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: If I really owned Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter, would I be here right now? NO! I'd be out smooching my Sirius, Elladan, and Legolas...mwuahahaha!

Elladan and Elrohir's POV:

While keeping a wary eye on the twins across the room, still preparing for revenge, Elrohir slowly lifted his fork to his mouth, exchanging looks with his brother at the slight movement of lips coming from the others before he moved in to take a bite.

His teeth clenched in thin air. Looking up in the air, his jaw slightly dropped at the site that lay before him.

"Yee!" he yelled, jumping back as he tipped his chair over backwards, all elven grace forgotten.

"What is going on?" Elladan demanded of no one, just out of pure fright and fury as he looked up at his utensils flying through the air randomly, ducking quickly occasionally to narrowly escape a hit. In a flash with unbelievable reflexes, he withdrew the small dagger he kept with him at all times, even though his father protested endlessly.

"You think I know, toror(brother)?" Elrohir shot back, quickly pulling out his as well, looking around as if expecting to see something there, slashing out randomly in the air.

Jumping onto the table, they both dueled with air, not noticing the small chuckles they heard behind them.

Fred and George's POV:

Finally, George quickly waved his hand to unlock the door in which Elrond, Glorfindel, and several servants flung through immediately, as though they had been tugging on it since they had locked it.

Unable to contain their laughter anymore, both red-heads fell onto the floor in complete laughter, their spell no longer in contact as the objects crashed down and they were left laughing as Lord Elrond stared sternly at his two boys who were now standing upon a messy table among beyond salvageable food, shattered plates and cups, and daggers outstretched before them, but unmoving as though they had been stupefied.

"What happened in here?" he demanded, looking at the two with complete fury as the rest of those behind him left, knowing it was no longer their presence needed.

Elladan and Elrohir's POV:

"Father...it wasn't our fault. Honestly!" Elladan defended him and his brother. "The forks...the plates...everything! It all started floating in the air by itself! It can't have been someone holding them up, we slashed everywhere!"

"And that is something you will never do, for you will no longer hold such said weapons," Lord Elrond declared, walking up to the two and holding out his hand expectantly before his two sons lept backwards, holding the daggers as though for dear life.

"Father, please," Elrohir begged, his eyes full of pleading. "Amme (mommy) gave them to us just before she left with Arwen to live with grandmother and grandfather a while to give Arwen time to become a lady!"

"Yes father, please. Mother wanted us to keep them close, she said her spirit was inside them and she would guide us through them!" Elladan continued the story, which was the truth.

"Be that as it may, I will not have you wandering about with such objects at your young age. Now give them to me," Lord Elrond demanded once more, glaring forcefully.

"Young age?" Elrohir questioned, frantically trying to change the subject. "Father, we are a thousand and fifty!"

"And me a whole six minutes ahead of that!" Elladan added furiously, stepping back from his father with the dagger behind his back.

"Yes, but as you well remember you are not a mortal man. You are to be bound to this life for eternity if Valar does not take you. Even to all councils you are still considered a mere elflings. Now hand over the daggers before I have to take them from you," Elrond instructed, leaving no room for objection.

As though it caused them real physical pain to do so, the two raven-haired twins surrendered their weapons with unwilling hearts.

"I expect you two to escort our guests back to their room before going back to yours. They're will be no meal tonight as you obviously have seen it in your desires to stop any of us from eating," Elrond told them, grasping the two daggers in his hand (by the handle) before giving his guests a more warming look.

"I apologize for the inconvenience," was all he said before slipping out, to reach his quarters.

Turning quickly and angrily towards the Weasleys, ready to demand as to why they didn't back them up, Elladan and Elrohir both turned a light shade of red to make Ron proud as they realized a new uproar of funny.

"What do you find so hila—," Elladan stopped in mid-sentence as he realized why they were laughing. They had to have done it themselves.

"Oh, yes. Terribly funny, have a good laugh while you can!" Elrohir shouted, eyes slightly rimmed with tears at the loss of his last object that held memories of his mother. He seemed to have come to the same conclusion as Elladan.

"Let's see how much longer you last inside this realm," Elladan hissed towards them as he walked up to their laughing figures. "That was our last piece of memory of our mother."

Both Fred and George went quiet, enough for him to finish. "Yes, that's right. You see the seriousness of it now? Well, because of your little act back there, you better start hoping you find a way home soon. Because we're no longer in this for the pure goodness of out hearts. This is war," he finished simultaneously with Elrohir whom he nodded together with.

As they walked towards the door, they opened it and as Elrohir put a foot out, he stopped and looked back with a cold stare.

"We trust you can find your room alright. Incase you don't remember, it's the one with a now harmless pile of flour outside the door. Good night to you, gentlemen. And may we advise you to watch your back from our elven stealth."

With that, they both left the room for Fred and George to ponder their parting words with great thought.

War.

Just thinking about it once again brought tears of laughter to their eyes. They were ready for it. Besides, they would eventually get their weapons back, and they would be able to see their mother later.

Right then and there, all that was on Fred and George's minds were to get them back before they had a chance to get struck first.
Comments to Reviewers:

Spezlee: Lol, thank you very much noble reviewer. I love that school song, I've always imagined myself lip-syncing it...I don't sing, in case you didn't no. Giggle Hmmm...I love that...Giggle. YAY! More reviewers this time! Snatches them all greedily. Thank you for sticking with the story, though!

Lilhobbitgurl: Thank you very much! Considering that this is one of my favorite fics I've written, it means a lot that readers like it!

TheDreamerLady: Hehehe, pity them...they don't need pity! They've got me! Or atleast Elladan does...hehehe, he's in my closet right now. I mean...he's in THE closet right now...hiding from the Weasley's...hehheh. Sweat drops