Sorry it took me so long to update, but I finally got to it, and now I'm finished. I was tempted to have five or six endings all followed by a black out, but I couldn't think of enough, so there's just the one. I own nothing, please review.

Hope you enjoyed the ride.

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Bucky walked along the path down from the coronation slowly. He was tired and grumpy. Everyone was celebrating, Sauron was defeated, Aragorn was king, people were getting married off left and right. All he really wanted to do was go home. He stopped and stared at the leaves of the trees above him. There was another thing they were all freaking out about, the tree re-blooming. That's all they said, THE tree, like there was only one.

Sighing he resumed walking down the path. He didn't really feel like walking but he didn't want to hang around with the joyous crowds above him. They were becoming very irritating.

Even Legolas and Gimli were enjoying each other's company, they'd given up their competition to kill more foes and were actually talking to each other.Bucky was going to be sick. They had supplied some amusement through these past battles, but no longer.

He still wasn't exactly sure how he'd gotten out of any of this alive, he still had the dagger the Lady Galadriel had given him around his haunches, he hadn't drawn it once. He pulled it out now and watched it glimmer in the sun, spears of light dancing every which way. One of his paws snaked out in an attempt to catch the darting light. He was quickly running about the path in circles, chasing after the reflections from his dagger.

That's when Merry and Pippin found him.

"We've been looking all over for you!"

"They're going to have a great feast. You have to be there."

"I don't want to," Bucky said. "I'm done."

"Of course you're done, we're ALL done. We can go home," Merry said.

"But first there's a feast," Pippin added.

Bucky thought of Hairless Monkey, of all the people he'd met in this screwed up place, Hairless Monkey was the only who hadn't died or wasn't here. Bucky didn't even know if anyone else knew Hairless Monkey existed, there was going to be no way to find him.

"Hey," Merry said, his brows drawing together. "Where do you live?"

"Not here. I'm not going back to the feast." Bucky turned and continued walking down the path.

"Wait! Don't you—"Merry laid a hand on Pippin's arm.

"He doesn't," Merry said. Pippin glanced at him, you could see his mind working as expressions played across his face. Then, with a nod, the two of them walked back towards Minas Tirith.

Bucky hummed tunelessly to himself and continued meandering down the path. His mind wandering, suddenly he realized he knew where he was, if he followed this path a little bit farther he'd end up at the hole in the wooden fence surrounding the back yard of his apartment building.

Bucky turned around and looked back. There was an odd sort of double image behind him, the tangled undergrowth that was soon to be torn up by bulldozers to make room for yet another apartment complex was superimposing itself over the gleaming white city of Minas Tirith. Bucky wondered if he turned around which reality he'd end up in. Before he could decide if he wanted to try though, Minas Tirith faded completely from view.

Bucky was strangely sad, but suddenly he realized he was home and there was tuna waiting back at the apartment, he almost leapt for joy and then began to run quickly down the worn dirt path.