THEM:
Five Black Riders crashed through the gate, singing "Push" loudly and better than Matcxhbox 20. After racing through the streets of Bree for half an hour, one of them found the Prancing Phony. As quietly as their chain mail would allow, they filed into a random bedroom, and found four beds.
#7: Stop right where you are and put your hands on your head, or I'll shoot!
Nothing moved. #7 thought this very strange, there should have been at least a "Won't" from one of the beds, if not a "Bang". The other Black Riders wondered if the megaphone wasn't overkill.
#7: Shoot. They ain't here.
After the Black Riders left, Trotter climbed out from underneath the beds and the hobbits instantly barraged him with questions.
PIPPIN: Where's the chamber pot?
MERRY: Is it time for breakfast?
SAM: Do you have any ketchup?
FRODO: What are they?
Being an ambitious sort of person, Trotter endeavored to answer at least one of the Hobbits' questions.
TROTTER: They were once men...no wait, they were once Great Kings of Men, who ruled wisely over...no, that's wrong...um, well anyways, The Dark Lord Deceiver...I mean Sauron...was playing horseshoes...no, it was Toss the KeyRing...yeah, and he won them all at the county fair.
HOBBITS: Oh.
MERRY: So...Is it time for breakfast?
Five Black Riders crashed through the gate, singing "Push" loudly and better than Matcxhbox 20. After racing through the streets of Bree for half an hour, one of them found the Prancing Phony. As quietly as their chain mail would allow, they filed into a random bedroom, and found four beds.
#7: Stop right where you are and put your hands on your head, or I'll shoot!
Nothing moved. #7 thought this very strange, there should have been at least a "Won't" from one of the beds, if not a "Bang". The other Black Riders wondered if the megaphone wasn't overkill.
#7: Shoot. They ain't here.
After the Black Riders left, Trotter climbed out from underneath the beds and the hobbits instantly barraged him with questions.
PIPPIN: Where's the chamber pot?
MERRY: Is it time for breakfast?
SAM: Do you have any ketchup?
FRODO: What are they?
Being an ambitious sort of person, Trotter endeavored to answer at least one of the Hobbits' questions.
TROTTER: They were once men...no wait, they were once Great Kings of Men, who ruled wisely over...no, that's wrong...um, well anyways, The Dark Lord Deceiver...I mean Sauron...was playing horseshoes...no, it was Toss the KeyRing...yeah, and he won them all at the county fair.
HOBBITS: Oh.
MERRY: So...Is it time for breakfast?