A/N: And we're back! Yeah, we know, we've been lazy, we haven't been updating, kill us all, okay, we're good. So, ready for another chapter? Hopefully. Okay, since a lot of you were confused about the last chapter (hooray Lifeislikeapotato for getting it), we'll explain. Basically, Sam assumes that Gandalf has proposed to Fay. 'Cause of the whole 'ring' thing. Yeah. Okay, here we go.
Should I tell him? Fay thought. Well, he'd feel like an idiot if I told him. But, I mean, it'd be the right thing to do... If I wait any longer, it'll become like a fanfiction story written by two teenaged girls who fangirl over Sam. Whoa, where did that come from? What in Middle-Earth is fanfiction? And fangirling over Sam?! Gosh, it's like last night's dream. That was really odd. Wait, where's Sam?
She turned around to see Sam barreling toward her, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Fay! Fay! I thought I'd lost you!" Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around Fay, hugging her awkwardly.
"Uh, Sam, What are you talking about? And what are you doing for that matter? You're kind of crushing my lungs."
Sam blushed. "Oh, hehe, sorry." He quickly let go, hiding his hands behind his back. "It's just something Gandalf said."
"What did he say?" Suddenly, Fay felt very afraid.
"Don't you lose her Samwise Gamgee, and I don't mean to." No, I'd never try to keep Fay from her wedding with a six-foot thousand-year-old wizard who somehow managed to become her fiance... Oh gosh, I'm gonna kill myself once this is over...
"Sam, we're still in The Shire. What could possibly happen?"
Well, apparently Paige and Merry crashing out of the cornfield surrounding them could happen, because it did. Sam was suddenly toppled over by Paige, who was running as fast as she could. She landed on top of him, and abruptly, they were nose to nose, looking at each other.
"Oh, hi Sam!" Paige said with a cheerful grin.
Sam was not pleased* (We couldn't decide whether to use a period or a comma, so we decided to make it an asterisk.) "Don't you have a boyfriend or something?"
"Well, yeah, but look where he is now," Paige joked.
Sam pushed her off of him, and looked apprehensively toward where Merry and Fay were in the same situation that Sam had found himself in with Paige. "Get away from her!" he yelled, fuming.
"Why would you care? I mean, it's not like you two are a couple or anything," said Merry, spoken like a true Sam/Rosie fan.
Luckily, right at that moment, Farmer Maggot's sickle popped out from the corn, swaying as he ran toward the hobbits, yelling, "Hoi! You get back here! Wait till I get this through you! Get out of my fields! You'll know the devil if I catch up with you!"
The hobbits looked at each other. "You've been in Farmer Maggot's crop, haven't you?!" Sam cried.
Paige rolled her eyes. "No, really, that just dawned on you? I mean, it's not like you're holding a bunch of carrots and stuff."
Sam looked down. Sure enough, he was holding some carrots, a couple beets, and two heads of lettuce. "Whoa, how did that get here? Do I have short-term memory loss or something?"
Fay facepalmed.
"Okay, let's get this straight," Paige explained. "I fell on top of you, and when you stood up, you took the vegetables with you. And you somehow didn't notice."
"No one cares! Run!" Merry exclaimed, pushing the others off the path and into the cornfield.
Sam dropped the vegetables he was holding, and ran after them.
Merry, who was running next to Paige, called to her, "Dunno why he's so upset! Its only a couple of carrots..."
"And some beets and those few heads of lettuce," Paige continued.
"Yes Paige, my point is, he's clearly overreacting!"
Paige stopped dead at the edge of a cliff, when suddenly everyone else slammed into her. An astonished rabbit, looking on from the side, saw a mass of wibbly-wobbly hobbity-wobbity stuff tumble over the precipice and land in a heap.
"Ugh," Sam said, shaking off dirt and leaves, "trust a Brandybuck and a Took! You two always have to get in messes like this."
"Well, yeah. It's fun to get in scrapes," countered Merry. "I mean, look where we ended up. It's a random forest, and, and a path, and, uh, trees! That's fun, isn't it?"
"Yeah, right Merry," said Sam, groaning inwardly. He helped Fay and Paige up. "Which direction is Bree anyway?"
Paige perked up. "Bree? You and Fay are going to Bree? Sweet! We can go to The Prancing Pony! They have some of the best ale in the area. Other than The Green Dragon, of course."
"As a matter of fact, we are going to The Prancing Pony," Fay said.
Merry and Paige grinned at each other. "Let's go then!" they said in unison. They skipped on down the path, heading towards Bree.
Sam sighed and looked at Fay. "Well, I guess they're coming along now too."
Fay smiled ruefully. "Yeah, we'll see how this turns out."
A/N: Sorry, this was sort of a short chapter. Shortish. It's another one of those filler things. We didn't do the Black Riders because we felt like Sam would probably figure out that something was wrong, and that they weren't going to a wedding. We almost had Merry and Pippin eat toxic mushrooms and hallucinate about Carly Rae Jepsen and the Tardis. But we decided against it. This is supposed to be a drama, after all. Anyway, that's all for now! We'll hopefully have another update soon. Maybe. Possibly. If we're not too lazy...