Hey I updated! Wow… anyways… I have an announcement to make! I've got good news and bad news, the good news is the Merry and Pippin figures type people are showing up in this chapter. The bad news is the Sam figure is not, or any chapter for that matter. It's not that I don't like Samwise, I love him (in fact I named my cat after him), It's just that I couldn't find any that would make a good Samwise. But he will be doing disclaimers and such, so he will be kind of in the story just not "in" the story, If you know what I mean. So now on to Chapter 4!

Sam: Thank you Miss LC, no offence but I'd rather not be in this story. It's a little too crazy for my taste. Not that your crazy, it's just –

LC: just do the disclaimer please….

Sam: Umm alright….lets see… oh yes… LC does not own Lord of the Rings or Lost and she never will mind you, so don't sue.

Finally Charlie decided it was no good just sitting around, so he sat off on his quest. He lifted his pack, and placed the straps around his shoulders. The weight of the pack was so intense when he put it on that he fell strait to the ground on his back. He stared bewildered at the sunny sky for a moment, this was the last straw, this day could not get any worse. So to let out his anger, he slapped his hands to his cheeks (the cheeks on his face) and let out the best impression of a "home alone" boy scream anyone has ever done. After that was over he felt better and tried to get up, but he soon found out that he couldn't.

Frustrated, he tried to get up again, but that was in vain as well. He tried to roll over, that didn't work, he tried to take his pack off, but the straps were on too tight. Finally after wasted hours of aimless struggling, he gave up, he'd figure this out later. The sky had grown dark and the stars popped out in the dark void called the sky. The stars looked so smug up there, shinning like they were the fairest in the world. It seemed to Charlie that they were mocking him, he hated it when people mocked him. He angrily raised his fist.

"Curse you," he said under his breath, then his fist fell limply to the ground as he fell asleep. Sounds of snoring filled the forest that night, knocking over small trees and causing small tremors on random parts of the island.

Charlie opened his eyes to the morning sky, it was still a little orange from the newly risen sun, yet that didn't stop him from almost blinding himself. He quickly shut his eyes it was way too bright for his fragile little eyes to handle, he didn't want to get up anyway, and even if he did he couldn't. Suddenly he heard footsteps nearing him, he decided it was a good idea just to play dead, so he let his mouth hang open and stuck his tongue out. Even if they didn't believe he was dead, the smell of his breath would surely drive what ever it was away. He hadn't brushed his teeth in a week, he and Hurley were having a "not brush your teeth contest" though he strongly believed that Hurley was still brushing his, but he didn't expose him so he wouldn't seem like a sore winner.

As he was thinking, and playing dead they had come up right beside him. Yes, "they" he was specially trained in telling how many people there were just by listening to their footsteps. From what he was hearing there had to be at least 15 of them. Then he heard them began to talk to each other.

"Hey, what's that?"

"It's that one guy, remember."

"Oh yeah, ya think he's dead?"

"I dunno"

"Let's poke 'em with a stick."

"Sure, how 'bout that one?"

" That will do nicely."

So they began to poke him with a large (and pointy) stick. Charlie decided to keep playing dead, they would give up sooner or later, then he would get back to figuring out how to get his pack off.

About three hours later the "poke fest" was still going strong. Charlie came to the conclusion that these people either had a strange fetish for poking dead people with sticks, or they were just plain stupid. Finally he had had enough, his eye's shot open and let out a scream that would wake the not so living. Once he stopped screaming, he looked up. What he saw was two men looming above him, with faces so frighten that it looked like they had seen a dead guy scream at them. "Wait!" said a voice in the back of

Charlie's head, "Were are the other thirteen?" Charlie thought a moment, he must have gotten the number fifteen confused with the number two, because there was no way he could have gotten his calculations wrong. Yes that was it.

When he looked back up at them he noticed that they looked very familiar, they also looked very much alike. He finally recognized them as Scott and Steve (or was it Steve and Scott?)!

Charlie opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly silenced when he was jabbed in the ribs with the stick.

"Are you dead?" the one that poked him asked.

"I most certainly am not!" snapped Charlie, "Now, Steve, would you please help me up."

A flash of anger seemed to pass across the man's face, as he replied Charlie's request.

"I'm not Steve, my name is SCOTT!" he said gritting his teeth.

"Yeah, I'm Steve," the man behind him stated meekly.

"Whatever, would one, or both of you, help me up?" said Charlie trying to sound polite.

Scott and Steve exchanged glances and nodded, then began to help him up. They quickly raised him off the ground, leaving his pack behind.

"Now then, what was making this pack so bloody heavy?" wondered Charlie out loud, "All I had was clothes in there."

Charlie knelt down beside his pack and proceeded to open it. As soon as the zipper got to the end of the zipper line thingy (you all know what I mean right?) two large bowling balls rolled out onto the ground.

"Hey Steve," said Scott, nudging his friend, " there's our bowling balls!"

"So that's were you put them," Steve said, as they retrieved their no longer lost bowling balls from the ground.

"How much do those bloody things weigh!" Charlie questioned. They were holding them as if they weighed as much as a feather, yet he couldn't hold them, it must be some trick.

Scott and Steve pondered their question for a moment, rubbing their bellies and patting their heads (how they did this while still holding on to the bowling balls is beyond me). Finally they let out an answer.

"About one ton each," they both replied.

"Oh suuure..," thought Charlie, "They must be lying."

So Charlie did what any other English ex junkie rock star would do, he snatched one of the bowling balls from them and tried to run away with it. Although, his plan didn't work out the way he wanted. It was so heavy that he dropped it, and it landed about two feet into the ground. Charlie watched in awe as Steve picked up the ball and brushed off all the dirt.

"HOW ARE YOU BLOODY HOLDIN' THAT THING?" asked Charlie, with his eyes popping out of his head.

Steve and Scott looked at each other with puzzled faces, then turned to Charlie.

"We don't know, " they both said, "we just can."

Then some thoughts shot into his brilliant mind, first he though that he better not ever tick these guys off. His second thought was the best thought in the history of thoughts that anyone had ever had.

"Hey how would you guys like to go on a lil' quest with me to destroy a ring?" he asked mischievously, as he rubbed his hands together. These guys would come in handy if any monsters or polar bears attacked.

"No, I don't like quests," stated Steve.

"Yeah, they sound too…questy," Scott agreed.

Charlie quickly tried to think of another way to rephrase this. He needed these guys to protect him!

"Well it's not a quest really," Charlie recovered, "it's more of an… an.. errand."

"Oh then I'll go," said Scott excitingly, "Wadda you say Steve?"

"Sure," Said Steve, shrugging his shoulders, "an errand sounds much nicer than a quest."

So hope you guy's liked it! And here is some news from our friend Samwise Gamgee!

Sam: Hullo! I'm Sam Gamgee with the news. First off Dominic Monaghan will be on Jay Leno May 24, which is today. And lastly the Season finale of LOST will be airing Wednesday May 25 (tomorrow). Don't' miss it! Now back to you LC.

LC: (cries) I can't live without LOST! Oh umm I'll just reply the reviews now! Ok! Ok!

Katiiey guess what my insane brain allowed me to update, of course if your reading this you know it updated… anyways sorry it took so long!

Yahiko I'm glad you enjoy it, and that your reading this late at night, because that always seems to make things funnier (well for me at least).

Leaviel thank you so much for the black rock idea, in my fic it will be a black rock and not a ship. And making up words is funerific! Yay!

Thelostgirlonthelostisland Love the name. And I'm so glad that you like it!

Weaselthrope Glad you love it! And as I said earlier that there will be a Merry and Pippin, but no Sam, I'm so sorry.

Sam: (hugs Weaselthrope)

Sohma Sumi So happy it makes you laugh! And sawyer will be…. Oh I don't know if I should tell you…. Hmmmm…. Oh ok! He will be Borimir! Yay! I hope I spelled that right….

Charlie: (Hugs Sohma Sumi)

Book Worm835 I'M SOOO HAPPY THAT YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY! Sorry your parents yelled at you, tell them I'm sorry. Bye!

Ingrid7 Glad you think it's very funny! Yay!

Maria Is it really the funniest thing you ever read? WOW! I feel so powerful now!

(tries to fly) (falls on ground) ouch… well maybe not that powerful…. Ow….

Well Guys Remember to REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! And If you don't mind when you review tell me who you think (if anybody) will die, I'm just curious. Well bye have a good day! And REVIEW! Plz… Thank you!