Chapter 3: The author is bored...

"AAAAEEEIII!!!" screeched Radagast. He collapsed to the ground.

"Oh... it's you..." mumbled Till.

"WHAT HAVE YOU GOT AGAINST MY POTATOES?!" he yelled, pulling the potato sack out of his cloak and rubbing it.

"AND FURTHERMORE- hey! What's in the sack...?"

"Uh... I can't remember... it must not have been important..." he tossed the sack in the dumpster.

An hour later they finished their meal.

"...and that's why Gandalf sucks..."

"Wow... stimulating conversation, Radagast."

"Yup... well, I gotta go finish off your ale supply... er... I mean... look! A monkey!" He pointed behind Till at Mongo and ran. Till shook his fist and finished off his mug.

"I gotta go, Mongo... smell ya later!"

"Heeeey... are you saying I stink...?!" Mongo said waving.

"...yes!" replied Till, walking out the door.

Ten minutes down the road, Till had a strange feeling that he'd forgotten something... but he kept walking... "DUDO!!!" he screamed two minutes later. He ran back to Mongo's as fast as his freakishly small legs would carry him.

He fished around in the dumpster until he found the sack.

"Huh...? Wha...? Oh... Till... I was just prancing nude in a field of daisies with the elves... where are we...? Did I fall down the pretty rainbow or something...?"

Till stood for a second blinking and finally whacked Dudo in the head with a brick. "I don't even know why I came back..." he sighed, shaking his head.

"This plot is going nowhere..." Till said the next day.

"I've a feeling it'll pick up soon." Dudo replied.

And pick up it did... Till and Dudo decided to stay at the Prancing Pony for the night. When they entered, they saw a group of four hobbits at the counter. They were asking about Gandalf, who, apparently, wasn't there. The truth was about a mile down the road...

"You still have your skill, but your power fades. Prepare to meet the Force, Gandalf."

"This is a fight you cannot win, Radagast. Your power has matured since I taught you, but I too have grown much since our parting. If my blade finds its mark, you will cease to exist. But if you cut me down, I will only become more powerful. Heed my words."

"Your philosophies no longer confuse me, old man," Radagast growled contemptuously. "I am the master now." They then drew their swords and began to spar.

AHEM! ...as I was saying before I illegally copied part of Star Wars...

"That's Frodo Baggins and his crew!" Till whispered.

Frodo turned around and noticed them. "Well, well, well... what's the two of you doing in a place like this?"

"What do you mean...?" Dudo asked "...this is a great place!"

"Exactly..." Frodo replied with a smirk.

"WHAT?!" Till exclaimed, clenching his fists.

One of Frodo's cronies, Sam, stepped in front of Till. "Keep yo' filthy paws off masta's silky draw's!"

"Quiet, you!" Frodo popped Sam in the back of the head.

"Ha! Silk underwear!" laughed Dudo.






...I'll type the rest if this nonsense later... Not that anyone is even reading this...