Well, this is the last chapter! The end of this story! AND there's a twist! The sequel won't be coming up for a while.. I've got three other stories to finish, PLUS the sequels for those, too! SO enjoy this chapter, and thanks!

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THE. FINAL. CHAPTER. PERIOD.

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"I thought I was the one who was blessed," Aragorn muttered.

Boromir shook his head. "Nope," he replied cockily. "Well, now that we're all alive and well, let's find Frodo and Sam."

"What about Merry and da Pipster?" Gimli asked. The others stared at him.

"What?" he said.

"Da Pipster?" Legolas echoed. Gimli nodded.

"He told me to start calling him that," he replied sheepishly, fidgeting with his axe.

Aragorn shook his head. "Whatever…" he muttered. "Come on, let's just find Frodo first. I mean, with short little legs like his, he can't have gotten far."

The others nodded in agreement, but when they got to the shore… they found two very different people. They weren't Frodo and Sam.

"G'day, mates," one man said in a low, rather slurred tone, "Could ye tell us where we are?"

The Fellowship, or what was left of them, stared at the two fellows. Legolas, in particular, was staring at the man who hadn't spoken. The young man had shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a slight goatee. The man who had spoken looked older, with a tri-cornered hat, long dreadlocks, and nearly black eyes. They were both carrying swords.

"Who are you?" Aragorn said in a guarded tone. "What have you done with Frodo and Sam?"

The older man looked confused for a second. "Oh them," he said, suddenly remembering, "I saw them leavin' for the other shore. Isn't that right, Will?" he glanced at the young man, but he was staring at Legolas.

"Will…" he followed the young man's gaze to Legolas and made a face. "Oh dear. You're not another eunuch are you?" he nodded to the elf, who was confused.

"A what?" Legolas asked.

"You look a lot like me," the young man spoke up. "Who are you?"

Gimli growled. "I believe, laddie, that we asked you first, didn't we, Boromir?" The Gondorian nodded, suspicious of the two odd men.

The older man smiled and bowed. "The name's Captain Jack Sparrow," he said, "And this here is my faithful mate, Mr. Will Turner. We were supposed to be on our ship by now, but suddenly we found ourselves here. Now, if you'd be so kind as to tell us where 'here' is."

"You're in Middle Earth," Aragorn replied, "And right now we're in Amon Hen. This river is the Great River."

Jack frowned, looking at the river. "What's so great about it?"

Aragorn glared at him. "You got a problem, mister?" he snapped, drawing out his sword.

"No," Jack replied, "Do you?"

"Let's just leave these fools here and hurry up with finding the Hobbits," Boromir growled angrily.

"Which ones?" Gimli asked in return. "It appears that Frodo and Sam are beyond our grasp… let them go, laddie. Let them be. We'll find Merry and Pippin."

Will finally stopped staring at Legolas for a moment. "But we're supposed to meet the Black Pearl," he protested. "We don't know how to find our way back home."

"If only Gandalf were here," Aragorn muttered.

Legolas finally spoke up. "They appear to be no harm, Aragorn," he said, "Let them join us."

Will nodded enthusiastically and glanced at Jack for approval.

"Very well then," Jack replied cheerfully, "Lead the way, um… what are yer names, good sirs?"

"Aragorn, son of Arathorn," Aragorn replied, irritated, "This is Gimli, son of Gloin, Legolas of the Woodland realm, and Boromir of Gondor."

Jack nodded and they began to run off into the woods.

"We'll explain more to you later," Boromir called as they darted past trees. Poor Gimli was having a hard time keeping up, though.

"Not more midgets, are they?" Jack said, frowning. "We pirates don't like midgets."

"You're pirates!" Aragorn bellowed, whisking around.

Jack blinked. "I thought ye knew that, mate," he replied, surprised.

Aragorn just growled as they ran though the woods.

Sam, a little while before this, had found Frodo taking off in his boat without him. "EY! Just where do ya think YOU'RE OFF TO?" he yelled, voice echoing.

Frodo turned around. "GO HOME SAM!" he shouted, "Little hobbits like you don't belong in wars."

"I'm not a little hobbit!" Sam yelled, stepping into the river, "I'm comin' with you whether you like it or not!" he began to wade deeper into the water. Suddenly without warning, two men appeared on the shore.

"Jack!" said one man. "Where are we?"

The other man frowned and shook his head. "I've no idea," he answered, looking around. He then spotted Sam and Frodo, who were staring at them. "AH, could ye tell us where we are?" he called out.

Sam just gave him a strange look and swam further into the water until he climbed into the boat. "Let's get outta here," he said in a low voice. Frodo agreed.

The two began paddling furiously to the other side of the river, with the two men staring after them, confused.

"Hey, where are ye going, mates!" the man hollered.

"Going away from YOU!" Frodo called back.

Sam sighed as they reached the shore and began walking though the woods. "Well isn't this brilliant," he said sarcastically.

"Don't worry," Frodo replied rather cheerfully, "I've saved a bunch of coconuts for us."

Sam stared at him. "What for?"

"Well, I picked a few off of those knights a ways back," Frodo continued, "And I thought they might cheer us up. Look!" he took one out and began to trot, banging the coconut together.

Sam shook his head. "I think I'm gonna regret this," he muttered, as Frodo then began to sing: "We Knights of the Round Table, we sing whenere' we're able, we do routines, and chorus scenes, and footwork impeccable!"

The END. PERIOD.

That's it! Thanks for reading.