Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Lord of the Rings. They belong to J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien, respectively. This is an amateur attempt. One which I am not making any profit over.
A/N: Okay . . . um . . . wow. I think an explanation is in order:
Yes, it's Lily. Boromir was dying, he felt guilty for trying to kill Frodo and take the Ring from him. He didn't know what to expect when he died. Lily was his guide. He took a chance and followed her. He found peace (because he was innocent and honorable and good). The end.
Thanks to all those who reviewed, I just thought I should clear up some questions before I said that.
Hope you enjoy.
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Drabble Nine: Twins Times Two
"Hear that, George?"
"He wants us to put it where, Fred?"
"And without a wand?"
Elladan groaned. Ai. "The fire will not hurt you, young Istari. You'll not be sticking your hand into it."
"No, you shall be sticking your metal into it. You want swords, do you not?" asked Elrohir. "You must first melt it and shape it, before you can use it. To do that you must put it in the fire."
Fred and George looked at each other. Nodded. Then, in sync, raised their wands, waved, and two perfectly formed, gleaming swords lay silently on the metal board next to the hammers and tongs.
"I think," said Elladan to his brother, as they watched the twin wizards pick up their blades and, with wide grins, walk out of the courtyard and into the surrounding night, "that their way is much better. And faster."
"I would have to agree with you, brother. Although appreciate their smug faces I will never do. They can have their magic and leave us to ours."
With that the brothers lifted their metal, nodded to each other, and proceeded to hammer it. It would take about two weeks until their blades' completion, but it was the elven way, and that was much more comfortable.
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