A/N: I am in this story apparently as Frodo's surrogate sister, having been sucked from the 21st century into the 3rd Age, joining in the journey to Mordor.

Chapter 1: Thrown into another world

I was lying face down on my bed with my phone, skimming through the new stories wattpad had recommended until I found a particularly interesting fanfic on lord of the rings. Probably the best I've ever read.

I read and read and read until I got to the point where I eventually said, "I wish I had gone on the road to Mordor with everyone. It's like they're leaving me behind."

Suddenly, the whole room shook, I was thrown off my bunk onto the floor, which had tiles. "Ow..." I mumbled, grabbing my hip and watched frightened as my world started spinning in a mix of rainbow colours.

Spinning, spinning, spinning...

It stopped.

I slowly got to my feet, rubbing my ankle where it had hit solid ground. "What...?" I appeared to be in some sort of weird city. Old fashioned. I had lost my boots in the chaos, and was barefoot in the strange world, my hair messy. I touched my nose. My glasses weren't there and I could still see! What a miracle! I always wanted it to happen like this! No more spectacles for the rest of my life!

I had landed near a river. I happened to see my reflection and gasped! I looked completely different! My hair was long and brown, curly at the tips and I was fairer, with matching hazel eyes and in a simple orange dress that came to my knees.

I decided to go for a walk, and became more and more puzzled at how weird the people there looked. Almost like...hobbits! Oh my god! I just remembered my wish a few seconds ago! Oh wow...I didn't know what to do...

"Hi." said a familiar voice.

I turned around and saw a young Frodo Baggins looking back at me innocently. "Want to play?"

I laughed lightly, he sounded so adorable. "Sure, what do you want to play?"

"Hide and Seek!" he cried. "Okay." I agreed.

"But first you have to meet my best friend Merry!" he began dragging me away.

'Does he have any idea I'm a stranger?' was my thought as we came to Brandy Hall. A much younger hobbit child with reddish-gold curls and bright brown eyes beamed at Frodo.

"Frodo! You're back!" he exclaimed hugging him. I felt kind of awkward. "Who is this?" Merry pointed at me.

"Wendy." I said quickly. For some reason I had forgotten my last name.

"You look like a big person." Merry said in awe.

"Thank you, Merry. How old are you?"

"I am 9 years old, almost as big as Frodo, you know! Don't treat me like a babe!" Merry frowned.

"If you don't want me to, I won't." I replied. "What about you Frodo?"

"I'm 13." he said. "But what about you?"

"Fourteen." I smiled at their faces.

"We should all be best friends forever! So we should know everything about each other!"

"Merry's right." I considered. "How about we talk to your parents and go somewhere to just relax and talk?"

"Yes!" Merry shouted.

"Then it's settled." I said as we went to the dining room where Merry's mom was making food.