A/N: hahaha, RSJ's cousin meets Frodo Baggins somehow transported to his
future, our present. Inspired after a Brio cover, seeing the movie and a
Miss Angie song on the radio. My insanity comes to any readers.
"Angela May James!" The curly dark haired teen smiled, and reigned her horse in. "Yes mother?" The graying replica of her daughter frowned at her carefree daughter. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" Angela closed her eyes, and tilted her head up. "Sometime after midnight?" she guessed, reluctantly coming out of her memories. Her mother threw her arms into the house. "That's it! Fall into a time warp, for all I care!" Angela giggled. "Mothers. The same the world round."
Across the field, a teen-age boy awoke several feet underground. Some horses thudded above his head. He can't feel his feet, and when he looks down, he realizes they've grown several feet. He shrieks. "I'm a giant!"
Halfway around it, Angela stops. "Oh. 3 A. M. I should go to bed, get at least 3 hours of sleep." Angela sighs, and heads her black mare for home. "Come on, Nightling. We're both getting tired, and you've known it longer than I have." Angela smiled, Wake Up Call by Relient K running through her head. "But I'm 12 hours off."
Frodo Baggins sat up, and looked at his feet. No hair. He next stood. He towered, nearly as tall as Strider had. "It's actually happened. I am now a human. But why? How?" Unfortunately for Frodo, there was no one to answer his questions.
Angela had stabled Nightling, and now stumbled into bed; two and half-hours after her mother had asked her to. "Tomorrow," she yawned, "I'll sleep through first period. Nothing interesting in homeroom, maybe that, too." Angela trailed off, already half-asleep.
At 9 am, Frodo had managed to get into a troubled sleep. He had emerged near large buildings, and had entered the first one. Lots of creatures like him shoved him around, until he fled into a doorway. People stared at him. A tall woman stared at him. "Are you a new student? Tell me, what is your name?"
Frodo looked nervously around. "F-ff-rodo!" The woman smiled at him. "Angela? Would you please go talk to our new student?" Angela nodded, smiling brightly. Frodo noticed she seemed half awake.
"Well. Did you say your name was Frodo?" Frodo nodded, not trusting his voice. "Nice to meet you. Do you have a last name?" Frodo nodded. "Baggins. Frodo Baggins." Angela smiled. "Like I said, nice to meet you." Frodo grinned. "So where are you from?" Frodo tentatively said, "The shire? Could you tell me where I am?" Angela laughed. "In the big- little city of Portland. Which shire do you come from?" Frodo looked confused. "The shire?" Angela smiled. "How'd you get here?" Frodo remembered the end of the ring, and getting back home, and falling asleep. "I kind of woke up in this wooden box under ground." Angela's face paled. "You were dead?" she whispered. Frodo shook his head impatiently. "Hobbits live underground. I was in someone's home. I woke up, and the other hobbit wasn't there. I got out, and saw this building, so I came in." Angela grabbed his hand. "Come with me, and don't say a thing."
Angela rushed into the room. "Ms. Jou? Frodo here needs a ride home. He just woke up and came inside. I need to take him home." Ms. Jou nodded. "You'll have to make up your school work." Angela nodded distractedly, and pulled Frodo out the door.
At her locker, she took off her shoes, and handed Frodo her socks. "why don't you have shoes on?" Frodo smiled. "Hobbits feet are their shoes." Angela shook her head. "We've got to get you some real clothes."
An hour later, they walked out of the mall, and Frodo looked more like an average American teen. "There. Now we have some clothes. What schooling do you have?" Frodo looked at her. "I know a little elvish, and the basic human language. Why?" Angela was laughing. "What had happened when you fell asleep?" Frodo explained about getting his uncle's ring, and having to destroy it. He cut it very short, down to three hours, while they walked to Angela's house.
"That's an interesting story. So you're from ancient history, turned from a midget adult to a human teen. This ought to be fun."
"Angela May James!" The curly dark haired teen smiled, and reigned her horse in. "Yes mother?" The graying replica of her daughter frowned at her carefree daughter. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" Angela closed her eyes, and tilted her head up. "Sometime after midnight?" she guessed, reluctantly coming out of her memories. Her mother threw her arms into the house. "That's it! Fall into a time warp, for all I care!" Angela giggled. "Mothers. The same the world round."
Across the field, a teen-age boy awoke several feet underground. Some horses thudded above his head. He can't feel his feet, and when he looks down, he realizes they've grown several feet. He shrieks. "I'm a giant!"
Halfway around it, Angela stops. "Oh. 3 A. M. I should go to bed, get at least 3 hours of sleep." Angela sighs, and heads her black mare for home. "Come on, Nightling. We're both getting tired, and you've known it longer than I have." Angela smiled, Wake Up Call by Relient K running through her head. "But I'm 12 hours off."
Frodo Baggins sat up, and looked at his feet. No hair. He next stood. He towered, nearly as tall as Strider had. "It's actually happened. I am now a human. But why? How?" Unfortunately for Frodo, there was no one to answer his questions.
Angela had stabled Nightling, and now stumbled into bed; two and half-hours after her mother had asked her to. "Tomorrow," she yawned, "I'll sleep through first period. Nothing interesting in homeroom, maybe that, too." Angela trailed off, already half-asleep.
At 9 am, Frodo had managed to get into a troubled sleep. He had emerged near large buildings, and had entered the first one. Lots of creatures like him shoved him around, until he fled into a doorway. People stared at him. A tall woman stared at him. "Are you a new student? Tell me, what is your name?"
Frodo looked nervously around. "F-ff-rodo!" The woman smiled at him. "Angela? Would you please go talk to our new student?" Angela nodded, smiling brightly. Frodo noticed she seemed half awake.
"Well. Did you say your name was Frodo?" Frodo nodded, not trusting his voice. "Nice to meet you. Do you have a last name?" Frodo nodded. "Baggins. Frodo Baggins." Angela smiled. "Like I said, nice to meet you." Frodo grinned. "So where are you from?" Frodo tentatively said, "The shire? Could you tell me where I am?" Angela laughed. "In the big- little city of Portland. Which shire do you come from?" Frodo looked confused. "The shire?" Angela smiled. "How'd you get here?" Frodo remembered the end of the ring, and getting back home, and falling asleep. "I kind of woke up in this wooden box under ground." Angela's face paled. "You were dead?" she whispered. Frodo shook his head impatiently. "Hobbits live underground. I was in someone's home. I woke up, and the other hobbit wasn't there. I got out, and saw this building, so I came in." Angela grabbed his hand. "Come with me, and don't say a thing."
Angela rushed into the room. "Ms. Jou? Frodo here needs a ride home. He just woke up and came inside. I need to take him home." Ms. Jou nodded. "You'll have to make up your school work." Angela nodded distractedly, and pulled Frodo out the door.
At her locker, she took off her shoes, and handed Frodo her socks. "why don't you have shoes on?" Frodo smiled. "Hobbits feet are their shoes." Angela shook her head. "We've got to get you some real clothes."
An hour later, they walked out of the mall, and Frodo looked more like an average American teen. "There. Now we have some clothes. What schooling do you have?" Frodo looked at her. "I know a little elvish, and the basic human language. Why?" Angela was laughing. "What had happened when you fell asleep?" Frodo explained about getting his uncle's ring, and having to destroy it. He cut it very short, down to three hours, while they walked to Angela's house.
"That's an interesting story. So you're from ancient history, turned from a midget adult to a human teen. This ought to be fun."