half of it Ron." Hermione said. She turned towards the twins, "You enjoying that book of mine? It's one of my favorites."

Fred nodded. "Loads." he said through a mouthful of potato.

"Very useful." George added, shoveling beef and gravy into his mouth.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Useful?" She said, "What does that mean? What are you two up too?"

"Yes, I think I'd like to know too." Molly said, shooting a look that could kill at her boys.

"Or would you?"George said. At that moment the twins muttered their new spell under their breaths and swished their wands underneath the table.

"*No need to worry Hermione, we shan't hurt your precious book.*" Fred said smirking, "*And we'll be perfect little angles won't we brother?*"

"*Oh yes, in itself you have nothing to worry about with our current spell.*" He winked at Hermione, "*Ah! My friend, why don't you trust us?*"

Hermione gave the two a disapproving look, and meanwhile Ron looked completely lost.

"Wha-" Ron began.

"Ignore them." Was all Hermione said, apparently she didn't appreciate the way in which the twins had used her book.

Fred looked around the table, noticing something was missing. No, someone. switching back to English he said, "So..where's Sirius?"

At at that moment the wizard in question came strolling into the room. "I caught Kreacherwith this." He said tossing a notebook to Fred. "Might want to keep a better eye on your things with him creeping around."

"Hannad!" George said, "Er...I mean thanks."

~*~

Later Fred and George were back up in their room, George was flipping through the notebook Sirius had given him.

"We should work on the Daydream Charms." He muttered absently, "Last time we tested it you fainted."

"Uh-huh." Fred said, he was busy making sparks come out of his wand.

"Fred, are you even listening to me?"

"Uh..yeah?"

"Then what did I just say?"

Fred smirked, "'Fred, are you even listening to me,' I believe."

George rolled his eyes. "Daydream Charms." He said tossing the notebook to his brother.

"They're faulty! I almost-"

"I said that already, you would know if you were listening."

Fred just grumbled something and walked over to his brother with the notebook. "Right, let's do this." the brothers swished their wands and muttered the words. The world went dark for a moment and then.....

~*~

Neither of the Weasley twins expected what had happened next. They were in the middle of a forest, the really old kind where the trees were all twisted together and moss and lichen made everything that wasn't already green, green. It was raining.

"Ow..."George muttered. His entire back hurt, and he realized that while he'd been standing earlier, now he was most definitely splayed out on the ground.

"George?" He heard his twin ask. George turned towards where Fred's voice was coming from.

"What?"

"This isn't right...I know, this isn't where it's supposed to start at all..."

George grunted. He knew too. He was about to say something when he heard the sound of hoof beats headed in their direction. "Bugger" he muttered.

These weren't ordinary pony-at-the-petting-zoo type hoof beats either. The kind of sound you could just as easily make with coconuts. No. This was like thunder. The kind of hoof-beats a war horse would make.

It indeed looked like the two riders were on war horses. Both were black as night, but one had a white star on it's brow. The riders were covered by their cloaks, which could have been a dark green, but because of the fact that they were sopping wet their color was pretty-much indistinguishable. They each had a quiver of arrows, a bow, and two really impressive looking swords.

"Fred...Fred!" George hissed.

Fred was already way ahead of his brother though, he flashed a glimpse of his wand at his brother.

Both twins nodded, uncharacteristically grim.

One of the riders called to the other. They stopped their horses and dismounted.

They took out their swords and approached the twins.

One of the riders spoke, he had a voice that was both familiar and strange to the twins. "Now," he said in what was clearly not English. What was it then, and how could the twins understand him?

Sindarin? George realized, How?We can speak it because of the spell, but them?

Then George realized the rider was still speaking, "Who are you, and what wicked spell of Morgoth has caused you to look like us?" At that the two riders removed their hoods, and Fred and George saw that they looked almost exactly like them.

A/N: So this is taking place around the beginning of Harry's fifth year, if you haven't figured that out yet.

"*=Used when Fred and George are in the wizarding world. For the sake of the story imagine they're speaking Sindarin