A/N: I do not own NETHING, I am just borrowing the characters. And the
story. And the lines. And the- Just kidding!! Hehe!
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Chapter Three: The Prancing Pony Inn
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When they got to Bree, it was raining and Annie's clothes were soaked. Frodo knocked on the gate. A man looked at the hobbits.
"A hobbit," he said. "Four hobbits! And a...lady!? What are you here for?" the man asked kindly.
"We wish to stay at the inn," Frodo answered. "Our business is our own."
"All right. It's my job to ask what you're doing. There's talk of strange folk abroad."
When they got to the inn, Annie asked for Gandalf the Gray.
"Gandalf?" asked the clerk. "Gandalf.....Oh, I remember! Long, gray beard, pointy hat. Not seen him for six months."
Everyone looked confused, everyone except Annie.
"What are we going to do??" Annie heard someone ask.
"Nothing," Annie said. The hobbits looked at her.
"What do you mean??" Frodo asked the girl.
"I mean there's nothin' t' do." Annie told the discouraged hobbits listening. "Gandalf won't be here for a while. He's......being delayed. By Saruman. The wisecrackin' jerk turned against us. Saruman, I mean."
The hobbits pulled her to a table to talk.
"How.....how do we know you are telling the truth?" Sam asked.
"Well....you're just gonna have to believe what I tell ya," Annie told them.
"Tell us what?" asked Frodo nervously.
"Well....I-" Annie started.
They won't believe me, she thought. They really won't. What will I do?? Do I tell them??
She looked at their faces. "I'll tell you later. But right now that man is staring at you, Frodo. Again."
The hobbits looked at whom she was talking about.
"Excuse me?" Frodo asked a waiter walking by. "Who's that man in the corner?"
"Oh, him?" the waiter asked, looking at who Annie knew as Aragorn. "He's one of them Rangers. We don't know his name, but around here, he's known as
'Strider'."
"Strider," Frodo said as the waiter walked away.
"Baggins?" Frodo and Annie heard someone say. It was Pippin. He had gone up to the bar to get another thing of ale: A pint.
"Of course I know a Baggins. Frodo Baggins. Over there. He's my second cousin. Twice removed on his mothers side."
That's all Annie heard. Now Frodo was walking over to Pippin to try and stop him from saying too much. Of course, Frodo tripped on someone's foot and fell. But Annie had forgotten about this, so there was nothing she could do. When Frodo hit the ground, the ring went flying from his hand. And when he tried to grab it, it accidentally went on his finger. He disappeared, and everyone gasped. Even Annie. She knew what would happen next. The Ringwraiths would see him and start coming toward Bree. The next time she saw Frodo, he was against a pole. Strider, or Aragorn, grabbed him. He said something that Annie couldn't hear, but she knew he was talking about 'Too much attention'. She also knew that he was going to bring him up to his room, talk to him, then the rest of the group would go up there to save him.
That happened. And she followed them. The girl and the hobbits went to the door Frodo was in and screamed something to Aragorn. Annie rolled her eyes.
"Guys, cool it," she said.
"Well, you seen calm," said the ranger.
"Of course. I'm not frightened by you, Strider."
"....How old are you??"
"Fourteen....why"
"Just wondering...anyway, I know what hunts your friend."
"So do we," answered Pippin.
"How?" Strider asked the hobbit.
Pippin pointed to Annie.
"And how would you know, child?" Strider asked Annie.
"Well.....it's a long story," Annie answered.
"Yes.....how do you know everything?" Pippin asked.
"About why Gandalf didn't come," Sam said.
"And where the Ringwraith was," Merry added.
"And that Pippin was telling everyone about my last name," Frodo added.
"It's a long story," Annie answered all of them.
"We have time," Frodo said.
They got me, Annie thought. They got me good. I can't back out of this one. Tell the truth!
She hesitated, then sighed. "Well, I was in my room and I heard a noise outside. When I went to go check what it was, I got pulled into Middle Earth. And the reason I.know a lot of stuff is cuz.....because....because this world is really a movie and book where I come from, and I've seen the movie like-"
"Movie?" Frodo interrupted.
Annie smiled at the nice hobbit, Frodo. ".....A movie is like drawings come to life in a moving motion, like how we are. Anyway, I've seen the movie five times."
"Why should we believe you??" asked Sam.
"She may be a spy from Sauron," Strider suggested, drawing his sword.
"Spy from Sauron??" Annie said loudly.
"Maybe she tells the truth," suggested Frodo.
My hero, Annie though passionately.
Everyone looked at the speaker.
"Mr. Frodo?" asked Sam. "Why....how could you think that?"
"Look at her clothes," Frodo ordered. "Have you seen any of those around Middle Earth? No. I haven't. And the way she talks. It's strange."
"The way you guys talk is funny, too," Annie said to herself. Pippin heard her and looked at the girl.
"I have not heard anyone speak like that before," Frodo continued.
"Ooh!! I like Pippin's accent!" Annie said smiling.
"What accent??" Pippin asked, confused.
"That one!" Annie said laughing.
"But what accent??" Pippin asked, still confused. "Guys, do you think I have an acce...Wait? What is an accent, anyway??"
Annie laughed and answered, "An accent is a way of talking people, or hobbits according to Middle Earth, get from where they live. They usually learn from their parents."
"Okay....." Pippin said, still slightly confused.
"If what you say is true, maybe she can help us get to Rivendell," Frodo continued.
"Uh.......I guess," Annie replied. "In the morning."
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A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short. The others will, HOPEFULLY, be longer. Well, review, and read my other story if U have not already.
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Chapter Three: The Prancing Pony Inn
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When they got to Bree, it was raining and Annie's clothes were soaked. Frodo knocked on the gate. A man looked at the hobbits.
"A hobbit," he said. "Four hobbits! And a...lady!? What are you here for?" the man asked kindly.
"We wish to stay at the inn," Frodo answered. "Our business is our own."
"All right. It's my job to ask what you're doing. There's talk of strange folk abroad."
When they got to the inn, Annie asked for Gandalf the Gray.
"Gandalf?" asked the clerk. "Gandalf.....Oh, I remember! Long, gray beard, pointy hat. Not seen him for six months."
Everyone looked confused, everyone except Annie.
"What are we going to do??" Annie heard someone ask.
"Nothing," Annie said. The hobbits looked at her.
"What do you mean??" Frodo asked the girl.
"I mean there's nothin' t' do." Annie told the discouraged hobbits listening. "Gandalf won't be here for a while. He's......being delayed. By Saruman. The wisecrackin' jerk turned against us. Saruman, I mean."
The hobbits pulled her to a table to talk.
"How.....how do we know you are telling the truth?" Sam asked.
"Well....you're just gonna have to believe what I tell ya," Annie told them.
"Tell us what?" asked Frodo nervously.
"Well....I-" Annie started.
They won't believe me, she thought. They really won't. What will I do?? Do I tell them??
She looked at their faces. "I'll tell you later. But right now that man is staring at you, Frodo. Again."
The hobbits looked at whom she was talking about.
"Excuse me?" Frodo asked a waiter walking by. "Who's that man in the corner?"
"Oh, him?" the waiter asked, looking at who Annie knew as Aragorn. "He's one of them Rangers. We don't know his name, but around here, he's known as
'Strider'."
"Strider," Frodo said as the waiter walked away.
"Baggins?" Frodo and Annie heard someone say. It was Pippin. He had gone up to the bar to get another thing of ale: A pint.
"Of course I know a Baggins. Frodo Baggins. Over there. He's my second cousin. Twice removed on his mothers side."
That's all Annie heard. Now Frodo was walking over to Pippin to try and stop him from saying too much. Of course, Frodo tripped on someone's foot and fell. But Annie had forgotten about this, so there was nothing she could do. When Frodo hit the ground, the ring went flying from his hand. And when he tried to grab it, it accidentally went on his finger. He disappeared, and everyone gasped. Even Annie. She knew what would happen next. The Ringwraiths would see him and start coming toward Bree. The next time she saw Frodo, he was against a pole. Strider, or Aragorn, grabbed him. He said something that Annie couldn't hear, but she knew he was talking about 'Too much attention'. She also knew that he was going to bring him up to his room, talk to him, then the rest of the group would go up there to save him.
That happened. And she followed them. The girl and the hobbits went to the door Frodo was in and screamed something to Aragorn. Annie rolled her eyes.
"Guys, cool it," she said.
"Well, you seen calm," said the ranger.
"Of course. I'm not frightened by you, Strider."
"....How old are you??"
"Fourteen....why"
"Just wondering...anyway, I know what hunts your friend."
"So do we," answered Pippin.
"How?" Strider asked the hobbit.
Pippin pointed to Annie.
"And how would you know, child?" Strider asked Annie.
"Well.....it's a long story," Annie answered.
"Yes.....how do you know everything?" Pippin asked.
"About why Gandalf didn't come," Sam said.
"And where the Ringwraith was," Merry added.
"And that Pippin was telling everyone about my last name," Frodo added.
"It's a long story," Annie answered all of them.
"We have time," Frodo said.
They got me, Annie thought. They got me good. I can't back out of this one. Tell the truth!
She hesitated, then sighed. "Well, I was in my room and I heard a noise outside. When I went to go check what it was, I got pulled into Middle Earth. And the reason I.know a lot of stuff is cuz.....because....because this world is really a movie and book where I come from, and I've seen the movie like-"
"Movie?" Frodo interrupted.
Annie smiled at the nice hobbit, Frodo. ".....A movie is like drawings come to life in a moving motion, like how we are. Anyway, I've seen the movie five times."
"Why should we believe you??" asked Sam.
"She may be a spy from Sauron," Strider suggested, drawing his sword.
"Spy from Sauron??" Annie said loudly.
"Maybe she tells the truth," suggested Frodo.
My hero, Annie though passionately.
Everyone looked at the speaker.
"Mr. Frodo?" asked Sam. "Why....how could you think that?"
"Look at her clothes," Frodo ordered. "Have you seen any of those around Middle Earth? No. I haven't. And the way she talks. It's strange."
"The way you guys talk is funny, too," Annie said to herself. Pippin heard her and looked at the girl.
"I have not heard anyone speak like that before," Frodo continued.
"Ooh!! I like Pippin's accent!" Annie said smiling.
"What accent??" Pippin asked, confused.
"That one!" Annie said laughing.
"But what accent??" Pippin asked, still confused. "Guys, do you think I have an acce...Wait? What is an accent, anyway??"
Annie laughed and answered, "An accent is a way of talking people, or hobbits according to Middle Earth, get from where they live. They usually learn from their parents."
"Okay....." Pippin said, still slightly confused.
"If what you say is true, maybe she can help us get to Rivendell," Frodo continued.
"Uh.......I guess," Annie replied. "In the morning."
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A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short. The others will, HOPEFULLY, be longer. Well, review, and read my other story if U have not already.