AN: forth chapter. Again, if you hold any wonderful feelings for any of the LotR characters DO NOT READ!!!! Unless you can laugh at them, then by all means read please! And review.

You have the right to read this story. Any chapters you read will be dumb and someone WILL probably die. You have the right to remain silent. Any thing you say can and will be misquoted and used against you. You have the right to an attorney, even though he will not help you at all, you still have that right.

Disclaimer: Really people I do not own LotR. This book is property of JRR Tolkein. I own none of the elves, or hobbits, dwarves, or wizards. The wargs, giant spiders, and Scary Trees With Eyes© are rentals. Please do not prosecute me. I am sooooooooooooo poor its not even funny. I do not want to steal any of the elves either. If you believe one of them is your soul mate I can recommend a few good psychiatrist.

The Nazgul and the Hobbit

Once upon a time there was a hobbit named Frodo. Frodo was a real fat hobbit whose top speed was one mph. Unfortuanatly for him he could only run this fast for maybe thirty seconds before fainting straight away.

Frodo was just like any other hobbit. He had brown curly hair, brown eyes, big feet, huge appetite, pointy ears, and a love for smoking, drinking, and stealing stuff. In fact the only thing even half way interesting about him was the pink sequin ring he took with him every where. Now someone took an interest in this hobbit because of this ring and decided the ring would make a great birthday gift for his master. This person was no other than one of the Nazgul.

Now the Nazgul was not a very fast runner, but he could run an average of ten mph and substain this speed for a very long time. So he challenged Frodo to a race. Frodo was sopping drunk at the time so he willingly accepted.

The next day at noon the hobbit with an extremely bad hangover and the Nazgul were lined up at a starting line that had appeared out of no where, and at 12:10 exactly the racers heard a bow twang and began to run.

Now the Nazgul definitely had the advantage of the race, and was quickly in the lead.

The Nazgul was almost to the finish line when he saw a couple of hobbits walking together, and couldn't help it but to run over to them and tease them insensately. One of the hobbits dindnt take to the teasing to well even if he was short, fat , and hairy, so he ipaled a three foot blade into the Nazgul.

Now the Nazgul was dead already so the blade kill him because he couldn't die AGAIN, but unfortuanatly for the Nazgul there was a really big tree behind him and the poor evil dark creature was stuck to it like a bug to a card.

While the Nazgul was trying to pull the sword from his stomach, Frodo passed him on his way to the finnish line, and when the hobbit was three inches away from the finnish he died of cardiac arrest. Three days later the Nazgul pulled the sword from his body and was going to get the ring from the hobbit, but he was beaten to it by a hundred hobbits who looted Frodo of every thing, and stripped the hobbits corpse down to his boxers. Since the Nazgul had nothing else to steal from the body he took the boxers.

THE END

Moral: never tease someone who can use a weapon. Especially in front of a big tree. If you must tease someone with a weapon make sure your armed with a bigger one.

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