Disclaimer: I'm sure by this time, you've got my disclaimer memorized. But, I don't own these characters or places except Dolenandúnêion.

Oh, Sakura123, Pippin would love fireworks, yeah, if he could see them ;)

They packed their things the next morning. Most of the Elves were traveling to the Grey Havens. Some were going to Rivendell. Strider and the Hobbits were traveling to Bree, where Strider would leave them and they would continue on to the Shire.

Pippin rode one pony, and Merry rode the other one. Sam, Frodo, and Strider carried their belongings. Pippin teased Strider, especially when he stumbled and nearly fell.

"I could do better than that!" he said.

"Well, then do it. Get down here. If you fall, I'll be laughing so hard, you'd think I caught Galadriel kissing Sauron!"

They all laughed, as Pippin got down and walked. He hadn't walked two feet, when he tripped and fell.

Suddenly Aragorn stopped laughing, and motioned to the Hobbits to be quiet. They all hushed, looking around, frightened. Suddenly an arrow flew through the air, and struck Pippin's shoulder.

Aragorn drew Andúril. "Merry, get Pippin down, stay with him! Frodo, Sam! Come on!" They ran at the Orcs that appeared.

There weren't very many, and didn't fight very well. They thought they had defeated them, when Merry appeared behind them.

"Sorry, Aragorn, he made me leave," Merry said.

Aragorn turned, and saw Pippin trying to fight.

"You fool of a Took!" he yelled, running over there. He was too late.

Another arrow struck Pippin, and an Orc drove his sword through the fallen Hobbit.

A/N: Short chapter, I know. I don't care. Just trying to annoy my reviewers :) just kidding!