Just realized I actually never actually wrote a disclaimer, but you did know I do own them right? Anyone who believes me? Oh damn, so I don't, but who cares, I write anyway!

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'Bring them in!' An orc nodded and the doors opened. Two small figures were being dragged in by two other, not-so-small figures (hehe). They were dropped in front of Saruman's throne, and both stood on their knees, like cats. (Which reminds me of recaptured, I promise I wont steal the cat-fall idea Llinos.) Saruman rose and stepped down from his throne. Grima Wormtounge followed him and stood behind him, looking quite small and scared, yet scornful and superior.

'So you escaped the custody of Mordor. Let's see if you have the same luck here.'

'Shall we kill them sir?' Saruman looked at the orc who spoke.

'Oh no, shame on you. Don't you see they're sick?' The orc looked confused but Saruman wasn't finished. 'They will die of it, and it will be slowly, so that's a better way.' He chuckled, an evil laughter. 'Take them away!' The orc nodded and the hobbit's were dragged away again, this time to a small room, pretty much like their prison-room in Mordor, except this room had no light whatsoever.

'I just hope Sam and Frodo makes it,' said Pippin weakly, 'even if we couldn't.'

'They'll make it,' said Merry. 'They have each other right?' Pippin frowned though it wasn't visible in the dark.

'Are you trying to tell me something, master Brandybuck?' Merry smiled and took his cousin's hand.

'Yea, I mean as long as we are together, we'll be okay. Even if we die.' He made a pause. 'The later sound's quite likely right now though. To go back to Frodo and Sam, I wonder how they reacted when we were just gone.' He gasped. 'What.what if they're still with Gollum! I bet he knew there was an orc there when he took us with him. He'll kill them and try to take it from them!'

'I hope the Valar protects them. If even that is enough. Not much we can do though, our story ends here, I'm afraid.' (A/N Ooops I ended it here long ago and I have no idea what I was going to write here...I'll have to make up something new...))

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'What are you saying Aragorn?!? I know the death of the hobbits was a hard blow for you, but you can't seriously consider this suicide-trip! Gandalf?' Faramir obviously was upset about Aragorn's idea and turned to Gandalf. The old wizard shook his head.

'Aragorn's idea is the only reasonable thing to do. Please collect the armies of Gondor, at least what's left of them.' Faramir made a deep sigh and left the room.

'But what about Saruman?' said Aragorn. 'Shouldn't someone attack Isengard as well, so he wont take notice of Frodo and Sam either?' Gandalf nodded thoughtfully.

'Yes, you are right. We should send a small army there too.' Aragorn looked back at Legolas.

'Legolas, would you...Legolas what's wrong?!?' The elf was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily and his eyes were rolled up.

'It's the hobbits! They are...they are alive!

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'Merry, are you still with me?' Pippin was panting heavily, his forehead was covered in sweat, just like if he had just been running a race.

'Yes, but barely.' His cousin was pretty much the same condition. They had given up all thoughts about escaping, now just waiting for the final.

'Merry I was thinking...where do you think hobbits go when they die?'

'I don't know. I've always thought there might be another Shire, where all the dead lives.' Pippin thought of this a moment, before answering.

'It would be very crowded there.'

'What?'

'Well, the dead can't die, so they'll remain, and there comes more all the time.' Merry laughed a little at the comment.

'I've actually never thought about it that way, but I suppose it'll get bigger and bigger the more hobbits comes.' Pippin frowned.

'That doesn't make sense at all.'

'No, but I don't think that matters in that Shire. It's paradise, so it's supposed to be perfect, right?'

'If death is so perfect, then why does people fear death?'

'You can never be sure of how death is. No one's ever returned, right?'

'If we get to that other Shire, do you think we can be as peaceful and happy as when we were little?' Pippin waited a few seconds.

'Merry?'

'Merry?' Pippin's eyes filled with tears as he realised his friend had gone. But soon, darkness took over his mind, and he too slipped in a dreamless sleep.

A/N This is NOT THE END!!! (I seem to be writing that in all stories right now...) I'm quite tired right now so...goodnight!

//Natta

P.S. I watched 8 mile today, and I think it was really great! Though some things were a little pointless, like his ex-girlfriend. D.S.