"Alright, here's the plan," MC whispered, "we'll go in through the garage very quietly. Then we'll tiptoe very quietly into my room. I have a book where something like this happened, and I want to see what they did. Just follow me." MC led while the other two hobbits tailed her. They went through the garage—luckily for them, the door into the garage was open---then they went into the house. MC crawled across the kitchen floor, Merry and Pippin crawling behind her. They crawled down the hall, up the stairs, down another hall, and into MC's room. "And to think, I was mad at my brother for oiling the hinges." MC mused.

"Why?" Pippin asked.

"Because I wanted to be able to hear the monsters if they came into my room while I was sleeping! Now I'm glad because the monster can't hear me." MC instructed the other two hobbits to sit in her room quietly while she looked for the book, preparing herself to be ignored.

"My boxers are kind of itchy..." Merry informed the other two.

"Then why don't you just take them off!" MC snapped sarcastically, very irritated and not wanting to talk. Unfortunately, Merry didn't realize she wasn't serious. Thus, he took his pants, and then his boxers. Pippin decided his boxers were itchy too, and followed suit of his friend.

Pippin became distracted before redressing himself. "MC what's this?" Pippin asked, holding up a book he'd found.

"What's what?" MC asked shortly.

Pippin read the title. "The Lord Of The Rings by JRR Tolkien. Hey! That man stole Frodo's story! Who is this JRR Tolkien person anyways?" Pippin began skimming the book.

"He created you guys." MC answered, fortunately ignored.

"I don't see anything about you or TC in here."

"We weren't supposed to be on the quest. That's what it would be like without us."

"Wow. It's a lot calmer and pleasanter without you two." Pippin observed, to be tackled by MC in fury. Merry panicked and tackled MC for two purposes: to save Pippin from the inevitable beating, and to direct her attention off Pippin and back onto Merry, where it belonged.

Naturally, everybody was screaming, for their own purposes. MC's mom heard. Within moments the door was kicked in and MC's mom was standing there.

The three hobbits froze and stared at her like deer in headlights. Upon seeing her 'innocent' daughter sandwiched between two males, both with no pants on, Mrs. Carton lost any sanity that was left from the previous excursions. She grabbed all three hobbits as they were, ran downstairs with them, opened the door, tossed them out, then slammed the door shut. She didn't even notice all the hobbits pointing and staring at the 'big person.'

TC, Rhia, and Sam continued to ride East-Northeast out of Bree. They decided to head for Rivendell. TC led the way, while Sam and Rhia rode behind her. TC was wrapped in a cloak she'd begged off a man in Bree, as she'd developed a cold from the rainy night. She glared straight ahead, coughing every few minutes (making it much more dramatic than she needed to), refusing to talk to Sam and Rhia, who really couldn't care less.

Rhia was sitting happily on her new horse. Sam wouldn't part with Bill, so they ended up trading in Merry's pony. Sam and Rhia tried to trade Sammy, but TC wouldn't let them, and no one really wanted Sammy anyways.

Sam rather enjoyed Rhia's company. He found that she was much more grounded and sane than TC or MC was.

The two noticed that TC's pace was rather fast, and they were having trouble keeping up.

"Hey TC, could you slow down a bit?" Sam called as politely as he could. The effort was in vain as TC's only reply was a very rude (though to Sam, very random) hand gesture. "What's that mean?" he asked Rhia.

"It means she probably won't be slowing down." Rhia told him, then spotted a large stony structure. "Oh, is that Weathertop?"

"Yes it is. Dare I ask TC if we can stop here?"

"Um...let's just let TC decide where we stop." Rhia suggested. Sam agreed that that might be a good idea.

"At least we're back in Hobbiton," MC said, trying to find the bright side of the moment. "but you guys seriously need pants..."

"We'll go to Sam's house!" Merry revelated in joy, louder than needed.

"Maybe he'll know where TC and Rhia are."

The three walked over to Sam's hole, and knocked on the door. Rosie answered and immediately looked away.

"Can we have some pants.?" Pippin asked blatantly.

"Please, help yourself!" Rosie said, stepping aside to let Merry and Pippin in, still shielding her eyes. Merry and Pippin ran inside the house and searched for pants. Rosie looked at MC.

"Where's Sam?" MC asked.

"I sent him off with another hobbit and a human."

"Where'd they go?"

"Gondor."

"Why would they go there?" MC cried. "They couldn't just wait a couple minutes for us to get here, could they?"

"They left last night..."

"What?

"They left yesterday."

"How can that be? We just saw them a couple minutes ago!"

Rosie shrugged. Merry and Pippin appeared fully dressed.

"Come on guys, we're going to Gondor." MC told them, then she asked Rosie: "You wouldn't happen to have a map, would you?"

"If I had a map, I would have sent it with Sam and the other two. But I don't have a map at all."

"You let them go without a map?!"

"Yes, the hobbit said she knew the way."

"Oh no...Okay guys...lets go get the ponies ready."

The three walked over to where MC's house/hobbit hole was. Pippin's was the only pony standing there.

"You two go find two other ponies, I'll get a map from Frodo's house, since he obviously won't be using them anymore." MC then went over to Frodo's hobbit hole, which was, coincidentally, two holes down. She let herself in, and immediately discovered this would be a more difficult task than previously anticipated. It seemed the most logical and respected hobbit of the six who went on the quest had no system of organization. MC quickly began searching for the maps, literally throwing the place into disarray. Finally she found what she was searching for. She left the hobbit hole and headed back to where Merry and Pippin were.

"Why are there only two ponies?" MC asked.

"We can't find mine. I guess I have to ride with you on Rocket." Merry answered.

"Likely story." MC muttered, then mounted the pony, Merry mounting behind her. "Well, let's go to Bree."

"TC we haven't stopped for like, three days, can we please rest, for the ponies' sakes?" Rhia yelled. TC yelled back in a somewhat displeased tone 'politely' informing Rhia that they were not stopping until Rivendell.

"At least the scenery's nice." Sam commented, fully appreciating the surrounding vegetation. They were surrounded by woods, as they were in a forest. The three were content to ride in silence for a few moments.

Suddenly, a black blur of feathers came falling down from a treetop, landing perched on Sammy's head. It turned out to be a rooster. Other than being thrown off by it's less-than-graceful entrance, the three hadn't previously realized that roosters could fly, and so were confused at that. They all halted, Sam and Rhia pulled up on either side of TC. They became even more intrigued when they noticed the feathers growing out of its legs.

"TC, what are you doing?" Rhia asked, as though this were TC's doings.

"I'm wondering why this chicken seems intent upon staring at me." TC replied,

eyeing the fowl, which had not blinked since locking its eyes on TC. The hobbit slowly reached her arms around, grabbed the rooster, then threw it into the woods. "So...uh, let's go." TC and Sammy walked off, very quickly, Sam and Rhia's ponies keeping stride.

It wasn't long before they heard clucking behind them. They all turned their heads and saw the rooster running towards them, with it's undivided attention on TC.

"Holy crap!" the object of it's affection screamed, kicking her mount into a full gallop. Sam and Rhia followed suit.

"What did you do?" Sam cried, as if accusing TC of causing this.

"I don't know! I didn't do anything!" TC replied in elevated volume. She looked behind them and saw the chicken turn and run off the path, into the woods. The three decided to keep a brisk trot goring, just to be safe.

After a while, with no signs of the rooster, they slowed to a walk. Shortly after, they came to the clearing with Bilbo's trolls.

"Uh...how about we stop and rest here for the night." TC suggested, as it was getting dark and she would never admit she was afraid of the dark. She also had a fear of traveling through the woods at night, especially with a psycho-fowl on her tail.

"Finally." Sam muttered. "I didn't realize poor Bill could go three days without stopping."

"Someone start a fire." TC ordered, taking a seat at the base of one of the trolls. Rhia didn't quite like the way TC was suddenly bossy.

"Why don't you start the fire yourself?" Rhia asked.

"Dude...I can't work a microwave without blowing something up, do you really want me creating an open flame?"

"Fine." Rhia gathered a lot of sticks into a pile and stared blankly, unsure of how to proceed. "Uh..."

"Here, I'll do it." Sam said, and made Rhia watch so she knew how to do it. She didn't get it right off, so they were preoccupied for a while. TC sat, watching in amusement, until she heard a twig snap in the forest. Her head shot over to look in the direction of the noise, and she saw that friggin Polish Rooster. He was peering out at her from behind a tree. When TC looked over, he ran off.

TC had to investigate. She walked over to where the rooster had been, and searched the vicinity for about ten minutes. When she didn't find what she was looking for, she gave up and went back to the clearing. Sam was still trying to teach Rhia how to make a fire.

"Anyone feel like roast chicken tonight?" TC inquired.

"Where would we find the chicken?" Sam asked.

"Remember my little friend? He's somewhere around here." TC told him, taking her seat by the troll.

"Did you really walk right into a fire on the quest?" Rhia asked, making her own attempt at fire-creating.

"Yes..." TC muttered sheepishly.

"Well that was dumb."

"I was sleepwalking, alright! Maybe if someone—"TC paused to glare at Sam, then continued, "had woken me up, it wouldn't have happened."

"Well, I just think it's kind of funny, of all the directions you could have walked, you picked the fire."

"It wasn't a conscious decision! Besides it was either that or off the ledge."

Sam and Rhia gave TC a confused look. Hadn't she just said it was an unconscious decision? If that were true, how could she have chosen between the fire and the ledge?

The two didn't have long to ponder this thought as a repeat of earlier that day commenced. A mass of black feathers came 'flying' down from the top of the troll, right into TC's lap. It stared unblinking at her.

"I guess I have a new pet now." TC said.

"What's his name?" Sam asked, not sure he really wanted to hear the answer.

"Merry."

A/N: Alrighty, I have realized certain time elements may not match up...such as TC, Sam, and Rhia getting from Hobbiton to Bree to Weathertop in roughly 24 hours. So here's what's happening: TC, Rhia, and Sam's events are not being written in proportion to the time that Merry, Pippin, and MC's events are happening. Such as, by the time TC's group is to Rivendell, MC's group would have reached Bree by then. When this happens it usually means ive run out of ideas for one of the groups, but the time issue will catch up, as I will be forced to some way or another due to the plot, before everyone reaches their destinations.

And no, revelated is not a word, it's another word I made up from another word, just like pessimized. So here's my def. Revelated (adj): to vocalize a personal revelation

PS- No, the chicken is not random. True, it serves no purpose to the story...but it isn't random. Not to me, anyways.

Oh...I haven't forgotten abou t MC, Merry, and Pippin...I just don't have any ideas for them at the current moment...they will be more in the next chap, don't worry!