Author's note:

Sorry I haven't updated in sooooo long! I really have to update sooner. Especially for this story since it is already written in play form. I promise to update this story a lot faster! The other one... well that one takes a while to do.

Later in the day, the hobbits are still walking down the road followed by Gandalf. Sam, eager to for the journey and slightly bored, begins to sing. Now his singing, my friends, can be described as, well as not the best let's just say.

(a.n. to the tune of We're off to see the Wizard)

"We're off to see the elves!

The wonderful wonderful elves!

Doo doo doo doo doo doo!

We're off to see…"

"Would you stop that!" cut in an irritated Merry.

"But why?" asked a very confused Sam.

"Because we don't care about elves," growled Merry.

Sam gasped, horrified. "How can you not care about elves! The short little people with pointy ears and funny hats that charm everyone's lives? How could you not like them? How? I bet you ten bucks that you aren't going to get anything for Christmas this year. Santa's elves will be insulted and not make you anything, or even worse," here his eyes grew large, "they will give you COAL for Christmas!"

"Santa doesn't exist! Grow p Sam!" answered Merry rolling his eyes and praying for patience.

"Of course he exists! How could he not? Him and his short elves bring me presents every year!" responded a desperate Sam.

"Short elves? I think you're thinking about dwarves there, not elves. Dwarves are the short ones," said Pippin who had heard just the part of the short elves.

"Dwarves? How could you possibly get those two confused? Everyone knows that the dwarven kind are the sworn enemies of the elves ever since the time in 1047 when…" cut in Frodo. "What?" he asked shifting uncomfortably as the entire Fellowship turned to stare at him.

"Nerd," said Sam in a stage whisper. He started mysteriously coughing.

"Are you alright Sam," asked Frodo not getting the coughing. Sam just coughed harder. Suddenly, the lights disappeared.

"Hey! Where did the lights go?" exclaimed Merry who was beginning to panic. He hated the dark. Ever since that time someone sneaked up on him and kidnapped him, he had always hated it. The memory still made him shudder. Now he thought about it, that kidnapper smelled kind of like Gandalf. No, it couldn't be! No!

"I think it's that tree. See look. It's sunny over there," said Pippin.

"Hush you idiots! One of Suron's minions is coming! That is one of the signs!" Everyone froze and sure enough, the sound of a horse soon echoed down the road. "Quick, quick everyone! Get down!" shouted Gandalf. He immediately squatted at the side of the road.

"I'm sure he'll see us," protested Frodo. "Who wouldn't? We're in plain view here! Don't you think we should get back in the trees? Hello? Is anyone listening to me? HELLO!"

A collective shhh came from the group.

"Fine!" The hoof beats came closer and closer. A Nazgul astride a black steed came into view. The Nazgul appeared to be consulting a piece of paper.

"No, no that can't be them. It says here that Gandalf is dangerous mastermind." In the background, Gandalf swells up like a bullfrog. "No mastermind would be hiding at the side of the road in plain sight," continued the Nazgul. Gandalf immediately deflates in the background. "Oh well. I'll have to look somewhere else now," sighed the Nazgul who quickly rode off.

"Well that was a close one!" exclaimed Sam jumping back onto his feet.

"You betcha!" exclaimed Pippin. Suddenly, a rustling sound was heard in the trees above. The hobbits and Gandalf all looked up. The rustling grew louder and the tree began to shake. Suddenly, a man jumped out.

"I'll save you!" he exclaimed while in the air. A crash was heard in the forest and then a moan. The man had landed on top of Frodo. "Oops sorry about that Frodo. I didn't see you there."

"How does everyone know my name?" said a winded Frodo attempting to wail.

"Err," said the man nervously. "Anyways, are you ok? The Nazgul didn't harm you? No injuries?" he blurted quickly changing the subject. Everyone shook their head. " Are you sure? Maybe I should call the nearest hospital to make sure," continued the man in a fussy voice.

"Who are you?" cut in Sam rudely.

"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn," said the man. "Now are you sure you're all fine? What if one of you accidently broke a bone? Oh no! That would just be terrible!"

"Aragorn, we're fine!" shouted Gandalf.

"If you say so," said Aragorn reluctantly breaking off his rambings.

Author's Note:

So how was it? Good, bad, too short? If it's too short, I might make two scenes in one chapter. Don't forget to review!