Frodo had been giggling madly inside his bedroom all
afternoon. Sometimes you couldn't hear him, and then
there would be high pitched wails of laughter coming
from behind the closed door. Sam and Rosie had tried
to ignore their friend. Luckily, Elanor was with the
Gamgees for the day, so there wasn't a crying babe to
add to the noise.

Another fit of giggles floated down the hall. Sam
sighed. His wife rolled her eyes, and motioned for him
to see what Frodo was laughing about. As Sam walked to
Frodo's room, the giggles grew louder and more
annoying. Sam opened the bedroom door, to see Frodo
propped on his bed with his new laptop on his lap.

Middle-earth had recently connected with Earth, which
in turn had brought telephones, electricity, and
computers to Arda. Ever since then, Frodo would lock
himself in his room with his computer.

Many lines ran from the laptop to the outlets near
by, which looked like a fire hazard to Sam. Frodo
looked at Sam and said," Hello, Sam! Finally decided
to see what I've been carrying on about?"

"Yes!" Sam replied. "You've practically scared
everyone in Hobbiton with your laughing."

"Not so, Sam. If you only knew what I've been laughing
about, you might join in."

Sam cocked a brow. "And what exactly have you been
laughing at then?"

Frodo smiled. "Fanfiction."

"Fan-what?"

"Fanfiction. It's just what the name means. People in
Earth write stories about things that they are fans
about."

"Well that doesn't seem too funny."

Frodo patted the space next to him on the bed. "Come
here, Sam. "Sam sat next to his friend and looked at
the screen. It was a huge jumble of text in bright
yellow, and Sam had to squint to read any of it.

"How can you read any of this!"

"Practice." Frodo put the page to the bottom and
brought another up. "This is the Library of Moria. Odd
name isn't it?" Sam nodded. "It's one of the places
that has the most ridiculous stories. "

"Now, Frodo, pardon me, but it's not nice to be making
fun of people's writin'."

"Yes, but you should read some of this!" Frodo looked
at Sam. "Let me ask you this: Have you ever thought of
Merry and Pippin together?"

"Together? They seem more or less attached as it is."

"No. I mean like males and females together."

Sam looked at Frodo as if he had three heads. "No!"

"Well, these people on Earth write stories like that.
Some of them are actually pretty good, but some are
just insane. Like this one,"-Frodo hovered the arrow
over a link-", it's about Merry and Pippin in
Insenguard, and they are together with Sauruman."

"What!"

"Oh and here's another where Merry ties Pippin up and
has his way with him. Oddly enough, I rather enjoyed
that one."

"Frodo!" Sam's eyes were sky high. Frodo just laughed.

"They also write about you and me."

Sam scooted away from Frodo. "They write about us?"

"Mmmhhmm…They write about everybody. There are more
sites than this. There is Books of
Bagend, LiveJournal communities-"

"There are even LiveJournal communities! Wait, you
post at LiveJournal?"

Frodo rolled his eyes playfully. "Yes. I would have
used my name, but it had all ready been taken. Your
name, too. Do you know how many variations of 'Frodo'
people have created? It's unreasonable." He shifted
towards Sam. Frodo laughed as Sam moved farther away,
almost off the bed. "I like the communities," He
continued. "I once tried telling someone how I really
would have done something, but they didn't believe I
was the 'real' Frodo." He frowned. "They become
really mad if you tell them how something really would
have happened. I would not have tricked you into
coming into my bedroom." Sam sighed at that. "I would
have dragged you there."

Sam let out a scream. He moved once more, causing
himself to finally fall off the bed. Frodo grinned and
offered his hand.

"Sam, I was only joking!

"That's nothin' to be joking about, Frodo!" Sam
grabbed Frodo's hand, hoping he wouldn't rip his
clothes off. "Were these people smoking that new weed
Merry and Pippin found?"

Frodo shook his head. "No. Would you believe me if I
told you most of these stories are written by women?"
He giggled at Sam's shocked face. "I tried to find
one written by a male. It took me a while. Oh, and
there are stories about Gimli and Legolas as well. "

Sam looked as though he'd be sick. He left the room
Frodo's laughter floating down the hall behind him.

"Well, what is it?" Rosie asked with her hands on her
hips. "First Frodo's giggling and now you're a
screamin'! If you behave like this when Elanor is home
I'll have a switch at both of you!"

"He's reading fanfiction!" Sam cringed when he heard
more high pitched wails from the bedroom."About Merry
and Pippin a-and Legolas and Gimli and me with Frodo!
Aghh!" He left his wife standing there looking at him
as if he was a fool and went outside. Sam walked a bit
in the garden, wondering if he should plant those
roses tomorrow or not when he was called to Frodo's
window.

"Sam! Sam, come here!"

"If you're showing me more of that filth then I'm not
comin'!"

Frodo just smiled. He put his laptop on the window
sill and turned it to face Sam. This time Frodo's
page showed crazy girl wrote about me having a sister who
falls in love with Legolas." Frodo stuck his tongue
out. "He's at least three and a half feet taller than
her. I wonder what Kim would look like. This is one
of the few stories where the girl is isn't described
over and over again. It just says she has blue eyes
like that Elijah fellow. "

"So?" said Sam. "Am I supposed to be impressed that
this isn't about me and my Gaffer going at each other
like rabbits. "

Frodo smirked and turned his head away.

"What! You mean there's stories like that! It was
just something I said!"

"It's called incest. I wonder why no one talks about
incest with Merry and Pippin. They are cousins. And my
cousins. And everyone's cousins." He sat there for a
moment thinking of people who he was related to until
Sam coughed. "Oh. Anyway read the first few lines of
this!"

Sam did as he was told and frowned. "Why do they have
to keep talking about how she's an orphan, even though
it is a sad thing?"

Frodo shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. It's
seems popular to be an orphan. I prefer the stories
they call 'smut' than this. " Frodo took the computer
of Sam's reach. A dinging noise came from the machine
making Frodo smile.

"Merry is on. " He typed, with dingings throughout.

"Merry says you should read some of the fanfiction
about you and Rosie."-ding-"He rather likes
it"-ding-"And he wants you to know-"-ding-"- 'Merry
says sorry for the grammar error. He wants you to know
that he also fancies the stories of you and yourself."
Frodo giggled at this last remark. Sam glared at his
friend. He was red in the face and became redder from
the giggles.

"You know he said that to bother you."

Sam marched away from the window. Not only did Frodo
have to bother him about the writings but Merry too.
Pippin would be annoying him soon. What would Rosie
think? Sam decided she wouldn't like it and that he
shouldn't tell her the finer points of the
conversation.

Inside, Rosie was holding her child who just had
arrived home. The woman glared at Sam, daring him to
make a sound and to hit Frodo if he even grinned.

Frodo tip-toed down the hall, wary of Rosie's new
rules, into the parlor with his laptop. He turned the
volume down. Making sure Sam was out of sight, he
opened a new document and began to write.