Epilogue
The dragon dropped the four of them off in the outskirts of town to avoid suspicion, and bid them farewell before disappearing from their sight… but not forever. Every so often, the habitants of the Shire claim to have spotted a red object flying in the sky near the Took residence, but none dared to say anything about it in fear of mockery ("A dragon, you say? Have you been smoking that special weed again?"). Sam, Frodo, Merry and Pippin merely smirked and said nothing more when asked their opinion of the sightings.
Estella returned to the Shire to visit her brother, as well as Merry. Both of their mischievous minds combined equaled to trouble, and the couple would often find themselves spending the night in the local jail for their outstanding pranks. However, they wouldn't have it any other way. Merry still regrets not taking any of the wine home with him.
Pippin recovered amazingly quick, and returned to his normal life (whatever normal is) within no time. He still raids Farmer Maggot's crops with Merry, despite all the unfortunate incidents he has had with the farmer's guard dogs. Also, the Took continues to keep random objects in his pockets. His reason? Just in case a dragon comes to kidnap him in a cornfield.
Sam is still afraid of heights, and his Doggit senses remain a part of him. His sharpened sense of smell is a great boost to his cooking skills, and is an even better chef than before. He is also dubbed Middle-earth's first sushi chef.
Frodo decided to write a short fiction about the events that has passed, but never got around to it because of the whole "the One Ring bearer" deal. So he hired me to write it for him, in exchange for the second One Ring. Unfortunately, because of copyright laws (Frodo sold his stories to the Ringmaster himself, Tolkien, therefore if I were to publish what you have just read I would be sued my butt off) I have to settle for posting it on fanfiction (dot) net. Not that it's a bad thing.
But on the bright side, I now have the second One Ring.
Fin.