Notice.

Persons attempting to find this narrative amusing will be prosecuted; persons attempting to like or hate it will be banished; persons attempting to find a moral in it should seek psychiatric help.

BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR

PER J.R.R.T., CHIEF OF HOBBITS.

Explanatory.

In this fanfiction, a number of dialects should be used, to wit: the English dialect of both the upper and lower class, the Scottish dialect, the Missouri Negro dialect, and the ordinary Pike-Country dialect; and no modified varieties of this last. The shadings have been done in a hap-hazard fashion, and by guess-work; but painstakingly, and without the trustworthy guidance or support of personal familiarity with these several forms of speech.

I make this explanation for that reason that without it many readers would suppose that all these characters were not trying to talk different and succeeding.

THE AUTHOR.

Chapter 1

It was a dark and stormy night and four very small, frightened hobbits were frantically running away from nine evil Ring Wraiths.

"What's going on?" Pippin asked.

"Those riders are looking for something or someone…Frodo?" Merry questioned.

"We must leave the Shire, Sam and I must get to Bree." Frodo answered.

"Right. Buckleberry Ferry!" Merry shouted, leading the way towards the Brandywine River.

The hobbits rushed as fast as their short hobbit legs would carry them. Sam, Merry, and Pippin jumped on the raft nearest to the dock. Frodo was still coming out of the forest. He made it on the raft just in the nick of time.

"What are y'all doin' on my raft?" A boy questioned.

The four hobbits looked at each other in the darkness in surprise.

"We are most sorry. We did not realize that anyone was on this raft." Frodo finally answered.

"Well, I guess then that's okay then. I'm not to care too much anyway." The boy replied.

"Thank you." Frodo said, graciously.

The boy nodded towards the hobbits before entering a shelter-like structure on the other side of the raft.

A couple of hours later the sun began to rise. The boy emerged from his tent to get a better look at his stowaways.

They seemed to be four boys about his age or maybe a little older. All of them were sleeping.

"Wake up!" The boy said, nudging the shoulder of the dark-haired boy.

The dark-haired boy moaned, turned over, and continued to sleep.

The boy went over to the blonde boy and attempted to wake him next. This boy woke as soon as the boy touched his shoulder.

"Is it morning already, Mr. Frodo?" The boy questioned.

"Frodo? My name's not Frodo." The first boy said indignantly.

Sam took a closer look at the boy and decided that this truly was not his master. He talked different and looked to be a human boy rather than a hobbit.

"Sorry, sir. You just look a lot like Mr. Frodo, beggin' your pardon." Sam replied.

The real Frodo began to stir. "Sam?" Frodo questioned, sitting up.

"I'm here, Master." Sam called, walking over to where Frodo was slowly sitting up.

"Master?" The Frodo-look-alike boy questioned. "I've never heard of no man never havin' a white slave afore."

"Slave?" Frodo questioned, incredulously. "Sam's not my slave. He's my servant. I would never have a slave."

"What's wrong in havin' slaves?" The boys shot back. "I've got one myself anyways in that tent over there."

Frodo gave the boy a shocked look. Finally he was able to say, "Who are you, that was nice enough to let us ride on your raft?"

The boy looked at Frodo for a second and decided that this boy looked trustworthy. "The name's Huckleberry Finn, but call me Huck."

"Nice to meet you Huck. I'm Frodo. That's Sam and the two still sleeping are my cousins Merry and Pippin."

"Isn't Mary a weird sort of name for a boy?" Huck questioned.

Frodo did not answer for a second. The notion never occurred to him. "Well, it's short for Meriadoc." He answered eventually.

At this time a man came out of the tent. "Honey! Who be all dees peoples?"

"These are my very own stowaways. They came a-running unto our raft last night whiles you was sleepin'."

At this, Merry and Pippin began to stir.

"Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, this here is my slave Jim." Huck said.

"Mornin' chiles." Jim said to the hobbits.

The hobbits looked on in curiosity. They did not have slaves in the shire, but had heard of them in a few of Bilbo's tales.

"Huck! That un boy looks like ye." Jim said.

"That's what Sam told me." Huck replied, walking over to Frodo.

Frodo and Huck both stared at each other.

"Frodo is there something that you forgot to tell us?" Merry joked.

"Merry, I don't know if this is really a joking matter." Pippin said.

Frodo and Huck were both still too entranced to answer. Huck held up his hand and Frodo put his against it in wonder. Their fingers matched up almost perfectly. Both quickly jumped away from each other as if in shock.

"It's almost uncanny." Frodo said softly, in wonder.

"And that's no mistake." Sam answered.

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A/N: This was a just a little something that wouldn't leave me alone. It was inspired by another fic on this site called Fred and Huck. I enjoyed it very much and being that The Lord of the Rings and the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn are two of my favorite books and movies, I decided to give it a try. I have more planned and should get it out soon, homework willing, as I had missed nearly five days of school because of illness.

I realize that Jim's accent is not correct. I also realize that it is hard enough to read his accent in the book, so I wanted to make him a little more understandable. I also realize that the "N" word is used in the book to describe Jim. I will be using slave instead.

I have a few ideas for this story, but I haven't decided if Huck is stuck in the LOTRs realm or if the hobbits are stuck in Huck's world yet. Anyone have an opinion either way? Please review. -Jessica