Yeah, this chapter is short. And wierd. Oh well...
It was late night, when all were asleep, that the Nose made its move. Its host, the one they called Merry, awoke easily if it could be called awake, his senses deadened and his body made subject to the Nose's will. They were soft, these hobbits. Quite easy to deal with. It had dealt with many other races that required much more than this puny effort! Its first failure was a fluke, he had moved too soon. A mistake not likely to be duplicated. The four who knew thought that it was subdued. They were never more wrong. As for the wizard, yes, even wizards can be easy at times. He had placed a doubt, a very small doubt into his mind. Soon it would consume him. And if not, something else would. Oh yes, the Nose had a plan. It directed Merry towards Bag End, making him walk through a few puddles just to make the walk challenging. He'd wake up with a cold maybe, and that would make its job a bit easier.

It crept into Bag End easily. The stupid hobbits never locked their doors, much the better. The wizard was snoozing in front of the fire, pipe still in hand. The Nose paused. Perhaps he didn't need to be killed. He could serve a better purpose--an explanation for the disappearance of that silly Baggins. It made Merry shake his arm, and the wizard started.

"Wha?" he said "Merry?"

"Hello, Gandalf," he hissed. "I have come for you."