A/N: Here is the second part of my trilogy! I should have explained in previous Chapters...Tho and Chase are both people who are from where Ryan and Angela are...and I decided to include them into the story as well .

Two Elves, A Hobbit And Middle Earth.

The Two Towers.

Chapter One.

Of Nightmares, Rocky Reminders and Two More Accompanying Individuals.

Ryan lay on the rocky, hard surface. The other two hobbits who he was accompanying to Mordor were asleep. He wiggled around on the ground.

"I think I'm sleeping on a pinecone," he huffed, trying to get comfortable. He thought about that, wondering if Middle Earth even had pinecones. He reached behind his back and pulled out a rock, which had been sticking into his back. He looked at it, shrugged, and pocketed it. He wanted to start his collection back up, so he could get the dwarf.

That's if he ever saw the dwarf again that was...

Suddenly Frodo awoke suddenly, sitting up startled.

"Gandalf!" he cried out, slowly waking up from his nightmare.

"No, it's Ryan. I don't appreciate being mistaken for a wizard...when clearly he is a kazillion times taller than me...and just about as old as that too..." Ryan huffed.

"What is it Mr Frodo?" Sam asked, also startled by the hobbit waking up suddenly.

Frodo lay back on the ground again.

"Nothing," he muttered. "Just a dream,"

The following day, the threesome made their way through Emyn Muil. Ryan glanced at Mordor. He started to wonder if he should have come...or if he should have stayed with the others to continue causing chaos to Gimli, and continue to tease his sister about her stalkishly-type feelings for Legolas.

Sam glared at the fiery far-off wasteland which they were travelling too.

"Mordor," he sneered. "The one place in Middle-Earth we don't want to see any closer, is the one place we're trying to get too,"

"Yeah, kind of ironic, isn't it?" Ryan said, slumping down onto the ground in protest of not going any further until he had a rest. His feet were aching terribly.

Sam looked from Ryan situated on the ground, to Frodo.

"Let's face it Mr Frodo," Sam sighed. "We're lost. I don't think Gandalf meant for us to come this way,"

"He didn't mean for a lot of things to happen Sam," Frodo said, sympathetically.

"But they did," Ryan frowned, finishing off the hobbits' sentence glumly.

Frodo's glance turned to Mordor, staring at the beyond. He begins to shudder suddenly, sitting down.

Sam, looking at Frodo rather concerned, sat down also.

"Mr Frodo?" he asked his friend, concerned. "It's the ring, isn't it?"

"It's getting heavier," Frodo sighed, clutching the ring to his chest and taking a drink of water from his sachet.

"Hey, so are my pockets," Ryan said, looking at his pockets, which were beginning to fill up with rocks again. Frodo cracked a smile, water dripping out of his mouth at the humorous thought he had of what Ryan would do with those rocks as soon as they caught up with Gimli once again.

Sam removed his bag off his back, sighing from the weight lifted from his sore back. He starts digging through.

"What food have we got left?" Frodo enquired.

"Well let me see..."Sam said, as he reached through his knapsack.

"Any pizza?" Ryan asked, hoping for something other than lembas bread.

"Pizza?" Frodo asked confused.

"We don't have any pizza," Sam replied, his eyebrow raised in curiosity of this supposed-food named pizza. "Oh yes, but we do have some more Lembas bread," he added, scoffed.

"And look!" he exclaimed, reaching into his bag and pulling out some more pieces of the bread. "More...Lembas bread!" he added sarcastically, ripping off a couple of pieces and handing them to his hobbit counterparts.

"Do you have any vegemite?" Ryan asked, eying the bread, receiving yet another confused look off both Frodo and Sam.

"I don't usually hold to foreign food," Sam said, shrugging off Ryan's question, the other hobbit still eying his piece of bread. "But this Elvish stuff – it's not bad,"

"Nothing ever dampens your spirits, does it, Sam?" Frodo commented, chuckling

Ryan cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. Something had to dampen the other hobbit's spirits. He couldn't be happy all the time, could he?

Sam sighed. "Those rain clouds might," he said, nodding towards the clouds which tumbled towards the threesome.

Later on that day, Frodo, Sam and Ryan continued on their journey, travelling through more rocky parts of Emyn Muil. Ryan looked around. He had a funny feeling about this place.

"This looks strangely familiar," Sam pointed out.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," Ryan huffed.

"How could I take the words out of your mouth if you didn't speak?" Sam enquired, confused.

Frodo caught up with the two. "That's because we've been here before," he replied in answer to Sam's comment. "We're going in circles,"

"Are you sure we're not going in a square?" Ryan asked, shrugging.

"Ugh, what is that horrid stink?" Sam scoffed.

"Are you sure your nose isn't too close to your armpit?" Ryan laughed, Frodo cracking a smile at the hobbit's joke.

"I wonder if there's a nasty bog nearby," Sam said, shrugging off the comment from Ryan. "Can you smell it?"

"Yes, I can smell it," Frodo said, glancing around.

"Wow, that smells just as bad as Tho's feet," Ryan scrunched his nose up.

"We're not alone," Frodo mumbled, turning to Sam and Ryan.

"Do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do" Ryan said, singing the Twilight Zone theme, as the hobbits pressed on.

As nightfall came, the hobbits set down to sleep. Ryan was sick of sleeping on the ground, and he missed his bed. He also missed Angela and Sarah. He felt like walking off and finding them somehow, but figured that he'd probably get lost.

Or kidnapped.

Or eaten.

Or stomped on.

The possibilities were endless. He soon fell asleep thinking of all the things that could happen. It was like counting sheep, only it was thinking what would happen if he did go to join up with his girlfriend and his sister once again.

Ryan soon found himself being awoken suddenly, with the sound of voices coming from above. He thought it was just in his head, but he saw shadowy figures looming when he glanced quickly towards the cliff face above. He lay still, trying not to indicate to the mysterious creatures that he was aware of their presence.

"They're thieves," one huffed, in a low, grunting voice.

"Thieves," the second voice came as an echo to the first.

"Filthy little thieves," the first voice came again. "Where is it? Where is it?" the voice continued. Ryan felt his heart sink into his stomach. Was this creature a physical form of Sauron? He didn't dare move, listening on to the two voices from above.

"They stole it from us, my precious," the first voice stated, the tonality in its voice growling with anger.

"Curse them!" the second voice sneered. Ryan became suspicious of the second voice. It sounded rather familiar. He wondered if it was Tho again, and if it was, he was going to give him a piece of his mind. However, the voice did not sound like Tho.

It sounded more like Chase.

Ryan thought about the last time he came into contact with Chase. He laughed inside, remembering the loud grunt Chase made when he hit him with a rock in Moria. Ryan continued to listen.

"Curse them!" the first voice once again spoke, sneering and growling. "We hates them! It's ours it is, and we wants it," it continued. Ryan observed the two figures coming closer to him and his companies, and began to silently panic as one of the figures began to reach for Frodo.

"It...the ring..." Ryan muttered to himself. He grabbed the creature's arm, which pulled itself free of Ryan's grasp. Suddenly, Sam and Frodo grabbed it, pulling it off the cliff face and onto the ground.

Ryan pulled the second figure down off the cliff, and it was who he suspected. Chase.

"Chase?!" Ryan remarked. "I thought you were at the bottomless abyss of Moria with a concussion," he continued, raising an eyebrow. Chase shrugged, and looked at the two hobbits fighting the creature.

The all-on-brawl continued in front of the other two, who had decided to stand away and observe. Sam and Frodo continued to fight the creature, who was trying in all-out desperation to reach the ring which was situated around Frodo's neck. Sam reached for the creature's leg to pull him away from his companion, only to receive a slap, sending him flying backwards, the creature going back to trying to get the ring, grunting and huffing.

"He sounds like a vacuum-cleaner," Ryan chuckled, receiving a blank stare off Chase.

"That's okay," the hobbit glared back. "Don't laugh...don't react...I'm not trying to amuse anyone here," he continued, turning his attention back to the three wrestlers, waiting for the right opportunity to jump in and get into it as well.

In his own desperation, Sam grabbed the creature, lifting it off the ground, only this time, receiving a bite to his arm.

"Yargh!" the hobbit cried out, as he hit the ground, wrestling with the mysterious being which attacked him.

"You're going to need a tetnus shot for that," Ryan commented.

Suddenly, Frodo unsheathed Sting, and pointed it towards the creature's neck, it laid on the ground, defensively holding its hands up as a sign of surrendering.

"This is Sting," Frodo snickered at the creature. "You've seen it before, haven't you, Gollum?"

"That's Gollum..." Ryan nodded to himself as a mental note.

"Release him, or I'll cut your throat," Frodo warned Gollum, who looked like he was ready to cry from fright.

Gollum cried out, letting the other hobbit go. His companion, Chase, just blinked blankly at the situation.

The following morning, the group of five were travelling again. Both Gollum and Chase were tied together with Sam's Elvish rope, which he proudly reported was given to him by Lady Galadriel. Chase didn't seem to be too worried with the situation however Gollum was acting rather melodramatic about the whole being-led-by-a-leash gig, who was flailing and moaning around, almost as if he was about to drop dead from the whole ordeal.

"It burns!" Gollum cried out in pain. "It burns us! It freezes...nasty Elves twisted it! Take it off us!"

"Quiet you," Sam snapped orderly at the creature.

"Hey, have you and Sarah been comparing notes?" Ryan asked. "She says that exact same thing,"

"Ahhhh!" the creature cried out in torture.

"It's hopeless!" Sam yelled, surrendering. "Every orc in Mordors gonna hear this racket! Let's just tie him up and leave him,"

"I second that notion, along with Chase," Ryan nodded, staring at Chase for support, who just stared at him blankly.

"You don't really show a lot of emotion, do you Chase?" Ryan muttered.

"No!" Gollum protested. "That would kill us...kill us!"

"Well, at least you wouldn't be giving us a headache on the rest of our journey," Ryan grumbled, holding his head in pain as if the signal 'it hurts'.

"It's not more than you deserve!" Sam scoffed in retaliation at Gollum, the creature on the ground rolling around, wailing in absolute agony.

"Hey," Ryan said, in observation. "He looks like Sarah when she throws a temper-tantrum," the hobbit added, smiling to his self.

"Maybe he does deserve to die," Frodo glared at him in the pathetic display he was showing on the ground. He sighed, and continued, "But now that I do see him, I do pity him,"

This got Gollum to stop wailing in agony.

"That's the trick, isn't it?" Ryan muttered. "They chuck a tantrum, you agree to their terms," Chase blinked at the hobbit's observation of the situation.

"Thanks for your opinion Chase," Ryan nodded, receiving yet another blank stare.

"We be nice to them, if they be nice to us," Gollum grinned at Frodo. "Take it off us!"

"I don't trust this," Sam said to Frodo.

"Neither do I," Ryan nodded in agreement. "And that goes for Chase too. Chase, if you agree do not react to me talking,"

Chase blinked blankly at Ryan, who smiled, nodding. "See, he agrees."

Gollum looked at the three hobbits, leaning up on his knees. "We swears to do what you wants. We swears,"

"I think you should sign a contract," Ryan nodded. Sam nodded in agreement, not sure of what a contract is, but it sounded good.

"There is no promise you can make that I can trust," Frodo said sternly.

"We swears...to serve the master of the Precious," Gollum said, begging. "We will swear on...on...the Precious! Gollum, Gollum,"

"I didn't like the end two words," Ryan said, wryly.

"The ring is treacherous," Frodo nodded to Ryan, turning back to Gollum. "It will hold you to your word,"

Gollum nodded his head, almost in defeat. "Yes...on the precious," he said, crawling up to Frodo and glaring up at him, continuing. "...On the Precious,"

"I don't believe you!" Sam ran forward, pulling on the rope which was attached to Gollum's neck, pulling him to the ground.

"Do you think if I did that to you, you would at least react to it?" Ryan asked Chase, whispering, receiving another blank gesture from him. Ryan shrugged in defeat, giving up on getting a reply from him.

Meanwhile, Sam was infuriated at Gollum.

"Get Down! Get Down!" he snapped at the creature.

"Sam!" Don't Sam!" Frodo yelled in protest, rushing to his friend's side.

"He's trying to trick us!" Sam snapped, Ryan nodding in agreement. "If we let him go, he'll throttle us in out sleep!"

During this, Gollum was on the ground, attempting to gasp a few deep puffs of air, preceding the attempted strangulation from the hobbit with the rope.

Frodo looked down at the creature, bending down to talk to it.

"You know the way to Mordor?" he enquired with Gollum.

"Yes," Gollum replied, still attempting to gasp air into his lungs.

"You've been there before?" Frodo asked, pressing the matter of the path to the barren wasteland that was Mordor.

"Yes," Gollum nodded, almost scared of what the hobbit was trying to get at.

Frodo reached out, taking the rope off around Gollum's throat, the creature in shock of this gesture towards him.

"You will lead us to the Black Gate," Frodo nodded, giving the lead to Gollum to show them the way to Mordor.

"Oh joy, we get to play 'Tour guide with Gollum,'" Ryan said, nudging Chase, trying at least one more time in an attempt to get a reaction. He did not get one.

Gollum, recovering from the shock of being unhooked from the evil Elvish rope, scampered off into the rocky surroundings, Frodo, Sam, Ryan and Chase, who followed the three quietly, trying to keep up with their leader.