A/N: Um, it takes a while, like til the end of this (short) chapter to see where exactly LOTR comes in. Um please review! thanks TC

TC glared at her friend, MC, menacingly. She and her friend were both 14, and Freshmen in high school.
"Don't look at me like that!" MC cried defensively.
"Then take it back!" TC hissed.
"Why? It's true!" Seeing the color of TC's eyes change from green to brown, MC changed her mind. "Fine, you aren't a hobbit"
"And"
"I'm not short!" MC looked proud, TC rolled her eyes. No one would ever think the two were friends. They fought all the time. Usually about whether MC was short or not, and whether TC was a hobbit or not.
"You keep telling yourself that"
"I will! And tomorrow I'm going to grow and be taller than you"
"Sure ya will." TC said sarcastically. "According to your feet, you're done growing"
"And according to your feet, you should be 6'6"
TC looked down in shame. "They can't be that bad." Though, she knew they were. She was only 5'2", while she wore a size 11.
"Yes they can!" MC was 5'.25", and wore size 6 1/2-7.
"At least they aren't fuzzy"
"Are you sure"
"Quite"
"I'm pretty sure they are"
"Trust me, they are not fuzzy"
"How would you know"
TC leaned back in her chair and stared at MC in disbelief. "How do you think I know"
MC started laughing. "I'm sorry, that's just usually my comeback"
"I only stare at them every single day"
"Okay, okay"
"I don't shave, wax or use any other hair removing techniques on my feet! I don't have to brush my feet, or shampoo them!" TC stated proudly. "Because I don't need to"
"Right, because you want your feet to be hairy"
"Why would I want that"
"Don't you think there's a reason you're attracted to Pippin"
"Well you like Frodo"
"NO, I like Elijah Wood! You actually like PIPPIN"
Both girls were Lord Of The Rings obsessed. The often referred to each other as hobbits. TC actually did resemble a hobbit. Along with her large (but hairless) feet, she was short, and had brown wavy-ish hair. She also had tendancies to go barefoot. MC didn't resemble a hobbit, with blonde (oh, sorry, STRAWBERRY blonde) hair and feet that were actually too small for her height, she looked nothing like a hobbit.
"You admitted that Elijah Wood is creepy"
They sat in silence.
"What now?" TC asked.
"Dunno"
"We could go around and frolick in the corn, see why it appealed to your brother so much"
They were at MC's house, which had several corn fields around it. About a year ago TC, MC, her brother and some friends were hanging out there and their male friend went off into a corn field with MC's brother leaving them with the statement: "We're going off to frolick in the corn." The girls didn't intend on letting either of the guys forget it in the near future.
"What exactly is frolicking in the corn"
"A, um...a ritual between two people of the male gender"
"You're sick"
"Yeah, let's not frolick in the corn"
"Good idea"
"I have an idea"
"Oh...joy." MC said dryly.
"Let's go see the horses across the street"
"How did I know"
TC had a severe love of the equine species. "So can we"
"Fine." Both girls got up and walked towards the front door. "Wait!" TC ran to MC's room and came back carrying some tubes of hairdye, she grinned as she shoved them into her pocket.
"What do you need those for"
"We can decorate the horses"
"Whatever," MC mumbled."Hm...I never noticed my door was circular." She opened the door. Their jaws dropped.
"Um...MC"
"What"
"You live in modern civilazation...right"
"Well, I thought I did"
"So why are we surrounded by hobbit-holes and hobbits?"