The Queen of the Rings.

With haste and a lot of sweat covering their bodies the 4 boys travelled onwards despite the ash that covered the ground. In fact the ash was quite warm, causing them to sweat even more, but luckily they had shoes. For they were no savage Halflings, no they were civilised indeed.

And while in need of rest they found themselves a nice tree to rest under and eat. Sam worked his magic with the lamb sauce while Pippin added a bit of seasoning and Vodka as well.

Frodo though merely stretched and mentally tried to prepare himself to kill something with his sword. For never had Frodo killed anything unlike the others.

He couldn't help it, he was a warrior at heart and not someone who slaughtered livestock or hunted within the forests like Pippin and Merry did to gain some extra coin or food. No he lifted weights, he trained, smashed rocks with his head, ate well so that he could train and smash things more, and then he motivated others to do so as well. Also he was merely 16 so there was no real need to work just yet.

Merry on the other hand merely kept counting his coins as he did squats. Pippin then was forced to build a cover for their fire and stew so that ash didn't fall into it. Merry really didn't care about this.

Speaking of which the ash had started to subside a little. Somehow it seemed that the land of Albion was eating away at the ash, though slowly and the ash rain had become quite light as well.

Then on the second day the temperature could be felt dropping while the ash rain stopped. Still the boys held their bandanas upon their faces not wanting to breathe in the poisonous ash at all.

Along the way they came upon a few small villages of the big folk, who unsurprisingly, but amazingly lived above ground. Never had the boys seen a village above ground as it was here.

Sure there was the church, windmills and watermills and such that were expected to be above ground. But for all the houses to be above ground and not just a little, but many stories above ground was so strange. Although it did kind of look cool making them feel quite impressed by the sight of it all, even if it was dark now it still looked nice.

And within the village although small they came upon an Inn called Lilis Little Lantern Inn of West Hill. Frodo could hardly believe it, finally he had come upon one of his Grandmothers Inns.

Already the door in itself was cool as its handle was that of a lion's head holding the metallic handle within its jaws. And as the name says there was indeed a single small lantern at the side of the door.

Pulling on the handle they then entered to find a well lit, fine looking establishment there. Despite it being a Inn within such a small village, it still held two floors to it, a private VIP couch section that was fenced off at the side of the place, there were plenty of round tables and chairs, a single long table as well, and some tables could be taken to sit next to the warm fireplace as well.

The place even had a stage where an attractive woman was playing the lute and singing a calming song. While on the second floor they could see the doors to the many rooms that could be rented out for the night here.

But more than anything they were impressed by the welcoming atmosphere there. In fact by simply stepping into the place they were immediately met by two gorgeous women who were smiling so warmly at them. Both wore fine dresses that showed off their sizable breasts nicely, and hugged their toned waist lines nicely as well. Truly Albion was a land of many beauties in the land and in the people as well.

No words were even needed to be said as they were already led to a free table and given the menu to read. And as he had expected there was pretty much everything to be bought there. From simple salads, to an Albanese breakfast, to pancakes, fish and chips, pastries, cakes, beer, milk and even a room with a nice bed and a shower included, plus a toilet.

Sure the chocolate cakes were more expensive here than in the Shire and no coconuts were on the menu among other things, but it sure was great here.

All around there were beautiful big people with fine fair skin, lots of blonds, some brown haired people and many curious blue eyes watching them. Like in the shire these people had clearly kept up on their training and looked fine as hell.

Still they were on a mission so Fish and Chips were what they got along with some apple juice and a big room for four. A room which indeed was quite big, for they were not so big and so they found the single beds to almost be like king-sized beds to them. Very nice.

After taking good long hot showers, having their clothes washed by the beautiful waitresses, Merry felt his heart ache at the loss of the coins as they then went to sleep. With everyone except Merry sleeping with big smiles on their faces, they then woke up the next morning, ate a little, got their gear and then headed onwards on their journey to Bree.

Outside the ash rain had stopped either naturally or due to the land's magic they didn't know. However the clouds were still there blocking out the sun and causing the temperature to start dropping slightly.

This in turn caused people to start covering themselves up slightly more. Faces were covered from the poisonous ash and the boys couldn't see tits so clearly anymore. What a curse this dark weather truly was.

So with not much to be seen except within the Inns along the way the boys travelled for four more days. Until finally they came upon the small port town of Bree.

Surrounded by a simple wooden wall and resting next to a wide river that led to the sea the town seemed quite nice. From a far and a top the rolling hills they could already see the town's beauty so well.

Firstly a fine cobblestone road led to the town and within the town most buildings were made of stone with their upper floors being made of wood. Roofs were a nice green colour as these lands belonged to the Dukedom of Westfield. A Dukedom which banner was green and held a mighty apple tree upon it.

Although there were other things to the Dukedoms symbols as well, the coat of arms first of all was a mix of one half green, the other half blue, with the tree there along with some birds and such. But since the Dukedom of Lionheart was rolling with the deep blue colour scheme the Westfield's decided to paint and make everything green to look different.

Even as they came closer to the open wooden gates of the town, they could see there a lightly armoured guard with a green tabard, truly everything was green here. The guard seeing the three of them raised an questioning eyebrow at them.

They couldn't see his expression under that cloth that covered the lower part of his face, but knowing what they looked like it was no wonder that the man was a bit suspicious of them as he asked.

"Hmm, kids? Oi! Wait what's your business here? Can't you see that the sun is out and the land is covered in this light layer of poison? You shouldn't be out here on your own adventuring or whatever your doing, just where are your parents at?"

Frodo was offended, did he just call them kids. But before he could snap at the man, Sam stepped forward and spoke.

"Wait sir, we aren't children. We are Halflings, see."

As Sam said this he pulled down his hood slightly and turned his head to show the man his slightly pointed ear. The pointed ear being a typical feature of the Halflings to better deflect any falling dirt from getting into their ears. It was also quite a rough ear like leather, just like all Halflings skin were to better protect from beast bites, rocks and such.

Carefully and with some interest the guard looked at it, as it was quite hard to really notice. However the man quickly straightened up and apologetically then said.

"Oh, my bad lads. I ain't ever seen a Halfling before so I didn't recognise you to be as such. But please feel free to go on in lads, we are all one under the Holy light after all so feel free to make yourselves at home here in Bree. Though be careful of the two strangers poking about, don't let them sweep you away on whatever insane mission they are on."

Hearing this Frodo pushed Sam aside and confidently said.

"Hah, don't worry about us big man, we aren't as small as we look."

Turning to the other three Frodo then said.

"Come on let's go."

Nodding their heads the three boys followed Frodo as they then headed into the town of Bree.

Watching them go the guard was left feeling confused.

"Not as small as they look? Huh, what does that mean?"

Going through the streets the boys could see many tall women sweeping the streets, cleaning away the ash. While men tossed buckets of water onto the streets to help wash away the ash. Children hid within their homes only being seen as they peaked out their windows to see the four cloaked Halfling boys walking by.

It seemed that the town was in the midst of cleaning itself up and returning to normalcy after the whole ash rain thing. They could even see people going about their daily jobs, carrying what looked like barrels of fishes inside an Inn called, Lilis Little Lantern Inn of Bree.

There was also some place called the Prancing Pony, but it seemed abandoned and mainly in use as a place of storage of the Lilis Little Lantern Inn. So with only one option to choose they followed the fish carrying men inside the Inn.

There they were once again met by a clean and tidy Inn with three floors this time. The two upper floors meant for staying in and the first floor for drinking and eating. All around there were big men, women and even their children that were as large as the Halflings were.

And at the entrance to the Inn they were met by a young red haired Lycan girl who was quick to greet them and lead them to the bar as no tables were free that evening. Music played in the background and a cheerful mood hung over the place.

Coming to the Bar, Frodo then slowly climbed onto the high stool there that immediately began to make creaking noises as if it were to break under his weight. Noticing this Frodo was quick to start taking off his large backpack, but as he did so and dropped it on the ground it created a heavy bang drawing many eyes to him.

To this the bearded bartender was quick to say in annoyance.

"Hey, be careful there! Or are you just trying to draw attention to yourself or something. Well if so then go do it on the stage and not at my bar."

Gritting his teeth at the man's comment Frodo was quick to say.

"Aah shut up old man, just give me and my boys some cold beers, we are thirsty."

Then in arrogance Frodo raised his voice as he proudly said.

"And show some respect, for here sits the future King of The Fucking Halflings! My name is Frodo Baggins and you better remember it for we are on a Epic Adventure to become some Legendary Mother Fuckers ok! So respect me, my dude, peace."

Immediately the Inn went silent in a seeming shock. Frodo could merely smirk at this, it seemed that never had these big people heard such gangster ass talk. Well he couldn't blame them for it was only something that he had gotten to learn from his father and it wasn't obviously used here, it was his and his father's special thing.

However for two hooded men sitting in a corner at the Inn, this speech was the funniest damn thing that they had heard for a long time. And they were quick to make this opinion of theirs known by laughing loudly as the shorter fellow with a long blonde beard said.

"Hahaha, I can't believe it! Jahaha, kids got quite a mouth on him, ha! Hey bar tender give the boy some milk, it's my gift to him for making me laugh, mahaha!"

The taller golden blonde haired man patted his smaller friend on the shoulder and laughed madly as well as he said.

"Haha ha, just look at them and what they are wearing! What are they, the four miniature Knights going on a mission to save the midget princess? Buhahah!"

Now all four boys were pissed and ready to explode in rage at these comments. Especially as the whole Inn was quick to burst out into laughter along with the two men.

These fucks weren't taking them seriously at all, just like that bitch had done back in the shire. Well Frodo wasn't going to stand for this.

Pointing his black armoured finger at the two Frodo Was mad as he yelled out.

"Hey, fuck off mate! Fuck you, you wanker! Come here and say that to my fucking face you twat, I'll fucking tear your beard off and mop the floor with it! Or better yet, I challenge you, the both of you to an arm wrestling competition! Let the best man drink with the other man's coin till darkness takes him! I'll fucking show you who the fuck this kid here is, you you, bastards!"

Hearing this the three other boys cheered.

"Yeah, fuck yeah Frodo. For honour and glory!"

Sam patted Frodo upon his shoulder and quietly then said.

"Hey check it Frodo, let me take this short fool out for you. You take the big joukster out, yeah?"

To this Frodo could agree to as he nodded his head. The two men though seemed a bit taken a back, but after chugging down a big mug of beer in a few seconds the smaller man said.

"Yeah so a donkey walk in a bar and. Nah forget it, now come on and get some. And I really mean for you to come here, because I'm drunk out my ass and can't walk or see much of anything. So come on kids, come here."

After this the taller man drank his own mug of ale, wiped his mouth and said.

"Yeah, let's do it. I might not have a sister, but I sure as donkey shit can spank these kids ass."

Like so the four boys and two men gathered around on the long table at the middle of the Inn. And there the boys first real challenge began, with Frodo against this tall stranger, and Sam against the shorter stocky bearded man.

Sam watched the blonde bearded man before him intensely. The man had long spiky blonde hair, a big beard clean beard going down to the man's stomach level. The man's body was wide and packed with muscles, the man showed a frown as his blue eyes watched him intensely.

Sam though didn't falter, he might have just been a farmer and Frodos gardener, but he was also a gym rat. So he spat on the floor, looked intensely at the bearded man and said.

"Hey bearde, what's up with the hair? Do you want to be mistaken for a hairy woman or something?"

To this the bearded man merely showed a smirk as he said.

"My beard is my life and honour, as is my muscular body, which by the way is better than yours, short stuff."

Sam gritted his teeth, how dare he say that his body was better than his body was. Then he remembered something and showed a slight smirk as he said.

"Whatever tough guy, I'm not a virgin anymore. Now bring it on."

The bearded man was confused, the fuck was this midget talking about? However he wasn't one to back down from a good challenge.

Sam stood upon his chair as he then placed his right arm on to the table as the bearded man kept sitting down as his right arm ceme upon the table as well. Looking from the side Pippin and Merry couldn't help but notice that the scene before them was like a small, v, was going up again an upper case, V. Shit the two were totally not comparative to size.

And this came even more apparent as they locked hands, or more like Sams right hand got swallowed up by the bearded man's hand.

At the same time Frodo and the tall man did the same. Not many words were exchanged between the two. Frodo merely said.

"I usually only let girls touch me, just so you know."

The tall man merely smirk at Frodos words as he said.

"Don't worry King Frodo, I'm only into Princesses."

Somehow the comment made Frodo feel happy. Holy shit someone actually called me a king, he thought. Never had anyone called himself king before, maybe this here was to be his fourth knight of Legend?

Then the red haired waitress climbed upon the table and announced.

"Ok challengers, get ready to fight at the count of three. One, two..."

Frodo had already taken off his right black armoured gauntlet and as they locked hands, his hand also disappeared into the tall man's hand that which easily wrapped around his.

Then the red haired girl said. "Three!" And so the legendary battle started and to everyones surprise Halfling arms bulged, veins were seen and now they were no longer like children, but children on drugs within their eyes.

Instantly both parties were within were within a sort of stalemate. The Halflings gritted their teeth as did the tall man, but the stocky man merely smirked and said.

"Hah impressive. I acknowledge that you boy are indeed an Halfling of power."

Then the bearded stocky man's arm bulged and his tight shirt stretched to its limits. The man's right bicep was the size of Sam's head and the power of it was immense.

Sam tried his best to resist as he roared to the sky.

"Argh, fucking donkeys!"

Strangely it almost seemed as if Smas skin suddenly began to change into a rocky type texture causing the bearded man to now really grit his teeth as he pushed Sams arm downwards.

On the side Frodo though was having a better time, the tall man was strong, but under his force he wasn't much. And as Frodo looked within his red core for a slight boost in strength, only a crack and a bang could be the heard as the man's forearm snapped in two and smashed into the wooden table.

People around ghasped in shock, Frodo cheered. "Fuck yeah, I'm the King!" The man thought merely looked at his own arm in horror and yelled. "AHH fuck that Hurts, shit!"

Then another bang was heard as Sam's right hands knuckles slammed against the table and he lost. Sam could merely grit his teeth and look down in shame at his loss to the bearded man.

Pippin and Merry felt sad for their friend. Though the people within the Inn didn't seem to care as they either walked away in horror or continued to watch the tall man's broken arm with shock, unnable to look away.

Though to Sam's own amazement nobody really seemed to care about his defeat. In fact the bearded man merely placed a comforting hand upon his shoulder and said.

"Don't worry about it kid, you wrestled hands with me well, be proud of yourself. And don't worry about the bet, to me this is merely some fun as all."

Then ghasps of awe were heard as suddenly a light took hold of the tall man's arm, it straightened and suddenly seemed to just fix itself placing all bones back in place.

Frodo couldn't believe it.

"What? How did you do that? Are you a wizard?"

The tall man merely shook away the soreness from his right arm and casually said.

"No, nothing like that. I'm merely a bastard of the 12th prince from the line of the King. And thanks to that I have the light of health and rejuvenation within me, giving me the ability to heal broken bones or other kinds of minor injuries."

Listening to this Pippin was quick to then say.

"Wait, so your both related then? Frodo is Gandalfs boy, but who are you then?"

Now the tall man seemed completely taken a back as did Frodo, when the tall man then looked to Frodo and said.

"Oh, I'm Aragon, and well this here is Gimli, my Dwarven friend and the only dwarf that I believe to be in Albion at the moment. Nice to meet you, my cousin Frodo? We are cousins right?"

Gimli then slammed his fist into the table and then happily announced.

"Hahaa, great! I always love family reunions, now let's Drink! And I mean all of us here, tonight Drinks are on me and my horde of Gold!"

And so Frodo found himself another two Legendary Knights. Gimli the dual axe wielding Dwarven monster slayer. And Aragon, a sword and shield user that holds the core of healing within and knows his healing herb shit as well. So the party of four became a party of 6.