Summary: HP/LOTR Crossover. Planning a prank, Fred and George knock into a tapestry that they've never seen before. Hitting it, they are taken to Rivendell...and it meet its worst nightmare as Fred and George duke it out with Elladan and Elrohir to be the most annoying twins in the city.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter OR Lord of the Rings. Chants Elladan over and over ...You know, second thought, George wasn't looking too bad in PoA...hmmm.

Fred and George's POV

Walking through the halls to try and find the dining room, the two twins grimaced to each other.

"How did we not hear them?" George muttered furiously, walking stiff- legged. "I mean, come on. We were listening for something!"

"I know. It's probably the...er, did they say elf? The elf part in them or whatever. Like our houselves. So quiet they aren't noticed," Fred replied, looking around as if to make sure they weren't listening.

"Yes, which is going to make this all so much harder!" George pouted, looking around cautiously. "As we thought before...we're using magic in our round. If they can use their advantages, I say we bleedin' hell can."

Fred nodded. "Of course, now more than ever. I'm going to make sure that they never forget what we've done to them. It's got to be good. You've got your wand, right?"

George grinned mischievously as he patted his pocket, just to show that he did.

"Good, because so do I," Fred laughed maliciously. Elladan and Elrohir were going to wish they had never been born.

Elladan and Elrohir's POV

"Didn't you tell those boys they were to attend?" Elrond ask sternly, casting a wary look to the door as his sons nodded.

"Yes, father," Elladan replied sincerely, giving a wink towards his brother who had to look away to stop from laughing.

That's when they heard footsteps passing the door, and the voices of those on the outside stop suddenly as they peeked inside.

Elladan and Elrohir ducked underneath the table to keep their laughing down at a manageable level from the site that had been shown before them. Two boys with white streaks through their patch of red hair and chalky pale skin in blotches as the rest was the normal peach.

"Dear me, what has happened to you, young ones?" Lord Elrond questioned, giving his sons a suspicious glance before getting up and walking over to the other set of twins.

"Oh, nothing much. Just a little disturbance as we got our little call for dinner. We walked out of the door and managed to slip on a large amount of stray flour and fall flat on our bums, not to manage the egg bits and shell stuck to our robes," Fred said offhandedly, giving the other two boys a challenging look as he once again returned his gaze towards Lord Elrond, displaying his already shabby and graying robes.

"Well, would you like to clean up before you sit down to our small feast?" Elrond asked expectantly, rather unwilling to allow the two to sit at his table as filthy as they were.

About to comment that they wouldn't mind sitting down, they both seemed to share ideas at once and grinned to each other.

"We'll be right back," they said in unison as they ran out of the room.

Unable to contain themselves anymore, Elladan and Elrohir both burst into laughter, falling onto the floor as their father gave them a stern look, clearly telling them they would be spoken to later that night.

Getting back into their seats, the boys sat and waited for the reappearance of their new "rivals".

Fred and George's POV

"Scourgify," both boys muttered under their breath, George laughing as Fred added a little too much anger to it all and bubbles shooting out of his ears.

"I can't believe them! I mean, sure...I like a good set of pranks. But that was low, we weren't even here for an hour!" Fred muttered, sticking a finger in his ear and twisting it around a bit.

"I know! Sure, we may have done the same. But that's different, you know? Come on...it's us!" George proclaimed angrily, brushing off his clean robes.

"Exactly, and we're so much better than them! What do you say we go in right away and they marvel at how quickly we got prepared?" asked Fred, peeking out the door a bit only to be pulled back by George.

"No, I've got a better idea," George grinned as he took a deep cough and said in a rather low voice, "Lord Elrond, sir. May I have a quick word with you outside the hall?"

"Are you certain it can't wait until after I have had my meal with my sons and guests?" came Elrond's reply, speaking to the other door. Maybe elven ears weren't as good as the others thought.

"It is very urgent, my Lord," George replied, smacking Fred who started to snort furiously into his hands.

"Alright, then," Elrond's call came, and they managed to hear him continue in a whisper to his sons. "If they return before I have, I expect you to apologize immediately for their predicament you placed them in and don't do anything else to them. For Valar's sake, they're only mortals. They do not have the skills you have gained over the past one thousand five hundred years!"

After a small chorus of what seemed to be forced, "Yes, father," he left the room and George turned to Fred and wink.

"Haven't got the skills, eh?" he asked, quickly running through the door, waving his wand behind his back so that all the doors with access to the room locked, and he murmured a small charm to keep the sound out.

"Why, hello my dear friends," Elladan greeted, grinning widely.

"Yes, greetings my friends," Elrohir added onto his brother's welcome, smirking a tad.

"Thank you, old chaps. I apologize deeply for our unforgivable actions back there. I can not believe how foul we were to act as though it wasn't a great honor to be pranked upon by such outstanding lads as yourselves," Fred grinned, giving a small, unnoticed wink to his brother.

Elladan frowned slightly, skeptically asking, "So you're not mad?"

"Mad? HA! I have egg on my face for acting in such a way," Fred waved the question aside before George corrected him.

"You mean we had egg on our bums," he commented, getting a smirk from his brother and a small laugh from the other two, even though they were slightly phased. It was no fun if they didn't care!

"We were wondering...would your father be upset if we began eating without his presence?" Fred continued as though it wasn't a very important matter.

"Well...he would. But we could always tell him something happened," Elrohir decided.

"Like what?" George questioned, perhaps a little too quickly for now they figured something was up. But it wasn't what they thought, it was just that they wanted to see how good they were at making up questions.

Raising an eyebrow towards George's quick demanding of a plot, Elladan shrugged. "We'll just say Glorfindel said he seemed to be in a deep conversation and to go ahead."

"Well, if you say so," George muttered, slightly disappointed. "Well, anyways, let's get some chow, then."

At the upraised eyebrows he received from Elladan and Elrohir, he figured they didn't even know what that was. "Chow is food...duh," he told them, adding the last part under his breath.

"Whatever you say," Elrohir murmured before jumping over the table with unbelievable grace, landing on the floor.

'Showoff,' both twins thought simultaneously, giving each other a glance and rolling their eyes before forcing a grin and plopping themselves down to eat.

As the two raven haired twins reached over for something to eat, both red heads slapped the hands before they reached it.

"I'm terribly sorry if it's not your custom, but we must respect ours and follow some of our rules," Fred declared, lying.

"And what would that be?" Elladan complained, hungry.

Giving a small smirk, George turned to Fred. "Would you do the honors?"

"No...together!" Fred declared as they shared a nod.

Turning towards the other two, they smiled as they began their little act. This was going to be good.

Giving a small drum roll, George started at a small rock and roll theme, followed by Fred.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts...Hoggy Warty Hogwarts..."

After they had completed their little song, much to the astonishment of the elves due to their little show, they grinned.

"Tuck in," George said, giving a remarkably close resemblance of Dumbledore.

Fred snorted as they watched the other two shrug and grab for their forks and began to eat quickly, as though they were starving.

'Now,' he lipped to George who obliged happily.

"Wingardium Leviosa," they whispered together, pointing their wands towards Elladan and Elrohir's silverware, glasses, and plates.

This was going to be good.

A/N: And I thought this was going to be short. Hmmm, oh well. I'll get over it, lol. You know the drill, or SHOULD. Come on, it's like riding a bike. You never forget! Just click the button, leave your review. I do except constructive criticism, but please...if you don't like the story but have no suggestions, don't comment. Nothing's more...ignorant...than OmG, yoU freAKiN sUck! gO JumP oFF a BRidGe AnD sAVe uS fRom YoUr StuPid sTorY!!!#!1 Please, be sensible. If anyone's flaming anything, I would be very pleased to know it's someone who's smart enough to string two words together if you know what I mean. HAVE A REASON TO REVIEW whether it's a compliment, advice, or something you think is wrong with the story. Ok, I said quite a lot there, lol, especially considering, including my other account, I have no flames. For now, atleast. Well, thank you gentle re-viewers! Hehehe, that was long yet fun!

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Spezlee: Thank you, I'm hoping it's good (although I doubt it). This was a last moment thought, I actually don't know where I'm going with this story so I go with the flow. But I might do a sequel, not sure yet...it would be with the others in Hogwarts. The horror...