Well hello all, I haven't updated for quite some time have I? sorry about that. I've been busy with school. Anyways. Here's the next chapter. I know its short, but I had cut it off there because that's where I stopped writing that day and I was planning on typing it up that night and posting it, but I didn't… so yeah. Don't worry the next chapter will be coming along soon, I have it written just not typed up. So here is the next chapter, hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings.  If I did, I wouldn't be broke.

You're as Short as a Hobbit

Chapter 3

By Stellamucca

            The group had walked for some time when they finally reached Bree.  It was surrounded by a large wall and had a gate, which was watched by an old man.  They ran across the road to the gate and Frodo knocked on the door.

            The gatekeeper opened a small window in the top and looked out, when he saw a girl standing there he asked, "What are you doing out at this time of night?" ~Wow, she's dressed oddly.~

            "We're going to the inn," Malice said.  The keeper then closed the small window and opened the gate.

            "Hobbits!" he exclaimed, "Five hobbits! And four youths," he looked puzzled.

            "Excuse me," Katie said, "but I am not a hobbit. I'm not even close to the height of a hobbit, Im almost a foot taller than they are. And, I don't have big hairy feet."

            "Who are you and what business do you have here in Bree?" he gatekeeper asked, ignoring Katie's ranting.

            "I am Mr. Underhill, we wish to stay at the in, our business is our own." Frodo answered flatly.

            "I meant ye no harm, It's my job to ask questions at this time of night," he said as he stepped aside allowing the group to walk through.  ~I still think she's a hobbit.~ he thought as he watched them walk away.

            Katie grumbled to herself, "A hobbit. Heh. I'm not a hobbit."

            "You're as short as a hobbit," Phillip said.

            "I AM NOT! I'm over a foot taller than they are!" she shouted.  Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pip looked over at her.

            "Are you saying there's something wrong with being a hobbit?" Pippin asked her.

            "No, not at all, it's just… I get made fun of for being short," she said as she glared at Jen, Flip, and Kassi. (The instigators of the short jokes)

            They stopped when they saw a sign with a picture of a pony hanging over a door.  Opening the door, they walked inside.  The inn was full of all kinds of people.  Frodo stood at the front of the group and tried to get the innkeeper's attention.  "Excuse me," he said, trying to be over heard above the noise of the inn.

            A moment later, the innkeeper was looking down at the hobbits.  "Good evening little masters, if its accommodations you want, we have some nice cozy hobbit size rooms available Mr.?"

            "Underhill.  My name's Underhill," Frodo replied.  "We're friends of Gandalf, can you tell him we've arrived?"

            "Gandalf… hmm,"  he thought for a moment, "Oh! Gandalf, elderly chap, big beard, pointy hat.  Not seen him in six months."

            Frodo looked very worried and turned to the others.  "What are we going to do?" he whispered quietly.  The other hobbits shrugged.  "I guess we'll just wait for him." He said sadly.

            The travelers then joined the group of people in the main room of the inn.  Sam and Frodo sat quietly at a table while Merry and Pippin enjoyed talking to the locals. The five teens sat at another table talking.  Everyone stared at them because they looked very out of place in the inn.

            "Hey, that's Aragorn," Katie whispered quietly to Kassi who sat at beside her, as she pointed to a man sitting in the corner.

            "I know," Kassi said, "I've seen the movie and I'm reading the book."

            "The books are better," Katie stated, "Books are always better, most of the time."

            Sudden silence ensued between the teens, as they heard Pippin beginning to talk about Bilbo.  When Frodo realized that Pippin was talking about his uncle and that soon everyone would know that Frodo was a Baggins, he immediately jumped upon the table and began to sing (this part is from the book not the movie, 'cause the book is a billion times better)

            "There us an inn, a merry old inn

                  beneath an old grey hill,

            And there they brew a beer so brown

            That the Man in the Moon himself came down

                  one night to drink his fill.

            The ostler has a tipsy cat

                 that okays a five-stringed fiddle;

                 and up and down he runs his bow,

            Now squeaking high, now purring low,

                now sawing in the middle.

            The landlord keeps a little dog

                 that is mighty fond of jokes;

            When there's good cheer among the guests,

            He cocks and ear at all the jests

                 and laughs until he chokes.

            They also keep a horned cow

                 as proud as any queen;

            But music turns her head like ale,

            And makes her wave her tufted tail

                 and dance upon the green.

            And O! the rows of silver dishes

                 and the store of silver spoons!

            For Sunday there's a special pair,

            And these they polish up with care

                 on Saturday afternoons.

            The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,

                 and the cat began to wail;

            A dish and a spoon on the table danced,

            The cow in the garden madly pranced,

                 and the little dog chased his tail.

            The Man in the Moon took another mug,

                 and then rolled beneath his chair;

            And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,

            Till in the sky the stars were pale,

                 and dawn was in the air.

            Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:

                 'The white horses of the Moon,

            They neigh and champ their silver bits;

            But their master's been and drowned his wits,

                 and the Sun'll be rising soon!'

            So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,

                 a jig that would wake the dead:

            He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,

            While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:

                 'It's after three!' he said.

            They rolled the Man slowly up the hill

                 and bundled him into the Moon,

            While his horses galloped up in rear,

            And the cow came capering like a deer,

                 and a dish ran up with the spoon.

            Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;

                 the dog began to roar,

            The cow and the horses stood on their heads;

            The guests all bounded from their beds

                 and danced upon the floor.

            With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!

                 the cow jumped over the Moon,

            And the little dog laughed to see such fun,

            And the Saturday dish went off at a run

                 with the silver Sunday spoon.

            The round Moon rolled behind the hill,

                 as the Sun raised up her head.

            She hardly believed her fiery eyes;

            For though it was day, to her surprise

                 they all went back to bed!"

            When he finished everyone cheered and made him have another drink, as they thought drunkenness was the reason for the random outburst.  He began the song again and when he sang, "the cow jumped over the moon," he leapt into the air and came crashing down in a tray of drinks and then fell to the floor.

            "Oh, here he goes, silly hobbit," Katie said quietly to no one in particular.

            As Frodo hit the floor, the ring flew into the air and landed on Frodo's finger.  A gasp went though the room for where Frodo had been there was now nothing.  The hobbits all looked at each other with horrified faces.  ~Oh! Now he's done it.~ Pippin thought to himself.

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hmm… that was a rather dull chapter. im sorry. ill try to make the next on better. Don't forget to push that button down there and review please! ^^

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