"Hurry up, Sam!"
Merry called out as he trudged through the snow. The hobbit he had called was walking at the back of the group. In front of him, a taller, brown haired hobbit stopped.
"Merry, I agree with Sam. This is a bad idea."
"Oh, come on now, Frodo!" A short, younger looking hobbit walking behind Merry laughed at his friend's worries. "'S just a lil' snow!" He laughed, as did Merry, who turned to look at Frodo and Sam.
"Right. So quit worrying or turn around." With that, he started to walk off in the opposite direction. The younger hobbit, who had before been ready to keep walking, did not follow.
"Don't listen to him, Pippin," Frodo said, taking a step towards him. "Bilbo said a huge snowstorm is going to blow in any day now; we shouldn't be out here all alone."
Pippin looked at him a moment, and then nodded. "Alrigh' Frodo. It tis getting' a little colder. I'll go an' find Merry, you two best get home afore you get into trouble."
Frodo looked a little concerned. He didn't think it was a smart idea to leave Pippin and Merry out here, when a blizzard was expected to hit, but he nodded to Sam, who started to lead the way home.
SHIZZAM! THE SHORTEST CHAPTER OF ANYTHING I HAS EVER WRITTEN! Also, my first LOTR fanfic. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! I will use all flames to make a fire for me to write in front of, because my feet are very cold at the moment. Brr!