Author's note: This is just Six's introduction to this world. Also neither the elves nor the wizard will know of Six or the rest of the Halo universe. Don't forget to review.

Chapter 3

Noble Six POV

As the Spartan's pelican exited slipspace he looked out the windshield and saw a lone planet, it had a sun and moon but no other planets nearby. "Highly unusual" Six thought wondering what other secrets this planet might hold. As he approached the planet, he ran a few scans to see what the planet's atmosphere held. The first was a scan for the gases in the planet's atmosphere, finding close to the exact same composition as on Earth, he proceeded to run a scan for surface metal, which is a good indicator of a civilizations industrial stage. He found little surface metal, indicating that no advanced civilizations were present. Lastly he ran some thermal scans to see the most populated areas, in case there happened to be a primitive civilization. He slowly flew into the planet's atmosphere. When he got in, he headed towards a forest on the planet's surface.

Six stepped out of his pelican, his boots squelching in the mud. He ran an inventory check to see what supplies were available: five assault rifles, three designated marksmen rifles, six magnums, seven combat knives, two rocket launchers, three sniper rifles and an energy sword. He had plenty of ammunition for all of them and also a ton of grenades. He also possessed an active camouflage module, a drop shield module and a jet pack. In terms of food, he possessed plenty of MRE's and jugs of water to last for three months.

After he finished he decided to head out and explore, he took an assault rifle, a DMR, and his energy sword. He also took four frag grenades, his active camo module and a cloak to cover his armor. He headed out into the wild.

Frodo Baggins POV

Frodo and the hobbits stumbled through the forest to the gates of Bree, when they reached them, Frodo knocked quickly on the door. After a minute an old man peeked out of a peephole, seeing nothing, he opened a shorter one and looked through. "Whadda' you want!" He sneered, as he glanced towards the four hobbits. "We are heading for the Prancing Pony" Frodo replied...The man opened the door "Hobbits, four of 'em." He exclaimed in surprise, "What business brings you to Bree?" The man asked, "We wish to stay at the inn, our business is our own." Said Frodo, to his relief, the gate keeper unlocks the gate. "Now, young fella' I meant no offense, it's my job to ask questions after nightfall. There's been talk of strange folk abroad, you can't be too careful."

The dark streets of Bree are barely lit and shady characters watch the hobbits from every angle. Lanterns lit the darkness. Buildings loom over the diminutive hobbits. After they trek through the narrow streets of Bree, they eventually come across the Prancing Pony. Frodo Opens the door and the hobbits are blinded by the lights of the Inn. Frodo walks up to the Inn keeper. "Excuse me?" The hobbit asks. Butterbur looks down at them. "Good evening, little masters. If you're seeking accommodations, we've got some nice cozy Hobbit sized rooms available, Mr.… ah…" "Underhill. The name's Underhill."

"Underhill… hmmm." "We're friends of Gandalf the grey… can you tell him we've arrived?" Butterbur frowns as he thinks. "Gandalf… Gandalf." Recognition lights his face up. "Oh yes, I remember… Elderly chap? Big grey beard, Pointy hat." Frodo nods his head. Butterbur shakes his head slowly. "Not seen him for six months." Frodo looks shocked. "What do we do now?" Asks Sam, as the hobbits think about their predicament.

Six's POV

Six jogged along towards the largest heat signature for fifty kilometers of his current location, figuring it to be a small village or whatnot of an alien race. After an hour of sustained jogging through the dark forest, he reached a small wooden wall. He found the gate and knocked on it. The old man looked through and came to see he was looking at a cloaked chest. The man opened the door and came face to face with a six foot nine behemoth. "He said weakly: "who are you and what is your business in Bree." As he pissed in his pants. "My name is for me to know and myself only, as for my business, I need lodging for the night. I would advise you let me in." Six replied. The old man let him through while saying "Fine just don't cause any trouble." As Six walked through the village he caught stares from a lot of the villagers. He then entered the inn the gatekeeper told him to stay at.

As he entered there seemed to be a line up at the counter. The line consisted of four short men, almost childish looking and one fat one. When the fat man asked for a name for reservations, the middle one quickly answered with "Underhill." Six observed this conversation for a few minutes before sitting in the corner and wondering how the hell humans were in this deep of uncharted space…