Jim, Johnny, Kerrigan, Artanis, Frodo, and Sam began traveling. At a field, "This is it," said Sam.
"This is what?" Frodo asked.
"If I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been."
"Come on, Sam," Frodo went to Sam and placed his hand on Sam's back then continued going. "Remember what Bilbo used to say: 'It's a dangerous business, Frodo. Going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.'"
"You two are taking over Bilbo as the next hobbits to leave the Shire to go on an adventure," said Jim. He remembered Gandalf had chosen Bilbo to steal the Arkenstone from Smaug a fire-breathing dragon in the quest for Erebor. This time is about getting the ring out of the Shire so that no harm could come to that peaceful land of the hobbits.
"Other than Bilbo, Frodo, and Sam; no hobbit had ever left the Shire?" Kerrigan asked.
"I don't think so," Jim replied.
In a forest, the group camped out. Sam cooked sausages, pork, and tomatoes. Jim and Kerrigan decided to take the night's watch.
"I'm hearing voices," said Artanis.
"Sam, Wood-elves," said Frodo.
The group had a look and Artanis spoke according to what they saw, "Those people look more human to me."
"Except they have pointy ears," said Kerrigan.
"Elves are unaffected by age and there is no such thing as a bearded elf," Jim stated the facts.
"Where are they going?" Johnny asked.
"They're going to the harbor beyond the White Towers. To the Grey Havens," Frodo replied.
"They're leaving Middle-Earth. Never to return. I don't know why, it makes me sad," said Sam.
"If the elves are leaving Middle-Earth, where else can they go?" Jim wondered.
"Everywhere I lie, there's a dirty great root sticking into my back," Sam spoke with discomfort.
"Just shut our eyes and imagine you're back in your own bed with a soft mattress and a lovely feather pillow," said Frodo.
"It's not working, Mr. Frodo. I'm never going to be able to sleep out here."
"Me neither, Sam."
"Don't worry, you two. Sarah and I will watch out for all of you," Jim reassured the two before they continued their night's watch.
"Jim, do you mind if you tell me about your previous adventure with Bilbo?" Kerrigan asked.
"Okay," Jim began recalling his previous adventure in Middle-earth.
The next day in the corn fields, two hobbits with almost golden hair with handfuls of vegetables bumped into Frodo and Sam. "Frodo? Merry, it's Frodo Baggins."
"Hello, Frodo," said Merry.
"Get off him," Sam pulled the other hobbit from Frodo. "Come on, Frodo," Sam helped Frodo up.
"What's the meaning of this?" Frodo asked.
"You've been into Farmer Maggot's crop!" Sam spoke in a serious tone.
There were barking and someone shouting, "You get back here! Get out of my field! You'll know the devil if I catch up with you!"
"You two sure pissed the farmer off," Jim said to Merry and his friend. The hobbits, Jim, Johnny, Kerrigan, and Artanis fled.
"I don't know why he's so upset. It's only a couple of carrots …" said Merry.
"And some cabbages. Those three bags of potatoes that we lifted last week. And then the mushrooms the week before," Merry's friend added.
"Yes, Pippin. My point is … he's clearly overreacting," said Merry.
Frodo, Merry, and Pippin reached to an edge. Sam bumped into them like a bowling ball striking the bowling pins sending them rolling down the hill. Jim, Johnny, Kerrigan, and Artanis had to slid after them.
"Oh, that was close," Pippin muttered.
"I think I've broken something," Merry took out a broken carrot.
"Trust a Brandybuck and a Took!" Sam spoke in an uneasy tone.
"What? That was just a detour. A short cut," said Merry.
"Shortcut to what?" Sam demanded.
"Mushrooms!" Pippin saw a cluster of mushrooms. After Sam, Merry, and Pippin took some mushrooms, "Who are they?" Pippin saw Jim, Johnny, Kerrigan, and Artanis approached them.
"Friends of yours?" Merry asked.
"Yes, they're here to protect us," Frodo replied.
"Call me Jim."
"I'm Johnny."
"Call me Sarah."
"I'm Hierarch Artanis."
"I think we should get off the road," said Frodo.
"What was that?" Kerrigan asked as there was a blood curtailing screech.
"Get off the road! Quick!" Frodo shouted.
"Keep your heads down!" Artanis ordered.
The hobbits took cover under a burrow while the others had to find their own hiding places. A horse and a rider in black had arrived. The rider dismounted to search the hobbits' hiding place until Merry threw something to draw the black rider away. Jim, Johnny, Kerrigan, and Artanis rejoined the hobbits.
"What was that?" Merry asked.
Frodo dodged the question and looked at the ring.
By nightfall, the group had to evade the black rider.
"That rider doesn't sound human to me," said Kerrigan as they heard the blood curtailing screech from the black rider.
"What else other than human?" Artanis asked.
"Anything?" Sam asked.
"Nothing," Frodo replied.
"What is going on?" Pippin asked.
"That Black Rider was looking for something. Or someone," Merry made an assumption. "Frodo?"
"Get down!" Sam ordered.
"We best not to engage the rider without knowing what he is," Jim whispered to Johnny, Kerrigan, and Artanis.
"I have to leave the Shire. Sam and I must get to Bree," Frodo told Merry and Pippin.
"Right. Bucklebury Ferry. Follow me," Merry began leading the way but the black rider intercepted them.
"Alright, you asked for it," Kerrigan focused her psionic powers lifting the black rider and his steed into the air. She also choked them psionically, "It won't last long, we got to move."
Merry led the group to a raft, "Get the rope, Sam!" The hobbits untied the raft and Merry began rowing. When the black rider caught up to them, the raft was far from the docks. The rider screeched at them from a distance and rejoined the others.
"How far to the nearest crossing?" Frodo asked.
"The Brandywine Bridge. 20 miles," Merry replied.