Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling does. All canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

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I'm at it again with parodies! :) This one going to get a little crazy. Enjoy. :)

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Frodo was asleep on his cushioned chair. It was midday. Nothing exciting ever happened on midday, except for the local chickens. He opened his eyes. Someone was banging on the door. He yawned, stretched his muscles, and walked towards the front green door. So far, he was expecting to see no one to come to his house.

He looked out. There was no one there. His brow furrowed. Something didn't sit well.

"Must have been a duck," Frodo said, closing the door. He jumped upon seeing the three strangest creatures inside his house. One was an elf with pale skin and bald hair, another was furry, and the other one was staring at a gold ring.

"Ohhh!" The furry creature took the ring, passing it to Frodo. "Is this yours?"

"Thank you, but who are you?" Frodo asked, confused.

"Gurgi!" the furry creature introduced himself.

"Dobby the House Elf," Dobby said, politely.

"And I'm Smeaagol!" the lanky creature said, sinister. "Now, give me that ring! Oomph!" He crashed right into the wall, landing in the dirt. "That was neat! Let's do that again!"

Smash! He kept breaking through the walls without delay.

"You'll break something, Sméagol! Don't burn down the house! Ohh!" Frodo shook his head, startled to see the two other creatures roam around his house. He looked at his ring in confusion. Oh, what to do with it? Oh! He got it! He should throw it into the fire! No. That wasn't good. He couldn't throw it into his parlor fireplace, the Fireplace of Death, the only fireplace to destroy rings. "No, you'll stay with me."

The doorbell rang. Frodo approached the door and opened it. To his surprise, no one was there again. "This is getting weird." He closed the door, this time surprised by three guests standing behind him. "Whoa! Who are you? Fiends!" He pulled out his club, ready to whack them.

"We're Harry, Ron, and Hermione," the girl pleaded. "Please, don't hurt us!"

"What are you doing here? In my house, too!" Frodo cried, realizing he wasn't in danger. "Oh!" He tossed the club away, surprised that it landed on a mole. Not just any mole. The Mole. The greatest adversary found in any story. "Oh, I am so sorry!"

The Mole poked his head out of the dirt hole. It wasn't an animal. It was a man. A hobbit man. A very disagreeable man. "Of all the nerve!"

"You're welcome, Lotho!" Frodo smiled at him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, back to work!" Lotho cried, returning to his hole.

"Is that the Ring of Misfortune?" Hermione asked, pointing to the gold ring on Frodo's hand. "You should destroy it before it destroys you!"

"Wait. This isn't the Ring of Misfortune!" Harry took the ring from Frodo's hand. "This is a Horcrux. A very dangerous weapon capable of stealing souls and ripping them in two!"

"Give it here! It's mine!" Frodo cried, fighting Harry for the ring.

"Someone else should destroy it, but where?" Ron suggested.

"The Fireplace of Death!" Frodo and Harry said in unison. They rushed towards the parlor fireplace, still fighting for the ring.

"You throw it in!" Harry said, handing the ring to Frodo.

"No! You destroy it!" Frodo passed the ring back to him.

"No! You do it!" Harry passed the ring to him again.

"No, you!" Frodo said, fighting Harry again for the ring.

"Oh please!" Hermione grabbed the ring and tossed it into the fireplace.

Frodo grinned. "Well, that worked out."

Boom!

"Let's get out of here!" Hermione said, rushing towards the door.

"Come on!" Ron said, grabbing Frodo and helping him outside. Harry followed behind them, keen on reaching safety. The second the four were outside, Frodo looked again. There was Gollum and Dobby, flying out the kitchen window. Gurgi followed with two large chicken legs. As Gurgi gorged on the food, Frodo looked again at the house, sighing in relief.

"Well, at least it can't get any—" Frodo's smile faded. Bag End collapsed, leaving it in ruins. "—worse. My house! It's destroyed!" He turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, asking them, "Now, where am I supposed to live?"

"You could live with us!" Hermione suggested.

"Come on, mate. It's better than staying here," Ron said, clasping a hand on his shoulder.

Frodo looked again at his house. There was nothing left except to follow his new friends to their house, where he hoped he didn't break something… again.

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Thanks for reading. :)

References:

Gurgi is from Disney's animated film, "The Black Cauldron".