A/N: This is really actually following the movie more than the book...my friend just pointed out that the girls should know (being LOTR obsessed) that they don't (like how Frodo dissappears when he puts the ring on) and I just wanna explain about that. See, they (obviously) went back in time...and forgot what they knew about LOTR =). (and i don't know if "pessimized" is a word, i doubt it is, but im using it anyways)
PS-this chapter has been extended. The extension is between the ~~~'s
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After discovering that Gandalf wasn't at the inn, four of the hobbits sat down for a beer. TC and MC declined. MC managed to get the chair next to Frodo before Sam did, and actually got him engaged in conversation.
Pippin was sitting next to TC, and Merry would soon be on the other side of Pippin. Both TC and MC were absolutely elated, and (for once) weren't fighting. Actually, they weren't even acknowledging the existence of each other. Merry returned, with a large mug.
"What's that?" Pippin asked with large eyes.
"This, my friend, is a pint."
"It comes in pints?!"
"Mmhmm."
"I'm getting one!" Pippin got up and headed for the bar.
"You've a whole half already!" Sam yelled, only to be ignored.
"I'm going too!" TC followed Pippin.
"You don't need ANYTHING of that sort!" MC too, was ignored. TC ran up to the bar and climbed onto the stool next to Pippin.
"Ya got any mountain dew?" TC asked the bartender-he only gave her a confused look. "Um...soda? Pop? Cola? A soft drink?" More blank stares. "Coke?" No one appeared to have the slightest clue what she was talking about.
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"Hey MC, Pippin left his drink, and doubt he'll be coming back for it. Want it?" Merry asked.
MC looked thoughtfully at Pippin's abandoned beer. "Why not?" she shrugged, and took a swig.
"You sure you don't want any--" Pippin was cut off by (very) loud singing.
The source of the noise was MC, standing on top of a table. "FEELING LIKE I'M CHASING LIKE I'M FACING MYSELF ALONE! I GOT SOMEBODY ELSE'S THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD--"
"MC!" Frodo got up and tried to stop MC from making more of a fool of herself, but tripped on Sam's foot...
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The ring flew up in the air and Frodo reached up to catch it and it slipped onto his finger. He dissappeared. Everyone gasped.
"HE'S GONE! NOOO!" MC screamed.
"How does he do that?!" TC asked. Pippin turned with a disturbed look.
"Oh my God!" He whispered.
"Dude! I wanna do that!" TC declared. Pippin just stared at her in confusion.
"Hey!" MC yelled. "That man has Frodo!" MC pointed to a hooded man taking Frodo. She started charging after him, the other four followed.
They reached the room, TC and MC charged the door and knocked it open (with their heads, leaving them a bit dazed. They later found out the door was unlocked.). In the room with Frodo was a tall, long-haired man.
"Let him go! Or I'll have you Longshanks!" Sam yelled, holding a chair threateningly. The man ignored Sam and the others, he turned to Frodo and said:
"You cannot wait for the wizard any longer."
The six hobbits and (as he introduced himself) Strider watched out the window as several of the Black riders mauled blankets and pillows across the street.
"They think thats us, don't they?" Pippin asked. Strider nodded.
"Jeez, talk about holding a grudge." MC commented. Strider began to explain about the Ringwraiths.
The seven got an early start the next morning (much to the dismay of most of them). Strider was the only one who knew where they were going, and the hobbits just followed him. They'd bought a pony, who Sam named Bill (and wouldn't let TC get near. She began ignoring him [not that he really tried to make contact with her anyways], save the menacing glares she sent his way every so often).
TC, MC and Strider kept walking, not noticing the other four hobbits had stopped. Then they heard the clanking of the pans, and turned around.
"Gentlemen, we do not stop til nightfall." Strider said.
"What about breakfast?" Pippin asked.
"You've already had it."
"We've had one, yes, what about second breakfast?" Pippin said with a look of satisfaction. Strider just rolled his eyes and kept walking.
"Don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip." Merry told him. Pippin got a look of panic on his face. The girls watched in interest.
"What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?"
"I wouldn't count on it."
MC and TC were just staring in astonishment. Finally TC spoke. "I wanna live with you guys!" Just then, an apple flew over from the other side of the trees. Merry caught it and handed it to Pippin. Another one flew over, hitting Pippin in the head. Merry yelled at him.
"My feet hurt." TC complained, eyeing Bill.
"We don't care!" Sam stated bluntly. TC sent a quick glare his way then jogged to catch up with MC.
"Why isn't anyone talking?" She asked. "It's driving me nuts! Can we talk?"
"Sure...I guess." MC replied. "I don't see why not."
"I wanna go on the internet."
"Well that's just too bad for you, isn't it? The internet hasn't been invented!"
"Yes it has--oh." TC looked downcast. "I still wanna go on."
Merry, who was nearby, listened in on their conversation. "What's the 'internet'?" he asked.
"You know, when you go onto the computer and log on--oh wait, nevermind." said MC.
"You guys are weird."
MC turned back to TC. "What will we say to people back home when we get back?"
"IF we get back." TC pessimized.
"Yeah...IF. But if we do, people won't believe us. I mean, if we tell them that we were Hobbits of the Shire, travelling with four other Hobbits and a ranger, being followed by Ringwraiths...um...they'll lock us up!"
"Yeah...I could see how this might not be very believable." At this point, they reached a stone structure, which Strider said was the Watchtower of Amon Sul, and they'd rest their that night.
Once they'd climbed the tower, to where they'd be sleeping, Strider set out six swords for them. TC and MC quickly grabbed the largest and sharpest of the swords, with an oddly happy glint in their eyes. This caused reason for worry. Then they began fondling their swords, earning disturbed looks from the others.
"I'm gonna go have a look around." Strider quickly departed.
"Great!" Sam said. "You've scared off Strider!"
"No way!" MC said, staring at her sword. "He wouldn't be afraid of two hobbits with swords."
"Well, when YOU two are the hobbits, I think ANYONE would be scared!" Frodo said.
Merry looked at them worriedly. "Have you ever, um, used a sword?"
"I had a fencing sword once!" TC told him. "But it was dull, so no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't do any damage.
"And I had a plastic sword!" MC put in. "But I tried to decapitate my brother and it, um...broke." She looked very dissappointed.
"Oh Lord help us!" Frodo pleaded, looking up at the sky.
Later than night, when TC, MC and Frodo were asleep, the other three hobbits were cooking. Suddenly, TC got up and began walking towards them. They thought they'd woken her up, she looked awake. Then she walked right into the fire. At that moment, her eyes widened as she became aware of her situation. She just stood there, surprised, for a few moments, then quickly jumped out of the fire, screaming. Frodo and MC woke up, somewhat panicked for the noise.
"Oh my God!" TC repeated, several times over. "MY FEET!"
"TC! What did you do?" MC demanded.
"I don't know. I didn't do anything." TC replied pathetically.
"Trust me, you did!" Merry informed her.
"Then why did I wake up in the fire?" TC asked him.
"OH MY GOSH! TC! You've been sleepwalking again! And right into a fire! You idiot!"
TC looked at MC pitifully, then whimpered. Then she turned to Merry, Sam and Pippin. "You!" She said menacingly. "You could have woken me up!"
"We thought you were awake." Sam told her.
"If I was awake, why would I walk right into a fire-barefoot?!" TC screamed.
"Cold feet?"
TC just glared at them. A shriek from a Ringwraith was heard. They all looked over the edge and saw five of the wraiths at the bottom of the watchtower.
"Great! Now the wraiths know we're here!" Frodo made a point of looking at TC as he said this. "GO!" He yelled, pointing at some stairs. The hobbits all followed instructions, grabbing their swords and running up the stairs (TC stepping a little higher than the rest.) When they reached the top they stood in a circle, facing outward, swords drawn.
A wraith came up, where Frodo was facing. The other hobbits turned and faced it as the other four wraiths joined it.
"BACK YOU DEVILS!" Sam screamed as they advanced upon the hobbits. The wraith in front threw him aside. Merry and Pippin moved in to fill the gap in front of the other three hobbits, but the wraiths quickly pushed them aside as well. Now it was only TC and MC in front of Frodo. TC quickly slashed at the thing with her sword. It screamed and threw her aside, headfirst into a wall, knocking her a bit senseless.
TC watched as MC had (what she assumed was) a staredown with the wraith. Unfortunately, MC seemed to be losing. After a couple more seconds, MC gave up and (hopelessly) slashed at the wraith with her sword, only to be thrown next to TC.
"Hey, TC, I realized why you're such an idiot most of the time."
"Right now is really not a good time for this." TC said, watching the Ringwraiths advance upon Frodo, who was now on the ground.
"No, I'll forget if I don't tell you." MC continued to explain, but TC ignored what she said (which was that TC was always getting her head slammed into rather hard objects). They watched Frodo disappear.
"I HAVE to know how he does that!" TC declared in amazement. Strider appeared at that moment (and we all know what happens next, so I shall save both space and time by not typing it).
"He needs Elvish medicine." Strider said as he picked Frodo up. "We must get him to Rivendell!"
"Um, exactly, uh, how far is that?" TC asked.
"6 days from here."
"Oh f#$%!" TC's face paled. MC began laughing (very loudly) at her. Strider noticed TC swaying from side to side (frequently switching the weight from one foot to the other), then saw her feet.
"What did you do?" He demanded in annoyance.
"She decided that the fire would be a nice place to stand in!" Pippin volunteered. TC looked down in shame.
"Do I even want to know why?"
"I was sleepwalking!"
"Right." Strider left without another word. The rest of the group followed him
"Hey MC!" TC called, "Your feet are hairier now!"
PS-this chapter has been extended. The extension is between the ~~~'s
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After discovering that Gandalf wasn't at the inn, four of the hobbits sat down for a beer. TC and MC declined. MC managed to get the chair next to Frodo before Sam did, and actually got him engaged in conversation.
Pippin was sitting next to TC, and Merry would soon be on the other side of Pippin. Both TC and MC were absolutely elated, and (for once) weren't fighting. Actually, they weren't even acknowledging the existence of each other. Merry returned, with a large mug.
"What's that?" Pippin asked with large eyes.
"This, my friend, is a pint."
"It comes in pints?!"
"Mmhmm."
"I'm getting one!" Pippin got up and headed for the bar.
"You've a whole half already!" Sam yelled, only to be ignored.
"I'm going too!" TC followed Pippin.
"You don't need ANYTHING of that sort!" MC too, was ignored. TC ran up to the bar and climbed onto the stool next to Pippin.
"Ya got any mountain dew?" TC asked the bartender-he only gave her a confused look. "Um...soda? Pop? Cola? A soft drink?" More blank stares. "Coke?" No one appeared to have the slightest clue what she was talking about.
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"Hey MC, Pippin left his drink, and doubt he'll be coming back for it. Want it?" Merry asked.
MC looked thoughtfully at Pippin's abandoned beer. "Why not?" she shrugged, and took a swig.
"You sure you don't want any--" Pippin was cut off by (very) loud singing.
The source of the noise was MC, standing on top of a table. "FEELING LIKE I'M CHASING LIKE I'M FACING MYSELF ALONE! I GOT SOMEBODY ELSE'S THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD--"
"MC!" Frodo got up and tried to stop MC from making more of a fool of herself, but tripped on Sam's foot...
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The ring flew up in the air and Frodo reached up to catch it and it slipped onto his finger. He dissappeared. Everyone gasped.
"HE'S GONE! NOOO!" MC screamed.
"How does he do that?!" TC asked. Pippin turned with a disturbed look.
"Oh my God!" He whispered.
"Dude! I wanna do that!" TC declared. Pippin just stared at her in confusion.
"Hey!" MC yelled. "That man has Frodo!" MC pointed to a hooded man taking Frodo. She started charging after him, the other four followed.
They reached the room, TC and MC charged the door and knocked it open (with their heads, leaving them a bit dazed. They later found out the door was unlocked.). In the room with Frodo was a tall, long-haired man.
"Let him go! Or I'll have you Longshanks!" Sam yelled, holding a chair threateningly. The man ignored Sam and the others, he turned to Frodo and said:
"You cannot wait for the wizard any longer."
The six hobbits and (as he introduced himself) Strider watched out the window as several of the Black riders mauled blankets and pillows across the street.
"They think thats us, don't they?" Pippin asked. Strider nodded.
"Jeez, talk about holding a grudge." MC commented. Strider began to explain about the Ringwraiths.
The seven got an early start the next morning (much to the dismay of most of them). Strider was the only one who knew where they were going, and the hobbits just followed him. They'd bought a pony, who Sam named Bill (and wouldn't let TC get near. She began ignoring him [not that he really tried to make contact with her anyways], save the menacing glares she sent his way every so often).
TC, MC and Strider kept walking, not noticing the other four hobbits had stopped. Then they heard the clanking of the pans, and turned around.
"Gentlemen, we do not stop til nightfall." Strider said.
"What about breakfast?" Pippin asked.
"You've already had it."
"We've had one, yes, what about second breakfast?" Pippin said with a look of satisfaction. Strider just rolled his eyes and kept walking.
"Don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip." Merry told him. Pippin got a look of panic on his face. The girls watched in interest.
"What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?"
"I wouldn't count on it."
MC and TC were just staring in astonishment. Finally TC spoke. "I wanna live with you guys!" Just then, an apple flew over from the other side of the trees. Merry caught it and handed it to Pippin. Another one flew over, hitting Pippin in the head. Merry yelled at him.
"My feet hurt." TC complained, eyeing Bill.
"We don't care!" Sam stated bluntly. TC sent a quick glare his way then jogged to catch up with MC.
"Why isn't anyone talking?" She asked. "It's driving me nuts! Can we talk?"
"Sure...I guess." MC replied. "I don't see why not."
"I wanna go on the internet."
"Well that's just too bad for you, isn't it? The internet hasn't been invented!"
"Yes it has--oh." TC looked downcast. "I still wanna go on."
Merry, who was nearby, listened in on their conversation. "What's the 'internet'?" he asked.
"You know, when you go onto the computer and log on--oh wait, nevermind." said MC.
"You guys are weird."
MC turned back to TC. "What will we say to people back home when we get back?"
"IF we get back." TC pessimized.
"Yeah...IF. But if we do, people won't believe us. I mean, if we tell them that we were Hobbits of the Shire, travelling with four other Hobbits and a ranger, being followed by Ringwraiths...um...they'll lock us up!"
"Yeah...I could see how this might not be very believable." At this point, they reached a stone structure, which Strider said was the Watchtower of Amon Sul, and they'd rest their that night.
Once they'd climbed the tower, to where they'd be sleeping, Strider set out six swords for them. TC and MC quickly grabbed the largest and sharpest of the swords, with an oddly happy glint in their eyes. This caused reason for worry. Then they began fondling their swords, earning disturbed looks from the others.
"I'm gonna go have a look around." Strider quickly departed.
"Great!" Sam said. "You've scared off Strider!"
"No way!" MC said, staring at her sword. "He wouldn't be afraid of two hobbits with swords."
"Well, when YOU two are the hobbits, I think ANYONE would be scared!" Frodo said.
Merry looked at them worriedly. "Have you ever, um, used a sword?"
"I had a fencing sword once!" TC told him. "But it was dull, so no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't do any damage.
"And I had a plastic sword!" MC put in. "But I tried to decapitate my brother and it, um...broke." She looked very dissappointed.
"Oh Lord help us!" Frodo pleaded, looking up at the sky.
Later than night, when TC, MC and Frodo were asleep, the other three hobbits were cooking. Suddenly, TC got up and began walking towards them. They thought they'd woken her up, she looked awake. Then she walked right into the fire. At that moment, her eyes widened as she became aware of her situation. She just stood there, surprised, for a few moments, then quickly jumped out of the fire, screaming. Frodo and MC woke up, somewhat panicked for the noise.
"Oh my God!" TC repeated, several times over. "MY FEET!"
"TC! What did you do?" MC demanded.
"I don't know. I didn't do anything." TC replied pathetically.
"Trust me, you did!" Merry informed her.
"Then why did I wake up in the fire?" TC asked him.
"OH MY GOSH! TC! You've been sleepwalking again! And right into a fire! You idiot!"
TC looked at MC pitifully, then whimpered. Then she turned to Merry, Sam and Pippin. "You!" She said menacingly. "You could have woken me up!"
"We thought you were awake." Sam told her.
"If I was awake, why would I walk right into a fire-barefoot?!" TC screamed.
"Cold feet?"
TC just glared at them. A shriek from a Ringwraith was heard. They all looked over the edge and saw five of the wraiths at the bottom of the watchtower.
"Great! Now the wraiths know we're here!" Frodo made a point of looking at TC as he said this. "GO!" He yelled, pointing at some stairs. The hobbits all followed instructions, grabbing their swords and running up the stairs (TC stepping a little higher than the rest.) When they reached the top they stood in a circle, facing outward, swords drawn.
A wraith came up, where Frodo was facing. The other hobbits turned and faced it as the other four wraiths joined it.
"BACK YOU DEVILS!" Sam screamed as they advanced upon the hobbits. The wraith in front threw him aside. Merry and Pippin moved in to fill the gap in front of the other three hobbits, but the wraiths quickly pushed them aside as well. Now it was only TC and MC in front of Frodo. TC quickly slashed at the thing with her sword. It screamed and threw her aside, headfirst into a wall, knocking her a bit senseless.
TC watched as MC had (what she assumed was) a staredown with the wraith. Unfortunately, MC seemed to be losing. After a couple more seconds, MC gave up and (hopelessly) slashed at the wraith with her sword, only to be thrown next to TC.
"Hey, TC, I realized why you're such an idiot most of the time."
"Right now is really not a good time for this." TC said, watching the Ringwraiths advance upon Frodo, who was now on the ground.
"No, I'll forget if I don't tell you." MC continued to explain, but TC ignored what she said (which was that TC was always getting her head slammed into rather hard objects). They watched Frodo disappear.
"I HAVE to know how he does that!" TC declared in amazement. Strider appeared at that moment (and we all know what happens next, so I shall save both space and time by not typing it).
"He needs Elvish medicine." Strider said as he picked Frodo up. "We must get him to Rivendell!"
"Um, exactly, uh, how far is that?" TC asked.
"6 days from here."
"Oh f#$%!" TC's face paled. MC began laughing (very loudly) at her. Strider noticed TC swaying from side to side (frequently switching the weight from one foot to the other), then saw her feet.
"What did you do?" He demanded in annoyance.
"She decided that the fire would be a nice place to stand in!" Pippin volunteered. TC looked down in shame.
"Do I even want to know why?"
"I was sleepwalking!"
"Right." Strider left without another word. The rest of the group followed him
"Hey MC!" TC called, "Your feet are hairier now!"