A/N: Um, this is sorta gonna follow the book/movie...um, sorta not. :) So there are gonna be some little parts taken out of the movie/book, now, so um...yeah, ull know when that happens, so, uh, that's not my stuff.
PS: This chapter has been extended. The extended part is in between the ~~~'s
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"Um...TC?" MC said with hesitance.
"Yeah?" TC replied with the same hesitancy.
"Tell me this isn't real."
"Um...looks pretty real to me."
"Let's go back inside," MC and TC turned to go inside, but saw only a door belonging to a Hobbit-hole. When they opened it, MC's house was nowhere to be found, only a hobbit's living quarters.
"Hm..." MC mumbled curiously as they turned around and looked out over (what they assumed was) Hobbiton. "This looks pretty human-sized to me."
"You're right." TC agreed, looking over at MC. A look of panic took over her face. "Uh oh..."
"What?"
"Um..."TC looked at her friend, now having brown curly hair, pointed ears, and large, fuzzy feet. "There could be a reason why this is our size."
"What?" MC followed TC's gaze down to her feet. "Oh no."
"We're hobbits."
"Um...oh boy. Lets just uh, see if we can get out of here, eh?" The two began walking along the dirt road, not quite sure what exactly it was they were looking for. Suddenly, TC stopped and began staring at something, or someONE.
"TC?"
No response.
"TC? MC repeated a little louder. Still, a blank expression remained on TC's face. "TC!" MC screamed, slapping TC over the head. There was still, no response. MC gave up and looked over to where TC was staring. "OH MY GOSH! TC! Why don't you just go up and talk to the guy?!" She was, of course, referring to Perigrin Took.
"I can't." TC finally said.
"Why not?"
"He doesn't know me."
"That's generally why people INTRODUCE themselves!"
"Come with!"
"Why? I don't want to meet him!"
"Well..talk to Merry, he's there too!"
MC let out a long sigh. "Fine." They began walking over to Pippin and Merry, who seemed not to have noticed them, and were deep in conversation.
"What should I say?" TC asked nervously.
"HI! YOU SAY HI!"
"Don't wanna!" TC stopped and turned around. MC caught her before she walked off.
"We are going over to meet them!"
"Thought you didn't wanna."
"You aren't gonna stop obsessing over him until you do! Come ON!" TC gave in, and they turned around, but Merry and Pippin were gone.
"Thanks!" MC said, and slapped TC over the head.
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TC and MC were wandering around Hobbiton, and heard a bunch of noise.
"Sounds like a party!" MC stated. "Let's go!"
"We weren't invited." TC reminded her.
"So? That's because no one knows us yet! This is the perfect chance for us to go meet some hobbits!"
"Good point!" the two Hobbits ran over into the party.
MC stared in disgust at the scene playing out before her. TC was definitely meeting hobbits. One particular hobbit, however, had caught her eye. MC wasn't too surprised, as her friend was always flirting. Unfortunately, TC was drunk. MC didn't know how it happened...but it did. And now, TC was (literally) falling all over the male.
The scene ended soon. TC made one of her (many) perverted jokes, and the hobbit walked off. TC staggered over to MC and blinked a couple times, trying to focus.
"Hello y'all." TC said. "There are a lot of hobbits that look like you, MC."
"You fool." MC muttered.
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"Trust a Brandybuck and a Took!" Sam said, getting up and brushing himself off."
"Ay! That was just a shortcut!" Merry replied.
"Yeah, a shortcut to what?"
Pippin, at this moment, saw a small patch of mushrooms. He voiced this loudly to the others. The three hobbits raced over to the mushrooms and began dividing them up between themselves. Frodo was standing in the road, looking down it a ways. He heard faint hoofbeats, and a shrill, high-pitched screech.
"I think we should get off the road." He suggested, only to be ignored. The screeches continued, and the hoofbeats grew closer. "GET OFF THE ROAD!" he screamed. The four hobbits ran off the road and hid under a small ledge at the base of the tree.
A few seconds later, a horse galloped up, and slid to a halt. Someone hopped off and began screaming. Frodo looked up through the space between the tree root and the ground. He saw two large, fuzzy, feet.
"You f#!@%$*% b*$&%!"
"Chill out MC." There was a second person, atop the horse.
"You b!@#$!"
"We're both safe!"
"You said it would be a nice quiet walk! Then you take off at a full gallop! You're a f%^#$*&%@ liar! You @#$^&*!!" There was a lot more swearing, then the other person jumped off the horse. Frodo saw another pair of hobbit feet on the ground.
He got up and stared at the quarreling hobbits. The other three followed suit. The two girls didn't notice them.
"Listen, MC, chill out!"
"TC you #$%@^! I don't know how to ride!"
"So?"
"What if I fell off?"
"Serves you right!"
"You f@#$%^! b!+$%!"
"Well it's your fault we're here!"
"How is it my fault?"
"We were at YOUR house!"
"This probably woulda happened no matter WHO'S house we were at."
TC rolled her eyes and noticed the four hobbits staring at them in amusement. "Um...hi....um...I'm TC. This is MC."
"I'm Frodo."
"Sam."
"Pippin." (TC made a quiet squeal of delight here.)
"Merry." Each hobbit waved as they introduced themself. An awkward silence followed.
"So." MC said. "What ya up to?"
"Nothing." Frodo and Sam said in unison.
"Ever ridden a horse?" TC asked.
"Don't trust her!" MC warned.
"So we've heard." Merry said. TC and MC looked a little embarrassed. Then TC looked down sadly.
"I guess I'll have to ride all alone then."
"I'll ride!" Pippin volunteered. TC brightened considerably. She eagerly tried to mount the horse, but forgot the height change. Sheepishly, she asked for a leg up. MC helped her up.
"Have you got your will written up?" MC asked Pippin.
"No...why?"
"You'll need it."
"Um..."
"Guys! We need to get going!" Frodo yelled. He turned to MC and TC. "Are you guys coming?"
"Sure why not?" TC said, before MC could say no. After a great deal of struggle, Pippin was mounted on the horse behind TC, and the 6 hobbits began their, um, journey.
As they were walking along, TC and MC entertained the others with their discussions, and for once, Merry and Pippin weren't really talking.
"Your feet are definitely hairier!" MC said, walking beside TC and Pippin, ahead of the other three.
"Uh huh, sure. Have you even glanced at the bushes you're walking on?"
"Yes! And they're tamer than yours! I mean....you had a head start!"
"Ay! What's that mean?"
"You already had hairy feet! BEFORE all THIS happened!"
"I thought we went over this already!"
"What are you guys talking about?" Pippin inturrupted.
"You don't want to know." MC answered. "Hey, who's feet are hairier, mine or TC's?"
"Um...just out of fear, I'm gonna have to say yours...Um...TC would probably do something to the horse to make it throw me off if I said hers."
"How right you are!" TC said, halting the horse and pivoting it to face the others. "You mind picking up the pace a bit?" She shouted.
"How 'bout you slow down!" Merry retorted. TC snorted as her reply.
"TC, I'm gonna walk with them." MC said.
"Fine. I see how it is."
"Well, I guess I could walk up here-"
"No, it's too late for that!" TC said, as if offended. "Just gonna dump us for Frodo."
"Yeah, pretty much." MC confirmed The other four caught up to them and TC signaled the horse to walk. They quickly got ahead of the group.
"So Frodo..." MC said, walking next to the hobbit.
"What?"
"Sup?"
"What?"
"You don't talk much do you?" MC did not recieve a reply. "Do you like fire? I think it's cool!"
"Right..." Frodo, seeing the somewhat psychotic glint in her eyes, turned to Sam, "Don't let MC get a hold on the matches!"
"Don't worry." Sam assurred, then yelled to TC and Pippin: "Can we rest for a moment?" The horse stopped and turned around, now facing them.
"Why?" TC asked.
"Well, YOU might not be tired, but we have to walk AND carry a bunch of stuff!"
"Come on guys!" Pippin said. "The Buckleberry Ferry isn't far!" Just then, a high-pitched scream was heard in the distance.
"What was that?" MC asked.
"I don't know." Frodo replied. "It might just be a couple more hobbits on horseback."
"Or something worse." Merry said. "We should get going." No one disagreed this time. TC waited for the others to catch up before telling the horse to walk. The hobbits did quicken their pace. A few minutes later they heard hoofbeats behind them, they turned around and saw a Black rider coming towards them. The Ferry was in sight.
"Run guys! We'll stall him!" Pippin yelled. The others didn't hesitate to follow his command.
"What?!" TC screeched a him, but it was too late. The rider was almost upon them. TC moved her horse directly in it's path. When it started to pass on one side she quickly moved her horse to block it. They did that little dance (resembling a cutting horse trying to keep a cow out of the herd) for what seemed like an eternity to TC and Pippin, when finally the others shouted the okay.
Turning the horse, TC sent the horse into a full-on gallop, filled with excitement (partly for the speed, but she also noticed how tight Pippin was holding on) The ferry had departed a good ways from the dock, enough so that the horse galloped down the dock and soared off of it.
"OH S#!%!" TC and Pippin screamed at the same time. The horse, unfortunately, was probably thinking the same thing, when it was unable to land the jump. As he went down, both TC and Pippin were sent flying through the air. Just short of the ferry. Luckily, Merry and MC were right there to pull them onto it.
The black rider galloped down the dock, but sharply brought his horse to a halt, and turned and galloped back down the road, joined by several others.
TC and Pippin watched as the horse got up, shook itself off and slowly ambled out of the water. TC began grinning. "That was fun!"
Pippin looked over at her, disturbed. "We could have been killed!"
"You know, this could make it on 'Ripley's Believe It Or Not,' except...they wouldn't believe me!" She began laughing hysterically.
"What the he!! are you talking about?"
"Oh...yeah...you don't have TV."
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"Um...MC?" Frodo asked nervously.
"Yes?" MC replied.
"Could you, um, look at something other than my face?"
MC redirected her gaze to something lower.
"NOT THAT!"
Her gaze went back to his face.
A while later it had started raining, and they came to the shore. The six hobbits got off the ferry and headed for the large gate at Bree. Frodo knocked on it, and a man looked out of a window thing.
"Hobbits! Six hobbits! What brings you to Bree?" He opened the gate.
"We wish to stay at the inn." Frodo replied. "Our business is our own."
"Alright." The man let them in. After stumbling through crowds of people (full sized, like MC and TC wished they still were), they reached The Prancing Pony.
PS: This chapter has been extended. The extended part is in between the ~~~'s
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"Um...TC?" MC said with hesitance.
"Yeah?" TC replied with the same hesitancy.
"Tell me this isn't real."
"Um...looks pretty real to me."
"Let's go back inside," MC and TC turned to go inside, but saw only a door belonging to a Hobbit-hole. When they opened it, MC's house was nowhere to be found, only a hobbit's living quarters.
"Hm..." MC mumbled curiously as they turned around and looked out over (what they assumed was) Hobbiton. "This looks pretty human-sized to me."
"You're right." TC agreed, looking over at MC. A look of panic took over her face. "Uh oh..."
"What?"
"Um..."TC looked at her friend, now having brown curly hair, pointed ears, and large, fuzzy feet. "There could be a reason why this is our size."
"What?" MC followed TC's gaze down to her feet. "Oh no."
"We're hobbits."
"Um...oh boy. Lets just uh, see if we can get out of here, eh?" The two began walking along the dirt road, not quite sure what exactly it was they were looking for. Suddenly, TC stopped and began staring at something, or someONE.
"TC?"
No response.
"TC? MC repeated a little louder. Still, a blank expression remained on TC's face. "TC!" MC screamed, slapping TC over the head. There was still, no response. MC gave up and looked over to where TC was staring. "OH MY GOSH! TC! Why don't you just go up and talk to the guy?!" She was, of course, referring to Perigrin Took.
"I can't." TC finally said.
"Why not?"
"He doesn't know me."
"That's generally why people INTRODUCE themselves!"
"Come with!"
"Why? I don't want to meet him!"
"Well..talk to Merry, he's there too!"
MC let out a long sigh. "Fine." They began walking over to Pippin and Merry, who seemed not to have noticed them, and were deep in conversation.
"What should I say?" TC asked nervously.
"HI! YOU SAY HI!"
"Don't wanna!" TC stopped and turned around. MC caught her before she walked off.
"We are going over to meet them!"
"Thought you didn't wanna."
"You aren't gonna stop obsessing over him until you do! Come ON!" TC gave in, and they turned around, but Merry and Pippin were gone.
"Thanks!" MC said, and slapped TC over the head.
~~~
TC and MC were wandering around Hobbiton, and heard a bunch of noise.
"Sounds like a party!" MC stated. "Let's go!"
"We weren't invited." TC reminded her.
"So? That's because no one knows us yet! This is the perfect chance for us to go meet some hobbits!"
"Good point!" the two Hobbits ran over into the party.
MC stared in disgust at the scene playing out before her. TC was definitely meeting hobbits. One particular hobbit, however, had caught her eye. MC wasn't too surprised, as her friend was always flirting. Unfortunately, TC was drunk. MC didn't know how it happened...but it did. And now, TC was (literally) falling all over the male.
The scene ended soon. TC made one of her (many) perverted jokes, and the hobbit walked off. TC staggered over to MC and blinked a couple times, trying to focus.
"Hello y'all." TC said. "There are a lot of hobbits that look like you, MC."
"You fool." MC muttered.
~~~
"Trust a Brandybuck and a Took!" Sam said, getting up and brushing himself off."
"Ay! That was just a shortcut!" Merry replied.
"Yeah, a shortcut to what?"
Pippin, at this moment, saw a small patch of mushrooms. He voiced this loudly to the others. The three hobbits raced over to the mushrooms and began dividing them up between themselves. Frodo was standing in the road, looking down it a ways. He heard faint hoofbeats, and a shrill, high-pitched screech.
"I think we should get off the road." He suggested, only to be ignored. The screeches continued, and the hoofbeats grew closer. "GET OFF THE ROAD!" he screamed. The four hobbits ran off the road and hid under a small ledge at the base of the tree.
A few seconds later, a horse galloped up, and slid to a halt. Someone hopped off and began screaming. Frodo looked up through the space between the tree root and the ground. He saw two large, fuzzy, feet.
"You f#!@%$*% b*$&%!"
"Chill out MC." There was a second person, atop the horse.
"You b!@#$!"
"We're both safe!"
"You said it would be a nice quiet walk! Then you take off at a full gallop! You're a f%^#$*&%@ liar! You @#$^&*!!" There was a lot more swearing, then the other person jumped off the horse. Frodo saw another pair of hobbit feet on the ground.
He got up and stared at the quarreling hobbits. The other three followed suit. The two girls didn't notice them.
"Listen, MC, chill out!"
"TC you #$%@^! I don't know how to ride!"
"So?"
"What if I fell off?"
"Serves you right!"
"You f@#$%^! b!+$%!"
"Well it's your fault we're here!"
"How is it my fault?"
"We were at YOUR house!"
"This probably woulda happened no matter WHO'S house we were at."
TC rolled her eyes and noticed the four hobbits staring at them in amusement. "Um...hi....um...I'm TC. This is MC."
"I'm Frodo."
"Sam."
"Pippin." (TC made a quiet squeal of delight here.)
"Merry." Each hobbit waved as they introduced themself. An awkward silence followed.
"So." MC said. "What ya up to?"
"Nothing." Frodo and Sam said in unison.
"Ever ridden a horse?" TC asked.
"Don't trust her!" MC warned.
"So we've heard." Merry said. TC and MC looked a little embarrassed. Then TC looked down sadly.
"I guess I'll have to ride all alone then."
"I'll ride!" Pippin volunteered. TC brightened considerably. She eagerly tried to mount the horse, but forgot the height change. Sheepishly, she asked for a leg up. MC helped her up.
"Have you got your will written up?" MC asked Pippin.
"No...why?"
"You'll need it."
"Um..."
"Guys! We need to get going!" Frodo yelled. He turned to MC and TC. "Are you guys coming?"
"Sure why not?" TC said, before MC could say no. After a great deal of struggle, Pippin was mounted on the horse behind TC, and the 6 hobbits began their, um, journey.
As they were walking along, TC and MC entertained the others with their discussions, and for once, Merry and Pippin weren't really talking.
"Your feet are definitely hairier!" MC said, walking beside TC and Pippin, ahead of the other three.
"Uh huh, sure. Have you even glanced at the bushes you're walking on?"
"Yes! And they're tamer than yours! I mean....you had a head start!"
"Ay! What's that mean?"
"You already had hairy feet! BEFORE all THIS happened!"
"I thought we went over this already!"
"What are you guys talking about?" Pippin inturrupted.
"You don't want to know." MC answered. "Hey, who's feet are hairier, mine or TC's?"
"Um...just out of fear, I'm gonna have to say yours...Um...TC would probably do something to the horse to make it throw me off if I said hers."
"How right you are!" TC said, halting the horse and pivoting it to face the others. "You mind picking up the pace a bit?" She shouted.
"How 'bout you slow down!" Merry retorted. TC snorted as her reply.
"TC, I'm gonna walk with them." MC said.
"Fine. I see how it is."
"Well, I guess I could walk up here-"
"No, it's too late for that!" TC said, as if offended. "Just gonna dump us for Frodo."
"Yeah, pretty much." MC confirmed The other four caught up to them and TC signaled the horse to walk. They quickly got ahead of the group.
"So Frodo..." MC said, walking next to the hobbit.
"What?"
"Sup?"
"What?"
"You don't talk much do you?" MC did not recieve a reply. "Do you like fire? I think it's cool!"
"Right..." Frodo, seeing the somewhat psychotic glint in her eyes, turned to Sam, "Don't let MC get a hold on the matches!"
"Don't worry." Sam assurred, then yelled to TC and Pippin: "Can we rest for a moment?" The horse stopped and turned around, now facing them.
"Why?" TC asked.
"Well, YOU might not be tired, but we have to walk AND carry a bunch of stuff!"
"Come on guys!" Pippin said. "The Buckleberry Ferry isn't far!" Just then, a high-pitched scream was heard in the distance.
"What was that?" MC asked.
"I don't know." Frodo replied. "It might just be a couple more hobbits on horseback."
"Or something worse." Merry said. "We should get going." No one disagreed this time. TC waited for the others to catch up before telling the horse to walk. The hobbits did quicken their pace. A few minutes later they heard hoofbeats behind them, they turned around and saw a Black rider coming towards them. The Ferry was in sight.
"Run guys! We'll stall him!" Pippin yelled. The others didn't hesitate to follow his command.
"What?!" TC screeched a him, but it was too late. The rider was almost upon them. TC moved her horse directly in it's path. When it started to pass on one side she quickly moved her horse to block it. They did that little dance (resembling a cutting horse trying to keep a cow out of the herd) for what seemed like an eternity to TC and Pippin, when finally the others shouted the okay.
Turning the horse, TC sent the horse into a full-on gallop, filled with excitement (partly for the speed, but she also noticed how tight Pippin was holding on) The ferry had departed a good ways from the dock, enough so that the horse galloped down the dock and soared off of it.
"OH S#!%!" TC and Pippin screamed at the same time. The horse, unfortunately, was probably thinking the same thing, when it was unable to land the jump. As he went down, both TC and Pippin were sent flying through the air. Just short of the ferry. Luckily, Merry and MC were right there to pull them onto it.
The black rider galloped down the dock, but sharply brought his horse to a halt, and turned and galloped back down the road, joined by several others.
TC and Pippin watched as the horse got up, shook itself off and slowly ambled out of the water. TC began grinning. "That was fun!"
Pippin looked over at her, disturbed. "We could have been killed!"
"You know, this could make it on 'Ripley's Believe It Or Not,' except...they wouldn't believe me!" She began laughing hysterically.
"What the he!! are you talking about?"
"Oh...yeah...you don't have TV."
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"Um...MC?" Frodo asked nervously.
"Yes?" MC replied.
"Could you, um, look at something other than my face?"
MC redirected her gaze to something lower.
"NOT THAT!"
Her gaze went back to his face.
A while later it had started raining, and they came to the shore. The six hobbits got off the ferry and headed for the large gate at Bree. Frodo knocked on it, and a man looked out of a window thing.
"Hobbits! Six hobbits! What brings you to Bree?" He opened the gate.
"We wish to stay at the inn." Frodo replied. "Our business is our own."
"Alright." The man let them in. After stumbling through crowds of people (full sized, like MC and TC wished they still were), they reached The Prancing Pony.