It all started when I was getting ready for the concert on Friday night. I was in my room with my friends Cassi, Libby, Samarra, and Kerri. We were all nervous about the concert.
"Kerri, play Scarborough Fair one more time with me, and then I'll sing it as a solo." I said as I looked down nervously at my flute. Everybody said that I had an angelic voice, but I thought I sounded like a seal. I mean sure, I sound better than Johnny Depp, but I think that I still sound horrible. So I somehow wound up singing Scarborough Fair at the concert, as a solo, because my music teacher made me.
"Okay, Kammie. Just give me a second to flip to the right page." Said Kerri as I heard pages flipping. "Just tell me when to play the song." She said as she picked up her Flute and positioned the embouchure correctly.
"Play it in four." I said as I tried to ready myself for the coming flood of music. I really am more comfortable with an instrument than my voice.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Remember me, to one who lives there,
He once was, a true love of mine.
Tell him to make me a Cambric shirt
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Without no seam nor needlework
Then, he'll be, a true love of mine.
I closed my eyes, in the hopes that I would memorize the last set of lyrics.
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Between, salt water, and the sea strand
Then, he'll be, a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Remember me, to one who lives there
He ,once was, a true love of mine.
I opened my eyes, and to my surprise, I wasn't in my own room. Heck, I wasn't even in my own house! My friends looked up from their music in awe, and we all whispered, "Where the hell are we?" Then a hand covers my mouth, and it's not one of my friends' hands playing a joke on me. This was real. I panicked, and then I started using Krav Maga. Krav Maga is Israeli MMA, using jujitsu and stuff like that. Unfortunately, he knew how to block punches. He grabbed my arm and put it behind my back, so I couldn't try anything else.
"Try anything funny again and you'll be wishing you hadn't, boy." Said an unfamiliar gruff voice, probably the owner of the hand on my face. Thoughts started racing through my mind, thoughts about my mother, death, and my ex-boyfriend Gabe. I hear people talking, and then I am basically blinded by the light in the next room. I looked around the room when my eyes adjusted to the light, and then I saw Dwarves for some odd reason. Then I looked back at my captor, and he was a very strong-looking Dwarf. He looked surprised that I was a girl, and he loosened his grip just a little bit.
"What is going on inside my house?" Asked a man in a robe who looked like he had just fainted. He looked thoroughly shocked that someone had been found inside of his house. "Who are you?" He asked as he looked at me like I was riffraff or something like that.
"And I ask the same question, sir." I said unceremoniously.
"Bilbo Baggins." He said as he grabbed some tea.
"Kammie Darnold." I said as I tried to get out of the arm-lock that I was in, to no avail.
"What is going on in here?" Asked a man who looked like Gandalf the Grey.
"We found these girls in the room in the back, Gandalf. They could be working for Thranduil for all we know." Said the one holding my arm in a vice. "And this one is a fighter." He said.
"We are just a victim of circumstance, sir. We do not mean any harm" I said as I stop resisting because he is too strong for me to escape.
"Let her go, Thorin. Give her a chance to explain herself. I have a feeling you will be surprised." Said Gandalf as he sat down. I was shocked that I was actually in Middle Earth, and that it existed. Thorin let me go, and then I began my story.