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I love this so much! I have always loved aviation and the thought of The Company going to the airport is just golden.

Gimli being terrified of flying, but not being able to let the elf show him up 😂

Sam wanting to bring Bill the Pony on the plane 😂

Haldir just absolutely done with his job and ready to quit 😂

Boromir blowing his horn in an airport full of people, and being surprised when it gets them into more trouble 😂

Thank you for blessing the world with this fic.

The Fellowship Takes Flight

This piece was inspired by this thread and was written for @laneynoir

Gandalf has fallen, leaving the fellowship with his last cryptic warning, “Fly you fools!” Aragorn, being the pragmatic leader that he is, books them all tickets from Lothlorien to Mordor, with a layover in Gondor. Everything is going fine, until they reach customs… Elves really are sticklers for rules. 

Haldir groaned when he saw the group headed toward him. He had worked security in the Lothlorien airport for hundreds of years, but it was usually elves and the occasional wizard who flew out. Dwarves were only allowed in the boundaries of Lorien with explicit permission from the queen, Galadriel, and most men and dwarves believed the entire area cursed, and the planes unsafe. Because of this, the flights were usually filled with elves, all of which were very kind and respectful. Not so with this group. He squinted in their direction, picking out each individual. There seemed to be one elf among the group, though judging from the hairstyle and youthful face he was a younger elf from Mirkwood. Attached to the young elf at the hip was a robust red-haired dwarf. Next were two men. One of them he recognized, the queens’ soon to be grandson-in-law Aragorn, but the other was not known to him. Last, an assortment of hobbits followed all chattering amongst themselves. All except one who was fidgeting with some sort of necklace chain. Haldir sighed as they approached security and rubbed his forehead. He had a feeling this was going to be a long afternoon.

It wasn’t that Legolas didn’t believe in safety. He did, he really believed that everyone had the right to be safe, but he also believed that waiting behind Aragorn for four hours and thirty three minutes (He had been keeping track) because he couldn’t find his last knife was ridiculous. The elves of Mirkwood were never so picky as to force someone to give up all their weapons, but the elves of Lothlorien had other rules. 

“I found it!” Legolas sighed as Aragorn puled yet another knife out of his pockets and placed it in the growing stack of knifes, daggers, and other small weapons.

“Please put your hands up and walk through the metal detector… again.” The elf said, turning away from the card game he had struck up with Sam and Pippin. Aragorn walked through the metal detector and… Wonder of wonders! No squeal! No alarm! Not even a beep from the metal detector. Legolas sighed in relief, hoping up from where he was sitting. Gimli, who had been asleep with his head in Legolas’ lap sta straight up with a low growl at the disturbance. 

“Why the hell are you moving loser? Aragorn is never going to run out of knives,” the dwarf grumbled. 

“He did run out!” Legolas did a happy little dance, “He finally ran out of knives! We can all go through the metal detector now!”

Gimli grunted and got up off the floor. The rest of the fellowship cued up behind him, their weapons all placed neatly in a seperate pile from Aragorn’s. 

Everyone filed through the metal detector one after the other, staring with Gimli. Everything was fine, up until Frodo, who was last in line, stepped through the detector. For one second, the alarm blared, and then, the metal detector burst into flames. The elf in charge simply groaned and waved Frodo through. 

“When my shift ends, I’m turning in my resignation.” Sam turned toward the broad elf.

“We’re awful sorry Mr. Haldir sir, we don’t mean to be so much trouble.” The elf gave the kind hobbit a smile and patted his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry master Samwise. I know you mean well…”

Legolas didn’t hear the rest of the conversation because at that very moment he saw a bird, a lovely bird like those from his homeland, stuck in the dreadful building. Without a word to anyone, he slipped off to catch it and release it outside. After all, he’d be back before anyone even noticed.

It wasn’t that Gimli was afraid of flying per se. He was a dwarf of the line of Durin after all, one of Dain’s trusted folk. It would not look good if he was afraid to fly. He simply would sooner walk then ride upon a machine so great. He had said as much to most of the company before hand, but no one had listened to him. So now he was resolutely tromping through the airport, determined to ride the plane with just as much bravery as anyone else. That is, until he realized the handsome elf prince was missing. It wasn’t a big problem, he was sure that the rest of the fellowship would notice soon enough, but Gimli wasn’t about to let the elfling upstart miss the flight without him. Quietly, he started heading away from the rest of the group, until he could barely see Aragorns head above the crowd. 

“We have two seats left on a direct flight to Mordor, but if you want to all be on the same flight I would recommend waiting for the next flight to Gondor and make your connection there.”  

Aragorn sighed and rubbed his temples as he listened to the flight attendant at the gate. They had missed their flight because of him and now he had four very whiny, very hungry hobbits on his hands. The only one not whining was Sam, because he was busy arguing with a flight attendant about the guidelines for an emotional support animal.

Gimli and Legolas had wandered off, hopefully to find food, and so the only other person around was Boromir. 

“What do you think Boromir?” Aragorn asked wearily.

Boromir glanced up from rubix cube he was messing with. 

“I think we all ought to go to Minas Tirith before trying to make it to Mordor,” Boromir said thoughtfully, “My father will make sure we are well equipped, and we can also add more soldiers to our numbers.” 

Aragorn nodded and turned back to the flight attendant.

“We will wait for the next flight to Gondor. Thank you for your patience.” He turned back to Boromir, “Let’s make sure everyone goes to the bathroom before we leave, and let’s get the hobbit’s something to eat.”

Boromir nodded.

“I’ll take Merry and Pippin, and you can take Frodo and Sam,” he said simply, moving pff to collect his self assigned charges, “And keep and eye out for the elf and the dwarf!”

Sam realized as sson as he followed Aragorn into the bathroom that Frodo wasn’t behind him anymore. Instantly he turned around and exited throught he door he had just entered. When he got out he saw Frodo walking quickly back toward the terminals… Specifically toward the terminal of the plane headed for Mordor. In an instant Sam knew what Frodo was planning. He glanced back at Bill the Pony briefly before deciding that his master was more important and taking off after Frodo at a run. 

“Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo!” he yelled out. Frodo turned around.

“I am going to Mordor alone on this flight Sam.” He said

Same finally caught up and grabbed Frodo’s hand.

“Of course you are Mr. Frodo, and I’m coming with you.” He said the words with finality, and started walking toward the terminal with Frodo in tow.

Aragorn groaned when he came out of the bathroom and saw neither Same nor Frodo. He had some idea of where they had gone, and thought it was a terrible idea. But before he could do anything about it, he heard Boromir’s horn blow three times. He sighed and headed in the direction of the noise.

When he found Boromir he found the heir of the stewardship of Gondor sitting in a chair crying, with his horn broken. Beside him was a very perturbed looking security officer. 

“He blew his horn sir, because he was upset with us for taking the two…” he gestured just above his waist, “Halflings for questioning. The luggage security found large amounts of illicit substances in their luggage. After your friend here blew his horn, an over-zealous security guard jumped on him, breaking the horn.”

Aragorn nodded and walked over to Boromir.

“I am responsible for the destruction of the horn of Gondor! I must travel back to Rivendell and ask master Elrond to repair it.” Boromir turned haunted eyes up at Aragorn, “Do not try to dissuade me. I must restore this for the sake of our kingdom.”

Aragron nodded and the big man rose and head back toward the entrance. 

When he was almost out of sight he turned around and placed his hand to his chest. Aragorn faintly heard the shouted words, “My captain, my King.” 

Just then, Legolas and Gimli walked up and he filled them both in on what had happened. How the young hobbits had been taken for questioning, how he believed Sam and Frodo had snuck off and headed to Mordor alone, and how Boromir had left the company to restore his honor. 

“All I do today seems to go amiss.” Aragron sighed deeply.

Legolas placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Not all you do mellon. You can still make the next right choice.”

“And that choice,” Gimli said firmly, “Is to go find our hobbits.”