What if "The Lord of the Rings" had been written by Samuel Beckett

A Shire road.

A tree.

Evening.

MERIADOC: Charming spot. Inspiring prospects. (He turns to Peregrin.) Let's go.

PEREGRIN: We can't.

MERIADOC: Why not?

PEREGRIN: We're waiting for Frodo.

MERIADOC: (despairingly). Ah! (Pause.) You're sure it was here?

PEREGRIN: What?

MERIADOC: That we were to wait.

PEREGRIN: He said by the tree. (They look at the tree.) Do you see any others?

MERIADOC: What is it?

PEREGRIN: I don't know. Old Man Willow?

MERIADOC: Where are the leaves?

PEREGRIN: It must be dead.

MERIADOC: No more weeping.

PEREGRIN: Or perhaps it's not the season.

MERIADOC: Looks to me more like an Ent.

PEREGRIN: A Huorn.

MERIADOC: An Ent.

PEREGRIN: A-. What are you insinuating? That we've come to the wrong place?

MERIADOC: He should be here.

PEREGRIN: He didn't say for sure he'd come.

MERIADOC: And if he doesn't come?

PEREGRIN: We'll come back tomorrow.

MERIADOC: And then the day after tomorrow.

PEREGRIN: Possibly.

MERIADOC: And so on.