Hey there fellow people! This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a bit, and finally, when I should have been cleaning my room, I wrote it down. I'm not so sure about this one, but I hope you like it! Please Review and let me know what you think!
Robyn
Bright light greeted Aragorn's opening eyes. Not harsh, cold light, but soft warm light. He blinked slowly and breathed in deeply. He could hear the song of birds and a soft breeze caressed his face. He sat up slowly, feeling rested and better than he had for many decades. The sight that greeted him took his breath away. He was lying under a silver leafed willow, on a bed of grass softer than the finest bed. Silver waves washed rhythmically up on a white beach, the sea beyond stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Estel!" He turned his head to the voice that had called his name. Legolas Thrandiullion stood there, dressed as a prince, in white and silver, a thin circlet on his fair brow. The scars and blood from the war were gone and the elf glowed with silver light. He smiled eyes bright and full of life. He nodded slightly, the simple action speaking volumes more than any words could have expressed.
Behind him stood the rest of the company dressed in silver and white as well. Merry and Pippin, their eyes bright with mischief and the ever present smile on their faces. Gimli, smiling widely, no longer hiding under a gruff exterior. Gandalf, years of pain and sorrow stripped away, making the wizard look younger. He leaned against his staff, chuckling. Sam, the seemingly constant worry and fear in his eyes gone, replaced by contentment. And finally, Frodo. The hobbit's eyes were filled with joy and peace. He laughed, a sound pure and sweet, that Aragorn had been afraid he would never hear again. The scars the journey had left on the hobbit, physical and mental were gone without a trace, leaving an overwhelming sense of peace.
Aragorn stood and went to his friends, smiling and laughing. He instinctively led them to bright light that shone with a brilliance to rival the sun. A figure stepped out of it, waiting for them. Boromir, the cares that had burdened him in life gone, leaving a young man, with the visage of a prince. He laughed, as the hobbits ran to him, tackling him to the ground. Finally, when the hobbits relinquished their hold on the man, Boromir stood. He caught Aragorn's eyes and gestured with his arm to the brilliant light behind him.
Hundreds upon hundreds of figures stood behind him in the light, cheering. At the front of the crowd stood Haldir, the elf bowing slightly to them. Next to him stood King Theoden, and Eowyn, her arm linked with Faramir's. As Aragorn looked, he saw all of his friends and comrades who had fallen in the battle against evil, and those who had lived to see it won. People that Aragorn and the company had known before, during, and after the evil of Sauron.
Boromir smiled, and beckoned them to follow as he turned and joined them.
One by one, the Fellowship of the Ring walked into the light and peace beyond.
Finis.