Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Freddy or LOTR, but if I did, I'd be in Australia right now, soaking up some rays. Or in my room playing video games, either's fine with me, as long as I'm in Australia.
Brittany: There you go Freddy, you're free now
Freddy: Wait until I get my claw on that prune, he's gonna pay!
Brittany: uh, Freddy, I really think you should just leave poor Gandalf alone
Freddy: I don't care what you think! Now, if you'll excuse me, I must retreat to my room, and come up with evil, ingenious, plans to make Gandalf PAY! (Runs to room cackling evilly)
Brittany: he will never learn
Chapter 5: The Prancing Pony
After many hours had passed on the boat, everyone started to get tired, they all found a spot to sit on the wooden floor, and tried to warm themselves up, it was a very cold night, and being on the water didn't help. Freddy began to dig his claws into the boat, scratching it, he was rather bored, and this was the only entertaining thing that he could think of doing.
Finally Merry announced that the had reached Bree, everyone rather stiffly got up, and jumped off the boat when it had reached the dock. After everyone stretched, they crossed the road, and by this time it was raining, so everyone was in a gloomy mood, especially Freddy, he seemed to really care about his hair, now that he had some.
"My poor hair, its going to be all tangly messed up," Freddy complained, trying to comb his hair with his fingers. Tamara and Brittany rolled their eyes, but Glen handed Freddy some gel.
"Here it always keeps mine nice and un-tangly," Glen said.
Freddy nodded his head in thanks, and squeezed almost all of the substance onto his hair, then smoothed it all over.
"Why were you caring that anyways?" Freddy asked Glen, handing the gel, back to him.
"You never know when your hair might need to be fixed or gelled up," Glen answered.
"To true, to true," Freddy replied.
"Now, if you guys are done talking about hair products, which I have to say is very feminine, we can go to the inn of the Prancing Pony, and get dry!" Tamara exclaimed.
Glen blushed, and Freddy snarled, but both joined the group, and headed over to the big gate thing, which looked like it took a long time to build, but was then cruelly destroyed due to a ringwraith breaking it down, oops, getting ahead of the story here.
They ran across the road, and knocked on the door.
"What do you want?" a voice asked, obviously the gatekeeper.
"Um... how about four kids meals, a big mac, cesar side salad, and a double cheeseburger," Freddy answered.
"Uh, Freddy, this isn't a fast food restaurant," Brittany whispered to Freddy, was disappointed that he wasn't going to get a double cheeseburger, he was very hungry.
"We're headed for the Prancing Pony," Frodo answered, after looking at Freddy like he was crazy.
The gatekeeper opened the door, and shined the light on them. "Ah! The light! I'm blind! Merry, save me! I'm BLIND!" Pippin yelled, clutching Merry, and closing his eyes.
"Open your eyes, you nitwit," Merry growled.
"Oh, that's much better, thanks Merry," Pippin said happily.
"Hobbits, four hobbits, and four humans, and what's more, out of the Shire, by your talk. What business brings you to Bree?" the gatekeeper asked.
"Glad to see you can count," Freddy grumbled, which made Brittany have to bite her lip, so as not to laugh.
"We wish to stay at the inn, our business is our own," Frodo answered again. The other's were apparently shy.
"Alright young sir, I met no offense," the gatekeeper said, opening the gate and letting them in.
They all walked in, and heard the gatekeeper say behind them, "its my job to ask questions afer nightfall. There's talk of strange folk abroad, can't be to careful."
They made their way through the busy and muddy streets of Bree, and found what they were looking for, the Inn of the Prancing Pony.
They entered the inn, which was even busier then the street, and waited at the desk for the manager.
"Excuse me," Frodo finally spoke up.
"Good evening little masters, and big masters, and ladies. If you're seeking accommodation, we've got some nice, cozy Hobbit sized rooms available, and some normal sized rooms for the rest of you, Mr...ah..,"
"Underhill, my name is Underhill," Frodo said quickly.
"Underhill? Hmmmm," the manager thought for a moment.
"We're friends of Gandalf the Grey, can you tell him we've arrived?" Frodo asked.
"Gandalf? Gandalf? Oh yeah! I remember, elderly chap, big grey beard, pointy hat?"
"All the signs of being a wizard," Freddy muttered.
"Shh," Brittany shushed Freddy.
"Not seen him for six months," the manager said shaking his head.
"What do we do now?" Sam asked worriedly.
"Drink our fill!" Freddy suggested enthusiastically.
"I'm up for that!" Pippin and Merry said in unison.
Before anyone could argue, the three rushed away to the bar, and ordered big, and strong beers. The rest of the group, found a nice table in the back, and sat, ordering food, and waiting for Gandalf to arrive.
Sam kept glancing nervously around, soon Frodo had to say, "Sam he'll be here. He'll come." In order to calm Sam down. Freddy, Pippin, and Merry would be there at the table for one second, then at the bar for another drink the next. Brittany and Tamara wondered what trouble Freddy would get himself into this time, when he got drunk. They didn't have to wait long, soon laughing could be heard in the middle on the room, someone was entertaining the guests quite well, Tamara and Brittany didn't even have to guess who the entertainer was.
They got up to have a better look, and when they saw, they burst out laughing with the others. Pippin, Freddy, and Merry, had gotten up on a table, and were doing the can-can, while singing, 'Don't Phunk With My Heart,' by the Black Eyed Peas, how Merry and Pippin knew the song, was a mystery, but they seemed to know the song very well. Pippin was singing the part of Fergi, Merry was singing Taboo's part, and Freddy was singing Will I Am's part. It was hilarious to hear Pippin's voice trying to sound like Fergi's, and Merry's accent always getting in the way when he was singing. But Freddy was the most comical, his low raspy voice, was not made to sing, every time he hit a wrong note, which was all the time, it sounded like a foghorn, but despite the horrible singing, it was quite gut-splitting to see Merry, Pippin and Freddy kick their legs as high as they could go, Freddy nearly kicking the two Hobbits, since there heads were right in the kicking range of Freddy.
When the song ended, the trio got off the table, and bowed to their audience. Tamara and Brittany joined Frodo, Sam, and Glen back at the table, and told them what the commotion was all about. Glen had a good laugh about it, but Frodo and Sam were still worried.
"That fellow's done nothing but stare at you, since we've arrived," Sam pointed to a cloaked man sitting in the corner, he was smoking a pipe, his hood was up so they couldn't see his face. Tamara and Brittany smiled at each other, they knew who it was, and Brittany couldn't help but feel a little lurch in her stomach, she had a thing for Aragorn when the movies first came out, but she was over him now. Likewise Tamara, had a thing for Frodo, but she to had moved on, to someone who equally liked, and cared for her, though was to shy to tell her this...Glen.
"Excuse me, that man in the corner, who is he?" Frodo asked the manager, who's name turned out to be Butterbur.
"He's one of them Rangers, they're dangerous folk they are, wandering the wilds. What his right name is, I never heard, but round here he's known as Strider," Butterbur said, then swept off to some more customers.
"Strider," Frodo whispered to himself. Meanwhile, Freddy had returned, and sat at the table.
"Great singing," Brittany joked.
"Thanks, I've always dreamed about going on American Idol, I would kill the competition," Freddy said proudly.
"Yeah, you would kill them with your voice," Tamara teased.
"Your just jealous," Freddy sneered.
"Sure I am," Tamara said sarcastically.
"Told you," Freddy muttered.
Tamara glared but said nothing, instead she took Glen's arm, and draped it across her neck.
Glen blushed, but didn't move is arm, Freddy snickered at the blushing Glen, but stopped when he saw that Glen was enjoying it. Freddy became confused, he felt like something cold and metallic had stabbed him in the heart, he felt...alone. For the first time ever, Freddy was jealous of what these two in front of him had, they had love, something he was always kept away from. Sure he thought he had loved Loretta, but then he found out she was a nosy, gossiping bitch, and had to be done away with, so that marriage thing didn't go as it should have.
He turned away from the happy couple, and looked at Frodo and Sam, but Sam was looking around nervously, and Frodo seemed to meditating, so Freddy stopped watching them too. Then he saw Brittany, who was watching Tamara and Glen, a smile on her face. Brittany was different then Loretta, she wasn't whiny, she was, what was she? Freddy didn't know, but looked away as Brittany noticed him watching her, and looked at him curiously.
Freddy decided to get another drink, he didn't know when he was going to get another chance to drink some good alcohol, so he decided to drink as much as he could stand.
Brittany watched Freddy go, why had he been watching her? The perv, maybe it was best she didn't know, then she wouldn't have to get all angry with him again. She saw Frodo suddenly get up, and rush toward Pippin, who was just at that moment about to spill the beams on the true identity of Mr. Underhill.
"Frodo Baggins, he's my second cousin once removed on his mother's side, and my third cousin twice removed on his father's side. If you follow me," Pippin babbled.
"Pippin!" Frodo cried, grabbing Pippin's shoulder.
"Steady on, Frodo!" Pippin exclaimed.
Frodo tripped on someone's foot, and fell on the ground, throwing the ring into the air, for all to see. Freddy who was standing next to Pippin, watched Frodo fall, and muttered, "klutz."
But he was both shocked and startled when the ring landed exactly on Frodo's finger, and Frodo disappeared into thin air. "Wow, that kid's got a good magic trick," Freddy confessed.
Tamara and Brittany watched as Frodo reappeared underneath a table, and looked around him nervously. They saw Strider walk up to him, and grab him by the shoulder, and carry him away.
Sam saw this too, and with a cry of dismay, he ran over to Merry, Pippin, and Freddy, and whispered to them what he had just seen. Tamara, Brittany, and Glen, followed the other's to rescue Frodo.
They saw a door close, and heard Frodo's voice behind it, they all charged to the door, even Freddy who was just happy at the hope of finally being able to kill someone. But poor Freddy was not to have his way.
"Let him go, or I'll have you, Longshanks!" Sam shouted angrily, holding out his fists ready to fight. Freddy started chuckling at the Hobbits name-calling, Longshanks, wasn't a very good threatening name.
Strider, who had drawn his sword, sheathed it, and slightly smiled, which made Brittany have goose bumps, and shudder slightly. Freddy noticed this, and arched an eyebrow at her, she shrugged and continued to watch Strider and Sam.
"You have a stout heart, little Hobbit, but that alone won't save you. You can no longer wait for the wizard Frodo, they're coming," Strider said dramatically.
And it was at this time, that the ringwraiths, broke down the poor gate, and killed the Gatekeeper who I one day decided to call Tom. Poor Tom, I hardly knew him, but he did his job bravely and proudly! Rest in Peace Tom, rest in peace.
Anyways, back to the story.
"You all have to stay here for the night, they'll search for you in your rooms. You're safer here then there," Strider said, moving his chair over to the window.
"Great, I'm tired, goodnight everyone!" Pippin said brightly, he jumped onto the bed, and instantly fell asleep.
"Wow, he's a fast sleeper," Glen whispered, since he didn't want to wake Pippin.
"Yeah, but he's a loud snorer," Merry mumbled, pushing Pippin, so he could have some room on the bed.
"I don't hear anything," Tamara said, but at that instant, Pippin opened his mouth, and let out a sound that sounded like a mix between a snore, and a train whistle. It was so ear-piercing, that the windows threatened to crack.
"How is a person that small, capable of making a sound that loud!" Freddy shouted, it was the only way to be heard through Pippin's snoring.
"Great, now I'm never going to get any sleep," Brittany moaned.
"You'll get used to it, at least I did," Merry yelled, putting cotton balls in his ears.
"Hey, do you have enough everybody?" Tamara asked.
Merry nodded, and handed everyone their pair of cotton balls. They all put them in their ears, and were surprised o find that Pippin's snoring had been reduced to nothing more then a whisper.
Sam, and Frodo climbed on the bed, and got comfortable. Strider brought out sleeping bags, pillows, and blankets, ad set them on the floor, for Glen, Tamara, Freddy, and Brittany.
"Lucky Hobbits, they get the nice warm, bed, while old Freddy has to sleep on the floor, no respect," Freddy muttered, though nobody heard him.
After everyone got settled, they all drifted off to sleep, all except Strider, who remained on watch at the window. Soon a piercing cry filled the night air, loud enough to penetrate the cotton balls shield of sound or snore protection.
Everyone sat bolt straight up on their beds, or sleeping bags, and took out their cotton balls from their ears.
"What are they?" Frodo asked Strider.
"They were once men, great Kings of men. Then Sauron the Deceiver, gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question, one by one falling into darkness, and now they are slaves to his will," Strider answered quietly.
"Thanks for the bedtime story, I'm going back to bed before Train whistle here, starts snoring," Freddy said pointing to Pippin, then laid down on his sleeping bag and fell asleep.
Brittany watched him for a moment, he seemed less murderous when he was sleeping, more vulnerable and open. She smiled when he started to snore, not a loud obnoxious snore like Pippin's but a soft, quiet snore.
Tamara caught Brittany's eye, and smirked, Brittany rolled her eyes, and turned her attention back to Strider and Frodo.
"They are the Nazgul, ringwraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the Ring, drawn to the power of the one. They will never stop hunting you," Strider finished quietly.
"Well that was cheerful, now I'm going to have nightmares, I'm not going to get any sleep!" Pippin said loudly.
"Good!" everyone said unison, if Pippin didn't sleep, that meant there would be no snoring.
"Hmph! Well you guys aren't very nice, no sympathizing at all! You're all so heartless!" Pippin yelled, then hid himself under the covers. After awhile, his snoring could be heard, though a little muffled, it was still pretty loud, so everyone put their cotton balls back in their ears, and one by one, fell asleep.