It takes just a little research, and like magic from the depth of a yahoo group, here it comes a fan fiction of sort written on the subject "One night at the Prancing Pony" (which is the inn of The Lord of the Rings)

(the story was written in 2002, but I'm translating it right now :D)

"I'm not quite sure of what we're doing here, in this retrograde place!"
Meliantha, noble offspring of a glorious family in Nolavan, her own world, was staring angrily at Gerk, the man who brought her there.
"Be quiet, young lady. It doesn't seem such a great idea to say things like that about the place where we're spending the night."
Meliantha looked astonished at him.
"You'd better be joking! I'd never walk into a hovel like this! And however I was referring to this world, this "Middle-Earth", as you say."
Gerk looked at her, irritated.
"You know why we're here, and you know as well why we're not supposed to talk about it."
Meliantha rolled her eyes. Why they needed such mystery, he didn't understand. And all because her father stuck on that stupid and vulgar golden ring...
"And however, look at the clouds. Do you really believe that we could open a passage without the electrical interferences throwing us on the other side of the universe?"
Not even waiting for an answer, Gerk got inside the inn.
Meliantha was forced to follow him, as standing outside, at night, on her own, under the rain, was certainly worst that entering in that dreary place.
*what a stupid name! The Prancing Pony... better not to think about it too much*
On the inside, an intense smell of smoke (weird, different from the one she was used to) and food, vaguely greasy. You could also feel the smell of sweaty bodies, particularly intense in that stormy night, since the windows had to remain closed.
She hurried toward Gerk. She could feel the eyes of people on her, people who were different from the ones she were used to, people not used to see girls in the inn. She couldn't get rid of the sensation that those eyes were slowly undressing here. She moved closer to Gerk, and apparently they thought that she belonged to the man, because everyone got back to their business.
A funny and agitated little man behind the counter ask what they wanted. Gerk ordered beer and, once they were at the table, she told Meliantha to drink it.
"Blend in, young lady. Drink it and don't stare at people."
Meliantha took a sip of the light beer, almost certainly lengthened with water.
Some minutes later, she dared to take a quick look around.
The place was not bad as she first thought. In spite of the intense smells, the atmosphere was cheerful, inviting, and from some distant tables came light-hearted songs.
After some time, Meliantha noticed a strange thing.
"Gerk" said shyly. "Who are those small men?"
"Hobbit" he answered absent-mindedly. "Little quiet people. I don't know much about them. And however, they don't concern us. We're here for the Ring."