Four hobbits are crouched on a wooded road, three very excited to have found some tasty looking mushrooms. The fourth however looks apprehensively at the road, as if worried that someone was coming. . . in fact very sure that someone not in the least bit friendly was on their way. FRODO: Get out of the road! NOW! The hobbits run to the side of the road, and duck under a fallen tree stump. Soon hoofbeats can be heard, and they cower in fear. Through a chunk of missing wood, Frodo can see a rider dismount a great black steed. Frightened, he turns away. The figure crouches over the edge of the stump, hand gripping incredibly close to the young hobbit's head. All the hobbits are startled to see a picture of an Elf grasped in a definitely female looking hand. RIDER: Legolasssss. . . . Moments pass, until the rider turns and bolts off down the road. The hobbits warily come out from under the stump. SAM: Damn fangirls. Can't give us any peace! MERRY: Yeah, I think they're worse than the Nazgul! PIPPIN: (sadly) Wish I had fangirls. . . tbc