So the hobbits continued their journey through the woods and snagged a raft. Eventually they made it to the Prancing Pony, a little hotel in the next town. Gandalf was supposed to be meeting them there. Little did they know that Gandalf wouldn't be making it...because of a certain meeting with Sarumon.

"How do you know all of this Sarumon?" Gandalf asked his colleague, the white wizard.

"Well, duh, I've turned to the dark side. Naturally," Sarumon said, kicking the shiznit out of Gandalf and locking him on the roof, "Now until you behave you're not coming down!"

Froho and the other hobbits went into the Prancing Pony and approached the bar keep.

"We're here to meet Gandalf the Gay...I mean Grey," Froho said, looking up at the guy.

"Nobody here by that name!" the barkeep replied, "Sorry kid."

"I'm not a KID!" Froho complained, walking away, "I'm 50! I like to kick orcs, stretch and punch giant spiders! I'm 5-0."

"Who are you kidding Froho?" Pippin said, "You don't kill a darn thing through the whole book!"

"You're a little wuss," Merry nodded.

"Shaddap," Froho said, "Let's just get drunk."

"Sweet," Merry said, "Froho's buying!"

And so the little hobbits drank and eventually got very drunk. Froho accidentally bumped into a tall and dark figure covered in a dark cloak.

"Why don't chu watch where youuuuu're going!" Froho giggled, tripping over his own two hairy feet.

"Excuse you," the tall stranger said in a deep, beautiful voice, "You ran into me you stupid kid."

"I'm not a kid!!" Froho slurred.

"My bad. You're a DRUNK kid."

"Now that's better! ...I mean...heeeey."

"C'mon," the man said, grabbing Froho up and carrying him to his room.

After carrying him into his room, the man set Froho down on the bed.

"Hey..." Froho said, sobering up, "You...aren't going to rape me are you?"

"I have a girlfriend, thanks," the man said, unveiling his beautiful face, "And she's the one documenting this story! ...I mean...no...she's an elf... Where did that come from?"

"Maybe you're drunk too," Froho said, petting his new evil chain.

"What are you doing?" the man asked.

"I got this new pimp bracelet! I'm suppose to meet someone here to they can help me destroy it but he's not here."

"That sucks."

"I know this," Froho said, putting the chain away, "Plus this chain has MINIONS! What was that gay guy thinkin' when he gave this thing to me? I can't get to Mordor without his help anyway!"

"Oh. So you have the wraiths after you?" the man said, rubbing his chin, "That really sucks."

"You know what those nasty black things are?"

"Hell yes I do!" he said, sticking out his hand to Froho, "I'm Aragorn. I have like a billion other names but for simplicity's sake just call me Aragorn."

"I'm Froho."

"...I think you and your little friends better stay here with me tonight."

"...Why? You aren't going to rape them are you?"

"NO!" Aragorn said, "How many times do I have to tell you?! I've got a GIRLfriend. I'm not into dudes. Or kids."

"I'M NOT A KID."

"Whatever. Just get them."

"Fine. Whatever."

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Ch. 2... all I have done so far. I'll continue if you...review :)