Author's Note: Okay I just want to take this time to thank the following authors for reviewing my story. I would like to thank darkpride, dani the elf, chibi anime grl, legolasluver123, and chibigoten124/ssj3mysticpan. I would suggest that others would kindly check out some of their stories as well. Well the reviews are in and here is chapter three! bows

At Hobbiton..

Gandalf sets off fireworks as hobbits are dancing, talking, and drinking.

Frodo sits down next to Sam, "Come on Sam ask Rosie for a dance!"

Sam reluctantly shakes his head and stands up. "I'll think I'll just have another ale.."

"Oh no you don't!" Frodo shoves Sam into the crowd and soon Sam is dancing with Rosie. Frodo laughs.

Bilbo is telling some hobbit children a tale about him and trolls.

"So there I was, at the mercy of three Monstrous trolls, and they were arguing about How to cook us! Whether it be turned on a spit, or if they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly! They spent so much time arguing the whithertos and whyfors that the first light of the sun crept up over the tops of the trees and POOF! Turned them all to stone!" the children gasp as Bilbo rubs his hands together and nods.

Gandalf sets off a butterfly firework and the children run and try to catch it. He goes to fetch a couple more fireworks from his cart and as soon as he leaves Merry and Pippin sneak up and Pippin gets a large red firework. They take it into a tent and light it.

As Pippin lights it, "There!"

"You're supposed to put it in the ground!" Merry warns him shrilly.

"It is in the ground!" Pippin commented.

"Outside!!!" Merry growls.

"It was your idea!" Pippin protests as the firework goes off leaving him and Merry lying on the ground covered in soot.

The firework bursts into a dragon's head and swoops down on the hobbits. Panicked Frodo tries to warn Bilbo.

"Bilbo watch out for the dragon!" Bilbo shook his head fervently. "Dragon? Nonsense, there hasn't been a dragon around these parts in a thousand years.' he and Frodo hit the ground as the dragon flies over them. The dragon dissolves into fireworks much to all the hobbit's delight.

Merry and Pippin are pleased with the result.

"That was good.." murmurs Merry.

"Lets get another one" says Pippin.

Gandalf appears behind them and takes a firm hold on each of their ears.

"Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took, I might have know." he leads them to the kitchen where they clean the dishes for the rest of the party. Soon all the hobbits are in an uproar and they are all yelling "SPEECH! BILBO! SPEECH!"

"My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots!" there is a yell from the Gaffer of the Proudfoots.

"Proudfeet!" Everyone erupts into laughter.

"Today is my one hundred and eleventh birthday! Alas, eleventy one years is much too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits! I don't know half of you half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve! I have things to do. I've put this off for far too long. I regret to announce this is the end! I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell! Goodbye." He slips a ring on his finger and vanishes. The crowd of hobbits starts to murmur and gasp except for Gandalf.

The gate to Bag End is invisibly opened and Bilbo steps into his hobbit hole. He laughs to himself and puts the ring into his pocket. As he grabs a walking staff and heads for his living room Gandalf is already there.

" I suppose you think that was awfully clever didn't you?" he says as Bilbo turns around startled.

"Oh come on Gandalf! Did you see their faces?" he chuckles then looks dispirited.

"There are a good many magical rings in this world, Bilbo, and none of them should be used lightly!"

"Oh it was just a bit of fun! Oh I do suppose you're right, as usual." Bilbo gathers more things to take with him.

"You will keep an eye on Frodo wont you?"

"Two eyes, as often as I can spare them" Gandalf promises.

"I'm leaving everything to him."

"And this ring of yours is it staying too?"

"Yes its in an envelope on the mantel"

Gandalf turns towards the mantel.

"No. wait its still here in my pocket" he laughs.

"Isn't that odd? Yet why not? Why shouldn't I keep it?" he gazes at the ring lovingly.

Gandalf looks at him cautiously "I think you should leave the ring, behind. Is that so hard?"

Bilbo eyes him nervously " Well no and yes. Now it comes to it. I don't feel like parting with it! I found it! It came to me!"

"There's no need to get angry." Gandalf warns him.

"And what if I'm angry! It's your fault! It's mine. My own, my precious..." Bilbo whispers.

"Precious? It's been called that before, but not by you." Gandalf looks at Bilbo suspiciously.

"What business is it of yours what I do with my own things?"

"I think you've had that ring quite long enough."

"You want it for yourself!"

A shadow draws around Gandalf, revealing the power he usually keeps hidden.

"Do not take me for some conjuror of cheap tricks! I am not trying to rob you! I'm trying to help you."

The shadow fades and he is the kind old man again. Bilbo runs to him.

"All your long years, we have been friends. Trust me now as you once did. Let it go."

"You're right. The ring must go to Frodo. It's late, and the road is long. Yes, it is time."

Bilbo gathers his pack and heads out the door. Gandalf stops him on the doorstep. "Bilbo, the ring is still in your pocket." He mentions.

"Oh, yes." Bilbo takes out the ring, holds it on his palm, and with a great effort, turns his hand until the ring slips off and drops on the floor. Bilbo walks out, takes a deep breath.

"I've thought of an ending for my book. 'And he lived happily ever after, to the end of his days."

"And I'm sure you will, old friend."

"Good bye, Gandalf."

They shake hands, friends as always.

"Goodbye, dear Bilbo."

Bilbo heads down the road singing.

The Road goes ever on and on

Out from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

let others follow it that can!

Let them a journey new begin,

But I at last with weary feet

will turn towards the lighted inn,

my evening-rest and sleep to meet.

At Mirkwood.

Aragorn turns as a group of orcs jump on top of several elves. He unsheathes his sword and chops the head off the nearest one. Legolas and three elves shoot arrows into the necks of retreating orcs. Thranduil dives behind a bush as the elves and Aragorn fight the rest of the orcs. Legolas yells at Aragorn.

"They must have been following Nienna! You've got to get out of here!!" Aragorn nods then bows. He dodges an attack from a row of orcs and runs out of Mirkwood.

Legolas yells something to a she-elf fighting nearby and she follows Aragorn.

Aragorn ducks into a marsh and makes his way through it as he hears footsteps behind him. He pulls out his sword and yells.

"Who goes there?" a person runs up to him and bows...

Author's Note: Well? Mwwhhhahhahaha I got everyone with a cliffhanger again.holds up a sign that says READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!