Disclaimer: I own it all! AHAHAHHAHAHAHA! See, I wrote it down on a piece of paper! I own this fic! AND Lord of the Rings! *is surrounded by corporate lawyers* I mean…er…
Rated PG for: The thought of Legolas with hair a color besides blonde.
AN: Sorry it took me so long to get this friggin' chapter out, I'll try and be better about it. I got my bookmark back! Yay! *hugs bookmark* The anonymous comment is taken from 'Saruman's Fan Mail Hour', I didn't come up with it. BTW, with the help of KK I(we) are writing the fifth Harry Potter book. If any of you would be even slightly interested in this, tell me. Oh, and I didn't mention last chapter that I was going to slightly bash Sam and Dobby, sorry. (Lego-chan is slightly bashed in this chapter, but I love him to pieces, and mean no harm.) Without further ado…!
Chapter Three
The Next Morning…
"Wake up!" Harry sat up, as ice cold water was poured on his face.
"What the-?" He spluttered, trying to dry his glasses on his soaked robe.
"Sorry, but you need to wake up, and Galadriel told us we could use any means necessary."
"Yes, it was my idea too. I told you we needed brains on this sort of mission…quest…thing."
"Bloody brilliant Pip, you just proved it by pouring buckets of water on people's heads."
"Shut up Merry."
Harry put on his glasses, and squinted up at Pippin and Merry, who were holding an empty bucket.
Harry blinked. "Who are you?"
"We're anonymous!" Pippin exclaimed brightly.
"Anonymous…?"
"Merry and Pippin at your service." Merry said, grinning, before running off to fill the bucket again and wake the others.
George sat straight up, hitting his head on the bottom of the couch. "OWW! Bloody he-hello!"
Fred tumbled off of his chair laughing, before getting doused with a bucket. "What? I was awake already." He said, wiping water out of his eyes.
"Yeah, but it's more fun this way."
"Did you sleep well?" Hermione asked, stepping into the room, dressed, and smirking.
"Wonderfully." George groaned, rubbing the lump that was forming on his head.
"FOR CRIPES SAKE! THAT'S COLD!" Ron yelled, sitting bolt upright.
"Good morning to you too." Pippin smiled.
"Geez, they're as bad as you two."
"Nah, we're funnier." Fred and George said in unison.
"Says who?" Pippin asked.
"Says me." Fred glared.
"I haven't seen you do anything funny. Just throw a party and turn the elves in to Pepsiholics." Merry piped up.
"Your right, that's not funny, that's hilarious!" George started laughing.
"I challenge you to a duel!" Pippin shouted, wielding the empty bucket in front of him.
Match #3: Merry and Pippin vs. Fred and George
Announcer #1: Ahh, you made it to match three! The excitement never ends here! In this corner, the clowns of Middle Earth we have Meriodoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took! They're about ye tall, with curly hair, and…really…big…feet.
And in the other corner we have Fred and George the troublemakers from the world of Harry Potter! Nobody's really sure how tall they are or how much they weigh, but they do have a lot of red hair and freckles! Remember, keep it clean. Let the match BEGIN!
"Match accepted!" Fred yelled back, picking up a nearby bottle of Pepsi.
Merry picked up a popcorn bowl, and George found a stray arrow. "Put 'em up!"
"On guard!" Pippin yelled, swinging the bucket around, George blocking it with the arrow, while Fred snuck up behind him and hit him on the head.
"HAHAHA! You will never defeat us!" Fred laughed, throwing back his head. Merry took this opportune moment to shove the bowl on his head, and start drumming on it.
George had just jabbed his arrow through the bottom of the bucket, when Galadriel burst into the room. Once again, making an absolutely spectacular entrance. Everybody paused and looked over at her.
"What are you doing?" She asked, not looking angry, much to everybody's surprised.
"Just having a bit of fun." Fred smiled.
Galadriel raised an eyebrow and looked at the scene. George trying to pull his arrow out of the water bucket, Fred standing behind Pippin, a popcorn bowl on his head, and Merry holding it on. She burst out laughing. "You…could…be…jesters!" She gasped out, holding onto a nearby chair for support.
Fred managed to throw the popcorn bowl, and Merry off of him, little bits of popcorn and kernels stuck in his hair. "What's so funny?"
Galadriel started laughing even harder.
George pulled the arrow out of the bottom of the bucket and fell backwards, the momentum causing Pippin to stumble backwards into Fred who fell backwards on top of Merry and popcorn bowl.
"If you wouldn't mind I would like to breath in the near future." He wheezed, struggling to keep the popcorn bowl from cutting a hole in his stomach.
Fred tried to push Pippin off of him, who was dazedly leaning back for support.
"The cow is pretty, where's the pretty cow?"
"Pip, the only cow is you! You need to lose some bloody weight!" Merry squeezed out from the bottom of the pile, but left the popcorn bowl behind, causing Fred to jump up.
"AHHH!!! What are you trying to do? Break my back!?" He yelled.
"Oww." Pippin commented, having run face first into the wall. "That felt nice."
"What do you think your laughing at?" Fred growled, turning to his twin who was rolling on the floor.
"What else would I be laughing at? You!" He rolled over, and clutched his stomach.
"That's it! You're dead!" Fred jumped on top of George, and the two had soon ensued in a vicious wrestling match.
By this point Galadriel was almost rolling on the floor herself, she was laughing so hard.
Pippin was tottering around the room, still commenting on the pretty cows, and Merry was trying to snap him out of it. Finally the dazed hobbit stumbled into the fighting twins. "Oh hello…" He said.
"THE HOBBIT MUST DIE!" George yelled, and soon Pippin was pulled into the wrestling match.
"Hey! Don't hurt Pip! He's not very bright, but he means well!"
"SHUT UP YOU CURLY HAIRED FIEND!" Fred yelled, yanking Merry into the battle.
Ten minutes later…
Ron stared blankly off into to space, drool hanging from the end of his mouth. Harry was asleep on the couch, the right half of his body sagging off, and snoring loudly. Galadriel, was still trying to stop laughing, holding her stomach, with tears streaming down her face. Hermione yawned, and looked at her watch for the millionth time.
"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" Legolas yelled suddenly, bursting into the room. "WHO STOLE MY SHAMPOO!?" The doorknob, being slammed against the wall so hard, fell to the floor.
Ding!
The four stopped wrestling. "Match over already?" George asked brightly.
"Uh…"
The four turned to see a seething Legolas. "Who. stole. my. shampoo?"
Fred grinned nervously. "Not me!" He proclaimed, throwing the bottle of Herbal Essences to George.
"I don't want it!" George yelped throwing it back.
"You take it!"
"No, you!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"YOU!"
Legolas calmly fitted his bow and shot an arrow through the middle of the bottle, pinning it to the wall. He stormed over and yanked it off, snapping the arrow in half. "I'll be back for you later." He growled, stomping out of the room.
Fred and George grinned at each other as soon as we was gone. "Pretty good joke."
Merry and Pippin were sitting in the corner laughing. "Not bad." Merry said approvingly. "Although, I'm sure we could have done better."
"That's not all." Fred smiled. "We put dye in it too."
"That might not have been to bright." Pippin shook his head. "Honey would have been better."
"What? You don't think blue is his color?" George asked, and the four burst out laughing.
"WHO STOLE MY FIREWORKS!?" Gandalf yelled, bursting into the room, resembling a certain elf's temper.
"Them." Merry and Pippin said simeoultaneously pointing at Fred and George.
"We don't have any fireworks." George protested.
"Well, we do, but they're our own, not Gandalf's fireworks."
"It's Gandalf not Gandalf!" (AN: Although they are spelled the same, it's being pronounced differently, trust me.)
"Ahh…who gives a fig about his name?" The two were soon in a heated argument, and Gandalf slowly turned to Merry and Pippin.
"Well?"
"You'll have to give us gold before we tell you!" Pippin yelled.
"Fine." Gandalf gritted his teeth and handed each of them a gold coin.
"We used them all last night at the party!" Merry cried triumphantly. "AHAHAHAHAHA!"
"You had a party last night? And I wasn't invited?"
Fred and George immediately stopped arguing and turned to the very angry wizard. "It's been fun old boy." Fred started.
"But I think it's time we go." With that Fred and George ran off, very closely followed by Merry and Pippin.
Galadriel finally stopped laughing, and pulled herself to her feet, trying to catch her breath.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked, waking up and rubbing his eyes.
"My idiot brothers and the little hobbit guys." Ron sighed.
"Don't forget 'Soon to be dead'." Hermione put in.
"You think Gandalf will kill us?" Fred panted, brushing a branch aside.
"No, he'll cool off pretty soon. We'll be okay within an hour or two." Merry responded, trying to catch his breath.
The four looked back at that moment only to see a huge cloud of sparks and dust fly through the roof of the tree house.
"I thought you said he wouldn't try and kill us!" George gasped, picking up the pace.
Merry shrugged. "He'll be fine, he just has a bit of a temper. As I said, we'll be okay within an hour or two."
Fred and George nodded, reassured.
"WHO PUT BLUE DYE IN MY SHAMPOO!?!?"
"Make that one or two days." Pippin put in. "While watching out for flying arrows."
