Disclaimer: The only thing I own in this chapter is Boromir's chronic dying problem. I don't really even own that because I don't own him…*sniffle*

Rated PG for: Uh…nothing really this time around. Big words maybe?

AN: I told you I'd have this baby cranked out before Christmas! Granted, it is Christmas Eve, but that is still before Christmas! So ha! Yes, I told you Jewish people I would forget about you, even if I know nothing about Hanukkah. I don't know if it's just me but every chapter I crank out is getting longer or something. I don't know. Enjoy!

Chapter Nine (*cheesy Christmas carols play, with the dreidel (which I can't spell) song cranked up in the background*)

The twins and the two Hobbits made many more trips back to Hogwarts after the initial one. Not only did they need to get enough lights to decorate the entire forest of Lothlorien, but Hermione had insisted that they show the elves Hanukkah as well. She insisted that everybody in Middle Earth wouldn't celebrate Christmas if given the choice, and might simply like the Jewish holiday better. As we all know they agreed to her idea, because Hermione can be rather persuasive when she wants to be.

Not knowing anything about Hanukkah besides the fact that it involved a menorah and presents, the group from Hogwarts decided to just make up rules. After all, if they were doing something terribly wrong it wasn't like any of the people from Middle Earth would know. Fred and George decided it wasn't so bad getting a small present every night for seven nights. Galadriel much preferred it to Christmas. She said giving small sensible gifts made a lot more sense, than just buying some huge thing.

Although they did enjoy a present every night, Fred and George decided Christmas was still ahead by leaps and bounds. The candy canes were great, Christmas cookies were great, the trees looked great, and mistletoe was their favorite form of torture. Ron was their victim for days, until they discovered the fun of Hermione. If they charmed it above her head just as Legolas was rounding the corner, then it would lead to interesting situations. Not to mention Ron turned bright red and fumed about it, so it was almost like he was getting it as well.

Galadriel finally decided that she liked Gingerbread houses, and every time you turned around she was making another one, tongue sticking out, and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. By the time Christmas Eve rolled around there were about fifteen odd houses strewn throughout the main tree house. (You know the one I'm talking about. The one where almost this entire story has taken place)

It was on Christmas Eve where all the excitement began to take place. All those people from Harry's world, the Fellowship (Boromir magically came back to life), Arwen, and Galadriel were all sitting on elven couches around the Christmas tree. Saruman had been untied and sent back to Isengard, on orders to buy presents for all of the goblins and Uruk hai.

Galadriel was in the middle of making another Gingerbread house, Fred and George were planning their next mistletoe attack, and everybody else had a candy cane. Boromir and Aragorn ended up fencing with sharpened ends of theirs, Legolas broke his into a stick and sharpened it into an arrow, Gimli crushed his, Merry and Pippin ate theirs, Harry and Ron spent a great deal of time pretending they were pirates, Hermione gave hers to Pippin, Frodo gave his to Gollum, and Sam tried to fry his in a pot.

Needless to say, the tree house smelled very interesting.

Aragorn and Boromir decided to stop fencing when the Steward of Gondor's son received a fatal wound. He lived though, because he had already died once, and it was Christmas. In fact, none were expecting a match or anything because it was supposed to be that time for peace on earth and goodwill towards men. Those silly people (and elves and dwarves…) should have known better.

It was all instigated by Fred and George (surprise surprise) who were attacking people with the mistletoe. First they accosted Aragorn who simply kissed Arwen, then they tried Gimli who threatened to sever all the limps from their body. George managed to get one above Frodo's head, but the Hobbit looked at him with his huge hobbity eyes and his lower lip trembled. Not even Sauron could fight against hobbity eyes. "You win," George sighed, lowering his wand.

Gollum hissed and jumped up, grabbing the mistletoe and eating it. This caused everybody to stop what they were doing and blinked. Then Ron growled an absolutely ridiculous, "ARRRRRRGH!" and everything returned to normal.

"Hey George!" Fred called, and waved his twin over.

"What is it my coconspirator and brother?"

"Let's get Hermione again."

"Why?"

"Because she's sitting right in between Harry and Ron, and it'll be funny."

"Smashing idea. Shall I do it, or shall you?"

"Perhaps you could distract them."

"No problem." George saluted to his twin and crept over to the corner that Gollum was crouching in. In one swift movement he yanked the candy cane out of Gollum's hands and ran away sniggering like mad.

"Give us backs our preciousssss!" Gollum demanded, chasing after George. Fourteen heads in the room turned to watch the chase. Fred took the opportune moment to get a new sprig of mistletoe and send it floating over towards where Hermione was sitting. Then something happened that the twins did not intend.

"Here Smeagol, would you like this?" Hermione asked, conjuring a blue rubber ball out of nowhere.

"Precioussssss!" he cried, leaping over the back of the couch and into Hermione, shoving her onto the floor. This caused Harry and Ron to try and pry Gollum off of Hermione (who found the whole ordeal hilarious), and it screwed up everybody's position.

Anyway, it just so happened that the mistletoe positioned itself above Arwen's head. However, she couldn't just turn and kiss Aragorn, because he was kneeling over Boromir who was doing a good job of dying again. The only two people she had to choose from were Gandalf or Ron. She knew Gandalf better, but Ron was…not an old guy.

"Kiss somebody!" Fred called, "It's the rules!"

The elf looked back and forth for a minute before grabbing the back of Ron's shirt and landing a big and sloppy kiss on his lips.

Ron blinked in surprise. Fred and George blinked in surprise. Galadriel blinked in surprise. Harry blinked in surprise. Gollum happily crouched next to the tree with his ball and proceeded to drool all over it. Hermione sat up slowly, her face slowly contorting into a look that didn't exactly scream, "I'm happy." More likely it was something like, "I really loathe you, and if you even blink I will rip you apart like a dog rips apart a newspaper."

George went back to his twin and looked at the scene before them. "I'm not sure if the plan succeeded or if it completely bombed." Fred nodded, and glanced around for things to use at protection.

"What?" Arwen asked. Ron had retrieved his candy cane and sunk into the corner of the couch. "I had to kiss somebody."

Hermione's jaw slowly tightened. Her glare did not lessen in the slightest.

Harry nudged her, "Hermione, calm down."

"I will not," she muttered.

"Oh please," Arwen rolled her eyes, "it's the rules of mistletoe. Besides, it's not like I would do it again or anything."

"You did not just say that," Hermione said quietly, getting to her feet, hand inching towards her robes. Everybody who attended Hogwarts or taught there flinched slightly. They knew what happened when you got Hermione worked up.

"I did."

The witch closed her eyes then opened them again, "I don't think you did."

"I did, what is the big deal?"

If looks could kill then Arwen would have been buried in about ten different coffins.

"What? You don't, you don't like him or something do you?"

Match #8: Hermione vs. Arwen

Announcer #2: Hello everybody, and happy holidays! I almost thought that we wouldn't have a match, but looks like I was mistaken.

Announcer #1: And because it is the holidays, we have decided to happily share announcing duties.

Announcer #2: We have?

Announcer #1: Yep.

Announcer #2: Does that mean I get to announce the next by myself?

Announcer #1: *laughs heartily* Of course not! Next time it's my turn to announce!

Announcer #2: That is not fair!

Announcer #1: Whoever said life was fair?

(Announcer #1 and 2 get into a very large fistfight)

Announcer #3: Well then, I guess I'll just do this. In corner number one we have Hermione Granger from Harry Potter's world! She is medium height, has bushy brown hair, and dang, is she smart! Let's give her a hand!

In corner number two is Arwench…er Arwen Evenstar from Middle Earth! She's tall (cause she's an elf) has brown hair, blue eyes, and well, she doesn't have a personality! Oh well! Remember, killing people is against the law! Let the match, BEGIN!

"Oh that's it! I've had enough of you! I don't care what you went through to date Aragorn, and I don't care if your dad is cool, and I don't care if your grandma is even cooler! Because you are nothing more than a pampered little daddy's girl, and furthermore, you have rocks for brains!"

"I'm plenty cool!" Arwen insisted, "And I'm not exactly stupid, thank you very much! In fact, compared to me, YOU are stupid!"

"I very much doubt if you know more than me, besides elvish. You're a couple thousand years old?"

"Never ask a lady her age," Arwen sniffed. Hermione looked like she was about ready to tear her hair out. "Listen, you are really offending me. But I suppose mortals are always hot headed and quick to decide things. So what if I love my dad? You don't love your dad?"

"There's a difference between loving your dad and letting him do everything for you," Hermione snarled back.

"At least I know my dad loves me!"

Harry and Frodo decided to start having a pity party in the corner with copious amounts of Pepsi. Both of the poor guys are orphans, as you know, and all the talk about their fathers made them sad. But because they had somebody else who understood what was going on, they could always lament about how sad it was.

"There's a fine line between love and absolute control!"

Both girls were up in each other's faces and glaring daggers. Boromir had decided to die again, so Aragorn was distracted, the two of them were talking and all that fun stuff. Fred and George decided that because Hermione's anger was not directed at them it was funny, so they whipped up a batch of popcorn.

"Have you ever helped save the world?" Arwen asked, thinking of time she had ridden Frodo into Rivendell, and stolen the responsible of poor misunderstood Glorfindel.

Hermione laughed shortly, "Funny you ask that. Three or four times actually I have helped save the world. And I'll probably do it again."

Afraid that the "Who is a better evil person Sauron or Voldemort" argument would crop up again Galadriel shook her head. "This isn't an argument about saving the world," she reminded the two.

Arwen not having enough gusto to defy her terrifying grandmother changed the subject. "You're just jealous of me being pretty!" she yelled finally.

"You won't be after I'm done with you!" Hermione screeched back, yanking her wand out of her robes.

"A stick!" Arwen screamed, jumping into Aragorn's arms. Well, jumping where Aragorn's arms should have been. He and Boromir were fighting with candy canes for the billionth time. She landed on the floor. Hard.

"What." Hermione growled, keeping her wand pointed at the elf princess.

"Arwen has an intense fear of sticks," Aragorn explained, dodging a swift jab from Boromir. "Ever since she took Frodo to Rivendell (taking Glorfindel's place) and got that scratch on her cheek she's paranoid that it will happen again. Although she doesn't know it."

"What are you talking about?" Arwen asked, standing up and brushing her dress off. "I am NOT afraid of something as silly as a stick." Hermione held up her wand again and Arwen screamed again.

"Yes you are dear, don't worry, I still love you." Arwen cooed and the rest of the room became violently ill. Well, except for Gollum who was quite content with gnawing viciously on his rubber ball. Also, Frodo and Harry were only ill because the two of them polished off a twelve pack of Pepsi in about two minutes. You try it without vomiting everywhere.

Hermione sat down on the couch, still glowering slightly.

"That was just, Hermione, that was crazy," Ron shook his head.

"She deserved it. Besides, I was defending you."

"I know, but it was still crazy."

"So what. Wasn't that insulting?"

"Not really," Ron shrugged then leaned forward and whispered, "she couldn't kiss at all anyway."

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Woohoo! I even have ideas for the next chapter and everything! Again, suggestions are always welcome (I love to please my fans)! Happy Holidays everybody, and remember…don't eat yellow snow! If it's even snowing where you live…cause it sure ain't where I come from…even though it should be…stupid environment…anyhoo! Aren't you happy that Gollum finally found a precious? Will it be threatened next time? Will Boromir finally stop dying? Will anybody else Harry knows enter Middle Earth? Will Ron and Hermione finally admit that they have the hots for each other? Next time on Harry Potter vs. Lord of the Rings: I don't know what happens! ^_^