Disclaimer: Sadly, the wonderful characters of both Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings do not belong to either of us. The plot, however, which was thought up during a long, boring block of Spanish, does.

Warning: In later chapters there will be slash which means male/male pairings--Draco/Harry, Legolas/Aragorn, Remus/Sirius. If this bothers you then click the back button now! Oh...and if you don't like the story don't bother to leave a review…flames are mean and pointless.

Summery/Plot: Voldemort and Sauron get together in order to enforce their angry wrath upon the 'heroes' that often cause the failure of their evil plans…Sadly, it doesn't go the way they planned and chaos ensues!

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Chapter 6: Good night, Wet dreams…

Aragorn was laying atop a bed of red silk that had golden colored leaves and rose petals strewn atop its sheets. He knew this because he was clad only up to the waist in loose-fitting black pants and could feel the soft, cool silk beneath him. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him.

Legolas was standing at the end of the bed, clad like he in only pants, but his pants were form-fitting green leather. Legolas was lithe, his entire body built like a whipcord—all muscle and bone.  His fair, golden hair fell across his pale shoulders like a veil. On his lips was the trace of a smile and his eyes sparkled softly with desire.

Aragorn drew a shuddering breath, trying to find the courage to say the words he never could. Legolas used his cat-like grace to make his way along the bed, crawling in a way that was reminiscent of a cat stalking its prey.  His gorgeous body gently brushed up against Aragorn's slightly, with just enough pressure to make Aragorn tremble with anticipation. Finally, after a few agonizing moments of temptation, with his hands pressed upon Aragorn's hips, Legolas was eye-to-eye with his beloved.

"Legolas…" Aragorn gasped, voice cracking slightly from his growing sense of loss of all self-control. Legolas bent down and traced the base of Aragorn's neck with his tongue and slowly made his way to Aragorn's mouth where he planted a passionate kiss.

The dark haired king's eyes were closed, his breath hitched in the back of his throat. He felt Legolas draw away from him…moving lower…

"Have you seen Harry Potter and his Wheezy?" Aragorn's heart stopped. What happened to Legolas's beautiful wise voice…and why was it suddenly replaced by this squeaky, annoying one?'

Aragorn opened his eyes to see a creature before him with large green eyes and grossly pink skin that somewhat resembled the deceased Gollum. The ugly little being was dressed in a tattered, polka-dotted tea cozy and two different colored socks—one maroon colored one and one that was decorated with rainbows.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Authors note: Yes, yes, we both know that you're all wishing our demise now. It's a short teaser of a chapter. But one of the authors ::COUGHCOUGHblaiseCOUGHCOUGH:: creativity had ADD :Blaise hangs her head in shame:. Anyway, next chapter should be done soon. Should is the key word there. And if isn't you have permission to stone Blaise to death. =D