Hey everyone. Here's chapter four. Once again I just want to thank all of you who are supporting this story. I like some of the ideas that most of you posted, and I am looking forward to look into. In response to Lord Link's. i have taken your advice. I'm trying my very best to make the chapters longer and will keep doing do for future chapters. As for the x-over "Avengers of the Ring" I read the story like 8 times. And it's a great story. I'll look into the ideas there as well. Alright everyone, enjoy.

Hiccup and Toothless have been flying around for three hours in pursuit of the children. They were just above them as they moved through the forest and watched them like hawks. As they flew over the Brandywine River, the weather started to changed. It was raining. Raining very hard. Much to Toothless's ability to flying through it. Yet it didn't stop them. They had to keep searching. Or this all would be flew for another hour before all of a sudden, they spotted a small town in the middle of a road. Something that they have been looking for.

"Let's get a closer look bud," Hiccup commanded.

Toothless gave him a nod before descending into the forest bellow. They landed just outside of the town. Where they spotted a double sized doorway with the sign "Bree" just above it. Hiccup keeps a watchful eye on their surroundings while approaching the door. From there, he gives a good knock at the front of the door. After that, he and the Dragon Alpha see a small wooden hole open up just in front of his face. Through that door was an old man, maybe even older. he didn't have to look up since Hiccup was just across his face.

"Well, aren't you just the particular guy out here," he said. "What business do you have in Bree?"

"Me and my partner here are looking for four children that just stopped here a while ago," Hiccup answered. "We were told that they might be here."

"Children," said the old man. "Well, I have seen no such thing around these parts. But if you're talking about hobbits, then they passed here just a few minutes ago."

"Hobbits, you say?" Hiccup questioned.

"Yeah, Shire-folk," the old man responded. "You could probably mistaken them for kids because of their height. Everyone does these days."

"I'll take you're word for that," Hiccup commented.

The old man chuckled a bit before going right to the point.

"Anyway," he continued. "What business do you have with hobbits? I'm sure you have something to do with them coming so early?"

"We only want to ask them a few questions," Hiccup answered. "The rest is our own business."

"Hmm," the old man thought. "Alright, I'll let you in..."

He turns to open the door. But before he could do so, he pauses. He turns back around and then says to Hiccup, "Oh, and if I might ask. Is that a dragon that you are accompanied with?"

Hiccup gives him a look before looking back at Toothless. Then he came into a realization and turns back to the old man.

"Oh yeah," he said. "This is Toothless. He's a friend of mine. You don't need to worry about him."

"Alright," said the old man. "Pardon me for asking. I meant no offense. It's my job to ask these types of questions."

Then he shuts the wooden hole. it didn't take long before he opens the door and lets the two pass.

"Go on through," he said. "Enjoy your stay at Bree."

"Thank you sir," Hiccup complimented. "Come on bud."

Then, the two walked through the gates and entered through the Village of Bree. And as the pair walk through town, they do a little bit of exploring to see what type of town this is. And much to their surprise, this was nothing different compared to the type of life style back at home. They strolled down the streets, aware to all of their surroundings. They saw many wooden houses that stretched throughout the village itself.

They passed many wagons that had huge working horses almost the size of Toothless pulling them. Maybe even bigger. Even the people themselves and what they wore. Hiccup took note to the fact that it's almost similar to many viking designs.

But he also kept a close eye on the men who were just staring at them. Such odd faces looked upon him and his dragon. Especially the dragon. Many had their eyes peeled on him. Most covered their women and children away and shielded some of the horses. But Toothless ignored them very well. For he and his rider had no other business with them. Particularly because he was something no one has ever seen in a hundred years.

"This looks like our kind of place," he commented. "Except for the many people that are staring at us. Right bud?"

Toothless lets out a low warble before continuing on. They went on for another block before the Night Fury's ears perked up. His shot his head out and looked at the direction of the building right across from them. Hiccup looked too and saw a sign with a pony symbol just in front of it. Signifying the presence of the Prancing Pony. Their main before Hiccup could enter he stops his dragon.

"Stay out here bud," he said. "I don't think these folks would like seeing a dragon in an inn such like this."

Toothless gives him a nod before he disappears into an ally just to the right of the inn. Leaving Hiccup to himself to enter the inn. He puts his hands on the door before stopping dead in his tracks. He looks down and lets out a low sigh. Things could go completely wrong in situations like this. And he knew it better than anyone else. But he had to try. There had to be a reason why those "hobbits" were being chased by those hooded men. And he had to know why. So his

So with half of his strength, he pushes the inn door open and enters through. Inside, he saw a whole manner of men that were sitting on wooden tables that covered most of the inn. He took note of all of the drinks that they had and the food that they served.

Similar to viking meals he would usually have. The place in general was something similar to the inns that he had back at home. The only difference was that there was a lot of commotion. Lots and lots of commotion. He walked across some of those tables and continued his search. But he also noticed that some people he passed strange stares. It made the viking chief nervous at first since it was his first time here, but he decided to ignore them all.

He made his way across the inn and headed straight for the bar. He took a seat and tried to act natural. The people at the bar took one glance at him before continuing with their own business. He orders himself a drink and asks no questions. As he waits for a drink, he looks at his surroundings for two reasons.

The first reason was to see if he was being watched in any other way. Strangers always were a bad sign for him. Especially in uncharted territory. He doesn't know if someone or something could be keeping an eye out on him. And for that, he had to be careful. The second reason was to see if he could find the "hobbits" that he saved earlier.

He looks behind him and just before he could look in front, see spots them. The four hobbits were sitting at a long table just in the middle of the room. Like him, they seemed to be minding their own business. He stares at them for a moment before he realizes that one of them was staring right at him. After a brief moment of staring, he breaks contact and collects the drink that he ordered. Going about his business and trying his best not to get himself noticed. Which was extra tricky for him.

Frodo and his friends were sitting about in the middle section of the Prancing Pony. Minding their own business such as everyone else in the inn. Turns out they have never reached their contact and are now currently waiting for him to show up. He takes a look around before he sees a strange man at the bar. He couldn't tell if he was someone familiar to him or not. Mainly because the stranger looked as if he was any other man in the area.

As he looked on, he saw a strange symbol on the man's shoulder. Something similar to a dragon. At that moment, he knew that this man was familiar. But it was best that he didn't say a word. For he didn't know who he was. Or if he was a good guy or a bad guy. So he played it cool as well. Minding his own business himself.

So stops staring and looks around the room. Seeing if there were any other suspicious people that could be watching him. He keeps on looking before he notices another peculiar man that was sitting at the corner of the inn smoking a pipe. He couldn't see his face because he was wearing a cloak, but in his heart he knew that he was strange.

"You okay Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked him.

He said nothing at first, but eventually he answered Sam's question. Not trying to stay silent forever.

"Yeah," he muttered. "I'm alright."

Then Sam continues on with his business and leaves Frodo be. The young hobbit continues to stare at the two strange men. He is being watched. From two directions. By men that he has never known. Which made him even more nervous than before. Who were these men? He thought. Are they together? Are they separate? Are they good? Are they evil? Or are they just here for the same thing? These questions flooded his mind, endlessly asking him.

Yet he had to still play a low profile. Blowing his cover would mean the failure of his mission. Something that he or his kin could not afford at a time like this. Not now or ever. For this is a task that he must do. No matter what the cost of it is.

Hiccup still sat at the bar. Looking back at the four hobbits that were directly behind him. He took note of the drinks that were served and how remarkably delicious they were. He asked the bartender how it is made and took little notes of the ingredients. He asked what it was called and a fine feller right beside of him answered that it was called "Ale". Which was a form of beer that was very popular around these parts.

He took another sip of his third drink before looking back at the hobbits. And out of curiosity, he turns back to the bar keeper. Seeing if he had some answers.

"Hey sir, if I may ask," he said. "Who are those four that are sitting over there? I heard so much about them. But not enough to know them specifically."

"Not much," the bartender answered. "Only that they're hobbits of the Shire. The leader of them says that he goes by the name "Mr. Underhill."

"Hmm," said Hiccup. "That's...very odd."

"He said that he was looking for a feller named Gandalf," the bartender added.

"Who's that?"

"Oh that feller, he's one of them wizards. Most powerful beings if that to be. Would like another drink?"

"Sure."

Then, he passes Hiccup another drink. All of this was coming to him fast. First hobbits and now wizards. This word was getting stranger and stranger by the day. And this was something that he needed to process quickly. But he needed more answers. Answers that could probably settle his ind and cool off. Luckily for him though, these hobbits got the answers he needed. And now he just has to find a way to get them alone and ask him.

But while he thought about this, he also thought about Toothless and his situation outside. Last time he seen him, he saw that he hid himself in an ally just behind the inn. If anything should happen to him, he would probably blame himself for it. So it was probably best that he would go outside and check on him.

"Excuse me," he said as he left the bar.

He went across the tables and headed straight for the door. He was only a few yards away before he started noticing that Mr. Underhill's hand was fidgeting. He stops right where he is and investigates further to the scene. He looks at his hand and tries to identify what the problem was. But he couldn't get a better look. He instead forgets about it and starts heading for the door again.

But before he could exit, he hears something from the corner of his ear. He looks back and see's this "Underhill" jumping from his seat and started heading to one of the other hobbits. Who was talking to some folks at the other end of the bar. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his heart. He spins around and faces at the scene.

He watches as the other hobbit spills some ale on the floor. Causing Underhill to slip on a person's boot from behind. As he falls, he releases something that was in his hand into the air above. Hiccup squinted at it to get a closer look and notices that the object is a small golden ring. Which really surprised him. He looked on as he saw the ring fall back down towards the hobbit.

He sees him raise his right hand up to catch it, but instead, the ring slides down to his finger. And before his bright green eyes, Hiccup watches as the hobbit disappears into thin air. Which took Hiccup back a few steps. For someone like him to vanish into thin air, that was something very suspicious. Even for a small guy like the hobbit himself.

"What in Thor's name just happened?" he muttered to himself.

He looks out the door and wonders about getting Toothless, but then turns back to the scene. Toothless might have to wait for a little bit longer. For this was a case that he had to investigate further into.

He looks to find the hobbit that suddenly vanished, when from the corner of his eye. He spots a man staring at both him and the other hobbits. He watched as he got up from his seat and walked straight for the hobbits. He grew suspicious of him, but decided to focus on the missing hobbits. He turns back to see the hobbit appear again where he was standing. Which surprises him even more.

But before he could make a move, he sees the stranger grab the hobbit and force him up against a wall. In which Hiccup now hid behind a barrel just a few feet from the door. He kept watching as the stranger forces the hobbit up the stairs and disappears up in the second floor. From there, he silently starts heading up stairs, watching if anyone else would follow them. he had to get them two alone so he could do a little bit of...reconnaissance.

He slowly climbed up the stairs and saw a door just at the end of the hallway. There, he peeked through the door and saw that the two were talking alone. He heard only little of what they were saying, but he knew that he had to save that boy. Otherwise he would look like a complete knucklehead to let him hanging. So he checks the door knob to see if it was locked, which unfortunately it was.

Then, he pulls out his sword and prepares for what's behind that door. And finally, with one thrust, he kicks the door open and comes face to face with the stranger. Who had dark long hair and had his own sword pointed at him. They were in a stand off. Both swords held at bay. Ready to fight. The two stared upon eye contact. Waiting to make the first move.

Yet before he did so, Hiccup looked to his left and saw the hobbit unharmed. In which he was thankful for. Then he set his eyes upon the mysterious stranger once again. He stared back at him while keeping his eye on the hobbit himself. After a moment of this stand off, Hiccup breaks the silence.

"Let him go," he said. "He's had enough of this."

"What business is it of yours, boy?" the stranger questioned.

"It's my business when I see a kid being dragged upstairs like a dog," Hiccup sharply answered.

"It was not my intention to," the stranger argued. "But he is in danger."

"Maybe," he said. "But not as long as he's in my hands. Now for the last time, let him go!"

The man chuckled as if he was joking.

"It's just you and me now," he said. "And I can handle a sword much better than you."

Hiccup became nervous at that time. Yeah he could use a sword, but this man looks like he can use it better than he can. He needed back up badly. But before he could think twice, he sees something that was just over the stranger. He first thought it was a lantern holder, but he saw that the figure had an eye that opened up and stared at the man.

From the look of the eye he saw that it was familiar and stared at it. The stranger wondered why, but when a faint growl was heard. he looked at the figure and saw a pair of wings unfold from where he saw. He backed up and saw a Toothless appear right by the book shelf behind him. The dragon climbed down on all fours and lets out a hiss-like roar at the stranger.

There he pointed his sword at the Night Fury, unaware that the viking chief was pointing his sword at him as well. He backed up a few steps, pointing his sword at two fronts. Now the odds had turned against his favor. Having to fight a dragon is one thing, but with on its side. That was a rare thing to see.

"Toothless," Hiccup said to the dragon. "How did you get in here?"

Toothless then motioned to the window just behind the stranger. Who looked back and saw that the window wasn't wide open. He sighs before turning back to their direction. Yet, as he looked at them, he began to wonder if they were familiar to them. He first looks at the boy, who had a sword that was on fire.

And then he looked back at the dragon, which was nothing he'd ever seen before. Yet, he wondered if it could be true. If they are to be something that could change the fate of the future ahead.

"Who are you?" he asked them both.

"I could ask you the same thing," he answered. "But if you want introductions, my name's Hiccup. And that's Toothless."

He took one last look at the two of them before he came to a really big realization.

"So it is true," he mumbled.

Hiccup looked at him bluntly before looking back at Toothless. Who shrugged and looked back. But before they could get into any details, they heard footsteps coming from the door and drew their weapons to it. There, they saw the three other hobbits rushing through the door with their battle stances.

"Let him go," said the one in the middle. "Or I'll have you you longshanks!"

At that moment, the two of them laid down their swords. Knowing that they're just protecting their friend. Hiccup motioned Toothless to stand down. He didn't know why, but he didn't even ask.

"You have a stout heart, little hobbit," said the stranger. "But it won't save you."

"I'm not sure if you have a stout heart," Hiccup mocked.

The stranger pretended not to hear him and looked at the hobbit near the fireplace with concerned eyes.

"You can no longer wait for your wizard Frodo. They're coming?"

"Who are?" Hiccup asked.

"Ask me at another time," the stranger answered. "But now, we have to hide quickly."

Hiccup looked at the window and heard footsteps just outside of the inn. He looked outside and saw trouble lurking bellow them.

"What did you have in mind?"

Outside, the old man hears a horse snickering just outside of the wall. He went to check on who it was, but by the time he opened the small hole he had, the whole thing had crushed him from within. Beyond that, the same hooded men who had attacked the hobbits before had charged into the village of Bree with their horses. They broke to their left and approached the Prancing Pony.

There, they parked their horses just outside and went straight into the inn. Their swords were at bay as the entered through. Many people had hid themselves from these wicked men. In fear of all of the things that they would do. They watched as they went upstairs and into the second room. There, everyone cleared out of the inn and ran in multiple directions.

Upstairs, the hobbits laid peacefully in their beds. With not the strangers or the dragon in sight of them. They doze off in their dreams with no harms to come to them. But, they were unaware that four of the hooded men were standing over them. Each of them took a bed and raised their swords high. Ready to make the kill with no sign of mercy.

And just before they could awake, the swords came crashing down on them. Piercing their hearts like leather. They stabbed rapidly, showing no quarter or any sign of resistance. Outside, the horses grew restless. Kicking up as they whined violently. The beauty of death had come to their cause.

Or did it? At a room right across from the inn, Hiccup and the Stranger had watched through a window to see the result. Back at the room, they removed the blankets from the bed to see the bodies. Yet all they got was stuffed pillows with feathers sticking out. They screeched in furious anger. Tipping the beds over and throwing them across the room.

It was loud enough to awaken the three hobbits that were sleeping. With Frodo sitting on top of the bed. Toothless appeared in the corner of the room. Growling as the screeching continued. Turns out, both Hiccup and this Stranger tricked the hooded men into thinking that the hobbits were in that same room they were in before. But now they are currently in a room that they are in at this moment. Which was a clever idea in the Stranger's favor.

"What are they?" Frodo asked.

Hiccup did not answer this one. For he did not have the answer to it. Yet, he turned over to the Stranger. Who could have some information that we himself would like to know as well.

"They were once men," he answered silently. "Great kings of men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. And one by one had fallen into darkness. Now they are slaves to his will."

He looked out again and saw the hooded men leaving the inn and mounting their horses. By further due, they watched as the wicked men leave the village of Bree and disappear into darkness. He stares for another moment before looking back at the others. Hiccup looked at him with very suspicious eyes. He never had heard of such evil men that have been corrupted by this "deceiver." Which made him more curious then ever before.

"What are they called by?" he asked the stranger.

"They are the Nazgul," the Stranger answered.. "Ringwraiths. Neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the ring, drawn to the power of The One."

Then he turns his attention to Frodo. Who gave him a worried set of eyes.

"They will never stop hunting you," he told the young hobbit. "Which is why we need to leave."

And that's then end of the chapter. Please click on the review box if you have anything regarding the future chapters. Right guys, stay tuned for chapter 5.