[WARNING: This is my first story so it may stink!]

Bilbo sat outside waiting for Gandalf the Wizard. "Goodness, he's always late," thought Bilbo to himself. "Why can't he ever be on time? I'm always on time for him, it's the least he could do for me!" Suddenly, out of thin air, Gandalf appeared. "I heard that," he said sourly. "B-but, I was j-just thinking t-t-that," stammered Bilbo. (Bilbo! Wake up and smell the roses! He is a WIZARD! Duh! Gosh!) "DUH! Bilbo, has the ring already emeshed your keen senses? I am a dang WIZARD! You should remember that-!" Another sudden movement caused Gandalf to pause. "What the bloody Mordor was that?!" (my little invention) He peered around the bend, stopped suddenly, and gasped. It was-

More next time! Sorry!