[Beanamir of Gondor]

"The Equestrian Challenge follows next!" shouts the announcer, Ludo Bagman.
"Fly, you fool!" cries Gandalf. [exit Bagman]

Out into the arena ride the challengers: Arwen Undomiel on Asfaloth [Glorfindel is on injured leave]; Aragorn Elessar on Brego; countless thousands of Rohirrim Riders; and finally, to the edifice and shouting joy of the crowd, a tiny figure riding on a small pony. "Sam! Sam! Sam!" chants the audience. The tiny hobbit greets them, to their delight, raising a hand holding a trowel.

"To your marks!" booms Saruman. The countless thousands of Rohirrim Riders rush to take the first line, but somehow the slender figures of Arwen and Asfaloth slip to the very front. Elessar, knowing that no man would dare challenge his kingship, stays towards the back, smiling confidently and soothingly patting Brego. Sam and Bill are nowhere to be seen; they are underneath the horse of Hama.

"And... GO!" screams Gandalf, inadvertantly setting the announcer's box on fire; the blaze is put out by a smirking Saruman.
The racers sprint towards the first quarter turn; Asfaloth is in the lead, calmly galloping just so as to wave the Queen's hair. "Awwww..." sighs the crowd. Brego and his rider have moved up to second place, strongly running. Elessar's mighty presence has caused an uproar in the stands; Merry and Pippin start the wave.
Suddenly, Rohirrim Riders begin to fall, their cries of anguish audible in every corner of the stadium. Something from near the ground is tripping their horses, causing them to fall. Frodo jumps up and screams "It's my Sam!" and the hobbit section of the stadium screams along with him, beginning once again their gardener's chant. A tiny hand is all that can be seen, whacking the knees of the Rohirrim horses with the trowel.

The horses left thunder around the second curve; Brego and Asfaloth are neck and neck; their riders are necking over the gap. "Ewwww..." sighs the crowd.
Oh no! What is wrong with Brego?! He stamps suddenly, neighing in fear of the tiny figure throwing flowers at him. Asfaloth breaks off, as the trowel of Sam digs into his leg. Abruptly the lead is Sam's! "Run, Bill, Run! Run, Bill, Run!" is now the chant roaring from the Shire section of the stadium.

King Elessar, thrown from his horse, has stood up from the mud and is mildly and smilingly shaking a fist at the speeding-away hobbit. Arwen runs to him, looks at him, then runs out of the arena, wailing "Daddy!" [one hobbit near the door observes Elrond running in to meet his baby girl].

The Rohirrim riders try desperately to force their horses to catch up, but Bill is hopelessly far ahead. Sam raises the trowel in the air as Bill's forelegs cross the finish line. Thousands of hobbits run out onto the track [more than a few gleefully trampled by the Rohirrim] and lift Sam onto their shoulders. The race is over.