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Disneymaniac 
Conan frowned for a moment, thinking about it all. "You do know that Lord of the Rings is fiction right?" he asked, "Nothing in it really happened. There aren't dragons that hoard gold. And there aren't elves that use bows and arrows." Did anyone actually believe that these things existed? This was what confused him about this place. They believe all these things existed, but they had no proof. It must secretly be a mental home, for crazies that hallucinated. Then why was he here? He would question it later, for the 90th time this week.
"The rings are elven. Not goblin made." But it had the same point though right?
"So you think that a snitch is made in the fires of a volcano, while incantations are uttered?" Made sense. Sort of. He'd find out when he looked at the books. Maybe he could make snitches. That would be amazing.
There we go. Right. Treyen nodded, because he knew that it was a book, nevertheless, that may have happened before the Witch hunts began, right? Waaaaay before that, if we take into account how Tolkien divided the Earth's time.
"Of course, they're just books," he'd rather not discuss the probability of how possible all that may be with Conan.
"Plus, everyone can use bows and arrows," he added, with a wink.
But at his next remark, he chuckled,
"Your point? Made by other kinds, nonetheless," for Goblins were like dwarfs, no?
Oh, my dearest Gilderoy. No, Conan, just not THAT alike. Treyen shook his head, slightly amused, though,
"Not exactly like that, not with a volcano, maybe there's some incantations to it, though," he still believed it was pretty much forged like any Muggle would do it.