Disclaimer: I own nothing!! Yep.
A/N: Just to clear it up, Will is a pirate on the Black Pearl.
Frodo's suicide attempt was working. (A/N: hehe, I had to say that) His ship was almost to the shore of the Gray Heaven… I mean Havens. Once the ship got to shore he would begin his afterlife with Gandalf and Bilbo, and others who had chosen this path. Never again would he have to remember or be worried about his finished task, and the memories that still hung heavily on his shoulders. The sunlight danced on the sea. Up ahead, an island came into view. The green plot of land held home for those who had sailed to this afterlife. The ship approached the shore. Just a little bit more and it would be complete, final. Nobody, nothing had ever left the island. They can only come to it. The dead could not come back to life. Only life can come to death. Frodo looked up to Gandalf next to him. The wizard stood tall and wise, the wind blew in his hair. The sun glared into Frodo's face, turning everything into white light. However, it did not clear. The island never returned. What Frodo saw next, he never expected…
"Come on Gimli! Its not that hard."
"Us dwarves are not tree climbers! Our legs and arms can not reach the distance. They are not built for it. Now, digging we can do. Strong arms and- woah!"
Legolas jumped down from the tree and hoisted his friend to the first branch.
"There, now your up," he smiled. "I'll race you to the top."
Gimli sighed and looked around. Legolas was already up the tree. He looked for the next branch to climb. The problem was, it was too far out of reach. Gimli looked to the ground. If he couldn't get up, he would get down. However, Legolas had lifted him onto a very high branch. Jumping down would end up breaking a bone.
"Legolas!" Gimli called. "I can not go any farther!"
There was silence.
"Legolas?... Now where's the lad gotten to?"
Gimli grumbled and shifted his position on the tree limb. It was starting to get uncomfortable. Where was the elf? Gimli leaned forward onto the branch. He would try to make his way to the trunk, and then slide down. That was the wrong idea. Looking at the height made Gimli dizzy. The dwarf gulped and looked forward. There was no way he could sit up again. He would loose his balance. Gimli made his first attempt to move forward. That threw him completely off balance. He slipped off the side of the branch and pelted towards the earth. However, he never hit the ground…
Merry, Pippin, and Sam sat in a pub in Hobbiton, a pint of ale each in hand.
"I'm going to see if they have a gallon!" Pippin stood to leave.
"Hey wait a minuet! You cant have a gallon." Merry protested.
"Of course I can."
"No, you cant."
"They don't even come in gallons."
"Sure they do. For the big folk."
"And what makes you think you're a big folk?"
"Well, seeing that I am taller then you-"
"Your not taller then me!"
"Merry, Merry, Merry. You have to face the facts."
"Yes. And the fact is that I'm taller."
"Says who?"
"Says everybody. It's a known fact."
Both hobbits turned to face Sam.
"I'm staying out of this," He put up his hands. After seeing the angry looks they gave him, Sam decided to change the subject. "Lets go home. I'm tired. Have to get home to Rosy."
However, the three hobbits never made it home.
"A few more orcs have been found," said Aragorn. "Some were not killed after the ring was destroyed."
"But you shouldn't have to fight them," Arwen tried to dissuade her husband from putting himself in danger. "You're the king!"
"That's exactly why I must go." Aragorn continued speed walking down the corridor to their room to change. "They are weak. They know they have no chance of survival. They will not fight long or hard."
"What are you doing?" Arwen asked. Aragorn was already clothed and ready to leave.
"Changing." Aragorn threw open the closet door. "Into my old clothes. They are more comfortable anyway."
"Be careful."
"I'll be fine," Aragorn turned to hug his wife. He kissed her on the head. "I must be getting ready."
Arwen smiled and left the room. She waited for him outside the bedroom. Arwen wanted to see Aragorn in his old clothes. It would bring back memories. She wanted to accompany him to the gate. However Aragorn was taking a long time, longer then usual. Arwen knocked on the door.
"Aragorn?"
There was no response.
A/N: gasp Where are they all disappearing to? Well, if you read the summary you should know! Pirates in the next chapter!!
