I woke up, starting my morning routine just like I did on any other typical day. I got ready for school. I ate breakfast. I went to school. Perhaps I would have spent a little more time making myself presentable, had I known what was going to happen on that day. But that's the thing: I didn't know.
It all started during the passing period between third and fourth. I was talking with my friend until we got to the intersection of the two busiest hallways in the school. At that point it just . . . happened . . . In the blink of an eye. I had no time to think, no time to process what was going on. Everyone in the school was gone and standing in there place was five little people and three tall people, all of whom looked oddly familiar to me. We stood there, staring at each other, and then I realized who (and what) they were.
"Oh dear holy god," I said, taking a panicked little step back at the realization, "You're the . . . the . . . The Fellowship of the Ring! Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Gimli, Legolas, Aragorn, Gandalf and . . . not Boromir . . . he's dead."
"Gandalf, how does she know our names? How does she know of Boromir?" Frodo demanded.
"Oh, I know of everything," I answered, feeling slightly more confident now, but definitely confused about having the Fellowship standing in front of me. I decided to just go with it, for now. It was probably a dream anyway and I would be waking up soon, so I should just make the best of it. "I know of the Shire, I know of what happened in Moria, I know of Bilbo, I know of the Black Riders, of the Enemy, I know of how you, Frodo son of Drogo, destroyed the Ring."
"Gandalf, how does she know of all this?" Legolas asked, looking uncertainly at me.
Do you all remember the story I once told you about the child that would be born as a mixture of all the races of Middle-Earth?" Gandalf asked, not looking at any of them as they glanced at each other, but looking straight at me, making me uncomfortable.
Are you meaning to tell us that she is that child?" Aragorn spoke up.
Yes indeed. You are all looking at Rosemary, the girl who is hobbit, Elf, Man, Dwarf, and wizard."
Wait a minute. I'm part of all the races of Middle-Earth?" I asked.
"Yes . . . Actually, the first to be born with all races blood in you." Gandalf simply said.
But . . . This is definitely my weirdest dream yet. I mean, you're all characters from The Lord of the Rings. I'm just a teenage girl in America. And characters don't come alive. So yeah. This must all be a dream. Middle-Earth was never real. It's just a fantasy."
Rosemary," Gandalf said, "You're in the very same place that Middle-Earth once was. The only difference is that it has a different name. The time have changed the names of races, too, not just the land. Those short people you call midgets, they're really hobbits and Dwarfs. You all think you're the race of Men. But hidden among you, wizard and Elves are still very much alive, whether they know it or not."
I had no idea what to think. I was still a little confused with what was going on.
Why are you here though? Why did this happen? Where are my friends? What about everyone else in America?"
If you want your friends and family back, Rosemary, you're going to have to travel to the modern-day Mordor. It is probable that it will be a very well known city these days." Gandalf said.
I took a deep breath and thought about this. I really wanted everyone back. And Gandalf's way of doing so was probably the only way of getting them back, whether I wanted to do it or not. "Will you all accompany me on this?"
Of course." Gandalf said.
"You have my axe." Gimli answered.
"You have my bow." Legolas added.
"You have my sword." Aragorn put in.
"Well, I don't know if they'll do any good, but you have our short swords." Pippin piped in, making me smile.
"Thank you guys. I think the most known place in America would be Hollywood and that's in Los Angeles, California. It's pretty mixed up in sin, so I think it would make sense for that to be present-day Mordor, too. The only problem is that it's clear across the country. I have no idea how to get there." I told them.
"Does your time no longer have maps?" Aragorn asked.
"Yes, we have maps, but I'm not sure where I could find a map to get us to Los Angeles. Wait . . . Oh, nevermind, I can just use Google maps! I can get us from here to my house so that we can use the computer there." I said and I knew that none of them had the slightest clue as to what I was talking about.