Disclaimer: I do not own the Fellowship. I do not own Faramir or Elrond or anyone else in Lord of the Rings. The Woodland Wanderers? Well, I don't own them, either. They're just my friends. I don't think that counts. Also, I do not own the references made in here to X-Men or to Star Trek or Star Wars . . . I think you get the idea.

Author's Note: This is my first Fan Fic but if you have something rude to say, say it.

Important: This is only what might happen if my friends were to meet the Fellowship under these strange conditions. Thank goodness that hasn't happened yet!

"Even a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."
–Someone smart whose name I can't remember

"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to. Do you realize that this is the same road that leads to Mirkwood, and to the Lonely Mountain, and darker, more dangerous places if you let it."
–Bilbo Baggins

Chapter One A 'Small' Problem

"Radagast, pacing is not going to help the situation, and it's not going to help your leg, either," Elrond said for what must've been the hundredth time. Truthfully, though, it was just as hard on him. This wasn't supposed to happen. They'd destroyed the Ring. Everything was supposed to wind down. What had gone wrong?
My leg's fine," Radagast insisted. "Don't you have better things to do than worry about my leg? It was a simple attack by the goblins. It wasn't bad."
"You're hiding something," Elrond observed, though even he couldn't tell what.
"You looked the wound over yourself. There's nothing unusual"
"How many did you say there were?"
"Three."
"They usually don't travel in such small numbers."
"Their forces are diminished."
"There's something else: something stranger."
"What's strange isn't what happened to me. What's strange is what happened to the Hobbits.
"What about them?" asked a voice from the doorway. Elrond turned, though he needn't have. He knew Bilbo's voice.
"You didn't tell him?" Radagast asked.
"Tell me what, Master Elrond?" the old Hobbit inquired.
"It's about Frodo. . . . .and his friends," Elrond admitted.
"Samwise, Meriadoc, and Peregrin?"
"The same."
"What's happened to them?"
Elrond took a deep breath. "We don't know," he said reluctantly. "They've disappeared."

* * *

Meanwhile, an unusual party of five was on their way to Rivendell, or Imladris, to give it its Elvish name. They were Aragorn, King of Gondor, Eomer, King of Rohan, Éowyn, his sister, Faramir, Steward of Gondor and Éowyn's husband, and Bergil, son of Beregond, whom they had left to govern Minas Tirich in their absence. Not far ahead of them was Arwen, daughter of Elrond and, recently, wife of Aragorn and Queen of Gondor.
"Hurry, Eomer," Faramir beckoned. The most reluctant of the five, the newly crowned King of Rohan was at the end of the line. Aragorn, who knew the paths best of the five, was leading, with young Bergil close behind him. Faramir and Eowyn walked together, constantly waiting for their friend.
"I don't like the idea of leaving Rohan unguarded," Eomer admitted, setting his pace with his sister and brother-in-law.
"I wouldn't say 'unguarded,'" Eowyn reminded him.
"Yes, the Ents are there, but I still don't feel it's right for a king to just go off and leave his people in the hands of walking trees."
"Lord Aragorn had no problem," Faramir observed.
"You can drop the title," Aragorn called from the head of the group. "As long as we're anywhere close to Rivendell, it's either Aragorn, Strider, Dunedain, Estel, or Elessar. This isn't my kingdom. This is my home."
"Home, Aragorn?" Bergil asked.
"Yes. I was raised here, and here," he added in a voice loud enough for his wife to hear, "is where I met the Lady Arwen."
"Well," she said, turning her horse and riding back to the group, "if you're dropping titles, then call me Arwen, Evenstar, Undomiel, or, as Aragorn likes, Tinuviel."
"Nightingale," Faramir translated. "Luthien was also known by that name, when she met Beren, son of Barahir, in . . . ."
"I know," Eowyn nodded.
"I was telling Eomer."
"Telling me what?"
"Never mind."
Suddenly, there came from up ahead the sounds of whinnying and the pounding of a horse's hooves. "Dunedain!" called a voice as the rider came into view. "You're needed at once!"
The messenger was an Elf, Glorfindel by name, and had come with news of the Hobbits, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin. Specifically, he had come with news that messengers of all kinds had come from every land. The Hobbits were nowhere in Middle-Earth.

* * *

"I mean it this time, Master Elf," Gimli insisted. "This time, you will enjoy it."
"The only way possible I will enjoy Khazad-dum is if you add light and fresh air," Legolas said stubbornly.
"It isn't that bad."
"Yes, it is."
"Mellon," said a voice from behind them. Gimli jumped. Legolas only smiled.
"Perfect timing, Mithrandir," the elf commented. Then, under his breath, added, "I think you just saved my life."
"Hardly. I only opened the door," Gandalf said simply.
Legolas groaned. "Must we?" he asked his Dwarf companion.
"I'm sorry, but I fear this will have to wait for another time," the Wizard said. "You are both needed in Imladris.
'Thank you,' Legolas thought. "What's happened?" he asked.

* * *

A world away, for Hobbits were wondering the same thing. They had been on their way to Bree when they'd been attacked. Huge monsters with large purple wings came out of nowhere. They'd tried to escape, and, when that had failed, tried to fight, but they hadn't been very prepared. Only Merry and Pippin had brought their swords, and the monsters' numbers must've been in the hundreds. Now they were in some sort of dungeon.
"What were those things?" Pippin asked Frodo as he shook Merry awake.
"I haven't the faintest clue," Frodo sighed. "I thought everything was fine now that the Ring was destroyed. I was wrong again. Bilbo was right; adventures never end."
"It would seem so," Sam agreed, "but what do they want with us?"
"Who's 'they'?" Pippin asked. "We don't even know who those things were working for."
"We can figure that out after we find a way out of here," Merry said. "We're all alive. That's and advantage over the last time Pip and I were captured."
Pippin nodded. When they'd been captured by the Uruk-hai, Boromir had given his life trying to save them. That was the last thing the two youngest Hobbits wanted to see happen again.
"Nothing's over 'til it's over," Frodo agreed. "We'll find a way out."