A/N: I was sitting around today wondering what to do (things are rather boring when you have a cold) when suddenly I had an idea: what would happen if fairytale characters ended up in Middle-Earth? Read and find out. =o)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Tolkien's, nor do I own any of the fairytale characters mentioned. These odd interruptions (yes, I plan on having more than one) will happen at various places and times in Middle-Earth.

FAIRYTALE INVASION!!!!
Chapter 1: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No!"
"Are we there yet?"
"NO!!"
"Are we -"
Strider spun around and glared at Pippin, his hand on his sword hilt. Pippin quickly shut his mouth.
"So Gandalf, where are we going again?"
The old wizard sighed. "We are going to Moria, Meriadoc."
"Cool. When do we get there?"
"You won't if you don't shut up!" Borormir snapped.
"Sheesh, fine, be like that," the Hobbit grumbled.
The Fellowship was tramping through a small forest on their way to Moria, having been unable to pass over Caradhras. Suddenly Legolas the Elf stopped, peering through the trees.
"There seems to be some sort of cottage a little ways off in the woods," he announced.
"Great!" Pippin grinned, rubbing his cold hands together. "Warmth and hot food!"
"Not so fast," Gandalf warned. "We must use caution. Led on, Legolas."
The Elf led them through the woods and soon they entered a small glade. Sure enough, there sat a small cottage with smoke rising from the chimney. Suddenly the door opened and a young woman walked out. She had white skin and coal black hair and ruby red lips. Boromir stared open-mouthed until Strider smacked him and forced him to stop drooling.
Suddenly the girl looked up and saw the strangers standing there. "Eek!" the girl squeaked, dashing back into the house.
"Aww, we're not that dirty, are we?" Merry said sadly.
"I think she was more afraid of your smell," Sam muttered.
"You're the one hanging out with the pony," Merry retorted.
"Stop your bickering!" Gandalf growled. "We have obviously startled her, and we must now gain her trust."
Suddenly Legolas put his hands over his ears, grimacing in disgust.
"What is it?" Strider asked.
"The worst excuse for singing I have ever heard!" the Elf moaned.
Soon the others heard it, a strange song drifting on the wind. Gimli the Dwarf grunted. "Sounds like a mining song... though of a horrible rendition."
Presently seven 'Dwarves' entered the glade, picks and axes in one hand, lanterns in another. Seeing the Fellowship, they dropped their lanterns and gripped their mining tools.
"Who are you? Are you working for the Queen?" one of them shouted.
"Hush!" another one said sternly. "Mind your manners. Now, would you mind telling us who you are?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing!" Gimli snorted. "You are the sorriest excuse for Dwarves I have ever seen! Look at your clothes! And those beards, they're awful!"
"Gimli," Gandalf said warningly.
"And those tools! They would break upon a pebble!" the Dwarf scoffed.
"Gimli!"
Cowering under the wizard's stern gaze, Gimli fell silent. Clearing his throat, Gandalf turned to the other dwarves. "We are travelers looking for warmth and food. I fear we may have startled your friend though," he said, nodding towards the cottage.
"Ah, she gets frightened easily," one Dwarf said with a shrug.
"As for warmth and food, we have food, but our cottage is to tight as it is," another, more sensible, Dwarf said. "We would be glad to give you some provisions, though."
"Speak for yourself," the one who had first spoke grumbled. The others swiftly knocked him over the head.
"Snow White! Hey Snowy! Bring out some food!" the Dwarves called.
The door opened and the girl looked out shyly. The door closed, and when it opened again, the girl was carrying a large bag filled with food.
"Here you go, good sirs," she said sweetly.
Boromir began to stare again, and Strider swiftly stamped on Boromir's foot.
"You have our thanks, fair lady," Legolas said, bowing elegantly.
Boromir glared at him.
"Come, it grows late and we must be on our way," Gandalf said. "Boromir, Gimli, pack the food onto Bill, please."
Grumbling the man and dwarf tied the provisions to the pony. When they were done, the Fellowship thanked the girl and the dwarves ("Imposters," Gimli muttered), and continued on their way.



**puts out plate of cookies** Here, have a cookie while you review. =o) What did you think? Sorry, but I had a fit of sillyness and couldn't help myself! =o) I also plan on doing Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and Hansel and Gretel. If you would like me do another one, just ask. =o) Thank you for reading! **ArwenStar**