Legolas peeked out of the window of the Last Homely House. Beside him, Elladan and Elrohir crouched with loaded bows. On his other side Aragorn sat with his sword unsheathed.

At another window Arwen and Gimli stood with several bucket of very, very heavy rock and hot coals. Even Erestor aided them, supplying as a scout out on the roof. Now they only had to wait.

"Looks like you could use some ground crews." They all jumped and spun around to see a smirking Glorfindel. "Don't worry," The balrog-slayer soothed "If you just peak out into the corridor, you will find quite an assortment."

Legolas stepped into the corridor and gasped. All around them stood groups of characters from other books. One group was a bunch of kids in long robes with a sign that read 'Dumbledore's Army'. Another was a group with shirts that said 'Mockingjay's'. Last was a group kids with 'Half-blood's FTW!' scrawled onto their arms in varying shades of ink.

"These are the best I could find last minute. Harry over there in Dumbledore's Army is wicked with his tree branch; Katniss Everdeen from Mockingjay's could beat even you in archery; and Percy Jackson and friends from the awesome book but crap worthy movie are part Valar of some sort." Glofindel smiled rather smugly. Legolas himself finally managed to close his mouth.

"Wher…where on Arda did you get them?" He stuttered. In response Glofindel whipped out a shiny blue notebook and flipped some pages

"Okay, so Harry's from Hogwarts, Katniss from Panem, and Percy from New York…" He looked nervously at the teen and whispered into Legolas's ear "Keep an eye on him, try and see his teeth. He just might be related to that OTHER Percy. You know? " Legolas quickly nodded. He didn't look like Sauron's mouth, but you never know

Ten minutes later the witches and wizards and tributes and halfbloods and elves were all assembled strategically around Rivendell when the first scream was heard.

The archers of all types readied their bows, the warriors their swords and knives and wizards their wands and swallowed their fears.

It was now or never.

Just then, the first terribly ugly creatures rounded the hill. No, not orcs, worse. Way worse. They were weak and arrogant, whiny and unintelligent. That's right.

Twilight had come to Middle-Earth.