Disclaimer: As always, I don't own any of Mr. Genius-pants Tolkien's
characters or creations. I own Violet, and whatever other original
characters I come up with. I tried to take my history and characters from
the book and it's indexes, so bear with me if I get something wrong - I
didn't mean to. And if I stray from the story, again, I'm sorry, or I meant
to for the sake of plot development. I haven't read the volumes of history
and anthologies, only the trilogy, so forgive some of my ignorances and
errors.
I'm sure this idea has been done before, but oh well - DEAL WITH IT!! I felt like writing this, so I did. Please read and review, tell me what you like and don't, if it's good or not. (Cookies given to all reviewers!) And if you get really interested [bored], read my other story. ( thankies!
Journey to the Past
Chapter 1
Violet sat at the table, staring at her birthday cake. She laughed as her friends tried their hardest to croon out the 'birthday song' with miserable results. They finished with a big cheer, and Violet clapped for their effort. "C'mon, blow out the candles!! I want some cake!" her best friend Rosalyn shouted. Violet thought long and hard about her wish, what she wanted most in the world. She looked at her friends around her, her foster parents, the table of meager, though heartfelt presents, and knew what she wanted. Violet was an orphan from about age 8. The few memories she had of her real parents and life before had started to blur and fade away. All she knew was that to protect her, her parents had hidden Violet, then run off. A kind old man had found her in a meadow one day, and taken her to a policeman; the normal red tape-foster home routine followed. Violet was shuffled from home to home; she never really felt happy or content with any of her families, but at least the Hobsons were kind to her, and tried their best to treat her like a real daughter; they had even adopted her. Yes, this was the closest to happy she'd ever been - she had just graduated from a great college, getting a degree in literature and music for her career, she had a decent "family", she had great friends. But something was missing. As wonderful as things were now, Violet still felt like she didn't belong here. So that was what she wished for - to find a place, and people, where she belonged. She took a deep breath, held her wish in her heart, and blew out all her candles in hope. The rest of the evening rushed by, presents were opened, everyone danced and had a great time. Violet even danced with Freddie Wiggins, the quiet boy she had known and been friends with - and held a secret crush on - the past 8 years she had lived with the Hobsons. Eventually, it got late, and everyone left except Rosalyn, Winnie, and Eve, Violet's other best friends, who were spending the night in classic, adolescent slumber party fashion.
The girls watched their favorite movie, Lord of the Rings (each of the girls had a favorite guy she liked watching "in action"), eating popcorn and giggling. "Man, Faramir is so.hot!!" Winnie screamed, receiving a pillow to the face from Eve. "Yeah right, Aragorn could kick his ass anytime! He IS the king of Gondor, after all!" Eve exclaimed, melting off the bed onto the floor, and into Rosalyn's lap. "Well, I think Sam is so sweet and so cute! He's the perfect gentleman, and the cutest hobbit to boot!" Rosalyn said, smiling at the screen. "Talk about cute and hobbits - no one beats Frodo in that category!" Violet piped up from the nail polish she was applying. They argued about who was the cutest, the bravest, the most amazing all throughout the movie. Then, as they were getting ready for bed, Rosalyn asked her 'the question.' "What'd you wish for, Vi?" "If I told you, Rosie, then I wouldn't get my wish, now would I?" The reply seemed to satisfy Rosalyn, and everyone finally settled down and went to bed. Tomorrow Violet was leaving to pursue a career. She had enjoyed her last night with 'family' and friends, but as she lie in bed, trying to calm her fears and doubts, she thought about her wish. 'How great this is going to be. Maybe this will be my answer to my prayers, my wish come true, maybe I will finally find a place where I belong' she thought to herself and she finally nodded off into dreamless sleep.
The next morning, Violet woke, tearfully said goodbye to her friends, promising to keep in touch. She showered, dressed, helped her dad pack the car, and did a final check around the house. She mentally said goodbye to her pictures, her fond memories and happy moments she had shared there. She went downstairs and joined her parents in the car, and began the long trip to her new apartment and her new life. After hours of unloading and organizing, the small dreary apartment was somewhat livable. Violet thanked her parents, hugged and kissed them goodbye, then set to work on unpacking. She spent a couple hours arranging her dishes, sheets, clothes - the necessities for life tomorrow, called her friends to tell them she was settled in, ate some pizza she had ordered, and climbed into bed, completely exhausted. She reached over to turn out her bedside lamp, and looked at the picture on her nightstand. It was a group shot taken last night at the party; everyone was smiling and laughing, everyone except Violet. In the picture Violet looked content, relaxed, moderately happy, but she wasn't bursting with joy and excitement like her friends. She knew she loved them all, but it was good to be free; free to explore herself, free to have adventures, free to find out who she was, and her place in this world. Today had been a big step, but tomorrow would be the leap into the great unknown. Violet didn't know if she was ready, but she was ready to give it a try. These thoughts all ran through her head as she succumbed to welcome rest.
When Violet woke, the first thing she noticed was the bright sunlight, and the smell of grass and flowers. She looked around her in a panic. This was definitely not her apartment. Hell, this wasn't even the city. Violet was sitting beneath a large oak tree on the top of a hill, overlooking a meadow. Violet pinched herself, then screamed, confirming that this was real, not some bizarre dream. She checked around her, found a leather satchel full of basic supplies, some food, a small knife, some rope, a couple blankets, average journeying needs. She assumed the satchel was hers, and seeing no one around, placed in on her back, stood up, and began walking, in search of some answers. She found a dirt road, and followed it a few miles until she saw a house, built into the side of a hill. Violet was examining the house when two young boys ran up to her. "Who are you?" one little boy with shoulder-length curly brown hair asked. "My name is Violet Hobson, what's yours?" she replied. "Everyone calls me Nibs. This is my brother" he replied, pointing to the older boy with him. "My name is Wilcome Cotton, but everyone calls me Jolly." "Good to meet you," Violet smiled, shaking both their hands. "Can either of you tell me where I am? I seem to be lost?" she asked, thinking that was the world's biggest understatement. Lost and on an acid trip, maybe. But the odd thing wasn't the place she was in, or her two young guides, it was the feeling that she had been here before. Violet didn't understand it, but somehow she felt more at ease in this place than any other place she had ever been. She shook her head, trying to clear the bizarre thoughts that were now running through it; thoughts of children at play, swimming in streams in summer, things she seemed to.remember. 'That's crazy,' she thought 'I've never been here before. I don't even know where here is.' Nibs and Jolly laughed. "That's a good one. You're in the Shire. But wait - I've never seen you before," Jolly said. "Hobson, you said? I don't know of any hobbit families by that name." 'Did he just say hobbit?' Violet asked herself. This was getting weirder and weirder. She started to pull out her wallet and ask the boys to direct her back towards the city, her home, when she realized, or..knew, she didn't have a wallet, only a pouch of coins. 'Shit. So I got mugged?' As she was checking the satchel, she caught a glimpse of her clothes. She had navy Capri-like pants on, just as when she went to bed, and a long white shirt, but she wasn't wearing any shoes. And as she examined her larger, and hairier feet, she caught a mass of red curls swing over her shoulder. She felt her head, sure enough - curly hair, about shoulder-length. Violet's hair had been red and shoulder-length when she "left" home, but it had been straight as a nail, nothing could curl it. Things were definitely up, and Violet knew she had to get to the bottom of this soon. She realized in her moments of revelry, the two boys were staring at her, probably wondering why she was acting so strange. "I'm sorry, it's just.did you say hobbits?" she finally spoke. "Yes, I did. Hobbits. Folk like us, and you. We live in the Shire, no one else except the hobbits." "And you think I am a hobbit?" she asked. Violet knew some people got way into Tolkien and all this, to the point of lunacy. Right now she needed help to get out of here, to get home, not two loony space cadets, playing make believe. "Well, you got feet like a hobbit, you have hair and ears like a hobbit, you're dressed like a hobbit, you're the size of a hobbit," Nibs pointed out, pleased with his observations. True, when you looked at it that way, she did meet the "criteria" of a hobbit, from what she knew about them from the books - which wasn't much; she looked like a hobbit, from appearance and dress and height (violet had always hated being short, but now it might not be so bad). Violet decided the best thing would be to play along, and hopefully find a sane person around here first chance she got. "Okay, I am a hobbit then. I'll bet you two know a lot about hobbits, and the Shire, right?" "Yes'm. Lived here our whole lives," Nibs said. "Then you are the perfect guides to help me find my way back home. I woke up under that tree over there, and I don't remember where I am." "Oh, that's easy. You are not a mile from our farm. Where do you live? We can give you directions or walk with you there?" Jolly said. "I live on 5th street in Amherst, Massachusetts." "Amherst? Massachusetts?" Nibs asked, very puzzled. "Where's that? Is it near Hobbiton, or Buckland?" This was going to be tougher than Violet thought. "No, it's in the United States, please tell me we are in the United States." "We told you, you're in the Shire," Jolly replied, echoing his brother's confusion. Violet sighed. Obviously, these two weren't going to be much help. "How about taking me to your parents? They can probably tell me how to get back home. I'm sure they have a phone I can use." "A phone? What's that?" Nibs asked in excitement, obviously this girl was either a stranger or had something dreadful happen to her; either way it spelled adventure. Violet sighed, and just indicated to the boys to lead her to their home. This was going to be a long day.
What did you think? Review and let me know!
I'm sure this idea has been done before, but oh well - DEAL WITH IT!! I felt like writing this, so I did. Please read and review, tell me what you like and don't, if it's good or not. (Cookies given to all reviewers!) And if you get really interested [bored], read my other story. ( thankies!
Journey to the Past
Chapter 1
Violet sat at the table, staring at her birthday cake. She laughed as her friends tried their hardest to croon out the 'birthday song' with miserable results. They finished with a big cheer, and Violet clapped for their effort. "C'mon, blow out the candles!! I want some cake!" her best friend Rosalyn shouted. Violet thought long and hard about her wish, what she wanted most in the world. She looked at her friends around her, her foster parents, the table of meager, though heartfelt presents, and knew what she wanted. Violet was an orphan from about age 8. The few memories she had of her real parents and life before had started to blur and fade away. All she knew was that to protect her, her parents had hidden Violet, then run off. A kind old man had found her in a meadow one day, and taken her to a policeman; the normal red tape-foster home routine followed. Violet was shuffled from home to home; she never really felt happy or content with any of her families, but at least the Hobsons were kind to her, and tried their best to treat her like a real daughter; they had even adopted her. Yes, this was the closest to happy she'd ever been - she had just graduated from a great college, getting a degree in literature and music for her career, she had a decent "family", she had great friends. But something was missing. As wonderful as things were now, Violet still felt like she didn't belong here. So that was what she wished for - to find a place, and people, where she belonged. She took a deep breath, held her wish in her heart, and blew out all her candles in hope. The rest of the evening rushed by, presents were opened, everyone danced and had a great time. Violet even danced with Freddie Wiggins, the quiet boy she had known and been friends with - and held a secret crush on - the past 8 years she had lived with the Hobsons. Eventually, it got late, and everyone left except Rosalyn, Winnie, and Eve, Violet's other best friends, who were spending the night in classic, adolescent slumber party fashion.
The girls watched their favorite movie, Lord of the Rings (each of the girls had a favorite guy she liked watching "in action"), eating popcorn and giggling. "Man, Faramir is so.hot!!" Winnie screamed, receiving a pillow to the face from Eve. "Yeah right, Aragorn could kick his ass anytime! He IS the king of Gondor, after all!" Eve exclaimed, melting off the bed onto the floor, and into Rosalyn's lap. "Well, I think Sam is so sweet and so cute! He's the perfect gentleman, and the cutest hobbit to boot!" Rosalyn said, smiling at the screen. "Talk about cute and hobbits - no one beats Frodo in that category!" Violet piped up from the nail polish she was applying. They argued about who was the cutest, the bravest, the most amazing all throughout the movie. Then, as they were getting ready for bed, Rosalyn asked her 'the question.' "What'd you wish for, Vi?" "If I told you, Rosie, then I wouldn't get my wish, now would I?" The reply seemed to satisfy Rosalyn, and everyone finally settled down and went to bed. Tomorrow Violet was leaving to pursue a career. She had enjoyed her last night with 'family' and friends, but as she lie in bed, trying to calm her fears and doubts, she thought about her wish. 'How great this is going to be. Maybe this will be my answer to my prayers, my wish come true, maybe I will finally find a place where I belong' she thought to herself and she finally nodded off into dreamless sleep.
The next morning, Violet woke, tearfully said goodbye to her friends, promising to keep in touch. She showered, dressed, helped her dad pack the car, and did a final check around the house. She mentally said goodbye to her pictures, her fond memories and happy moments she had shared there. She went downstairs and joined her parents in the car, and began the long trip to her new apartment and her new life. After hours of unloading and organizing, the small dreary apartment was somewhat livable. Violet thanked her parents, hugged and kissed them goodbye, then set to work on unpacking. She spent a couple hours arranging her dishes, sheets, clothes - the necessities for life tomorrow, called her friends to tell them she was settled in, ate some pizza she had ordered, and climbed into bed, completely exhausted. She reached over to turn out her bedside lamp, and looked at the picture on her nightstand. It was a group shot taken last night at the party; everyone was smiling and laughing, everyone except Violet. In the picture Violet looked content, relaxed, moderately happy, but she wasn't bursting with joy and excitement like her friends. She knew she loved them all, but it was good to be free; free to explore herself, free to have adventures, free to find out who she was, and her place in this world. Today had been a big step, but tomorrow would be the leap into the great unknown. Violet didn't know if she was ready, but she was ready to give it a try. These thoughts all ran through her head as she succumbed to welcome rest.
When Violet woke, the first thing she noticed was the bright sunlight, and the smell of grass and flowers. She looked around her in a panic. This was definitely not her apartment. Hell, this wasn't even the city. Violet was sitting beneath a large oak tree on the top of a hill, overlooking a meadow. Violet pinched herself, then screamed, confirming that this was real, not some bizarre dream. She checked around her, found a leather satchel full of basic supplies, some food, a small knife, some rope, a couple blankets, average journeying needs. She assumed the satchel was hers, and seeing no one around, placed in on her back, stood up, and began walking, in search of some answers. She found a dirt road, and followed it a few miles until she saw a house, built into the side of a hill. Violet was examining the house when two young boys ran up to her. "Who are you?" one little boy with shoulder-length curly brown hair asked. "My name is Violet Hobson, what's yours?" she replied. "Everyone calls me Nibs. This is my brother" he replied, pointing to the older boy with him. "My name is Wilcome Cotton, but everyone calls me Jolly." "Good to meet you," Violet smiled, shaking both their hands. "Can either of you tell me where I am? I seem to be lost?" she asked, thinking that was the world's biggest understatement. Lost and on an acid trip, maybe. But the odd thing wasn't the place she was in, or her two young guides, it was the feeling that she had been here before. Violet didn't understand it, but somehow she felt more at ease in this place than any other place she had ever been. She shook her head, trying to clear the bizarre thoughts that were now running through it; thoughts of children at play, swimming in streams in summer, things she seemed to.remember. 'That's crazy,' she thought 'I've never been here before. I don't even know where here is.' Nibs and Jolly laughed. "That's a good one. You're in the Shire. But wait - I've never seen you before," Jolly said. "Hobson, you said? I don't know of any hobbit families by that name." 'Did he just say hobbit?' Violet asked herself. This was getting weirder and weirder. She started to pull out her wallet and ask the boys to direct her back towards the city, her home, when she realized, or..knew, she didn't have a wallet, only a pouch of coins. 'Shit. So I got mugged?' As she was checking the satchel, she caught a glimpse of her clothes. She had navy Capri-like pants on, just as when she went to bed, and a long white shirt, but she wasn't wearing any shoes. And as she examined her larger, and hairier feet, she caught a mass of red curls swing over her shoulder. She felt her head, sure enough - curly hair, about shoulder-length. Violet's hair had been red and shoulder-length when she "left" home, but it had been straight as a nail, nothing could curl it. Things were definitely up, and Violet knew she had to get to the bottom of this soon. She realized in her moments of revelry, the two boys were staring at her, probably wondering why she was acting so strange. "I'm sorry, it's just.did you say hobbits?" she finally spoke. "Yes, I did. Hobbits. Folk like us, and you. We live in the Shire, no one else except the hobbits." "And you think I am a hobbit?" she asked. Violet knew some people got way into Tolkien and all this, to the point of lunacy. Right now she needed help to get out of here, to get home, not two loony space cadets, playing make believe. "Well, you got feet like a hobbit, you have hair and ears like a hobbit, you're dressed like a hobbit, you're the size of a hobbit," Nibs pointed out, pleased with his observations. True, when you looked at it that way, she did meet the "criteria" of a hobbit, from what she knew about them from the books - which wasn't much; she looked like a hobbit, from appearance and dress and height (violet had always hated being short, but now it might not be so bad). Violet decided the best thing would be to play along, and hopefully find a sane person around here first chance she got. "Okay, I am a hobbit then. I'll bet you two know a lot about hobbits, and the Shire, right?" "Yes'm. Lived here our whole lives," Nibs said. "Then you are the perfect guides to help me find my way back home. I woke up under that tree over there, and I don't remember where I am." "Oh, that's easy. You are not a mile from our farm. Where do you live? We can give you directions or walk with you there?" Jolly said. "I live on 5th street in Amherst, Massachusetts." "Amherst? Massachusetts?" Nibs asked, very puzzled. "Where's that? Is it near Hobbiton, or Buckland?" This was going to be tougher than Violet thought. "No, it's in the United States, please tell me we are in the United States." "We told you, you're in the Shire," Jolly replied, echoing his brother's confusion. Violet sighed. Obviously, these two weren't going to be much help. "How about taking me to your parents? They can probably tell me how to get back home. I'm sure they have a phone I can use." "A phone? What's that?" Nibs asked in excitement, obviously this girl was either a stranger or had something dreadful happen to her; either way it spelled adventure. Violet sighed, and just indicated to the boys to lead her to their home. This was going to be a long day.
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