"When I arrived there was a clear appearance of a struggle:
Two midgets, who claimed to be hobbits, and several
sets of foot prints that must have been a third party.
When questioned on how the one hobbit, "Frodo", had
sustained a injury to his left hand, he responded
nonsensically.
The other hobbit, "Sam", mentioned that the fight was
over a ring and a the third missing person had bit Frodo's
finger off and fell into the chasm. A little further
questioning of the uninjured hobbit cleared things up
a bit: with the mention of the local alternatives bar
The Prancing Pony, a suggestion of several nights sleeping
together on some sort of a hike, and an apparent dislike
between Sam and the missing individual Smeagol, the
events preceding the injury and possible homicide
seemed along the lines of a lovers quarrel.
I proceeded to pepper spray Sam after he attempted to
prevent me from searching Frodo. With some persuasion
with my night stick, I managed to subdue the rowdy man.
I discovered weapons on both, and decided that is was
best that they be locked up untill the whole mess was
sorted out. I searched for the other man, who must have
fallen down the cliff into the volcano, but found nothing,
nor any sign of a ring. I guess rings do have special
powers over the hearts of men, especially when it's
between lovers--- even short ones."
"It's tough seeing things like that, but it's all just
a part of the job. I just hope that those two learned
a lesson. It's too bad, because I know I'll see them
back out on the streets , probably in the prostitution
racket or on a Domestic call."