I was hiking in the mountains of the state of Oregon. It was a cloudy cold day, but I was with one of my friends named Isaiah. He was about 5' 11 with black hair and a stocky build as I was 6 foot and had straight blonde hair. We came around a bend, but something caught my eye, in fact, it was a great, big red eye. "What the heck is that!" screeched Isaiah
"How am I spose' to know!" I yelled back.
"Join me Isaiah, I know you hate him," boomed a malicious voice with a rasp.
"What!"
"Follow me, I will teach you." It repeated.
Isaiah walked into the red eye, much to my dismay, but when he did a blue light enveloped me.
"My son do not worry for you still can redeem your friend." It was a heavenly voice but it calmed me and made me forget the red eye of whatever that was.
"Who are you?" I questioned
"You will learn, but when you arrive in Arda find Gandalf the Grey. Farewell my son."
"Wait, waaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiii-!"
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If any hobbits looked out their window that night, they would have seen a man with blonde hair, and a sword with the emblem of three triangles land with a thud on the ground
