Disclaimer: I own neither Frodo nor Sam, as they are owned by J.R.R Tolkien, nor do I own Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, or the Millenium Falcon, as they are owned by George Lucas.
Author's note: reviews (and critique) are more than welcome!
Once Frodo and Sam were beyond the river, they traveled for the rest of the day, stopping only when it became too dark to see. The set up a temporary camp and lit a small fire. But then, Sam, who had been gazing longingly at the heavens, exclaimed "Mr. Frodo, look! One of the stars is moving towards us!"
Shaken from his fitful sleep, Frodo looked up with bleary eyes. He could clearly see a bright streak in the sky that was indeed growing closer and in their direction. "Sam!" he exclaimed, "It must be some spy of the enemy, or a magic spell sent to hunt us!" and with that they hurled themselves into the nearest bush, trying to conceal themselves as a strange and very large ship-like craft landed in the clearing.
With a soft hiss, a hatch opened from the bottom of the craft and a ramp descended, hitting the ground with a soft thud. "What do you think it is, Mr. Frodo?" whispered Sam in a quavering voice. "It don't look like nothin' I've seen in all of my life."
But even before Sam could finish his sentence a tall figure wearing a flowing brown robe stepped down the ramp and walked into the middle of the clearing. In the pale light of the moon the hobbits could see that the figure had short sandy blond hair and pale eyes that seemed to pierce through the dark gloom. His head swept the surroundings, moving from side to side until he reached the bush in which Frodo and Sam were hidden. He blinked, as if not sure if what he saw was truly there, and then, making up his mind, he walked over to the bush and said in a cool calm voice "Hello, Frodo of the Shire. I am Luke Skywalker and I'm here to rescue you."
Too surprised to say anything, Frodo stood up, groping numbly for his sword. Sam was close to follow suite, but was quicker in drawing his sword. "If…if you l-lay one hand on M-Mr. F-Frodo…I'll…I'll…" stumbled Sam. He felt his mind calm down as the man held up a hand and waved it in a short, smooth fashion before him. Why would this stranger hurt him? He seemed to know about his master, what harm could come of if?
"You will put away your swords now," said Luke, and with that, Sam immediately sheathed his sword, blindly following the commands given to him; Frodo was more reluctant. "I mean you no harm. Put down your sword and come with me." Luke then turned and went back up the ramp into the ship, pulling the hobbits with his mind to follow him. Frodo and Sam walked towards where Luke had disappeared into the ship as if in a trance, forgetting any previous worries.
Once inside, the hobbits were amazed to find a room full of flashing lights and wires, buttons and gizmos. Not seeing Luke, they walked around the ship in a dazed fashion, growing continuously more amazed until they came upon a small cockpit. Looking to the front, they saw Luke standing next to a chair occupied by a man who promptly turned around and said "Hi, I'm Han Solo and this is the Millennium Falcon. We're going to take you to Mordor."
And with that, he returned to his previous work of pressing what seemed to be a random array of buttons and levers. Before long, the ship lifted, raising the hobbits above the treetops under which they had moments ago been hiding from the eye of the enemy. Soon everything began to meld together as the ship shot forward, streaking past lakes, rivers and trees, throwing them ever closer to the land that they had once wished never to see.
Now that, would have been a thrilling cliff hanger!