I was finishing up my homework for the night. I had to do a book report on my favourite childhood story, so I did "The Hobbit". I had originally read it when I was in the eighth grade, and I loved it. All of my friends had read it when I told them about it,but they hadn't liked it as much as me. I was putting all of my homework away when my mom knocked on the door.
"You're going to bed soon, right?" She said holding onto the doorknob and peeking in.
"Yeah, I'm going soon." Yeah right.
"Don't stay up very much longer, you have volleyball in the morning." My mom was always like this, telling me things I already know.
I got ready, then I got into bed. I was lying there with my covers wrapped around me like a cocoon when I started to think. What if I was in the company to go to Erebor? I had wished that I was so many times before, but this time there was a strange feeling when I did. It felt like I had gone, I recognized the feeling almost. It was strange. I shrugged it off, rolled over and tried to fall asleep.
When I finally fell asleep I started to have a very vivid, almost real dream. I was walking through an empty field that had trees double the size of the ones in my neighbourhood, when an older looking man in grey robes and a pointy hat was walking towards me. He walked slowly and like he was almost happy to see me. He had a beard, one that almost looked like Gandalf's from The Hobbit. He had a look to him that was kind and friendly, so I wasn't very scared. I was more focused on figuring out where I was. The old man reached the spot I was standing. I didn't move, I don't know where I would go. The man reached out to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Ah, here you are. If you had come later then we would have to start without you." He said smiling.
"What are you talking about? Where am I?" I snapped at him.
"You are in Middle-Earth, and you are here to help with a very important journey. My name is Gandalf the Grey, and if I am correct you already know who I am." So I was in Middle-Earth. This was Gandalf, and I am in my favourite fictional world, with my favourite fictional people.
He said I was here to help, and he was Gandalf the Grey not Gandalf the White, so I must be helping with the journey to Erebor. I got so excited once I figured that out I almost squealed.
"So I'm here to help?" I asked eagerly.
"Come walk with me, I shall explain it all." He motioned towards what looked like a small river on the side of the field. I started to walk with him. I listened to what he was saying, even though I already know it all. Gandalf was explaining why we were going to Erebor, who would be coming, and what we would do once we got there. I had read The Hobbit so many times I couldn't remember, and he could tell. Gandalf finished explaining.
"I guess you already knew that though, didn't you?" He said with a smile. I nodded eagerly.
"Well, all we need to do now is get our burglar and meet the company." I practically ran ahead, going down to the river. Across the water was the Shire, and at the very top of Hill was Bilbo Baggin's hole in the ground. I went across the bridge and into the bright green grass of the Shire, laughing and smiling. I was so happy, I get to go on the greatest adventure I had ever heard about. But there was still one small problem. I turned to Gandalf, my smile gone.
"But this is a dream. It has to end eventually, right?" I asked.