Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is not mine. Jurassic Park is not mine.

A/N: I am apologizing ahead of time for the short chapter after such a long wait. I was delayed.
Gollum: Stop quoting Gandalf.
Smeagol: Sorry. But I was.

Chapter Seven

"Wait," Boromir objected. "Frodo, can't you see? If we split up, we have even less a chance of being able to get back. We won't be able to think together, plan together. You don't split an army up into two groups with two different strategies if people disagree. You work the problem out, together, find a compromise."

"But that takes time!" Gandalf exclaimed.

"Then it takes time. It's better than flying blind. All of you, sit down! We left Middle-Earth as one Fellowship of the Ring; that's the only way we're going to get back."

Gandalf reluctantly sat down. Frodo followed suit. Pippin breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you, Boromir.

"All right, Boromir, make this quick," Gandalf grumbled.

"We don't even know which way we're going!" Ian pointed out.

"Do we have any food?" Pippin inquired innocently.

"No," Gandalf said stiffly. "Which is another reason for a quick departure."

"With all due respect, Gandalf, I'm a Ranger," Aragorn sighed. "Pippin, you and the others stay here. I'll find something."

"You shouldn't go alone," Legolas pointed out. "And you'll need to be able to find your way back."

"I can give a shout. I won't go far."

Gandalf shook his head. "Shouting could attract more creatures."

"No more than your grumbling about everything," Ian pointed out.

"A bird call?" Aragorn suggested.

"A bird call," Gandalf agreed.

"Two screech owls and a barred owl."

Gandalf nodded.

"I should come with you," Legolas insisted.

"No, they'll need your ears here."

"You should take someone, in case something happens."

"Very well. Care to join me, Gandalf, since you're so eager to do something?"

Gandalf mumbled something, but got up. Soon, they were out of sight.

The forest was thick, filled with many kinds of trees and plants. The birds were singing and the sunlight was dim. Aragorn felt right at home.

Gandalf sighed. Now that he was away from Ian, he realized he'd overreacted. He was right; they didn't even know which way they were going. And Frodo was right; their chances of getting back at all were slim. And Boromir was right; their chances would only get worse if they split up.

"These look all right," Aragorn said. The Wizard barely heard him; he was lost in thought.

Suddenly, a creature leapt out of the trees. Aragorn instinctively reached for his sword, only to realize that it wasn't there. The creature sprang towards them.

There was only one. One as far as Aragorn could see. Or smell. This one had a very distinct odor. It wasn't bad-smelling, not sour or rotten or decaying, but it still made the Ranger nausious. Almost like . . .

Before Aragorn had a chance to place it in his mind, something covered his face. Almost like a goo, not quite sticky, but not a solid or liquid. Whatever it was, the Ranger realized it was all over his face, covering his eyes. He couldn't see.

Gandalf was just as startled as his friend. Before the strange creature could even get ready to do anything else, a good whack from Gandalf's staff knocked all plans of lunch out of the dinosaur's mind. After being hit again, it abandoned the idea altogether and ran.

"Aragorn!" Gandalf was at the Ranger's side in an instant. "Can you walk? We should get back to the others."

"I . . . I think so. I just can't see." Suddenly, he felt dizzy. It passed quickly, but it was enough to worry him.

Gandalf placed an arm around his friend's shoulders, guiding him in the right direction. "Let's go back."

xWhiteXstaRx – Well, it looks like the Fellowship won't be splitting up, after all. Sorry this took so long.

Kelsey Estel – Discouraged? It takes a lot more than people complaining about the length of my stories and the plot to get me discouraged. It'll give me writer's block, yes, but not get me discouraged. :) Anyway, okay, the Fellowship didn't split up but the chapter was still short, I know. Hmmm, if you like serious crossovers, it's a good thing you read this one and not several of my other crossovers. (whistles innocently) Or even some of my stories that aren't crossovers. (whistles Fellowship Theme) Hmm, I'm not sure the island is even big enough that the groups could end up 20 miles apart.
Gollum: For pete's sake, Smeagol, that wasn't meant literally.
Smeagol: Yeah, but still, interesting thought . . . how big is this island?
Gollum: Big enough for you to run from me around.
Smeagol: Oh, dear. Anyway, thanks for the tips, mellon nin. Trying to work on description. But you can only talk for so long about what a Dilophosaur smells like before it tries to eat something. :)