The planet was silent, asleep. Except for a volcano flaring and bubbling angrily to the east, everything else on the word was quiet. But high above Middle Earth, A large metal object, half of a frigate once called the Forward Unto Dawn, plummeted downwards towards the world. On board in a large room filled with tubes large enough to fit a man inside were still. But in the center of the rectangular room, a small cylindrical platform stood, silent as a gravestone. But as the half began to burn in the atmosphere, a small blue woman appeared above the cylinder. She had just enough to time to mutter a quick "What the-" before she vanished.

Aragorn sighed. He couldn't understand these Hobbits. One minute, they feared for their life, the next they were insisting on having supper. Supper, according to the smaller one called Pippin, was very different than Dinner, which they had just ate. He ran a hand through his long black hair, and looked up to the heavens. All he wanted to do was rest here on Weathertop then get the Halflings too…

The ranger's eyes narrowed. Had that star been there before? No, it certainly hadn't, and the Hobbits took notice of it too. The one called Frodo looked up. "Say, isn't that star rather bright?" He queried.

His friend (and his gardener as well) looked up at the glowing star. "Yeah, it is, Mr. Frodo. What star is that, anyway?"

"That, I believe," said the one called Merry, "is a NEW star! They name 'em after true heroes, you know." He smirked. "They'll probably name that one after me!"

His cousin, and partner in pranks, Pippin, gave him an odd look. "What do you mean? You've ne'er done anythin' worth mentionin'! Ya 'ave to do somethin' important to be labeled a hero!" He jabbed his thumb at Frodo. "They'll probably name it after 'im."

Aragorn watched the star intently. It seemed to be growing larger, and the very sky seemed to burn with it. His eyes widened. "DOWN!!!" He yelled. As the hobbits all ducked, the giant ball of fire and smoke flew over them and towards some far away hills, exploding into a great fireball as it crashed. Aragorn and the Hobbits got to their feet and looked at the column of smoke now rising from where it had crashed. After a few moments of silence, Pippin finally voiced the question everyone's mind.

"What was that!?" Sam looked back up.

"A falling star…" he murmured with awe. "Oh, they'll never believe this back home…"

Frodo and Aragorn remained silent, still stunned by the event. Merry, however, began to walk towards the stairs. Pippin turned and looked at him. "What are you doin'?"

"I'm goin to have a look," Said Merry, as though this was obvious. Pippin shrugged and followed him, but both were stopped by Aragorn grabbing both of their cloaks.

"Hey!"

"Geroff me!"

"Are you two stupid??" he barked. "Whatever that was, star or not, it's too hot to go near now." The two hobbits sighed and he let them go. "Bed. Now. We can look at it in the morning." He said simply, and Sam, Pippin, Frodo, and Merry all hobbled to their blankets. Frodo stopped and looked up at Aragorn.

"Strider…"He said in a scared tone. "If it's not a star, what else could it be?"

The ranger didn't answer. He just looked back at the column of smoke now rising from the massive object.

Was it just him, or had something fallen from that ship as it passed over?