Disclaimer: All worship the almighty J.R.R. Tolkien.

Author's note: This is supposed to be a semi-humorous, semi-serious fic. In other words, I'm trying to have humorous (and incredibly embarrassing) things happen to the fellowship (specifically Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas) which could realistically, though most unlikely, happen. Please review and tell me if I've accomplished my goal.

A.N.#2: Mostly true to the books, except no one has gone to the Grey Havens.

Dedication: This fic is dedicated to skaara since it was strongly inspired by her fic Together We Stand.





One of those Weeks

or

The Perils of Middle Earth

By Daylight



Prologue

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Or at least that's what they kept telling themselves afterwards. It was no ones fault really, but Gimli blamed Aragorn, and Aragorn blamed Legolas and Legolas blamed Gimli while the others decided in the end that their companions had simply gone quite mad. It was something they feared they would never live down and something the hobbits would certainly never let them forget, but it had been a good idea at the time. It just didn't work out that way.

It was September and Frodo's 55th birthday was coming up. Someone (no one remembers who) thought it would be a great idea to reunite the fellowship to celebrate. It had been four years since the fellowship had last been together in its entirety and everyone thought it would be a perfect time to get reacquainted. Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas were especially looking forward to a relaxing vacation in the beautiful landscape of the Shire.

So, while the hobbits, with the help of Gandalf, prepared for the party in Hobbiton, the man, the elf and the dwarf traveled from their respective homes and met at Rivendale, before making the last leg of their journey together. That, of course, is when everything went wrong.



To be continued in Part 1: Aragorn's Bad Day