Frodo was at the beach sitting in his striped beach chair wearing his sunglasses. He was wearing white shorts and a blue t-shirt and sipping a glass of lemonade. Now this was the life! No crazed quest to save the world, no abysmal ring weighing him down and none of Them. Finally it was all over and he could get some quality vacation time, he had definitely earned it. Perfectly relaxed, he leaned back in the chair trying to ignore an uncomfortable feeling that wouldn't go away. Trying to reason with himself didn't work so he took a deep breath then sighed.

"I will turn around to check, then find out my doubts were completely unfounded," he muttered to himself under his breath. Frodo turned his head and saw nothing… except some distant blur he couldn't quite distinguish. Sitting up, he lifted up his sunglasses to find out what it was. Suddenly his face turned white as his jaw dropped open and he started running as fast as he could, churning the sand wildly with his feet.

It was Them…the fangirls.

Frodo finally reached Gandalf's house and, desperately hoping that Gandalf was home, he started pounding on the door while keeping an eye open for his pursuers. A few seconds later, an irate Gandalf opened the door and glared at him. His hat was set rakishly on his head, his robes looked wrinkled and he was in a decidedly bad mood. Frodo just stood there, staring at the fluffy pink bunny slippers on Gandalf's feet.

"There had better be a good reason for waking me up, Frodo Baggins!" Gandalf said gruffly, jolting Frodo back into reality. Frodo clutched onto Gandalf, trying to shield himself from the view of anyone outside.

"G-g-g-gandalf, they're here! Save me, you can't let them get m-m-m-meeeee!" Frodo cried desperately.

"You mean They? Get inside quick, we'll have to bar the door and the window." Gandalf replied, shoving Frodo through the door and closing it behind him. Then Gandalf started dragging heavy furniture in front of the doors while Frodo locked the window and nailed some boards of wood to the frame.

Then Frodo took over blocking the doorway while Gandalf paced the room, trying to think up a plan. "Hmmm, what to do… can't block the pass, don't have an army…" he muttered to himself, then he straightened up and raised his arm in the air. "I've got it Frodo! It will be perilous and may not succeed, but it's our only chance against this kind of enemy. Quick, come over here and I'll tell you!" Then Gandalf stooped over and whispered the plan in Frodo's ear.

"WHAAAAAAAT! That's the worst plan EVER, no WAY am I doing that!" Frodo yelled.

"It's the only way." Gandalf replied soberly. After several moments of agonizing Frodo sighed, looking like he was heading to his own execution.

"Fine."

If Frodo had noticed the slight smile hidden in Gandalf's beard, he would have slugged him.

To be continued…