Disclaimer: No matter how much I'd like to, I'll never own Lost or Lord of the Rings or the characters or the beautifully crafted plotlines...

Summary: Crossover between Lord of the Rings and Lost... Await some extremely Dominic Monaghan-based insanity

SHOUT OUT! to hersheygal for inspiring me to write this story with her story, I thought we were in Lothlórien,Guys Where are we? ... pending her approval on this story, I'll either keep going or throw it out, so...

Sawyer pulled the last of the cardboard packages from the parachute that had appeared out of nowhere and looked into the bottom of the pile. There sat a smooth black sphere a bit smaller than a bowling ball. Sawyer stared at it for a moment before picking it up. He felt a certain power flow through him when he held it. He glared deep into it and saw an eye, bright with fire within it.

Startled, he dropped the ball. It rolled through the dense jungle grass, defying the laws of gravity, toward Charlie. "Bloody hell..." He took off his hoody, and wrapped the sphere in it, then stuck it in his backpack. He stood for a moment and tried to look as if nothing had happened.

Charlie knew that Sawyer had seen it. He couldn't hide it from him, and he knew that Sawyer would want to look into it again… that's how it was just going to be.

"Look, Sawyer, you have no idea what this is and it's dangerous and please just don't get near it, okay?"

"Oh, like you do?" Sawyer retorted. "It's just a big shiny ball. How could it be dangerous?" Sawyer asked, although he had felt the orbs power when he grasped it.

"Yeah, I think I do," Charlie said and took off.

Charlie breathed gently as he slept, his arm wrapped around his bag to protect it. Sawyer grabbed the strap and gave it a swift tug. The backpack pulled from under him arm and it fell to the ground. He did not stir.

Sawyer unzipped the bag and pulled out Charlie's jacket, unrolling the strange orb from its sheath. He held it between his hands and gazed deep into the center of the ball. A strange energy ran through his body and he tried to pull away from the sphere, but he couldn't.

He saw the hatch and blood and death… the swan, the arrow, the flame, the staff, the pearl… he didn't know what it meant. Then, he saw "him…" the leader of the Others…

A strange voice called to him in a strange tongue, but he understood the deep voice all the same. "What are you planning? How do you plan to fight us? How…"

Suddenly the voice faded, the visions around him collapsed and the real world around him dissolved back into place. Sawyer buckled over and fell and saw Charlie wrapping the orb back up and placing it in the rucksack.

He threw the pack aside and stood leaning over Sawyer. Sawyer lay rigid on the ground, his mouth open, in a sweat. Charlie bent over him. "Sawyer… bloody hell." He grabbed a water bottle from his bag and splashed some on Sawyer's face. Sawyer didn't come to.

"Sawyer! Sawyer!" He shook Sawyer's shoulders.

Sawyer only whimpered. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

"Sawyer… what did you see… what did you tell him?"

"I saw… I saw… death."

"Did you tell him anything? Sawyer, it's important that you…"

"I… I didn't say anything… He didn't get the chance…"

"Are you sure?"

"I… not a word."

"Good then…" Charlie said, relieved. "Go to sleep. And please stay away from this," he said, shaking the pack.

Sawyer would have asked what the damned thing was, but it had taken the life out of him and he fell asleep before he could ask.

"I've caught another one of them," Rousseau told Sayid as she approached him. "I am not sure about this one. He is different." Before any questions could be asked, she disappeared back into the rainforest.

"Sayid… I'm coming with."

"Charlie, are you really up to this? These things are dangerous. It could be anyone. He could be armed. I am not sure you are capable."

"I'm going with you, whether you say it's fine or not," Charlie said almost defiantly. Something was going on, and he had only the vaguest idea of what that something was, and the idea was ridiculous.

Sayid and Charlie ventured out to the trap. From high in the trees, the person could not be recognised. Sayid cut him down and the net fell from a great height, but it never met the ground as Charlie stood below the net with his arms outstretched.

"Charlie! What do you think you are doing?" Sayid yelled.

Charlie did not respond. He set the small person on the ground and helped him remove the net. He was scared, on the brink of tears, but grateful to be let out of that terrible net.

"Who are you?" Sayid questioned the strangely clad and shoeless small man, who had an equally small sword tucked away inside his belt.

"I am Peregrin, son of Paladin Took of the Shire," he said as calmly as he could muster. "I have been separated from my companions."

" It's okay…" Charlie comforted him. "Everything's going to be all right, Pip."

"Tell me, how do you know my short-name, for I've only arrived just now without a more informal introduction," Young Pippin Took said. An alien warmth came over him with the familiarity of this foreign man's articulation.

Sayid shared in Pippin's bewilderment.

"I guess I know a lot of things about you and your story…" Charlie trailed off. "But, for right now that's not of utmost importance, is it? This is Sayid," he said gesturing toward the man to his left, "And I am Charlie."

"These names are not akin to the names that I have come to know on my journeys throughout Middle Earth…"

"Well, we're not from Middle Earth."

"Are these the Grey Havens then? Very odd, for I imagined the lands to the west to be thick with forest and elf-kind." He surveyed his surroundings solemnly. The air here now was moist and the grassy land damp. The trees were not like those of the old forest or Fangorn. They were lifeless and Pippin, hands to his side as he stood there, came to believe that there were no Ents in this place to the West, sorrowfully with the consequence being that the Entwives were not in this place either. "This seems a forest of a different sort."

"It is of a different sort. Luckily, there's no one here like the old willow who'll swallow you up. But there are a lot more things to worry about on this island than you might think."

"Is there the danger of Orcs in this place?"

"No," Charlie laughed, "these people are worse… but, enough of that. What did you say about your companions? I'll help you find them, I guess…"

"Charlie, do you know what you are doing?" Sayid pressed. Charlie didn't answer.

Pippin answered Charlie's question with the name of his companions. "Samwise Gamgee, son of Hamfast, and Meriadoc Brandybuck, son of Saradoc were in the company of me. Grieving for the return of Frodo…I will assume you know the story…" Charlie nodded, "well, we grew impatient. Denied admittance to the Grey Havens by ship, we took matters into our own hands and borrowed one of the eagles. Upon flying over this place, the eagle was somehow pierced and killed by a small metal stone. We then landed here."

"Eagles? Charlie, tell me what is going on. Obviously this story is not true. Are you just going to listen to some dwarf…?"

"Hobbit, man. He's a Hobbit."

"I thank you generously, kind sir, for using the name with which us Hobbits have become so fond of. I much do prefer the title to 'halfling,' and I am not quite sure how a person of my stature may be considered a dwarf."

"Pippin, you aren't where you think you are. You're in the wrong place, the wrong time, the wrong world."

"Is there an explanation of how we came to be in this, as you say different world?"

"I don't know," Charlie answered, "but before we find that, let's find Merry and Sam." Charlie stood behind Pippin and they began to trek through the jungle. Sayid followed close behind, not sure what to make of any of this.

Pippin's thoughts slowly collected together and set themselves into a strange thought that upon some chance he had met Charlie in some other point in time, but knew it was not fact, for he had for the most part met men only after leaving the Shire and not much again after returning to it. It had been four years since Frodo left for the Grey Havens, and Pippin was now of age… but in his 33 years, somewhere along the road he had known Charlie. Charlie gave of an air of family, of friendship and familiarity. He stopped upon realising the striking resemblance to Merry and wondered to himself if perhaps Charlie was somehow related to the Brandybucks.