Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is not mine. It is very likely that nothing that shows up will be mine.
"So be it," Elrond said ceremoniously. "You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
"Great. Where're we goin'?" Pippin asked.
Elrond was about ready to explode then and there, but before he could, the entire newly-formed 'Fellowship of the Ring' disappeared in a flash of light.
Pippin looked around. "Okay, forget that question. Where are we?"
"Our weapons!" Aragorn exclaimed. He was right. Everyone's weapons were gone.
"My hat!" Gandalf announced. At least he still had his staff.
"My cooking pots," Sam said longingly.
Boromir still had his horn. Aragorn had the Evenstar. Gimli had his helmet and armor. But that just about covered it as far as weapons and armor went.
Frodo looked terrified. "What is it, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked.
All eyes turned to the Hobbit. "Frodo?" Gandalf asked. "What is it?"
"It's . . . it's not here."
"What?" Pippin asked.
Frodo was trembling. "The Ring."