A/N: Woo, a long one! Sorry I didn't get to uploading this sooner. Alright, I'll stop flapping my jaw. Enjoy!

The wraiths gasped as they fleed the inn.
"Well that didn't work too well..." Danny muttered between breaths.
Brett brought them to a halt once a safe distance from the town. "I don't understand. We knew he was at Bree."
Lori quirked an eyebrow. "But how did we know it was that inn, though? I mean, all we knew was he was at Bree... how do we know he isn't staying at the Dancing Pony, an understated competitor, just next door?"
Brett and Danny looked at each other a moment, then nodded as they spoke.
"Divine knowledge."
"Divine knowledge!" Lori shouted. "This is Middle Earth, we have no gods!"
Neither wraith had a responce to this.
"Hey, she's right..." Tim took a step forward. "In fact, I've never even heard of them!"
"Yeah, that's right..." the other wraiths muttered in agreeance.
"Just shut up!" Brett said.
"What if we don't want to?" Dan challenged.
"Come to think of it," Katy said levelly. "Whoever made you leader?"

Sam watched Frodo, frowning when he noticed a bit of drool running down his face. He knelt on the bed and dabbed at his master's cheek with his sleeve. The poor hobbit, he thought. Away from his home, his family... Frodo moaned softly and turned away from Sam. Over Frodo's cheek Sam could see a look of pain on his friend's face.
"Mmmnn... my leg..." Frodo muttered and winced. Sam looked to the other hobbits, worried. Should he wake Frodo up? What if it was a nightmare?
"Ah!" Frodo cried loudly, clutching at the air with his hands. "My leg!" Frodo's eyes pulled violently open. He stared up at Sam, breathing in ragged gasps. He was clearly still in pain.
"Sam! For the love of..." Sam felt something move under one of his knees. He let out a cry of shock.
"SAM! Get off my leg!"
Sam looked down.
"Oh! Quite sorry master Frodo." Same spring back to his own spot. "Are you alri-"
"Just fine Sam," Frodo grumbled and pulled the covers tighter over his shoulders. "Now let me sleep."
"Yes Master Frodo," Sam piped, looking downcast.
Frodo squeezed his eyes shut, wondering why he had even brought that hobbit along. The sound of breathing from the others washed over him like a lullaby. He relaxed a bit and cuddled back into his pillow.
"Master Frodo?"
Tense.
"Yeah Sam?"
"I don't trust that Strider fellow."
Frodo turned over, squinting at his friend. "Now? Sam, it's 5:30 in the morning."
Sam nodded. "He told you not to wear the ring. But... well, if it makes you invisible, aren't you safer?"
"I don't know," Frodo sat up, scratching his hair. "Does it matter?"
There was a pause. Apparently Sam had no answer.
"What's it like being invisible?" he asked at last.
"I dunno Sam. It's weird. Sorta like being inside a rainbow." Frodo considered. There had been a source to all that light and color... and that music.
"Can I try?" Sam asked.
"No!" Frodo said, his hand flying to the ring. "I mean... no."
"But Strider's asleep..."
Frodo felt the ring through the cloth of his nightclothes. He would like to hear that music again...

"Biggot!"
"Slob!"
"Git!"
"Bastard!"
The wraiths gasped and drew back from Julie.
"You said the b-word..." Katy whispered.
Julie's eyes widened and tears started to form in her eyes. She burst into sobs and ran from the group.
"Now look what you've done!" Matt yelled. Brett shrugged.
"She said it, it's her own fault."
"Why you insensative..." Katy began.
"We're wraiths. We can't be anything BUT insensative," Brett said.
"Ugh, MEN!" Katy stormed off, closely followed by Lori.
Brett sighed, exasperated. Matthew, Matt, Dan and Tim glared at him.
"Come on now, fellows," Danny tried to be diplomatic. "Bad night, that's all."
"Come with us," Matt said, not taking his eyes off Brett. "We're leaving our 'leader.'"
"Yes but why?" Danny asked.
"Because we're revolting," Dan said. Then they turned to leave.
"You're welcome to join us," Tim said. When Danny simply stood there, the others shrugged and walked off.
"So..." Brett hissed. "They're revolting."
"I didn't think they were that bad..." Danny said, watching his undead friends leave. "I thought the girls were kinda pretty, at least..."
"No no no, revolting, not revolting!" Brett spun to Danny.
"Yes, that's what I said-"
"Like a rebellion! They don't want to follow orders anymore. Well! We'll just let them try and get along without me. They'll come back to us soon, begging me to lead them once more."
"Hello?" a female voice said from the bushes. Brett and Danny turned to see Katy emerging.
"So soon..." Brett seethed, then put on a most gracious smile. "Well, I see you simply can't live without me. I must say, however, your crimes are not without punishment-"
"Bugger off," Katy said, then turned to Danny. "Lori and Julie and I wanted to give you another chance to come with us. We thought the others didn't wait long enough."
"Uh..." Danny said, not looking at Katy but at the wraith behind her who's eyes were sprouting miniature daggers. "Uhh... no, no, that's alright. You can go on without me."
"You're sure?" Katy asked. Brett took a step forward and Danny pushed Katy away.
"Yes I'm sure! Now go!"
Katy a blinked a couple times, then walked reluctantly off. The only sound that remained was Brett's slow, measured breathing.
"Thank... you... for... being... loyal..." Brett forced out, then looked Danny in the eye. "You know I hate you, right?"
A scream rang from the bushes in front of them, immediately followed by that same overwhealming sensation, that same knowing...
Baggins is at Bree.
"Where in Bree, you bloody premonition?" Brett sneered.
You ought to respect your intuition. Slap slap.
Brett staggered under the blows.
Nonetheless... Baggins is at Bree, at the Dancing Pony.
"Told you so!" said a faint voice that sounded much like Lori.

Frodo could see Sam's lips moving, but couldn't hear him over the music. And that wasn't all. Now that he was spending time to look around, Frodo noticed the colors were not stationary. They circled around him in dazzling patterns, while some flickered on and off in time with... what was it, the Bee Gees?
Frodo glanced around for the source, noticing the light was stronger near the windows. He slid from the bed and put two hands on the sill, peering through the panes.
Beams of color shot from a distant pinprick of light, somewhere over the mountains. Before Frodo could turn away, however, the light grew closer at amazing speed, as though the inn had suddenly accelerated, drawn to the light.
Frodo lifted one hand up to eyes, fearing a crash. But then it all stopped.
And there it was.
A great glittering ball, turning slowly in the night...
Frodo shuddered. He had never felt such a creepy feeling in his life... well, not since he had last felt a gust of wind on the road. But his heart nearly stopped when he looked down.
"Oh! Ah! Yeah, that's right!" A figure danced below the great ball, finger pointing upward. He did a couple pelvic thrusts and spun on a toe.
Frodo toppled and screamed, pulling the ring from his finger.