Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the Hobbit or anything involving The Lord of the Rings. For they belong to their rightful creator and owner J.R.R .Tolkien
I only own my OC's and the plot for this story.
Warning: Charachers might be OOC, but I will be trying my hardest for this not to happen but it might. Believe me, I will be trying my hardest to keep the Characters true to their personalities. I also do not know a lot about this series since I have not read the books. Yes, I've seen the movies but I've not seen them in some time so my memory is not so good. Anyways a friend of mine really wanted me to try writing a Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings story. So I thought I'll give it a try. Also please note that my Spelling and Grammar are still terrible. I'm trying my hardest to fix this, since they never been my best subjects but no one is perfect. So you been warned.
Rated M. Reason for this is due to the fact I wish to be very careful. There will be violence, very strong langue such as swearing, crude humor, Possible character deaths, mensions of neglect, sorrow, mensions of depression and might have some dark disturbing themes to the story.
Summary: A birthday wish gone horribly wrong and a girl from our world ends up in Middle Earth, with no clue how the story unfolds since she never read or seen the movies. She always knew having a boy's name especially a name which means dragon was a bad thing, especially since she's been deaged to that of a five year old child. To make matters worst, she has to now travel with a group of people just to destroy some ring while trying to stay alive. It's not by choice, since the old wizard is most likely the only person who knows how to send her home. When the time comes, will she stay or will she return to her own world? Also maybe she should have paid a little more attention when they say, be careful what you wish for.
Please Read, Review, and I hope you like the story.
Birthdays were suppose to be happy, fun and joyful events. A time for family and friends to celebrate one's birth. However this was not the case for most people. For twenty one year old Draco Catherine Sretaw, she only saw Birthdays as a bad omen. Since the day she had been born, Death had always followed her. It had claimed the life of her mother, the very day she had been born. Her mother had died after calling her Draco, before any of the doctors could even tell her that she had given birth to a daughter. Her mother died rather suddenly without ever knowing if she had a son or a daughter, because of this her father had chosen to give her the name that her mother had been determined to give her. An event that would set things off in a negative light. True her kind hearted father never once blamed her for her mother's untimely death. Since these events happen and it did not help matters much that her mother had been very sick and due to her illness it had caused complications that could not be helped.
However every year on her Birthday or near the the day of her birth. Death had always claimed the life of someone she cared for, and people often told her these events were just weird coincidences or bad timing. They would also try and convince her that the deaths were no way her fault. She never believe them and often saw herself as a curse or a mistake. In fact she had chosen to isolate her self from others in order to protect herself at rather young age after loosing so many of her friends to strange incidents besides having family members dying on her as well.
True this was in not a healthy way to live. However she believed it was for the best especially if she didn't want to be hurt emotionally again when she loss another loved one. Call her cruel, cold hearted or selfish but she was just doing what she believed was best. If only the same could be done or said for her family to isolate them from her life. They just didn't understand and she had no idea how to exsplain it to them. She was just thankful that her family never tried to force her to make friends but she could tell they were deeply troubled and concerned at how anti social she was around others. A few times she would hear her father speaking with his parents in hopes to try and make sense of all this. They kept reassuring her father that it could be just a phase she was going through and would eventually grow out of it. Sadly it was not the case. In fact it seemed to only grow worst over time.
True she always felt guilty or bad for making her family worry so much. However she was just so sick of losing those she cared about. She had lost way too many friends as well as family members over the years. This year would be no different she would loose another loved one. Truthfully she just wanted this day to be over and done with. She was pulled briefly from her troubling thoughts when her father had dropped by earlier that morning to wish her Happy Birthday and spend some time with his only child before he had to go to work. She had been rather out of during the visit and had unconsciously tuned everything out around her. She had hugged her dad goodbye before had left her house. Even though she wished she could have stopped him from going in to work on this day. However she knew her father needed to work so he could pay his bills and other reasons.
Draco was a Caucasian, roughly five foot six in height, and she had a slender, healthy, athletic looking appearance to her. She had natural dark brown hair that appeared to turn into a much lighter brown color near the ends of her hair and had natural bright golden amber color eyes. She always kept her hair in the same style as Cheshire's from the anime called Pandora Hearts. She never really been a girlly girl type of person and she absoultly hated dresses and skirts with a passion.
She sat there silently in her kitchen as she wore her black hooded shirt that had long kimono style sleeves to it, black jeans and black shoes. She sat there waiting quietly for the dreaded phone call to come in, to tell her that she lost another loved one. Soon as turned eighteen she had moved out and gotten her own place. In hopes that distancing herself from her family would protect them, but it made no difference the deaths still happened on her Birthday and near her Birthday. She felt like she counting down the minutes before the fatal blow to her already damaged heart.
She was soon pulled from her thoughts just as her cellphone began going off. She very slowly glanced down at the caller id. It was from the hospital. There was no surprise in her eyes or even on her face. She knew when she answered the phone call her broken heart was going to shatter even more so. Closing her eyes as she braced herself for the devastating news as she answered it.
"Hello?" She asked softly. Her voice sounded flat and devoid of any emotion.
"Is this Draco Catherine Sretaw?" The caller asked sounding a little unsure how to say her name or respond to such a lifeless sounding voice.
"It is." She said as she tightened her grip slightly on her cell phone as she braced herself.
"We are sorry to you this but your father, Liam Haynes Sretaw has passed away from a sudden heart attack on his way to work." The caller said causing Draco to feel her broken heart shatter even more so. However Draco remained calm as she finished talking with the hospital, before she called the funeral home to make final arangements and other calls that needed to be delt with. She hesistated when called her Grandfather. Her Grandfather answered and when Draco told him of his son's untimely passing. Just last year his wife, her grandmother had passed away. Her grandfather said absoultly nothing to her as he only hung up the phone on her.
Draco sadly looked at her cell phone as tried calling back a few times but each time she was hung up on until her grandfather shouted the words, "I have no granddaughter, so stop calling me you dmonic brat of death and misfortune!" before the loud click sound of the phone being slammed down was heard. It had been the final straw or nail in coffin. Her grandfather no longer wanted anything to do with her. Now she was truly all alone.
She stood up and headed into the livingroom. She paused when she noticed a package sitting on her desk with a small birthday cake. A white cake with emerald green icing around the edges that looked like leaves and vines covered the cake. In the center of the cake was one lonely candle with the green gel writing that read 'Happy Birthday Draco, make a wish' neatly written on the cake. True earlier in the morning her father had dropped by like he always did before going to work, he had wished her a happy birthday. She kept asking him to stop celebrating her birthday over the years but he never listened. She had been so lost in thought earlier when he had dropped by that she never even noticed that he had given her a present and a cake.
Regret, remorse and guilt ate away at her soul. If only she could turn back time and at least thank him for the kind act. However what was in the past would remain there forever in stone. It could not be changed. She slowly walked over to the desk as she picked up the package. She than opened it. Inside was a set of books and a complete series of dvds known as The hobbit and the lord of the rings series by J.R.R. Tolkien. A note rested on top of the books. She picked up the note to read it. Happy Birthday my little dragon pup, I hope you will enjoy the books and the movies. I will always love you. Love Dad. Also don't forget to make a wish on the candle, you always had a habbit of not doing that.
Draco never once read the seires or even seen the movies before. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked at her birthday cake. Maybe just to grant her father's last request she would just this once make a wish. She had no idea what to wish for, though. Nothing can bring back the dead or reverse time. Also in her opion wishes as well as dreams never come true or else she would have been free of death and heart ache years ago. Glancing at the books and the movies she decided to make a childish wish as she lit the candle on the cake.
"I wish I was in the lord of the rings." She said without really thinking just seconds before blowing out the candle. Once the candle went out, the lights in her house flickered on and off a few times. The house seemed to tremble for a brief second which startled her. Suddenly shadows seemed to move unnaturally in the quiet house. A drak heavy feeling soon settled within the house. She dully noticed that outside had turned positively black, as a heavy down pour of freezing rain came down just as lightning flash and thunder rumbled loudly. "Okay...that was rather creepy." She softly under her breath. "It's the middle of winter and there is a thunderstorm going on outside." she noted softly.
"Be careful what you wish for. Even though it's curious how you a human, have been given the name Draco which is another word for Dragon." A low hiss of a whispear was heared loudly making Draco jump and spin around. The voice was clearly male, it sounded like it was speaking with light growls and hisses with in its voice as it spoke. However there was nothing there but Draco could sense something was in the very room with her.
"Whose there? Show yourself now!" She demanded as she spun around frantically trying to locate the intruder in her house.
"Draco...enjoy a second chance...Just remember this is what you wished for." The voice said making Draco turn just in time to see the ghostly image of a very large dragon satrring right at her. It had an evil exspression on it's face as it stared right at her. If she seen the movies or at least read the books she would have reconised that this ghostly creature was non other than Smaug. Before she could scream or do anything the ghostly image than lundged foreward with it's jaws wide open. Draco knew nothing more as her world went completely black.
She slowly began to stir after god knows how long she been out cold for. A warm hand was gently shaking her a bit. With a groan escaped her lips as her eyes very slowly opened as she came face to face with some elderly man dressed in grey robes, and a matching grey hat. He was holding a strange staff or was it a large walking stick? She didn't know. In a weird way he almost reminded her of Albus Dumbledore from the Harry Potter series. She clearly was no longer in her house but in the middle of a forest on some kind of dirt road. She was very confused to see it was either late spring or early summer now. She than noticed a horse and cart pulling what appeared to be fireworks. A small river was flowing near by as well.
"What is a young child like yourself laying in the middle of road sleeping?" He asked her as he stared at her.
"I'm not a child!" Draco snapped at him as she sat up slowly. Her body felt heavy and sore. Only to make a horrifying discovery that her voice sounded rather childish, that everything around her seemed much bigger than it should have been. Thankfully her clothes still fit her or this would have been very awkward. The old man satred at her for a few minutes, He silently noticed that her clothes were strange and showed she was not from around these parts. Also the child gave off a unsual aura or light about her. It was in no way evil feeling but it was rather dark for someone so young. Also her eyes revealed a haunted look in them. A look no child should possess.
"What is your name and where are you from?" He asked her in a very serious tone.
"My fully name is Draco Catherine Sretaw, and I am from Vermont." She spoke as she glared up at him.
"Unsual name for a young girl." He said softly as he stared at her. He ignored where she was from, for a moment as a slow realization sank in.
"Trust me when I say, it really wasn't my choice to be named another word for a Dragon. Let alone having a boy's name." She grumbled bitterly as she slowly stood up.
"How old are you?" He asked her suddenly.
"Why do you want to know?" She growled at him with narrowed eyes.
"Please just answer my question." He said as he stared at her.
"Twenty one." She said calmly. The old man gave a small smile as his suspicions had been proven correct.
"I'm afraid to tell you this Draco, but you are no longer in your world but in another called Middle Earth. It also appears that you went from a twenty one year old, straight to that of a five year old child." The old man said.
"What are you talking about?" She asked him. The old man than pointed to the river.
"Go take a look at your reflection, and you will see what I mean." He said calmly. Draco gave him a strange look as she walked over to the river. Starring back at her was not her twenty one year old self but that of her five year old self. She did the only logical thing that anyone in her position would do. She screamed. Birds took to the air in fright from her scream as she broke the thick silence that had been around them. "Now, now calm down it's not that bad." He said with an amused smile as she snapped her head towards him. She have him a glare that promised a very slow and painful death.
"Not that bad? Not that bad!" She hissed in rage as she felt her hair bristle in rage. "Look at me, I'm a fricken kid again! How do I even reverse this!?" She demanded as she glared at him. If looks could kill the old man would have already been dead by now.
"I'm starting to see why you were named after a dragon. You have the firey temper as one and the charming personality as one." He said calmly as he stared at her.
"So I'm anti social, give me a break. No one is perfect." She spat back at him as she growled in rage. The old man had to hold back a laugh, the way she was growling at him like that of a baby dragon. Especially if the baby dragon had felt insulted and now simply pouting. Her name fit her perfectly. Even if it was usually a boy's name.
"Now as I was saying, you are not from this world but in another one. I fear you were pulled into this one for a reason and have been deaged as well for that reason. I need you to tell me, everything about what happened to you before I found you here." Gandalf said.
"Who are you?" She asked him as she stare at him in confusion and a hint of frustration combined.
"I go by many names. However I am called Gandalf. I'm also a wizard." He said.
"Lovely...I'm trapped in another world with a insane old man." She said with a flat exspression as she stared at him. "Also there is no such thing as magic."
"I take it magic in your world does not exist?" Gandalf asked her calmly with a look of amusement on his face.
"Just cheep illusions, card tricks and slight of hand which we call magic. I know a few slight of hand tricks but I don't call it magic." She answered truthfully.
"Draco, I understand your confused, frustrated maybe even scared-"
"More pissed off than scared." she corrected him coldly as she stared at him with a dark look. Part of her knew she was being rather rude to the old man, and had been taught way better than this but at the very moment she really didn't care. She was pissed, no livid would be more accurate.
"Just answer my question." He said sighing.
"Fine." Draco grumbled before she slowly went over the events with Gandalf. She basically gave him a smaller version of her life story. Gandalf listened quietly to her tale. When she was done Gandalf gave her a sad look before he suddenly reached out and ruffled her hair. She growled loudly as she glared up at him. She did not like human contact all that much and was very tempted to bite his hand. Seeing her dark look and the fact he had felt her recoil at his touch, he moved his hand quickly away from her soft hair.
"I'm sorry for your loss...and happy-"
"Say the B-day word and I will not hesitate to break your staff in a few pieces. Also my B-day is in winter. It's not winter so it's not that dreadful day." She hissed at him in warning.
"You would rob an old man of his walking stick?" He asked her as he raised an eye brow at her.
"You say you're a wizard and that you can use magic. So you can just make a new one easily." She said flatly as she stared at him with a blank look. Gandalf only chuckled at her.
"I have no doubt that you would break my staff, if given the chance. Come Draco, or we will be late for a party." He said calmly with a smile.
"Party?" She asked him in disbelief.
"Yes. Now come." he said grinning as he walked towards his wagon.
"Wait, why should I even go with you?" She asked him as she unconsciously began following him.
"Because my dear, I might be the only person able to figure out how to send you home and why you were brought here. Also it would not be right for me to leave a denfeseless child in the middle of no where, especially when she is not use to this world, has no where to go or even know of the dangers that lerk in shadows in this world." He said. "However I must ask you, not to tell anyone your real age or even tell them your not from Middle Earth."
"I don't think anyone would believe me if I tried, so there is no problem there." She grumbled bitterly as she followed him to the wagon. They than got on the wagon as they started out on their journey. After a few minutes off silence she decided to ask a question that all children ask. "So where are we going?" she asked him.
"To the Shire to meet an old friend of mine." Gandalf said.
"Another wizard?" she asked him.
"No...He's a Hobbit." Gandalf said as he confused her completely.
"What the hell is a Hobbit?!" She asked in confusion making Gandalf laugh.
"You have much to learn and watch your language it's rather unlady like." He said as he quickly moved his staff away from her before she could really carry out her threat to break it. She sat there glaring at him as she growled low under her breath. "You also might want to start-"
"I hate dresses and skirts. If you so much as try to force me to wear one, I swear to you that I really will break your staff and than burn the pieces." She snarled at him.
"You are a rather hostile child." Gandalf said.
"Tch...you have no idea just how bloody thirsty I can actually be." She said coldly.
"I can imagine...the years of loneliness and isolation can lead one down a path of complete darkness and self destruction. It exsplains why your aura is so dark." He said as he stared at her.
"Sometimes being in darkness can protect and conceal you better than being in the light." Draco said softly. Gandalf said nothing to her response as they continued their journey. Draco sat there in complete silence as she took in the peaceful landscape around her.
To Be Continued...