Disclaimer: I really don't own LotR. *Inconsolable wailing*

Rated PG for: The same things as before. Situations that'll scare the pants off of you and bad humor.

AN: Ahh! Thanks for the feedback! Since I forgot last time, I have to say THANK YOU TO MY EDITOR! You are wonderful person, who made this story possible. She gives input, and makes sure I don't misspell things or leave out words, it's very cool (she also came up with the idea…*grits teeth* I HATE saying that). But KK, I can't give you 200 pictures of Sexy Elf, you are mistaking me for a person who has a printer that functions correctly. GIVE ME BACK MY BOOKMARK! *ahem* Enjoy.

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Part Two

Hours later Pepsi drunken elves lay passed out on couches and chairs. Fred and George were the life of the party, still shooting off fireworks, (which just happened to be Gandalf's) while Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat watching.

Dobby burst in, followed by Sam and Galadriel. "What is going on!?" She roared.

All of the elves (at least the conscious ones) immediately froze, and the DJ cut the music. Fred and George stopped laughing long enough to hear the silence and looked up.

"Oh, hello!" Fred said brightly, "Smashing party, isn't it?"

"Would you care to join us?" George asked.

Galadriel pursed her lips and shook her head. "What are you doing?" She repeated, more slowly and dangerously.

"We're having a party." Fred stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You did give us permission." George pointed out.

"I did NOT give you permission to wake up the entire kingdom at one in the morning!" Galadriel screeched. "Everybody, leave, now!"

The elves obediently left the room, or dragged out by their friends. As Fred and George tried to sneak out, Galadriel grabbed their collars. "You two stay."

"Mr. Frodo?" Sam called, looking around the room for the hobbit.

"Sam, how many times do I have to tell you, my name is NOT Frodo!" Mr. Underhill hissed.

"I'm sorry Mr. Frodo, it's just that I was looking all over for you and-"

"Sam."

"Oh! Sorry Frodo. I just-oops."

Frodo sighed in exasperation.

"The cat's out of the bag now, huh?"

"The secret's been spilt."

"The rumor has spread!"

"The-"

"For the last time, SHUT UP!" Galadriel yelled, managing to silence the twins. She turned on everybody else. "Pull up a chair, and keep your mouths shut."

Everybody obeyed quickly and looked at the Elf Queen without saying a word.

"First of all, calm down the party next time."

"Sorry old mum!" Fred piped up.

"Mmm-hmm. Secondly, where do you come from? I know another world, but where exactly?"

"Well you see old mum-"

"Third, don't call me old mum." Galadriel cut in.

"Yes ma'am, your Elvishness." George bowed.

"If I could speak, please," Hermione raised her hand.

"Of course."

"We come from a world, that's…well a bit a similar to this one. We have trolls, dragons, as well as elves. I'm not sure if you have the first two though."

Galadriel nodded.

"And then we have the wizarding world, and the human world. I'm a witch, and the boys," she motioned towards Harry, Ron, Fred, and George, "they are wizards."

"So mere children can be wizards?" Galadriel asked.

Dobby squeaked. "Don't be insulting Harry Potter!"

"Calm down Dobby." Harry muttered.

"We certainly don't have hobbits, or orcs, we do have giants though, werewolves, and unicorns." Hermione continued explaining for a good half-hour, and Ron had soon fallen asleep along with Fred and George.

"Yes, of course. Thank you."

"I'm interested about those house elves." Sam spoke up. "Are they really that…meek?"

"Not all house elves is!" Dobby spoke up.

"Really? What can you do?"

Match #2: Dobby vs. Sam

Announcer #2: Hello, and welcome to our second match! In corner number one, we have Dobby, who is a house elf from the world of Harry Potter. He's short and doesn't weigh much. (He also has huge eyes and a big nose)

And in corner number two; we have Sam, a hobbit from Middle Earth. He is also short, but he weighs more. I don't think either one is a champion (considering how they usually only end up beating up themselves) so this will determine all! Be clean, and let the match BEGIN!

"More then you." Dobby sniffed.

"If you're thinking about hurting Mr. Frodo, I'm not going to let you."

"You is thinking about harming Mr. Harry Potter sir?" Dobby asked.

Sam shook his head. "No! Are you thinking about harming Frodo?"

"No! I is never accused of such…such rubbish!" Dobby exclaimed, shaking his head so hard it looked painful. "You is not harming Mr. Harry Potter!"

"I don't want to!" Sam insisted. "But I won't let you harm Frodo!"

"You cannot harm Harry Potter!"

"Well, you can't hurt Frodo!"

Within seconds Sam and Dobby were in a heated battle, yelling at each other.

"Either they're deaf, or they need a good ear cleaning." Fred laughed.

"Seriously. Neither one of you is planning to hurt somebody else!" George called to break up the fight.

"You what?" Dobby and Sam said simultaneously, turning on George.

"You is going to hurt Harry Potter?" Dobby asked.

"You want to harm Frodo?"

"No, you got me all wrong!" George held up his hands. "I didn't say anything like that at all! I said you WEREN'T going to hurt anybody!"

"He did!" Fred nodded. "That's what he said!"

"What do you know? You is stupid!" Dobby yelled, turning back to Sam and starting the argument again.

"Dobby, stop it. Nothing's going to happen."

"Really Sam, he's not doing anything."

Dobby and Sam looked skeptically at the other. "Are you sure?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm positive." Frodo nodded. "Let's just forget about it."

Sam looked at Dobby dubiously. "Really Mr. Frodo, he's from another world, surely that poses some threat."

"No, I don't think it does."

"We didn't come here to kill you off. We were just curious about that strange gap in the air. Honest." Harry butted in.

"If you is not going to hurt Mr. Potter, then you is okay." Dobby said.

"So now we should come to a truce, I suppose." Sam held out his hand, and Dobby shook it, showing everybody his toothy grin.

"Now that the matter is settled, what about your world?" Fred asked. "I mean, elves are taller then we are, that isn't something you see everyday."

Galadriel smiled slightly. "Well…I suppose I do owe you an explanation."

Ron sat up sleepily and rubbed his eyes. "Whattimeisit?" He mumbled.

"Late! Boy, wouldn't McGonigall be knocked off if she knew!"

"I could tell you everything in the morning, if you are weary."

"No…I'm not tired." Harry was cut off by a huge yawn. "I could stay awake for awhile yet."

"Nonsense. Bathe yourselves, eat, and do what you must. My archers will show you to your rooms."

"You mean the ones that aren't out to kill the house elves?" Fred asked brightly.

Hermione glowered. "That's not funny."

"Sure it is!" George insisted. "You just have no sense of humor!"

"I do too!"

"No, not really, you don't." Fred nodded.

"Why, I've never been so insulted!"

"Well, actually, you have."

"You remember, that one time."

"Yes, and you had that look of a fish on your face."

"A fish?"

"You know, what you look like Fred."

"You do realize we are identical." George laughed.

"Oh yes, through ESP though, since we look nothing alike."

"You're a psychopathic,"

"The term is, psychic."

"Not for you it isn't!"

"Is anybody following this argument at all?" Harry asked, cutting in.

Everybody slowly shook their heads, except for Fred and George who continued poking fun at each other.

Galadriel stood up. "I'm leaving, you may stay up if you want, and continue your petty arguments, but I'm am going to BED!" She yelled, whirling around and leaving the room.

Fred and George stopped with their mouths hanging open and slowly turned. "What's her problem?" George asked.

"I really don't know." Fred shook his head.

Hermione stood up with a huff. "It's because you two are constantly going at it and never stop! It's terribly annoying, and you need to SHUT UP, so everybody else can get to sleep!!" She stormed out of the room.

"Ron, you better go calm down your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend." Ron muttered.

"Fine then. The 'object of your affection'." Fred smiled. He turned to George for support, only to find that his twin was asleep and snoring on the floor, hugging Harry's leg.

Harry himself, was asleep on the couch, clutching an elvish pillow, snoring lightly.

"We hang out with the weirdest people." Ron sighed.

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Hope you liked part two! Tbc…