Night has fallen onto Bree. It past bedtime, and everyone has ceased all the celebrations and proceeded to slumber. But somehow… nine wrathless figures never sleep…
Gatekeepers need sleep too. But for Bree's keeper, time is up, as he gets trampled on by heedless Nazguls who break in Bree. With a gate as flat as pancakes… who could ever survive? (Gatekeeper: Eeep. I'm dead.)
The nine riders has rooted The Inn of the Prancing Pony. They look around, screeching in the night, unseen in the darkness. The smallest one of them, dismounts it's black hideous steed, and beckons to it's fellow riders to come follow suit, as it breaks down the door to the inn. And so they do follow suit. (Wraiths are mindless idiots. Nyeh.) They all draw their swords, and they all enter, as the smallest wraith stays behind the door, watching them all fly in, surrounding Bree's finest inn with eternal darkness.
In the night, just when all the Wraiths has conquered the inn and time flies smoothly in their cursed hands… the last Wraith waiting out in the street, looked around, fumbled for something in it's cloak… and retrieved a black knobbly object… with an antennae.
And with a hiss… it spoke into it…
"Nazgul nine to Nazgul one… are you in? Nazgul Nine to Nazgul One, have you scouted the hobbits's room?" a young female voice hissed in the walkie-talkie radio.
It crackled back, "All clear, you can come in, roger." The hooded wraith nodded to itself, with red creepy eyes glowing, bobbing from beneath it's hood, and entered the inn.
"Just watch out for the fluke named Butterbur hiding under the counter Nazgul Nine…" the radio hissed, in the darkness. "All clear in corridor one, second floor, Roger."
"My name is not Roger!!!" the Living Wraith named Ash hissed back, throwing the walkie-talkie on the wall, startling a quiet Butterbur, hiding beneath the counter. "Memo to me," Ash hissed to herself. "Remember never to buy the Morgul Wraith and Co. a nice collection of nine walkie-talkies…"
She climbed the stairs and well-met the waiting Nazguls outside a small door (the same door Ashley broke down earlier that night, when she, Shea and the hobbits were having a hobbit-search party for Frodo), about to break it down. Ash just had to slap one of the Nazguls holding the walkie-talkie on the head before doing the task.
"Ow! What is that for, you mere mortal?!!" hissed the once-was-powerful-king-but-was-literally-seduced-by-Sauron-to-his-floral-sheets-and-became-Wraith at Ash. "Shut up, King-who-was-seduced-blah-blah," Ash started, but was clamped on the mouth by another Nazgul. "Don't push it, Nazgul Nine. You just had to fill in the place of Nazgul Ted 'cause he is allergic to halflings… Now lets kick some hobbit-ass!"
Ash rolled her eyes, and the wraiths all robotically extended a foot, and kicked down the door. Miraculously, none of the people sleeping in it woke up. There were four small hobbit beds… and Ash was drooling to stab all of them… especially the nasty curly haired hobbit she hated the most- and carried the One Ring…
They all extended their swords, as they all stood on one bed, two Wraiths per three beds, and three on the fourth… where the Ringbearer is believed to be sleeping… (Ash: Heh-heh-heh!!!) Then at no count, they sank the blades mercilessly into the mattress, unworthy and heedless of the blood that would stain the silk sheets… They stabbed, again and again… (with the effect of the horses whining in the back ground, as if they were all straining on the toilet) and again and again… till they all got annoyed and drew back the covers…
Empty!!! Empty beds!!! They all whined, and freaked out, destroying the lone room in The Inn of the Prancing Pony…
Except for Ash… who was enjoying stabbing the lone bed… where she believed where Frodo is sleeping…
"Take that! And that! And that! Feel the blade of the Living Wraith, Frodo Baggins! You miserable, helpless and DEAD hobbit…" she screamed and hissed… till Nazgul # 3 had to hit her on the head with the hilt of his sword.
TOINK! "Cut the crap, Nazgul Nine!!! Its not the miserable halflingssssssss! Wrong move!!! We have broken into the wrong innnnnnnnnn!!! I wonder what bosssss issss going to do with usssssssss nowwwwwww… cough… cough… wheez…wheezz… cough… sputter…"
All the other Wraiths gathered around the wheezing, and sputtering hobbit, till it collapsed. Cold and dead on the ground. Still hissing. Ash was the last to join the circle, her sword still stuck on a feathered-pillow.
"Uh-oh. One down." She hissed, as another Nazgul hit her on her hooded head with the hilt of his sword.
~ ~ ~
Horses whined like straining themselves on the toilet (enough with the toilet stuff already!!!), as Strider and Cleff watched them, all awake, from a window, from the inn across the Prancing Pony. All the hobbits are asleep… including Shea, who was drooling on her pillow, using Pippin as her teddybear.
Black circles were forming under Cleff's eyes, since it is like two nights… and she still haven't slept. Strider looked as if he was supposed to stare at the window without blinking. "I am sleepy…" mustered Cleff, as her head began to bob against the window, amidst the horses's incompetent whining.
"Well, why don't you sleep? You have been up here hours for now," Strider reasoned out, pointing to the hobbits and Shea, comfortably snug in their sleeping beds. "I told you, you should have taken the Anduril Coffee beans, they are strong enough to keep you awake…"
Just then, a soft sleepy voice echoed behind them, as Frodo stirred, wiping his eyes, like a cute little ten year old boy awakened by some nightmare. "Strider… what are they?" he said grogilly, enough to startle Cleff and keep her awake on her toes.
"They are the Nazgul, Ring Wraiths…" Strider recited, like from some familiar book. "They were once powerful kings who ruled the land, but one by one they fell into Sauron's evil plans, for the lust for even more power." Frodo listened intently, as Sam, Merry, Pippin and Shea also began to wake up, troubled by the fierce wailing sounding out on the street.
"At all times, they feel the power of the Ring… they fear it, for they fear the prescence of their master…" Strider spoke, his voice lost in the cold wind of the mid-night air.
"They shall come after you, and for the Ring you carry, Frodo," Cleff spoke, looking outside, in fear and absence of the wraiths, with her heart going along to them… for under Sauron… her friendship has also fallen. "They shall never stop hunting you."
"Yeah, yeah," Shea said groggily, still hugging Pippin who was sleeping in her arms. "We know the story, so cut the crap and go to sleep." Merry slapped his hand on his forehead, as Sam and Frodo exchanged clueless glances.
Annoyed, Strider and Cleff looked at each other and raised two, fluffy pillows, and flung it directly at Shea. "Oh yeah?!" they both cried in unison. Somehow, it missed Shea, and hit Frodo and the peacefully sleeping Pippin instead.
Cleff stood wide-eyed, exchanged weird glances with Strider, and gulped. Frodo carefully took off the fluffy pillow off his face, and gave Cleff a piercing, blue-eyed look. "Well, well, well, Master Cleff…" he mustered, a matter-of-factly, as Cleff and Strider flashed innocent smiles. "That was very funny."
Frodo naturally grabbed his pillow, and Merry and Pippin followed suit, screaming, "PILLOW FIGHT!!!" Two pillows hit Cleff and Strider on the face, on the contrary, one hit Sam straight on the back of his head. "Very funny," he whispered menacingly, as he chased Merry and Pippin around the room, pummeling his pillow on their backs, as Shea started jumping up and down, screaming "OOOOOOHHH, A HOBBIT PILLOW FIGHT!!!"
Cleff and Strider could only roll their eyes and collapse, too tired to go to sleep, accompanied by Frodo's innocent giggling. The night went on, and they went to sleep sooner or later, about a few hours left. And they should take the Anduril Coffee Beans Drink, as said by Strider.
A/N: REVIEWSSSSSS PLEAAAAAAAASSSSEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! To those people who read this… HIIIIIII!!!
Cliff: Cliffhanger's goin nuts.
Ash: Maybe because of the Oscar Night.
Cliff: Maybe because LOTR didn't win Best Picture…
Ash: *grumble* You shouldn't have said that…
Cliffhanger: AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!! LOTR SHOULD WIIIIINNN!!! REEEEEEEEEVVVVEEEEENNNNNNNNGGGGGGGEEEEEE!!! *wrecks everything in the room, including the computer*
Ash: Told you so.
