Again, for the last time, I don't own Lord of the Rings. And now for the last chapter...

Legolas's Girl 9: Thank you so much for the reviews, you are AWESOME!

Aragorn walked back into the room carrying the seeing-stone, oblivious to Legolas and Celeborn collecting their winnings. Elrond and Haldir walked back to their chairs looking slightly perturbed. After the rest of the group had reseated themselves, an image of Gandalf slowly appeared on the surface of the palantir.

"Gandalf?" Aragorn asked.

"Aragorn! Legolas! Haldir! The High Elves! Gimli! My Rohirrim and Gondorian friends! And my dear hobbits! How wonderful to see you all!" Gandalf exclaimed cheerfully.

"It is good to see you as well, Mithrandir. We have a situation in which your guidance would be appreciated," Haldir said.

"My friends, what troubles you?" Gandalf asked with a concerned tone.

"Gandalf, we have received very...unusual packages of late," Frodo piped up.

"Explain what you mean by 'unexpected packages', Frodo, my lad," Gandalf requested.

"Er...um...well...we have received gifts. Aragorn received one, as did Elrond, Galadriel, Eomer, Faramir, Legolas, Gimli, and myself. They appear to be miniature replicas of our homes, Minas Tirith, Bag End, Rivendell, and such. They came with small figures of all of us as well as with small furniture. But no one here knows what they are made of. The material is very sturdy, yet lightweight, so it is not mithril or wood, as most things are," Frodo explained to the image of the wizard.

"Are these things an evil to us, Gandalf?" Aragorn asked.

"One at a time! Thank you, Frodo. Now, Aragorn, what was your question?" Gandalf asked.

Before the king of Gondor could speak, a loud crash was heard, as well as elvish cursing and the patter of small feet.

"GANDALF!" Pippin cried, running to the seeing-stone.

"Pippin, you're still sick from those mushrooms? Guards! Get him back in there!" Aragorn yelled.

"GOODBYE, GANDALF, IT WAS NICE TO SEE YOU!" Pippin cried as the guards carried him off.

"What in Arda was that?" Gandalf asked.

"Never mind it. Pippin partook of some inedible mushrooms," Aragorn told him wearily.

"What of the replicas?" Elrond asked, stilled annoyed about Celeborn kicking the crap out of him.

"Why, my friends, those are gifts for you! They are simply meant to amuse you! No mystical properties do they hold. You use your imagination to act out scenes with the figures! I had them made by a man with a most peculiar name...oh, dear, what was it? Oh, yes, Santa Claus!" Gandalf explained cheerily.

"No! Nonononono! Do not mention that name in my hearing! Oh, I think I am going to be ill!" Legolas cried, fainting to the floor.

"What is Legolas so upset over? It's not as though he handcrafted them himself," Gandalf said with an offended note.

"Oh, but Mithrandir, you don't know half of the story!" Gimli cried, tears of mirth running down his cheeks.

The group settled in to Gandalf the tale, but not before Haldir discreetly took Legolas's winnings from his pocket.

The End! I hope everyone enjoyed it!