This idea randomly popped into my head one day, it's meant to be a funny story.
Summary: each of the members of the Fellowship have a random dream. Enjoy and review!
-I don't anything accept Gabrielle (in upcoming chapter).-
Pippin couldn't sleep. He was hungry, even though they had just eaten. He had no idea where they were. Oh, and the ground was really hard, and Gimli was snoring. He shut his eyes in a useless attempt to sleep, and suddenly he heard a weird humming noise. He quickly opened his eyes, but instead of seeing stars and branches, he was a well-lit room of sorts. There were candles in little jars, and all the furnishing was really fancy. He heard voices over the weird hum. Pippin sat up and looked out the window. He saw a gigantic expanse if blue passing hundreds of feet under him. Was he flying?
Just then, the door handle creaked and opened. Pippin froze. A lady walked in and stared at him. She wasn't very tall, well, for a human, but she had a regal take-charge-attitude around her. Her lips were bright red and her blond hair was perfectly neat.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him. It seemed she was just a surprised to see Pippin as he was to see her.
"Uh, well, you see, I don't really know…" He trailed off as a man came into the room. He was a little taller than the girl, and had an intimidating mustache, well, from Pippin's point of view.
"You're not supposed to be in here." He barked. Pippin just stared at them.
"Are you deaf? This cabin is off-limits for the crew." He said.
"Cabin? Crew?" Pippin mumbled. "Um, I just woke up here-well wherever here is. My name is Pippin." He said, since he didn't really know what else to say.
"You are somewhere above the Atlantic Ocean, en route to Spain." The lady spoke up for the first time.
"Where's that?" Pippin asked. Gandalf hadn't told him anything about the Atlantic Ocean. Whatever that was. The lady looked at him like he was a complete idiot.
"Do you even know who I am?" she asked. Pippin shook his head. "Well, are you English? But, then you should know who I am." Pippin shook his head.
"I'm a Hobbit, from the Took clan." He said. She just looked at him like he was a complete idiot again. The man opened his mouth to speak.
"I am Juan Duarte and this is my sister Eva." He told Pippin.
"Peron, Eva Peron. My people call me Evita, and they cry for me." She said. Her people? She must be someone important, Pippin thought.
"Y-your people?" he asked her.
"Yes, the people of Argentina. My husband is the President." She said coyly. Then her eye lit up and she reached out and touched Pippin's scarf.
"Is this Prada?" she asked. "I swear I saw this in the magazine."
"P-Prada? What's that?" asked Pippin. She rolled her eyes.
"You had best stay here." Juan told Pippin. "I'm calling security." He took his sister's arm and guided her out of the room. I still have no idea what's going on, Pippin mused. He sat down in one of the chairs and suddenly heard someone calling his name.
"Wha- Strider? What's going on?" he asked, suddenly looking into Aragorn's face and seeing the stars and branches again.
"It's your turn for the watch." Aragorn told him. Pippin got up. That was a dream. A weird, weird dream. But I guess I fell asleep after all.
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