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CHAPTER ONE

"Well here we are, the Dancing Horse Hotel!!!!!" Frodo exclaimed loudly. The four hobbits stood before a tall white building complete with doorman and a twirling door.

"Frodo you idiot!" Sam yelled. "Gandalf said the PRANCING PONY!!"

Frodo looked to the palm of his hand and sure enough, written on it was "go to THE PANCING PONY"

"Honest mistake," whispered Merry to Pippin who abruptly smacked him upside the head.

"He had it written on his hand and he still couldn't remember the name."

"Well, he can't help it, Frodo's forgetful sometimes," Merry said as they started off down the soggy road towards the REAL inn.

"Sometimes? Look at his arms," Pippin pointed to Frodo, who had notes written up and down his arms.

After a while Frodo stopped in front of a run down shack with a peeling sign that read "P…n…i…n"

"Here we are!!" Frodo said happily.

Sam rubbed his temples. "No, Frodo," he said in an even voice, "we're supposed to go the PRANCING PONY!!! This is…I don't know what this is, c'mon Frodo." He pulled the other hobbit across the street to an inn with a sign over head that actually read "The Prancing Pony"

"Poor Frodo," said Pippin, shaking his head.

"YAY! Frodo found it!" Merry exclaimed as they walked in the door.

"Poor Frodo and Merry," said Pippin.

Frodo stopped in the doorway, "Hey, I'm IN an INN!"

"Yes, Frodo, great job at stating the obvious," Sam pushed him on through.

"Thank you!" Said Frodo, not detecting the note of sarcasm in Sam's voice. Pippin shook his head.

"Er, I didn't think to take the name of this place too literally," said Pippin looking around.

And duhduhDUH!! Lo and behold, there were ponies prancing around the common room.

"Eh, wut's all this?" A voice asked, and *poof* the ponies were gone, replaced by a crowd of people.

The Hobbits blinked.

"Um," said Sam and Pippin

"Ooo, do that again!" Cried Frodo and Merry.

"Do what?" Said the voice from the counter.

"The ponies," Merry whined.

"What Ponies?"

Sam and Pippin blinked.

"Er, oookay," he said turning to Sam and Pippin, "you two look to be a bit, er, less…"

"Stupid," Pippin added for him, "Thanks, we are kinda keeping them from running around the world in the nude."

"Ah, right, so you two important chaps-"

"No, no, I'M more important then THEM," Frodo cut in, "I have the RING." Frodo's eyes got as big as dinner plates.

Sam smacked him upside the head.

"WHAT?!" He yelled. "See? I got this ring and it turns me invisible, watch." Frodo ended in a secretive whisper.

Frodo took the ring from his chain and was about to put it on when a crowd burst through the door. Frodo slid very conveniently into the middle of the common room and *pop* was gone.

"Frodo you idiot!" All three of them called, although Merry could have said something closer to "Frodo, do that again!"

MEANWHILE-in a corner

"Oh no, that is not good," said Strider as he tried to make his way through a crowd of people towards the Hobbits.

"Hey watch where yore goin!"

"You watch it!"

"Hey, you wanna start something?"

"Maybe I do,"

"Let's take it outside then,"

"Yeah, let's,"

Completely oblivious to the task at hand, Strider walked right on top of Frodo and past the Hobbits out the door.

"Okay, put them up," he said to the fat man.

"Shut yore mouth and let's get started," he landed a punch right to Strider's jaw.

"Hey, that wasn't very nice," Strider said, dazed. His fist connected with the side of the man's head.

"Ow!" Both cried.

"That's it!" The man whipped out a long knife.

"Ooo, so scared," Strider unsheathed his own sword. Everyone watching laughed. "So what if it's broken! It can still cut you up pretty good!"

Just then something else caught his attention.

"Yes, just the next inn down, thank you," a Black Rider was leaning over, asking a kindly old women for directions to The Prancing Pony. As they galloped off the other four Black Riders thanked her.

"Thank you, ma'am,"

"Most kindly of you," and so and so forth.

They rode up to the group of men, "Excuse us, but is this the Prancing Pony?"

"AAAHHHH!!" Yelled Strider and he ran inside.

"What was his problem?"

"We're not THAT scary, are we?"

"Where are the Hobbits?" He called franticly when he got inside.

Everyone in the room looked up at him like he was insane. Those around him started to inch away.

"Er, they went that way," someone said boldly and pointed towards the corner.

There, Sam and Pippin sat between Frodo and Merry and the wall, making sure neither got into too much trouble.

"Hey, Pippin, lookit this."

"No, please don't light that Frodo."

"But I already did,"

"FRODO MY PANTS!!!!!"

Sam jumped up and slapped at his burning trousers as Pippin poured a glass of water on him, Merry and Frodo sat laughing

Strider made his way quickly over there.

"Hey, watch where yore goin","

"Not now buddy, please,"

"Er, you, uh, better follow me, and you, put that match out before you light someone's pants on fire," he said desperately, and snatched Frodo and Merry right off the ground and carried them out of the common room over his shoulders.

"Weeeeeeeeee!"

"Sir, perhaps you could slow down a bit, MY PANTS ARE ON FIRE!" Sam called from behind.

"Oooo, didn't see that,"

"Oh yeah, a hobbit with flaming pants is hard to miss," scoffed Sam. Pippin scuttled behind with another glass of water and poured it over Sam. The fire went out with a hiss.

"There, now that that's all taken care of," Strider hurried ahead.

"Where are we going?" Asked Pippin.

"Someplace where those Polite Black Riders can't get you!!" Called Strider.

"Uh, last time I checked the Black Riders weren't to kindly."

"Well, obviously they've went to anger management classes or something, I dunno!"

They got to the end of the hall and he opened a door and threw the Hobbits in, Sam and Pippin barely got in before Strider slammed the door shut. He stood up, pacing and talking quietly to himself.

"Okay, okay, I had this all planned out in the beginning. Oh, this always happens, I cave under the pressure. Why didn't I listen to Arwen and go to those self-management classes?"

"Um, excuse me-"

"WHAT!" Strider whipped around, with his, uh, sword drawn.

Pippin swallowed and moved the point away from his arm ("Darn, I can never get it near the throat.") and took a step back, "Who are you?"

Strider perked up, "I'm Strider, Aragorn, Estel, whatever I don't care, you know what's like having about a million names? It's a pain trying to remember all of them."

"I'm sorry we don't, I'm Sam and this is Pippin, and those two," he pointed sadly at Frodo and Merry bouncing on the bed, "are Frodo and Merry."

"Ah, it's a pleasure I'm sure, but your gonna hafta, like, hide somewhere, because I don't think those Black Riders are going to be very polite when they find you." Strider said franticly as he threw blankets over the Hobbits.

Soon, there was a knock on the door and a hooded head popped in. "Er, excuse us, but did you happen to see a few Hobbits around?"

"I guess I was wrong."

"About what?"

"Oh, uh, that you were room service."

"Well, no I'm not, now have you see a few Hobbits, four I think."

"No, uh, yes, I mean NO! I have not."

"Hhhmm, well, if you do, give me call."

"Heh, sure."

The Black Rider left with a puzzled face, or what could have only been a puzzled face, because, well, you couldn't see its face.

"Weee, we're ordering room service??"