THE HYBRID:
Tired of traveling, the party of hobbits absolutely refused to follow Trotter another step that night. So Frodo lay on the ground moaning and Trotter went off to sulk. Merry was desperate to stop Frodo's noise so they could get some sleep.
MERRY: Look, Frodo! It's Mr. Bilbo's trolls!
TROTTER: Will someone get that stupid motor oil smuggler to shut up?! And Those are MY trolls. I claimed them.
SAM: How?
TROTTER: You don't want to know.
MERRY: Is that what that smell is?
Frodo's moaning grew louder. Trotter was getting frantic
TROTTER: Quick, Sam, find the athelas plant.
SAM: Athelas?
TROTTER: Kingfoiled.
MERRY: Ha. Sounds like you.
SAM: That's a weed...
MERRY: Like him.
SAM:...And I thought it was singsroyal.
TROTTER: It may help me regain the throne.
MERRY: In that case...
A tall person, half blonde half brunette, approached the hobbits and an unsuspecting Trotter slowly.
PIPPIN: An Elf! Is it a boy or a girl?
ELF: What's this? A free ranger caught off his guard?
MERRY: No. Just a foiled king.
ELF: Give us the Hobbit.
FRODO: Who are you?
ELF: We are Glarwenolas!
PIPPIN: So it's two boys and a girl rolled into one. Interesting.
FRODO: A hybrid. I always wanted a hybrid. That way if I run out of gas I can use electricity, and if I run out of electricity I can use gas.
TROTTER: And they're environmentally friendly.
GLAREWNOLAS: Quite! Our Master/father/father's friend sent us to look for you and bring you to Rivendell, Frodo.
Immediately Trotter placed Frodo on the hyrid's back.
TROTTER: Ride hard.
FRODO: Don't look back. You'll knock me off.
Glarwenolas stumbled away, then broke into a weird gallop.
SAM: What are you doing? Those "Stop right where you are and put your hands on your head" things are still out there!
MERRY: Last I heard they had jumped off a 200 foot cliff, ergo....
TROTTER: No, No you can not kill them. They can't even kill themselves!
MERRY: Hmmm. We'll see about that.
PIPPIN: That—some person or thing or idea. Who, whom. Which.
Tired of traveling, the party of hobbits absolutely refused to follow Trotter another step that night. So Frodo lay on the ground moaning and Trotter went off to sulk. Merry was desperate to stop Frodo's noise so they could get some sleep.
MERRY: Look, Frodo! It's Mr. Bilbo's trolls!
TROTTER: Will someone get that stupid motor oil smuggler to shut up?! And Those are MY trolls. I claimed them.
SAM: How?
TROTTER: You don't want to know.
MERRY: Is that what that smell is?
Frodo's moaning grew louder. Trotter was getting frantic
TROTTER: Quick, Sam, find the athelas plant.
SAM: Athelas?
TROTTER: Kingfoiled.
MERRY: Ha. Sounds like you.
SAM: That's a weed...
MERRY: Like him.
SAM:...And I thought it was singsroyal.
TROTTER: It may help me regain the throne.
MERRY: In that case...
A tall person, half blonde half brunette, approached the hobbits and an unsuspecting Trotter slowly.
PIPPIN: An Elf! Is it a boy or a girl?
ELF: What's this? A free ranger caught off his guard?
MERRY: No. Just a foiled king.
ELF: Give us the Hobbit.
FRODO: Who are you?
ELF: We are Glarwenolas!
PIPPIN: So it's two boys and a girl rolled into one. Interesting.
FRODO: A hybrid. I always wanted a hybrid. That way if I run out of gas I can use electricity, and if I run out of electricity I can use gas.
TROTTER: And they're environmentally friendly.
GLAREWNOLAS: Quite! Our Master/father/father's friend sent us to look for you and bring you to Rivendell, Frodo.
Immediately Trotter placed Frodo on the hyrid's back.
TROTTER: Ride hard.
FRODO: Don't look back. You'll knock me off.
Glarwenolas stumbled away, then broke into a weird gallop.
SAM: What are you doing? Those "Stop right where you are and put your hands on your head" things are still out there!
MERRY: Last I heard they had jumped off a 200 foot cliff, ergo....
TROTTER: No, No you can not kill them. They can't even kill themselves!
MERRY: Hmmm. We'll see about that.
PIPPIN: That—some person or thing or idea. Who, whom. Which.