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"but if they do something wrong the whole of Middle Earth will pay for it!" cried Frodo
"I know," said Rickart miserably " but I think they probably arrived close to the same place and time you were, which means there's still time to get them back before anything really important happens"
"I wish you would tell us more about what's going to happen next" huffed Pippin "we'd be able to avoid any mistakes we were going to make-"
"No, Pippin" said Frodo "I think that it's best if everything stays as close as possible to how it's supposed to be- the less we change, the better"
"He could at least tell us whether the Dark Lord get's the Ring or not!" protested Pippin
"Frodo's right Pippin," said Rickart "my telling you what happens next may change your actions, and therefore the conclusion of your quest" he looked pointedly at Pippin "it could change from sucsess to failure with just the slightest bend in your path."
"Which means that it is very important that we get back as quickly as possible" said Merry then turning to Rickart he said "Now, tell us again exactly what you did..."
(Outside The Prancing Pony, Bree)
"What are we going to say when they ask us why we're here?" whispered Pippin
"I don't know" whispered Amy back "Let's just try to avoid questions until we meet up with Strider- he should be pretty easy to spot"
"you could always ask Butterbur which one he is, " Merry pointed out
"I suppose-" said Amy reluctantly "but I would rather keep the fact we are meeting with Strider a secret for as long as possible"
"better have Butterbur know than talk to the wrong person" retorted Merry "but we're not going to be meeting anyone standing around like this- let's go inside!"
Later on in the common room of the Inn Amy sat with Pippin at one of the tables. Merry bounced up holding a mug.
"what's that?" gasped Pippin
"This my friend, is a pint!" began Merry, setting the mug down on the table.
"It comes in pints?" said Pippin, then she stood up "I'm getting one!"
Amy ran over and snatched the mug out of Merry's hands and set it out of reach on the other side of the table.
"neither of you are going to get anything!" Amy said "you both know how much trouble I got in the last time I was involved with underage drinking!"
Merry looked a bit put out "We weren't actually going to drink it! we were just acting out the scene- weren't we Pippin? right Pippin?" Merry prompted
Pippin looked guilty "I had a couple of sips earlier" she admitted
Amy groaned
"it tasted pretty good too- are you sure we can't just get a little...?"
"Yes!" said Amy firmly "Now both of you stay out of trouble while I go find Strider" with that she stalked off into the crowd.
Merry slid the mug back across the table and looked at it
"Frodette said not too-" began Pippin
"she said we couldn't get anything" said Merry grinning "she didn't say anything about what we had already got"
"But-"
"She also said you shouldn't call her Frodette..." Merry countered "this isn't any different, and it's not like we're going to chug the whole thing! just a couple of sips, that's all" Merry finished nonchalantly
"If your sure" said Pippin warily, then she brightened "and there's probably no limit on the drinking age in Middle Earth anyway" she said picking up the mug
"now if I were a Ranger where would I go?" thought Amy looking around the crowded room. A cloaked man sitting off in one corner caught her attention- it certainly did look like Aragorn, or at least how she thought he should look. He was staring at something. Amy followed his gaze. He was looking at Pippin!
Pippin's voice floated towards her "...and I call her Frodette," Pippin hicupped and giggled "even if she doesn't like it cause she's like, a Hobbit and that's just like-"
Amy was already running across the room. She grabbed Pippin before she could finish her sentence.
"What do you think your doing!" Amy hissed "I told you not to drink anything! let's get out of here before you cause anymore damage!"
Amy began to march Pippin toward the door. She fumbled in her pocket for the key to their room.
Then Amy tripped.
She threw her arms out to stop her fall and the key- and the Ring flew out across the floor. She grabbed for the Ring- and vanished as it slipped onto her finger.