Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or scenes from Dragonlance....wait, wrong story. I do not own any of the characters or scenes or places from Lord of the Rings. But i do own the following. Bippen, Mt. Cloom, and the wild donkeys of the north.

A/N: How is this for updating fast, i've written 3 chappies in one day. Yes i know i don't have anything else to do. Yes i know i need a life but oh well.

Chapter Four: Weathertop

So the five adventurers began their perilous, horrible, terrible, icky, journey towards Rivendell. It was decided by Strider (Aragorn for pple who don't know) that they stop for a night's rest at Weathertop. Weathertop is a very tall plateau where ruins of a civilization of ancient men lay. It was named for the fantastic weather viewing being that it was so tall. After 2 days of climbing (Yes 2 days, sadly Merry is bad at climbing and everytime he got to the middle hefell off and the others had to go down and get him to make sure he was not hurt.) they finally made it to the top of Weathertop.

"I'm tired and sore and cold and hungry and irritated at Merry and bruised and-"

"Shut up Sam," Frodo said.

"Ok, you hobbits stay here while I go bathe naked in that spring over that way," Aragorn said.

All four of the hobbits shivered at what a horrible sight that must be.

"Now remember," Merry said avoiding a slap from Bippen for speaking out of turn, "Do not light a fire or those ring wraiths will come."

Being that Merry was really the only smart one of the four they agreed. But soon Merry went to sleep whilst the other hobbits were wide awake.

"I'm so angry at Merry that I think I will light a fire," Frodo said. Sadly in Frodo's pathetic, puny, small, peanut-sized brain revenge came befor logic.

"Yeah," the other two agreed their minds worked about the same as Frodo's.

They started rubing sticks together but to no avail. Finally, Bippen did what he had to do.

"Here, this will make it easy,"Bippen said arranging the sticks in a pile. He then pulled out a plastic container from his pack-packwith the words "Light Fluid" and poured it all over the wood. He then took out a lighter and lit the wood. Immediately the wood burst into flame and the hobbits were happy.

SCREECH, SQUEAK, SCREECH, HISS

"Oh no," Merry said waking up, "Great you guys have attracted the wraiths."

"Shit."

The from the shadows, 7 ring wraiths appeared (8 and 9 were kill by Chuck and his lackeys).

"Okay you stupid hobbits," One of them hissed, "Give us the ring!"

Merry, Bippen, and Sam all stayed quiet because if they didn't say anything the wraiths would not know who had the ring. Sadly Frodo was not blessed with the gift of smartness.

"I'll never give it to you!" Frodo yelled.

"Ha," it screeched, "Then I will impale you with a cursed blade!"

The ring wraith walked up towards the defenseless hobbit.

"I am the leader of the wraiths," it hissed, "My name is the Witch King!"

"Wait," Frodo said pondering this name, "Are you a woman or a man. Because witches are women and kings are men. Hmm....

But suddenly the Witch King plunged his blade towards Frodo.

"Hahaha, sucker!" Frodo said, "You missed- OUCH. DAMNIT THAT HURT!"

The wraith had impaled Frodo in the shoulder.

"No!" Frodo yelled, "I would file a lawsuit against you but you killed my laywer!"

"Mwuahahaha," the wraith replied, "I AM YOU LAYWER!"

"Noooooooooooooooo!"

WHACK

Aragorn hit the wraith causing it to fall back towards the others.

"Get behind me hobbits," Aragorn yelled.

And so they did. Then Aragorn lifted his ski mask towards the wraiths. Suddenly the area was blinded bya bright light that was emitting from Aragorn's head.

"NO!" the wraiths hissed, "ITS SO UGLY, AAAHHH!"

Then the wraiths got onto their donkeys and fled the area and Aragorn put his mask back on and came towards Frodo.

"Is he ok?"Sam asked Strider.

"Only Elrond can heal such a wound," Aragon stated, "I will take Frodo to Elrond!"

Then Aragorn picked up Frodo and put him on the wild donkey of the north he just happened to find whilst bathing in the nude.

Then he himself got on the donkey and they were off!

"What about us?" Bippen said.

"Well I guess we should start running or will never make it to Rivendell, and those hot elves-"

"Sam!" Merry said.

"Sorry," Sam said blushing a little.

Aragorn was riding as fast as possible on the donkey. He needed to get Frodo's wound healed or Frodo would turn into a wraith. Still the donkey was not capable of going any faster than it was so Aragorn waited.

Finally, Aragorn got to the river. On the other side was Arwen, his true love. His donkey galloped across the river as fast as possible. Unfortunately the ring wraiths were right behind him. Then Aragorn stopped in the middleof the river and reached for his ski cap.

"You can't take that off or you'll kill everyone in Rivendell," the wraiths laughed.

"Come Aragorn!" Arwen said to her love.

Even though Aragorn was still in the river, Arwen used a spell on the river that would release the dam. But also the spell would cause the water to gallop like wild donkeys of the north.

"Insert magic spell here," Arwen cried.

Suddenly a rumbling was heard and giant donkeys of the north made out of water galloped down the river. Luckily Aragorn was already across with Frodo. But the ring wraiths were washed away. After some time the waters calmed and all that was left were a few donkey corpses.

Frodo looked up at Arwen and then all went black.

A/N: wow, a pretty long chapter. If i must tell you now, i am obsessed with wild donkeys of the north. hehehe remember reviews are encouraged.