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A/N: Wow, that took me forever and a half to update. I'm slowly getting around to all my stories, eh? In fact, I'm writing more of Winter Break right now. Hurrah!! Anyway, read and review, DARLINGS, and remember that I love you all. Ciao!!

Chapter Four: MORE AND MORE AND MORE UNTIL YOU GET SICK!

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"EVERYBODY FREEZE!" Ron yelled, his face turning nearly as purple as Uncle Vernon's. Everybody froze, only his or her eyes moving. Silence reigned – for once.

It was quite a comical scene, really.

Tidus and Yuna were frozen while making out in one corner, and Legolas and Meaghan were frozen while making out near the middle of the room. Gimli was just behind the elf, frozen with arms raised to whack him over the head.

Frodo and Sam were halfway apart from each other, frozen with hands on each other's shoulders.

Aragorn was frozen with his hand just centimetres (A/N: Dudes, I AM CANADIAN! NO INCHES! CENTIMETRES! HAH! ok) just centimetres away from Gimli's shoulder, about to stop the dwarf from whacking Legolas on the head when the elf was kissing someone. Dangerous thing to do.

Merry and Pippin were frozen in a kind of awkward position. They had been dancing and yelling and stomping their feet in a weird kind of war dance, and now Pippin was standing on one leg, his stubby right leg about a foot in the air (that's HIGH for a hobbit) while his arms were in wayward positions. Merry was on both feet, but his arms were stretching heavenward, and his mouth was wide open.

And Harry and Hermione were almost right in front of Ron, frozen with their arms around each other, eyeing Ron warily.

Ron was breathing heavily. His eye twitched.

"YOU'RE ALL BLOODY CREEPY!" he yelled. His wand kept darting from person to person to person. First it was towards Legolas and Meaghan, then at Harry and Hermione, then at Merry or Pippin, or Frodo and Sam, or Tidus and Yuna, or Aragorn or Gimli.

"GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!" he yelled.

Then a plump, red-haired, motherly looking woman came down the stairs into the kitchen and froze herself. She took in the huge crowd.

And all hell broke loose.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA –"

"– Quick, we have to get back to the –"

"– If we ever want to see the Shire again we'll –"

"– BLOODY HELL –"

"– game because we're supposed to be –"

"– have to get some magic or something –"

"– Uh oh –"

"– RONALD WEASLEY! WHAT THE DEVIL ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE –"

"– not my fault –"

"– didn't want to get him in trouble –"

"– We're really –"

"– need Gandalf to get us back somehow –"

"– sorry Mrs. Weasley –"

"– I didn't invite them –"

"– AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA –"

"– stop the bloody yelling, all of you –"

"– we can't think of a proper, logical explanation for it, Mrs. Weasley, they just dropped in through the ceiling –"

"– RONALD WEASLEY, GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!!!!!!!"

At this, Ron, Harry and Hermione began protesting loudly. Merry and Pippin joined in for the fun of it, and all five of them yelled at Mrs. Weasley.

Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas were all shouting furiously at each other, Legolas with a protective arm around Meaghan's shoulders.

"You bloody idiots, it's all your fault –"

"Oh, WE'RE the idiots? It was your idea to go into Moria, dwarf –"

"I'm too pretty to get us all out of trouble –"

"You're too bloody well full of yourself, Elessar –"

"Shh, don't call me that, they don't know yet –"

"'Course they know, they've all seen the movies –"

"Excuse me, I need to fix my hair –"

And so on.

Frodo and Sam were arguing, too. They couldn't find anyone else, so they started yelling at Tidus and Yuna.

"You're so FLAT!" yelled Frodo.

Tidus and Yuna both turned bright red.

"Yeah, well, it's not OUR fault we're two-dee, shorty!" yelled Tidus.

It was the hobbits' turn to go red.

"WE CAN'T HELP BEING SHORT!" they both bellowed. "But at least we won't blow away in the slightest wind, paper people!" Frodo went on.

Yuna started crying into Tidus's shoulder. He patted her head.

"Yeah, well, at least our world is three-dee! Not non-existent, like yours! Yours is just out of some book!"

"Yeah, well, it's real now!" yelled Sam. "More real than yours! It's New Zealand!"

"Oh, pooh," said Yuna quietly.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Weasley sent Ron and Harry and Hermione up to Ron's room.

As they trudged up the stairs, they whispered to each other.

"I've never seen your mum that mad, Ron," said Hermione.

"You've obviously never seen her mad at the twins, then," muttered Ron.

There was finally a bit of silence, though there was a dull din coming up from the kitchen through the floors. The three stopped on the landing outside Ron's room and looked at each other.

"D'you really want to stay in my room?" Ron asked, a grin starting on his face.

Harry and Hermione both shook their heads, grins now on their faces as well.

Without a second thought, the three of them dashed down the stairs really, really fast, and entered the kitchen again. Hell had broken loose again.

Aragorn had Legolas and Gimli both in headlocks. He was bashing their heads together.

Meaghan was standing off to the side a bit, doing little poses and looking worried.

Tidus and Yuna were screaming at each other, and while Tidus pulled Yuna's hair, she slapped him repeatedly.

Merry and Pippin had gotten up on the table, and were now dancing around in circles madly, each with a tankard of ale in their hands. They'd picked them up off the floor, where the tankards had magically appeared.

Mrs Weasley was furious with herself. "NOW what have I done?! I've gone and given those two a reason to destroy the Burrow! As if they needed any more craziness!"

Harry glanced sideways at Hermione and Ron.

Hermione glanced sideways at Ron and Harry.

Ron glanced sideways at Harry and Hermione.

Okay: they all glanced sideways at each other.

Then the twins Fred and George walked into the kitchen.

"Mum, we're back from – BLOODY HELL!"

Harry burst out laughing. Everyone in the room went silent except for Harry, who couldn't stop giggling.

"WHAT?!?!" they all screamed at him. He, still giggling, pointed at the twins.

"Heeheehee! They – they said they were in bloody hell. HEEHEEHEE!"

Then, all of a sudden, out of the blue, well, out of the ceiling, dropped a figure dressed all in white.

Seven people all yelled at the same time.

"GANDALF!"

And six people also yelled at the same time.

"DUMBLEDORE!"

And two people yelled at the same time as the other eleven.

"AURON IN WHITE?!"

And one lone person shrieked by herself.

"HOLY CRAP! IT'S GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

(That was Meaghan, the only Muggle there.)

Then the anonymous person in white looked around and said, "You're all insane. I'm going back to Isengard where I came from."

And everyone in the room yelled, "IT'S SARUMAN!!!!"

Ron yelled, "I SAY WE ATTACK HIM!!!!"

And for once, everyone roared – in agreement.

"Eeek!" started Saruman, and then the twenty-odd people in the room jumped on him.

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(A/N: I don't know why I have an author's note here. It's just here to make me look cool. Heh heh heh. I'm cool now. Yay. Well, I say that there is absolutely no excuse for not reviewing this story at LEAST. If you didn't review the other stories of mine. And if you have any ideas as to what should happen in the fifth chapter, tell me!!! I will take the first – um – few reviews I get on this chapter into consideration, if that makes any sense at all. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::kiss kiss:: Love you all.)