"Ah!" Damian screamed. A hand clapped hard over his mouth.

"What do you think your doing!?" Sam asked still covering Damian's face. He struggled, but finally got free.

"What is that?"

"The ringwraith." Sam said. Damian gave him a blank look. "Their after the ring." He still didn't understand. "The ring we have to destroy."

"What ring?" the teenager asked.

"The one around your neck!" Damian looked down and saw a chain tucked into the dress shirt he was going to wear for the show. He pulled it out slowly a gazed at the golden circlet; the ring looked no different than any old wedding band. "Why would we destroy it?" The ringwraith were still near, so he had to whisper.

"So Sauron doesn't get it."

"So why don't we just, I don't know, keep it? It's kind of… pretty…" he was still holding by the chain, and the ring seemed to glow even in the limited light.

"No!" Sam yelled. "Frodo, don't let it get to you!" Damian tore his gaze from the ring to give the hobbit a confused look.

"Frodo? What the heck kind of a name is Frodo?"

"Yours!"

"If he can't get it, then why don't we just give it to Keith, he'll lose it within the week."

"Who's Keith?" the exasperated little hobbit cried.

~*~

"Your highness! Your highness!" The tall armored goblin yelled running up to Keith.

"What--?!" Keith cried jumping, his arms flailing out. A gurgle came from a weight on his lap. He looked down slowly at the blonde baby, who was giggling and grabbing at Keith's surfer style hair. He jumped again, and landed on the rather uncomfortable stone seat. His cloudy eyes looked over the room, and he gasped as he took in each of the goblin, the next one uglier than the last. They were scattered throughout the room, throwing pebbles at chickens, and playing with what Keith could only guess to be the remains of another one of the unfortunate birds.

"Your highness, the girl!" the tall goblin squealed.

"What girl?" Keith asked.

"Th--the one who ate th--the peach and forgot everything!"

This was all stating to sound familiar, and besides Keith could most certainly get used to being referred to as 'Your Highness' "What about her?" he said attempting to sprawl out in an arrogant kingly (or rather 'goblin' kingly) way, only to recall the baby, who was still trying to pull at Keith's hair. He pushed the child's hands away and shifted him instead, trying to get him out of reach of his head. The goblins didn't notice any change in their king's behavior, after all Keith had been king for as long as they could remember, which was four seconds at best.

"She's here, with the monster and Sir Didymus and the dwarf who works for you!" the goblin cowered as if he expected to be beaten on spot for giving his report.

"… Is she not supposed to be?" he asked after a long moment.

"Well… sir… you said--"

"Uh, then, stop her!" Keith said gesturing out his arms as if it were the obvious answer.

"We're trying sir, but…"

"Well, I guess it can't be too bad if she's here, I mean what is she--"he stopped mid-sentence as a realization dawned in him. "Is it Sarah?" he asked. The soldier nodded profusely. "Holy crap!" he yelled shooting out of the chair and pumping his fist in the air.

"I'm David Bowie!" Toby gurgled from his perch on Keith's hip. "And you're killing the moment."

"Who's David Bowie?" a chubby goblin asked.

"Umm… I am."

"Long live the king!" The goblins all cheered. "Long live David Bowie!"

"No, no," Keith shouted above the noise of the goblins. "Elvis is the king."

"Long live Elvis!"

"Actually, Elvis is dead," they stared up at him in shock, one beginning to tear up. "Though, there is some debate…" cheering overtook the throne room.

"Long live Elvis!"

~*~

Kayley found herself clutching tight to the mane of a huge horse, and shivered against the cold; knee high socks may keep you slightly warm, but not when it's paired with board shorts, a short sleeved Roxy shirt, and a camouflaged hat.

She gasped when she saw yellow-eyed wolves chasing after her, their sharp teeth barred as they snarled,

It was now that she regretted never going to the stables with her sister, Kloe, sure she loved horses, but she had never learned how to ride, let alone how to stop. "Stop!" Kayley yelled. The horse looked up at her, its eyes full of fear. "Philippe?" she asked, recognizing the expression of the horse from one of her favorite movies. Looking back at the wolves again she noticed they too were animated, but animated or not she was sure they could kill her, or possibly maim her. "Stop, you dumb horse!"

Philippe skidded in the snow, but managed to halt. Kayley averted her eyes from the wolves, and tried to keep her emotions in check, remembering all the books she had read on dogs, and all the times she had been able to submit so one would leave her alone, training dogs was actually a something she enjoyed doing.

The wolves began to circle around her, the leader directly in front of Kayley, still growling. Suddenly Kayley looked down at it, glaring straight into its eyes. The wolf backed up and hunched over, looking at the ground. The other wolves saw that the pack leader had submitted and they stopped growling and stood behind their leader.

The beast came running into the forest, tackling the head wolf, and knocking the other wolves aside as the attacked. "No!" Kayley cried. "I can handle this, you stupid, retarded wad of fluff!"

Beast stopped struggling to look at whom he thought to be Belle, when he did the wolves let go of him, and went to stand behind her.

"Well are you just going to freeze your butt off in the snow, or are we going home?"

The beast continued to stare at hr in shock. "Fine then, I'll ride the horse and you can walk, ungrateful cad."