Author's note-this is my first fan fiction! I really hope you like it, and
please send constructive criticism either in a review or to
potter@yeayea.com. I do know how the story continues, but just the main,
basic plot. I do not know how long this story is going to be, but YOU will
have influence on that. Three reviews before I post again!
Chapter One
Frodo?!
As I sat on my bed, reading, I thought I heard a faint sound. I stopped, my finger holding my place, and strained my ears, trying to hear every sound. All I heard was the buzzing of my lamp. I sighed and went back to my reading. Again I thought I heard a slight noise, which sounded strangely like an "Uff!". I looked around, and saw nothing. I decided I was going crazy, and got up to put my book on the bookshelf. Halfway across the room, I stumbled and fell. When I hissed an expletive, my voice was not the only thing I heard. I reached out to stretch, for my back had a rather large knot in it, and my hand bumped against something. Something solid. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I looked toward the spot where the something solid had been, and thought for a second I saw something shimmer. "Show yourself," I said, figuring that if I was imagining things, I'd only feel stupid, and no one would see me. I gasped as suddenly, out of thin air, a person or at least what I then thought to be a person, was sitting on the ground in front of me.
"Who are you?" I asked slowly.
"Frodo. Frodo Baggins." The man replied.
My eyes widened, as realization dawned. This man was, or thought he was, Frodo Baggins, from the book series Lord of the Rings. He stood at about four feet tall (rather tall for a hobbit), with very curly brown hair, which clung thickly to his head. His eyes were a beautiful blue and had an amazing depth to them, which could only come from years of adventures and troubles.
Frodo interrupted my thoughts. "Umm. so, where am I?"
"Corvallis," I replied without thinking. "Corvallis Oregon."
"So I'm guessing I'm not in Middle Earth anymore." (Author's Note: "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Frodo.")
"Nope."
"What year is it?"
"2001"
"Oh."
I went back to my thoughts. Where's he going to stay? How'd he get here? I asked myself. There were no answers.
"What's your name?" He asked tentatively.
I seemed to have lost my voice, because it took me a second to answer. "Leah," I finally said. "Leah Underhill."
"Oh." He said, with laughter in his voice. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, but soon got up, dusted himself off, and held a hand out to me.
"Nice to meet you," I said with a grin, holding out my hand and allowing him to help me up.
"Nice to meet you too."
Ok, I am a master of Cliffies! Bow down to me, mortals!
I am a good master (Yes, Master Frodo) because I also decided not to have the three-review rule. The chapter ended and I wasn't done! (BAD chapter! BAD!) Next chapter you won't get off so easy. Also, I PROMISE that after this fic gets started, it'll get more exciting. I know it's now rather dull.
Chapter One
Frodo?!
As I sat on my bed, reading, I thought I heard a faint sound. I stopped, my finger holding my place, and strained my ears, trying to hear every sound. All I heard was the buzzing of my lamp. I sighed and went back to my reading. Again I thought I heard a slight noise, which sounded strangely like an "Uff!". I looked around, and saw nothing. I decided I was going crazy, and got up to put my book on the bookshelf. Halfway across the room, I stumbled and fell. When I hissed an expletive, my voice was not the only thing I heard. I reached out to stretch, for my back had a rather large knot in it, and my hand bumped against something. Something solid. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I looked toward the spot where the something solid had been, and thought for a second I saw something shimmer. "Show yourself," I said, figuring that if I was imagining things, I'd only feel stupid, and no one would see me. I gasped as suddenly, out of thin air, a person or at least what I then thought to be a person, was sitting on the ground in front of me.
"Who are you?" I asked slowly.
"Frodo. Frodo Baggins." The man replied.
My eyes widened, as realization dawned. This man was, or thought he was, Frodo Baggins, from the book series Lord of the Rings. He stood at about four feet tall (rather tall for a hobbit), with very curly brown hair, which clung thickly to his head. His eyes were a beautiful blue and had an amazing depth to them, which could only come from years of adventures and troubles.
Frodo interrupted my thoughts. "Umm. so, where am I?"
"Corvallis," I replied without thinking. "Corvallis Oregon."
"So I'm guessing I'm not in Middle Earth anymore." (Author's Note: "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Frodo.")
"Nope."
"What year is it?"
"2001"
"Oh."
I went back to my thoughts. Where's he going to stay? How'd he get here? I asked myself. There were no answers.
"What's your name?" He asked tentatively.
I seemed to have lost my voice, because it took me a second to answer. "Leah," I finally said. "Leah Underhill."
"Oh." He said, with laughter in his voice. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, but soon got up, dusted himself off, and held a hand out to me.
"Nice to meet you," I said with a grin, holding out my hand and allowing him to help me up.
"Nice to meet you too."
Ok, I am a master of Cliffies! Bow down to me, mortals!
I am a good master (Yes, Master Frodo) because I also decided not to have the three-review rule. The chapter ended and I wasn't done! (BAD chapter! BAD!) Next chapter you won't get off so easy. Also, I PROMISE that after this fic gets started, it'll get more exciting. I know it's now rather dull.