How far would you go to get home?
this is for Rick Riordan. Thanks for the idea.
Thorin woke up to a bright light. Fire! was his first thought. He sat bolt upright. There was no fire. There was a lot of trees.
What?
as far as Thorin was concerned, he had fallen asleep in a place quite different from where he was now. He was last in his room. In Erebor. No trees, no sun, no dirt.
Where in Middle-earth am I?
Orik woke up in a stone room. Have I been kidnapped? He didn't think so. There were no chains, no bars, and nothing to restrain him. In fact, the room seemed to be the exact opposite of a prison; someone's bedroom. The bed was covered in a fur blanket. Soft light emanated from a fireplace. There was a dresser with various objects on top of it, including- No, it couldn't be- A crown? Confused, Orik stood up and walked towards the door. On the other side, there were three... Dwarves?!