A/N: Wow, I'm sorry I took this long. I just suffered from a writers block for a long time and I didn't like writing anymore because of that. Now I found a way to have fun again while writing the story.I hope you enjoy where I am going with this and it wouldn't hurt a bit if you'd review )

Chapter 3

Merry and Pippin were determined to find Rosies brother at the Green Dragon. While making their way to the inn, Pippin continued to exclaim how excited he was.

"Merry, I am soo excited! But, but, what if Rosies brother tells us Rosie has got Frodo's socks and well, it ends our adventure? I don't want that to happen!"

"Pip, you can whine all you want but let's just wait how this'll turn out. You don't hear a professional detective whine about a good ending of it's case, do you?"

"Tough one, let me think that one over..", said Pippin.

Merry slapped Pippin softly across the face and gave him an all knowing look.

"Of course not. A detective will be happy to end it's case well."

Pippin's temper was dampened as soon as the words left Merry's mouth. Not only did he feel like a fool, reminiscing Gandalf's strict face, he also did not want this case to end.

"Pip, stop pouting. If this case ends tonight we can always take on another case."

Pippin grabbed Merry's arm and halted him abruptly.

"I suppose you're right Merry, but look at it this way; why can't we just bug someone else about this, and have a little bit more extra fun? Aye?", Pippin said, while looking at Merry with a piercing gaze, or so he tried.

"No, that just a load of nonsense Pip. We'll do what a real detective would do. End of story.", Merry answered, seeming unpleased with Pippin's suggestion.

"Fine', said Pippin while folding his arms "Let's do what Meriadoc wants, he is after all, the wisest and oldest." Pippin's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"You can talk sarcastic about this matter but it will not change the case. Be real for just one second. I ám the oldest, and as for the wisest, well, let's say I'll let you decide that one..", provoked Merry.

"And what's that supposed to mean?", asked an offended Pippin.

"You know very well what I speak off.."

"Keep your mouth shut or you'll be sorry!"

"Well Pip, I haven't said anything offensive. Guess that shows just how smart you are, always misinterpreting stuff."

Pippin didn't like this at all, and he tried very hard not to lose his control. Heavy breaths could be heard and Merry awaited Pippin's drift.

"That does it Merry, you're asking for it!"

"Always late with a reply too, slowpoke!", said Merry.

This was Pippin's cue as to do something, he hit Merry right in the face. They wrestled around and cheers could be heard by both of them, such as 'You stupid Took' and 'take this' followed by some bangs.

Seeing as they were almost in front of the Green Dragon, and they made a lot of noise, a crowd was being formed.

It began with just three Hobbits cheering for the two, but pretty soon all Hobbits who were seated in the Green Dragon went outside to see what all the fuss was about.

The two wanted to keep a low profile at the beginning of their 'case' but it seemed all was failing pretty soon.

"Look who we've got here", a loud voice interrupted.

The two kept wrestling but as soon as they recognized the voice they stopped and stayed in their positions. It looked rather uncomfortable, Pippin was sitting on top of Merry while holding him in a locked grip.

"Legolas, it's you!", Pippin exclaimed, genuinely excited.

"My friends, why don't you stop this nonsense and have an ale with an old friend?"

They both let out a snort.

An overexcited Hobbit however, thought differently. "No way, we want to see who wins!"

"Yeah", the crowd yelled along.

Merry formed a serious face and told the crowd

"No, this was all a mistake, I'm not going to hurt my friend any longer. The fight is over."

"We will however continue if you give us money.. Depends on the ammount, of course!", an enthusiastic Pippin exclaimed, while getting the look from Merry that he got all the time.

"I'll give you two free ales, as much as you want!", a hobbit chanted.

"The winner can have my daughter!", another chimed in, followed by a snort from apparently his daughter.

"There will be no fighting while I am here, reunited with my friends whom I haven't seen for a long time.", Legolas added.

"What are you doing here anyway? Go back to where you came from, foreigner!", a drunk hobbit replied. He was known as a wild boy, not to be toyed with. He had blond hair and was rather buff for a hobbit.

"Shut up, you bolger! Why don't you go back to where you originally came from!", Pippin said.

This wasn't supposed to happen, and it had potential to turn into a fist fight. And so, Merry felt the need to stop this immediately.

"You guys, you need to shut up, all of you! Otherwise I am forced to sing for you all night long. Not just some songs, no, I will perform an opera together with my friends Legolas and Pippin. I promise you, you will never be the same again."

The hobbits seemed to think it all over.

"In a bad way, of course!", added Pippin.

Everybody seemed calmed down all of a sudden. Well, not that sudden, after Merry's horrible threat of course, and so they proceeded back inside the Inn.

"Legolas, you old chap, what are you doing here?", asked Merry.

"Well, I heard of your new adventure, and frankly, I want to be a part of your gang."

"What?! How did you get to hear that we were having another enormous adventure?", asked Pippin, clearly proud yet eager for more information from our beloved Elf.

"Dare you even ask? The word has been out in all of Middle-Earth! I heard it from two strangers in Bree, Gimli and myself happened to be around and we heard some strangers talking about your golden sock incident. How exciting! To look for the lost golden sock, the last item of the heritage of the ancestors of the great Tooks! You little hobbits are so noble."

"Clearly there must be some misunderstanding...", Pippin said but he was cut off by Merry.

"Pippin is kind of in awe because of the news spreading around so fast. Excuse me for a while so I can calm him down", Merry said, while putting his arm sympathetically around Pippin's shoulders, and walking to a familiar spot. A tree where the two used to hide before the familiar queste.

"Merry, that is so overreacted what Legolas said! Not to mention completely untrue.."

"Pip, you are so naive. If we find poor old Frodo's socks, we will be respected even more, there will be more songs and tales and everything! Can't you see it, Merry, our names in Gold.", Merry explained, while gesturing with his hands. Pippin seemed to be drifted into his own little world.

"Now, Pip, are you in, or are you out?"

"I'm in Merry, for sure."

"Great!", said Merry, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "now all you have to do is play along this game.."

And so they headed back to Legolas.

"Is Pippin al right?", asked Legolas, for it seemed that he was still in a state of shock.

"He is, don't worry. However, my dearest Legolas, I'm sorry to inform you that you cannot be in our little 'gang', as you merely put it. You see, we were given this task by Frodo, and we were not to include anyone in our 'gang'."

Legolas was disappointed by this. He let out a small 'oh' and seemed on the verge of tears.

"That doesn't mean that we can't use you as a tool. A spy, I mean. Tell us everything we need to know about this case, and we might credit you in the end too. Deal?"

"Deal!", the Elf yelled, and they shook hands.

"Now, Legolas, we can go inside and proceed to talk about the things you know which concerns this case."

The Elf nodded and the threesome went to the Inn to talk about serious matters.

A/N: I finally know where I'm going with this story – a little bit. I hope you liked it even though this one was a bit boring I suppose. But hold on, more is coming, and I think it will be better. R&R!