A/N: Thanks for the feedback and we promise there will be alien powers in
the next chapter. In case you were wondering this fanfic does not follow
the Roswell TV show plot, it is completely AU.
1 Chapter 4
The Companions traveled off far into the night.
"How far is the next stop?" asked Frodo
"Some twenty miles or so" Merry replied.
"Damn, there ain't no way I'm gonna sit on this cheap piece of crap any longer." Michael complained, anxious to get there.
"Wow, I never thought I would miss Liz this much." Max said out loud.
"We are in Middle Earth, I think you can let go of her, at least now, besides she's probably hooking up wit some other 'Mr Sensitive'." Isabel said.
"Cut the personal crap. How much longer? I can't handle it anymore." Tess protested.
Thunder and Rain poured over them as they scrambled off the so, called 'Ferry' and ran towards the gates. Frodo knocked on the gate, which was basically three times his size. A strange old man came to the entrance: "What business do you bring." He asked in a scratchy tone.
"Our business aint yours." Tess snapped.
"We must be nice, or we will never meet Gandalf." Frodo said under his breath.
"Okay, okay Can we PLEASE come in?" Max asked the old man.
With an intent gaze at the 8 of them, the man held the door open reluctantly.
It was amazing at how the scrappy houses were still held up by wood which
were completely rotted to the core.
"Phew! What's that smell? Pippin, you didn't let one off right?" asked Michael, wrinkling his nose.
"What? What did I let off?" Pippin replied looking around suspiciously.
"A fart, you know from your ass? Or what you call 'bottoms'" Michael said.
"No, it was me! I 'let it out'" Merry cried out excitedly.
Everyone groaned with disgusted looks on their faces.
"Never knew a tiny ass could do so much." Tess muttered under her breath.
"So who exactly are we supposed to be meeting here?" Max asked Frodo, swinging open the door leading to the 'Prancing Pony'.
"Gandalf, of course." Sam replied, while looking around for any sign of the wizard. Soon enough, to everyone's delight, a fat stout man came bustling by.
"Oh! Well would you look at that 4 little Hobbits and…and.." He eyed the other 4 teenagers curiously.
Isabel sighed with a frustrated look and said,
"People just don't know how to handle original."
"I'm sorry I forgot to introduce my friends" Frodo said emphasizing the friends part, to show they meant no harm.
"Yes, they are our foreign friends" Pippin said.
"Oooh! I think I have another one coming! I think I'm gonna 'let it off'!" Merry suddenly exclaimed his face going bright red.
"Holy crap no!" Michael yelled.
"Oh, please can you two just grow up, Michael I expect a lot more from you. Even if you do have the mind of a two year old." Isabel scowled in a patronizing way.
"But his ass is a bomb!" Michael protested.
"Can you two take a joke?" Merry asked laughing.
"Oh, can we just hurry and find this Gandalf person." Max stated.
An hour later, when a table was vacant, the tired companions flopped down and rested for a while. Merry soon came back carrying a giant sized mug with froth overflowing on top. Pippin's eyes went wide
"What is that?" he asked eagerly
"This, my friend, is a pint." He said proudly.
"They come in pints!! I'm getting one!" with that he jumped off the chair and scurried over to the counter. Sam was eyeing someone though none of them even cared, finally he told Frodo
"That man in the corner has done no good other than stare at us since we've arrived."
The man was dressed and hooded in black smoking pipeweed and was looking their way.
Frodo tapped Mr.Butterbur (the bartender (fat stout man))
"Excuse me sir, but who is that man in the corner over there?" he asked in a hushed voice."
"Oh that chap, he is known as Strider, a Ranger from the woods, best if you stay away from him." He said.
Frodo then heard Pippins voice over the other loud voices.
"Frodo? Oh, he is right here. Mr. Frodo Baggins." He said to some strangers he seemed to have become awfully friendly with in the last 5 minutes.
"Pippin!" Frodo cried out. Max got up from his chair while Frodo dashed towards Pippin, tripping over a boot and fell. Max saw something glitter in the air for a moment. It appeared to be a ring. Frodo made a desperate grab for it and it easily slipped onto his finger. In a flash he was gone.
"Man, I'm having some serious deja-vu here." Michael said. A few gasps were heard as the black shape moved towards the place where Frodo just disappeared off. Max got a bit worried on what the black dude was up to. He walked briskly to where he was heading with Michael right behind him. Strider quickly grabbed something in thin air and was dragging the 'something' off to a corner. Michael thought he was going mental because then he saw Frodo appear again and he was looking very panicked and was clutching a ring. Strider muttered something to Frodo and grabbing him by the collar hauled him up the stairs into his room.
"If Frodo gets hurt, we can save him" Max said
"But we can't in public." Michael protested
"I know" was all he said.
1 Chapter 4
The Companions traveled off far into the night.
"How far is the next stop?" asked Frodo
"Some twenty miles or so" Merry replied.
"Damn, there ain't no way I'm gonna sit on this cheap piece of crap any longer." Michael complained, anxious to get there.
"Wow, I never thought I would miss Liz this much." Max said out loud.
"We are in Middle Earth, I think you can let go of her, at least now, besides she's probably hooking up wit some other 'Mr Sensitive'." Isabel said.
"Cut the personal crap. How much longer? I can't handle it anymore." Tess protested.
Thunder and Rain poured over them as they scrambled off the so, called 'Ferry' and ran towards the gates. Frodo knocked on the gate, which was basically three times his size. A strange old man came to the entrance: "What business do you bring." He asked in a scratchy tone.
"Our business aint yours." Tess snapped.
"We must be nice, or we will never meet Gandalf." Frodo said under his breath.
"Okay, okay Can we PLEASE come in?" Max asked the old man.
With an intent gaze at the 8 of them, the man held the door open reluctantly.
It was amazing at how the scrappy houses were still held up by wood which
were completely rotted to the core.
"Phew! What's that smell? Pippin, you didn't let one off right?" asked Michael, wrinkling his nose.
"What? What did I let off?" Pippin replied looking around suspiciously.
"A fart, you know from your ass? Or what you call 'bottoms'" Michael said.
"No, it was me! I 'let it out'" Merry cried out excitedly.
Everyone groaned with disgusted looks on their faces.
"Never knew a tiny ass could do so much." Tess muttered under her breath.
"So who exactly are we supposed to be meeting here?" Max asked Frodo, swinging open the door leading to the 'Prancing Pony'.
"Gandalf, of course." Sam replied, while looking around for any sign of the wizard. Soon enough, to everyone's delight, a fat stout man came bustling by.
"Oh! Well would you look at that 4 little Hobbits and…and.." He eyed the other 4 teenagers curiously.
Isabel sighed with a frustrated look and said,
"People just don't know how to handle original."
"I'm sorry I forgot to introduce my friends" Frodo said emphasizing the friends part, to show they meant no harm.
"Yes, they are our foreign friends" Pippin said.
"Oooh! I think I have another one coming! I think I'm gonna 'let it off'!" Merry suddenly exclaimed his face going bright red.
"Holy crap no!" Michael yelled.
"Oh, please can you two just grow up, Michael I expect a lot more from you. Even if you do have the mind of a two year old." Isabel scowled in a patronizing way.
"But his ass is a bomb!" Michael protested.
"Can you two take a joke?" Merry asked laughing.
"Oh, can we just hurry and find this Gandalf person." Max stated.
An hour later, when a table was vacant, the tired companions flopped down and rested for a while. Merry soon came back carrying a giant sized mug with froth overflowing on top. Pippin's eyes went wide
"What is that?" he asked eagerly
"This, my friend, is a pint." He said proudly.
"They come in pints!! I'm getting one!" with that he jumped off the chair and scurried over to the counter. Sam was eyeing someone though none of them even cared, finally he told Frodo
"That man in the corner has done no good other than stare at us since we've arrived."
The man was dressed and hooded in black smoking pipeweed and was looking their way.
Frodo tapped Mr.Butterbur (the bartender (fat stout man))
"Excuse me sir, but who is that man in the corner over there?" he asked in a hushed voice."
"Oh that chap, he is known as Strider, a Ranger from the woods, best if you stay away from him." He said.
Frodo then heard Pippins voice over the other loud voices.
"Frodo? Oh, he is right here. Mr. Frodo Baggins." He said to some strangers he seemed to have become awfully friendly with in the last 5 minutes.
"Pippin!" Frodo cried out. Max got up from his chair while Frodo dashed towards Pippin, tripping over a boot and fell. Max saw something glitter in the air for a moment. It appeared to be a ring. Frodo made a desperate grab for it and it easily slipped onto his finger. In a flash he was gone.
"Man, I'm having some serious deja-vu here." Michael said. A few gasps were heard as the black shape moved towards the place where Frodo just disappeared off. Max got a bit worried on what the black dude was up to. He walked briskly to where he was heading with Michael right behind him. Strider quickly grabbed something in thin air and was dragging the 'something' off to a corner. Michael thought he was going mental because then he saw Frodo appear again and he was looking very panicked and was clutching a ring. Strider muttered something to Frodo and grabbing him by the collar hauled him up the stairs into his room.
"If Frodo gets hurt, we can save him" Max said
"But we can't in public." Michael protested
"I know" was all he said.