Oh dear. When I wrote this, I was NOT intending to post it for people to read. But why the hell not? I always thought the Smallville (and Justice League characters) could be extremely entertaining if you replace them instead of the dwarves. And Lois has too many hobbit-like qualities to let pass (aside from shortness and hairy feet, I mean. And cooking. And-oh, well, she's like Bilbo, anyway. Hmmph.) Here's the prologue. It's real short, cuz this points us in the direction of a hole in the ground lived a hobbit. But then again, the hobbit had moved out, so now an obnoxious reporter lived there.

PROLOGUE:

"Are you reading?" Chloe Sullivan said as she stepped into the Talon apartment.

"No!" Lois said quickly, stuffing the novel under her pillow.

"You listened to me. You're reading the book. Aren't you?"

"No. Never."

Chloe reached between the couch cushions and pulled out the book Lois has just stuffed in it when Chloe came in. It was a worn out copy of the Hobbit. "Uh huh."

"That's Clark's."

"Liar."

"Fine, so I was curious. It's about a stupid little man who likes to eat. What's so great about it?"

"You and him have a lot in common then. Well, except he can actually cook."

"I'm getting there!"

"Reheating Chinese in the microwave doesn't count."

"Hmmph."

Chloe laughed, and dropped onto the couch next to Lois. "So, how far in are you?"

"Um… the first page."

"Uh huh…" Chloe pointed to the coffee stain on page 200. "I don't believe you."

"That was Clark's."

"You already tried that on me. And Clark doesn't spill coffee."

"Yes he does."

"And catches it before it falls. Super-reflexes."

Lois hrrumphed and stomped out of the room—probably to finish her book without being teased.

Chloe sat on the couch, chuckling to herself. It was kind of a funny idea, that. The door to the room closed, and she could hear her cousin making herself comfortable in bed as she settled to finish reading the Hobbit. The blonde bent down and pulled her own copy out of her backpack. She'd been intending to re-read the book herself for a while now. She opened it to the first page, and started to read.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, hole...

She hadn't gotten far in before she began to feel drowsy, and her eyelids, of their own accord, started to close.