Disclaimer: I don't own it, never did, never will.

Rated PG for: Threatening with an intent to carry out. Or something…

AN: It's about bloody time! Here's the newest chapter! I can finally right again! Sheesh! Legolas Lover For Life… I apologize for not responding before. I own the One Ring, what the heck are you talking about!? I own Frodo, therefore I own THE ring. Everything else if yours, though.

This has one mention of something from Return of the King, you have been warned.

Chapter Six

"Yeah yeah, don't get your panties in a twist," Fred muttered, handing over the hat, while Dumbledore agreeably gave him back his staff.

Gandalf shoved his hat on his head and looked over his staff for a minute before turning furiously to the fearsome foursome. "Fools, all of you!" He bellowed. "Act up again…and you can only imagine the terrible things I would do to you." The four gulped, rather loudly, and nodded.

"Of course, Gandalf ol' boy, won't trouble you a bit!" George grinned, nudging Fred in the ribs.

"Not a stitch! Promise!"

"That's what I thought," Gandalf snorted, stalking off to go brood.

Meanwhile…Saruman (after getting over the shock of Yasaaf poofing in front of his face) was attempting to escape from his ropes. It wasn't much use though; they had been enchanted by Hermione, who had read up on magical knots just days before. (Hey, she reads everything else in the flippin' library.) "How to get out…" he murmured, struggling vainly against the ropes, which laughed at his attempts to get loose. Just when he was about to give up all hope a light bulb flashed above his head.

Twisting one of his freaky fingers in a freaky way, he used his fingernail to saw the knot in half. Now is that incentive to drink your milk, or what?

He laughed triumphantly, jumping to his feet, lightning flashing in the background. The room became dead quiet as everybody slowly turned. "That can't be good." Harry decided.

And right he was, the crazy old wizard was about as wacky as Denethor, and was ready to brew some trouble. "Soon the armies of Isenguard shall crush you like the pathetic insects you are!" He cried, reaching behind his back and whipping out…nothing. "What!? Where is the paper-seeing stone?"

"You mean this old thing?" George asked, tossing the palantir nonchalantly into the air and catching it.

"I thought it was something to use for catching practice," Fred grinned, and just barely caught it before it hit the ground.

"IT IS NOT TO BE USED SO TRIVIALLY!" Saruman cried out, running frantically towards the twins, who casually side stepped him.

George shook his head, "Hey, catching is serious business, you wouldn't want to drop something valuable."

"THAT IS VALUABLE!" Saruman roared.

Fred snorted, "That little ball of glass? Don't be ridiculous!"

With a very scary glare, Saruman growled, "You will pay for testing my patience."

Match #5: Saruman vs. Fred and George

Announcer #1: Well, isn't this the surprise match! Very close, and very exciting! I predict the best! In corner number one is a man who needs an introduction, Saruman the White! Or is he of Many Colors? We don't know!

And…in corner number two we once again have the popular Weasly twins, who seems intent on getting into as many fights as possible! I remind you, keep the match clean. BEGIN!

"How?" George asked, "By hitting me with your cane?"

"That's a place to start," Saruman replied, magically producing his staff and whacking George on the head with it.

"Oww!" He cried, "That hurt, you loony old codger!"

Saruman rolled his eyes, "It was supposed to. You will pay for you insolence!" And with that he whacked George again, and again, and again…

Fred stood there casually tossing the palantir up and down, up and down, up and down…

"Shouldn't we stop him?" Hermione asked fearfully, "Someone could get seriously hurt!"

"Wouldn't that be great?" Ron sighed, with a smile on his face, receiving a buffet from Hermione.

"That's not funny! They're your brothers! Can't you do something!"

"And get whacked on the head? I don't think so!" Ron protested, blocking another blow.

"Well somebody has to intervene," she sniffed, "somebody will get hurt."

Harry shrugged, "Hermione, unless you want that crazy wizard to knock your head in with his staff, I would suggest keeping your distance."

"Ugh!" She exclaimed, "Boys are impossible!"

George sat there uncomfortably, a rather large bump forming on his head, "You know, I don't even have your bloody stone." He said finally.

Saruman stopped in mid blow. "You're right!" He exclaimed, turning on Fred. "Give it back or suffer the consequences!"

"What if I break it instead?" Fred asked, a mischievous grin creeping up onto his face, as he tossed the stone into the air yet again.

"You wouldn't!" The old wizard gasped.

"I might…I haven't decided yet." Fred gave it another toss but didn't catch it, and the palantir fell to the ground, breaking in two with a sickening crunch. "Oops," Fred shrugged, "now do you see why it's so important to practice catching?"

"AUGH! MY SEEING STONE!" Saruman dove furiously at Fred, whose eyes widened about ten times their normal size.

However, right before he was able to tackle his foe, he was hit in the side of the head with something rather large and heavy. Stumbling to the side, he fell over and passed out.

All eyes turned to Hermione who dusted off her hands, and picked the paperweight back up, "It was about time somebody did something." She explained, calmly sitting back down on the couch.

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TBC…(soon, I hope!)