Title: Middle-Earth Meets Modern-Earth
Disclaimers: I own nothing except for some papers and toys and pencils that I use to write these fanfic stories. And the computer. Can't forget the computer. And I don't use the toys to write the stories, but they're all I own besides my paper, pencils and computer.
Note: Another LOTR fiction. I didn't want to go through all hundred-and-some-odd pages of LOTR fics to see if it had been done, so I'll just do it. Also, this is based on the fact that Tolkien makes it sound like the LOTR books really took place here, on Earth, a looooong time ago, so that is my assumption in this story. ::tries to stop writing silly and/or bad stories, but can't:: Also my first story in first-person POV. Also my first real insertion fic.
Middle-Earth Meets Modern-EarthI sit in my plain little room, reading the "Lord of the Rings" books. I am currently thinking about Legolas, as I often am. I wish, not for the first time, that he was real. I have seen the movie once and only once, not actually having any money to go see it again. I must content myself with the books. I look out the window behind me and see that it is a nice warm day out. I drag myself off the bed and decide to go for a walk, to think about Elves. I stuff the book into my pocket before heading outside and enjoying the crisp air of the early spring day.
I walk to a small field near my house. Very small with a hill at one end and trees all about. I sigh contentedly as I walk around in the tall grass thinking about Elves and Legolas in particular. Who knew blond hair could be so attractive? I wish I could climb trees and shoot arrows just like he does, but know I will never be able to. Nevertheless, I decide to walk in the trees, perhaps even try my luck at climbing one.
With my copy of "The Two Towers" firmly in my pocket I approach a tree and try to climb it. I fail miserably and fall several feet to land on my behind. I hear a squeak and think that I disturbed some kind of mouse. I get to my knees and scramble away behind another tree. Imagine my surprise when a fairly good-sized piece of ground lifts. It's a door! I stay silent and watch as a small, shaggy head pops up and looks about. Soon, the rest of it follows. A short, plump man with no shoes and hairy feet comes out. My eyes widen as I take him in. He is wearing breeches, a shirt, a vest, and a jacket. He is soon followed by a woman of about the same height and build. She's wearing a house dress in a floral print with a white apron fastened around her waist.
They close the door and sit under the tree. The man takes his pipe out and starts blowing smoke-rings contentedly. The woman sits next to the man and works on some knitting. I recognize these people! Well, sort of. They're Hobbits! I gasp in excitement as I realize what I have just discovered. The Hobbits look my way and realize that there is someone watching. They quickly open up the door and scramble back down inside it. I look around and take not of where I am. Just to make sure I can find it again, I take on of my shoelaces and tie it around the highest branch of the tree I can reach. hopefully, the Hobbits won't be able to reach that high since I am nearly twice their height. I walk back to my home to talk to my friends. I talk to some on the phone, Others I talk to over the internet. Almost none seem to believe me. All except for my best friend that is. She believes because we've been friends for almost ten years. She's also had some strange things happen to her, but none as strange as this.
A few days later, she comes over from her house not too far away, but just far enough to make travel difficult. I take her eagerly to the woods and show her the place where I found the Hobbits. I find my shoestring, tied carefully around a branch, just as I left it. I bend down and feel in the grass for the door, but cannot find it. I stomp on the ground, hoping to get some clue as to whether I was right or not, but still find nothing. My friend helps me in the search for the Hobbits, still believing that I had found them.
Short, but this is a story of firsts for me. I also have to find out if my friends would mind having their names mentioned or even be characters in the story. I'm also working on my story about Estel, too.