Some She's Taller Than Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR or Star Wars. (there are bits and pieces of that in here, but it's not too much a main part of the story)
Laura woke up in the middle of a field. The grass was tall, and the sun was high in the sky. Slowly, she stood, perplexed. She looked around, as there wasn't a sign of anything that looked familiar.
"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," she mumbled.
A little in the distance, she could see a horse-pulled wagon coming towards her. She thought about running versus staying, and decided it was best to ask the approaching stranger where she'd ended up.
On the wagon sat an old, grey man. He was humming some unknown tune as he steadily held the horse reins. His hair, eyebrows, beard, and cloak were grey. The only things that were not were his eyes, and his big pointy hat. He stopped the wagon right next to her.
"Ah, so you've arrived back here at last. And what a day. You're going to be just in time for Bilbo's birthday," he exclaimed.
"Who? Where am I?" she asked, brushing off her jeans.
"Why, child...have you forgotten in such a short length of time? It's been...oh, say just about 13 years since that very day." Laura was sixteen years old.
"What day?"
"The day you left Middle-Earth, of course!"
Middle-where? She laughed. "Look old man, I'm sure you have me confused with someone else. I grew up in a place just called Earth."
"Ah, but where were you before that?"
"I don't think it's really my place to tell you that."
"Just like it's not my place to tell you about the story of your past. Now, jump on up, we've got to get there."
She hesitantly climbed up and sat next to him in the wagon.
"Get there?" she asked.
"To the Shire. Dear me, you have been gone a long time. You probably don't know who I am, do you? You seem to have put all of your focus on some other aspect."
"Actually, you're right. I have no idea where I am, who you are, or how I got here. Who are you?"
"I am Gandalf the Grey, though I am called by many names. Gandalf Grehame, Gandalf Stormcrow, Mithrandir.."
"Mithrandir?"
"Indeed. I am of the Istari, the wizards."
"You're a wizard? I don't know how I didn't see that one. Where are we going?"
"To Hobbition, to see the Hobbits," he said.
"What's a Hobbit?" she asked.
"That is definitely for you to find out, my dear. I do think you'll enjoy yourself quite thoroughly here. Do you remember Bilbo?"
"I don't think so. This is all still a bit new to me."
"You'll grasp it all in good time, my dear. All in good time."
They rode together for awhile longer, until she realized that she was somewhere in an early stage of the world, way back close to medieval times. She was awestruck by the beauty of the landscape that hadn't even been touched by man as they entered The Shire. Gandalf requested that she go off on her own until that evening when she would wander into the middle of the party.
So she did. She slowly walked through the mix of farmland and forest. It was amazing and sad to her that this was one of the biggest places she'd seen that hadn't been touched by men. She found herself amidst a simple civilization. She didn't intrude on anything, but sat silently on a hilltop and watched the town around her.
As she sat there, she thought long and hard about how in the world she possibly could possess the ability to appear in this placed called Middle-Earth. And she didn't come to any conclusion. How could she have ended up in this place when she'd fallen asleep? A dream? It had to be, because the environment was vaguely emotion. But if she was dreaming, she wouldn't have been able to analyze this much, would she? The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.
Then reality hit her. She jumped at the thought. What about Sean?! Sean was someone whom she was just starting to pursue a relationship with. He was still on Earth somewhere.
It surprised her, because she'd never had a second thought about relocating because she'd never had a family or anyone to necessarily leave behind. She looked at the strange sky, wondering if she could see Earth. She wondered if Earth even existed yet. Was she in the past?
She put her head in her hands. This was just great. Her friends would either think she was dead or not notice her absence. She didn't know which was worse.
She got to her feet. Maybe she was just having one of those outrageously realistic dreams. She began walking down the hill towards the little party going on below her. She stopped and held her breath as a few fireworks went off.
As she approached the group of tents, she began to see people. She inconspicuously took a seat at one of the tables. Looking around, she was able to survey these people more closely.
She felt a tap on one of her shoulders and turned around to face a boy. He was very short, like the rest of him. He had amazingly blue eyes and beamed at her with a smile on his face.
"Are you a friend of Gandalf's?" he asked her.
She smiled at him. "Yeah. He's the guy I came with . Are you a Hobbit?" she asked him unsurely.
He nodded happily. "Indeed I am. Frodo Baggins. We don't see many Big People in the Shire."
"I'm Laura. What is this celebration, anyway?"
"It's my uncle Bilbo's birthday, of course! Didn't Gandalf tell you?"
"Oh, that's right. He did. Is he the one setting off those fireworks?" she asked as she pointed to the sky. He nodded and smiled again. He made a small bow and held out his hand.
"Would you care to dance?" he politely inquired.
She glanced around, then shrugged. It was a strange dream, wasn't it? Why not? She stood up, about a foot taller than Frodo. He looked up at her, his bright blue eyes still beaming.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR or Star Wars. (there are bits and pieces of that in here, but it's not too much a main part of the story)
Laura woke up in the middle of a field. The grass was tall, and the sun was high in the sky. Slowly, she stood, perplexed. She looked around, as there wasn't a sign of anything that looked familiar.
"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," she mumbled.
A little in the distance, she could see a horse-pulled wagon coming towards her. She thought about running versus staying, and decided it was best to ask the approaching stranger where she'd ended up.
On the wagon sat an old, grey man. He was humming some unknown tune as he steadily held the horse reins. His hair, eyebrows, beard, and cloak were grey. The only things that were not were his eyes, and his big pointy hat. He stopped the wagon right next to her.
"Ah, so you've arrived back here at last. And what a day. You're going to be just in time for Bilbo's birthday," he exclaimed.
"Who? Where am I?" she asked, brushing off her jeans.
"Why, child...have you forgotten in such a short length of time? It's been...oh, say just about 13 years since that very day." Laura was sixteen years old.
"What day?"
"The day you left Middle-Earth, of course!"
Middle-where? She laughed. "Look old man, I'm sure you have me confused with someone else. I grew up in a place just called Earth."
"Ah, but where were you before that?"
"I don't think it's really my place to tell you that."
"Just like it's not my place to tell you about the story of your past. Now, jump on up, we've got to get there."
She hesitantly climbed up and sat next to him in the wagon.
"Get there?" she asked.
"To the Shire. Dear me, you have been gone a long time. You probably don't know who I am, do you? You seem to have put all of your focus on some other aspect."
"Actually, you're right. I have no idea where I am, who you are, or how I got here. Who are you?"
"I am Gandalf the Grey, though I am called by many names. Gandalf Grehame, Gandalf Stormcrow, Mithrandir.."
"Mithrandir?"
"Indeed. I am of the Istari, the wizards."
"You're a wizard? I don't know how I didn't see that one. Where are we going?"
"To Hobbition, to see the Hobbits," he said.
"What's a Hobbit?" she asked.
"That is definitely for you to find out, my dear. I do think you'll enjoy yourself quite thoroughly here. Do you remember Bilbo?"
"I don't think so. This is all still a bit new to me."
"You'll grasp it all in good time, my dear. All in good time."
They rode together for awhile longer, until she realized that she was somewhere in an early stage of the world, way back close to medieval times. She was awestruck by the beauty of the landscape that hadn't even been touched by man as they entered The Shire. Gandalf requested that she go off on her own until that evening when she would wander into the middle of the party.
So she did. She slowly walked through the mix of farmland and forest. It was amazing and sad to her that this was one of the biggest places she'd seen that hadn't been touched by men. She found herself amidst a simple civilization. She didn't intrude on anything, but sat silently on a hilltop and watched the town around her.
As she sat there, she thought long and hard about how in the world she possibly could possess the ability to appear in this placed called Middle-Earth. And she didn't come to any conclusion. How could she have ended up in this place when she'd fallen asleep? A dream? It had to be, because the environment was vaguely emotion. But if she was dreaming, she wouldn't have been able to analyze this much, would she? The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.
Then reality hit her. She jumped at the thought. What about Sean?! Sean was someone whom she was just starting to pursue a relationship with. He was still on Earth somewhere.
It surprised her, because she'd never had a second thought about relocating because she'd never had a family or anyone to necessarily leave behind. She looked at the strange sky, wondering if she could see Earth. She wondered if Earth even existed yet. Was she in the past?
She put her head in her hands. This was just great. Her friends would either think she was dead or not notice her absence. She didn't know which was worse.
She got to her feet. Maybe she was just having one of those outrageously realistic dreams. She began walking down the hill towards the little party going on below her. She stopped and held her breath as a few fireworks went off.
As she approached the group of tents, she began to see people. She inconspicuously took a seat at one of the tables. Looking around, she was able to survey these people more closely.
She felt a tap on one of her shoulders and turned around to face a boy. He was very short, like the rest of him. He had amazingly blue eyes and beamed at her with a smile on his face.
"Are you a friend of Gandalf's?" he asked her.
She smiled at him. "Yeah. He's the guy I came with . Are you a Hobbit?" she asked him unsurely.
He nodded happily. "Indeed I am. Frodo Baggins. We don't see many Big People in the Shire."
"I'm Laura. What is this celebration, anyway?"
"It's my uncle Bilbo's birthday, of course! Didn't Gandalf tell you?"
"Oh, that's right. He did. Is he the one setting off those fireworks?" she asked as she pointed to the sky. He nodded and smiled again. He made a small bow and held out his hand.
"Would you care to dance?" he politely inquired.
She glanced around, then shrugged. It was a strange dream, wasn't it? Why not? She stood up, about a foot taller than Frodo. He looked up at her, his bright blue eyes still beaming.