Hey everyone :) This is my first fic in a long, loooooong time. This is also my first in this fandom (and this account) so I hope things turn out okay.
BEFORE YOU READ:
Mel (my ofc here) is from 2012. As in, right before the first Hobbit movie came out. She also hasn't read the books, BUT she's seen LOTR. This is just a heads up because though all of this will be explained in the next chapter - it's not mentioned in this one and some people might be a little put off by that.
I groaned and lifted my head up, bleary eyed. My upper body was hanging off my bed. What the hell was I dreaming about? This is the weirdest way to wake up, oh man. Hold up, I'm moving. Scratch that - the bed is moving.
"What the hell," I murmured, though me being barely awake it came out sounding more like a "whu the her". Oh god, I can feel my legs hanging off too. This is not a bed. Abort mission, I've been kidnapped or something! Abort.
"Oi lads, she's awake!" A voice booms from about a meter away from me. I hear shouts and calls in response. "You alright lass? Gave us a good scare last night, flying through Mr. Baggins' door like that."
"Huh?" I rubbed my eyes, and tried to push myself up on whatever this thing was. Unfortunately, this thing was nothing like a bed and I slid right off and my butt landed on the ground with a dull thud.
"Oh sweet baby Jesus." I yelped, eyes snapping open. Okay, now I was really awake. Oh my god it's all coming back to me now. I didn't even go to sleep last night! I was walking to the grocery store? And then I tripped? Okay, that's as far as my memory goes.
I looked up and my eyes met a pony. I fell off a pony. Wow. I looked around and there were thirteen other -
Oh shit.
I've gotta be dreaming. These were all the characters from the Hobbit! At least I think so? I looked at all of them, wide-eyed as they all stopped on their ponies. One of them - looked like their leader - had stepped off and started walking towards me, saying something.
Oh my god I can't hear them. My ears are ringing. Okay, okay, thinking too fast. Calm down… Breathe. Breathe! This is just a weird dream. Just a weir- JAMES T KIRK, THAT'S GANDALF. HE'S WALKING TOWARDS ME. THAT'S- no. This has got to be a joke. That's just Sir Ian McKellen looming over me. Yup. This is a joke… or dream. Whatever.
Their leader - Oh! I recognise him from the trailer. Oh man I can't remember any of their names. What was his name? Thor-something? Whoever he was he was brandishing his sword and, oh, pointing it at my neck. He's glaring at me… saying something… my ears are still ringing.
Oh my god, okay that sword is sharp. And cold. I looked to my right, Gandalf (holy shit) was next to me now, looming over Thor-something and I. Hey hey, I recognise that face. He's doing his strict scary wizard scolding thing. Aw, now I feel like watching Lord of the Rings again - seeing him scold Pippin and -
"… so by Valar put that sword down!" Gandalf finished. The sword left my neck. Oh, I guess I've calmed down enough to hear people now. He looked down at me gently. "Oh good, you're breathing has calmed. I thought you were going to lose consciousness again."
"You're…"
"I am Gandalf the Grey, wiza -"
"I know." I cut in. "I, uh, know who you are."
TBC
That's it for now! This chapter is really short because I just wanted to see if this would attract an audience or be worth continuing later on. Hope you all like it :)
If this gets what I'm aiming for, the next chapter will probably be uploaded on Friday with at least 3 pages worth of material to read.
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