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Chapter One – Just Not My Day

I was finally home after a long day at work. And all I could think about was reading my book. Sitting down at my desk, and opening to where I was up to and just started to read. Hours had passed by the time I put down the book.

"Urgh. I smell like deli!" I smelt disgusting. It was then and there that the decision was made to have shower. Undressing from my filthy uniform I stepped into the bathroom.

"Ahhhhh" Steaming hot water hit my bare back. "This is amazing. Hot showers are the best."

About half an hour later I was out and changed into jeans and a baggy top. "Man I love it when my cloths make me look flat chested." I said looking in a full length mirror. My curly brown hair was dripping down my back leaving it wet. 'oh well' I thought.

CLUNK ... my bag fell to the ground.

"Oh god damn it." I walked sluggish to the bag and picked it up. Everything fell out at once. "For FUCK sake" I was starting to get pissed off now. Like I had a really bad day at work and feel like shit and now this happens and all I wanted to do is read my DAMN book. I hate my life sometimes. Nothing ever happens in it, I feel so boring.

"Man I need a SMOKE!" After re-packing all my things back into the little black shoulder bag, I grabbed my jacket and slipped on some shoes and walked outside into the back yard. Lucky for me it was still light out ... You got to love day light savings time and the end of year summer. It's even luckier that the rain had stopped by midday. It was still wet out but the sun was shining. Opening one of my new packets and lighting a cigarette, I ventured a little ways from the house. Well I didn't want the house to smell like tobacco. I was down the path, passed the pool, and into the bushland with my lit cigarette. Five minutes later I was down to the bud and I hadn't even gotten to the cliff face yet. Throwing it in the opposite direction, I continued to walk further into the bush breathing in the non-polluted air.

"AHH! Isn't this just a gorgeous view?" Pulling out my camera from my bag and taking a photo of the setting sun. I was stepping backwards trying to capture the view and was losing my balance, when I slipped on a rock and hit my head. Hard.

I re-awoke several moments later grabbing the back of my head. 'Gahh' the camera had wacked me in the face. Man today just isn't my day.

"Ow ow ow, it hurts" Well obviously it's going to hurt I just wacked the back of my head on a rocky floor. And it doesn't help that my camera just bitch slapped me either. I took a deep breath and opened my teary green eyes. One at a time. You know just to make sure I haven't fallen off the edge of anything. That's when I noticed that I wasn't on the cliff anymore it was all dark and grey. And Snow. Yes Snow. It was everywhere. Seriously it is supposed to be summer. Plus it doesn't snow in Australia. Well at least not where I live anyway. I help myself up. Difficultly. Turning off my camera and shoved the thing in my bag. I think would be better for me if it's in their anyway. Rubbing my forehead where it hit me I turn taking in my surroundings. Ok where the hell am I? I wondered around the rocky terrain searching for something to give me a sign of where I was. There was nothing. I finally gave up looking and sat down thinking how I was going to get home. My thoughts were interrupted with voices in the distance. I looked up and followed them. Keeping off the path that lay before me. As the voices drew nearer I hid behind a rock. And within an instant I had an arrow, two swords and an axe pointing towards me.

"Who are you?" Said the tall, fair, dark-haired, and grey-eyed man. I did not answer. I was too shocked to speak. It's the first time I've had four different weapons aimed at me. He questioned again and came closer to me with his sword. I fell to the ground.

"Enough Boromir. Can't you see your scaring the poor child!" exclaimed the one with shaggy dark hair. Sheathing his sword.

"The child is right to fear a dwarf" the short red haired man laughed. Wait. What the hell, did that guy just call him, Boromir? And is he really a dwarf. This is too strange.

"Gimli" said the shaggy hair one glaring at the one called Gimli. " ... I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Who might you be?" He asked lending out his hand as if he trusts me. Wait a second he just said his name was Aragorn... it could just be a coincidence. But could I be in Middle Earth. That's impossible it's just a story, made up by a man over fifty years ago. No way could this be real. It has to be a dream. I grabbed his hand and helped myself up. I was about to answer him when another voice came from behind the rock.

"What is it Aragorn? Is it one of Saruman's spies?" The voice sounded like an old man. I look behind a rock to see a grey haired man clad in all grey with what looks like a pointed had. That couldn't be Gandalf could it. Behind him a saw what looked like young children, with hairy feet. Oh my god this is so exciting, I think they're the hobbits.

"Gandalf" Ha I knew it. It was Gandalf "We found a stranger. A child to be exact." Do I look like a child? Seriously, these guys can be so stupid. Me a child, Ha, I laugh at that. I'm eighteen years old for Christ sake, I'm practically an adult. The five of us walk out to meet him. I'm still at gun point or arrow point to be exact.

"Legolas put your bow away, this child won't hurt anyone." Requested Gandalf as he approached me. "Has the child given you a name?"

"The Lassie is staying quite." Said Gimli.

"Fey, shall be your name," Gandalf said pointing to me "and you shall join us on our journey now we must haste it will be getting dark soon." This is a shock, me join the fellowship. Now this has really got to be a dream. I just nodded in agreement. Boromir didn't seem too keen on this, actually he quite opposed it. But Gandalf's word was final. So, the ten of us continued to walk along the path, the hobbit's in the back and Gandalf leading the troop. I sort of walked on my own. Boromir was walking in front of me and I couldn't help but check him out. That's when two of the hobbit's came up to me, and joined me.

"I'm Meridoc Brandybuck" said the curly haired blonde hobbit "and this here is Peregrin Took, but you can call us Merry and Pippin" pointing to the dark haired hobbit next to him.

"It's nice to meet you both."

"Ah ... the stranger does speak" exclaimed Boromir who was only probably two metres in front of me. I couldn't help but stare in shock at him.

"I never said I didn't. You just assumed I couldn't talk." I retorted back. He glared at me and just kept on moving. I think I heard Gimli say to Legolas, "I think I'm going to like this Lassie!" For the rest of the walk I stayed with Merry and Pippin, we became friends really quickly. I'm even starting to enjoy their company. Their loyalty for each another is admirable.

"There are the walls of Moria. "Gandalf explained to the group, pointing across the water. After about an hour we stopped "Dwarf doors are invisible, very tricky to find." Gimli announced tapping the rock face with his axe as if listening to a hollow sound. The clouds disappeared and fine silver lines appeared, outlining what looked like a secret door.

"Ennyn Durin aran Moria. Pedo mellon a minno." Gandalf Said. "The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter."

"What does it mean by speak, friend, and enter?" asked Merry.

"That is plain enough" said Gimli. "if you are a friend, speak the password, and the doors will open, and you can enter."

"Then what's the password" I said feeling uncomfortable near so close to the lake.

"Do you not know the password, Gandalf?" Boromir asked wish he had the answer. But alas he didn't and we were stuck here until they figured it out which I hoped was soon this place was getting scarier as the night grew.

"I bet it's something really simple." Gandalf looked at me as if I was some sort of idiot, and then started to chant different spells. It came to the point where he thought his strenght alone could work. I giggled under my breath.

Half an hour passed, and I started to feel concerned. If what I can remember (which wasn't much) is true then something terrible is going to happen. That's when the Merry and Pippin started to throw rocks into the water. I instantly got up to stop them but Aragorn reached them and stopped them before they did it a second time.

"It's a riddle." Frodo said everyones ears perked up. "Gandalf what's the elven word for friend?"

Gandalf sat there with his pipe in hand blowing out his last draw and answered, "Melon" the doors opened.

"Hey guys ... I'm starting to get a bad feeling about this place. I don't think we should go this way." I said as we walked into the mines. But they did not to hear me. Gimli seemed excited boasting about how we will get a royal welcome. It was too dark to see inside, so Gandalf lit up the room.

"It's a tomb" cried Boromir. Well there goes the royal welcome. There were bones everywhere some pinned to the wall some on the ground.

"Goblins" whispered Legolas as he pulled an arrow from a decaying dwarf body readying an arrow from his quiver on his back. That's when we heard a shout from behind us. I turned only to see Frodo being dragged by a giant tentacle.

"Frodo" I screamed and ran to his aid, pulling at the tentacle. Suddenly five more appeared and threw Sam, Merry, Pippin and I back. hitting the wall and falling unconscious.

I awoke with Aragorn and Legolas standing over me.

"Are you okay, Lady Fey?" they asked. I groaned and sat up slowly. My head again, today just isn't my day.

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