I was watching the Lord of The Rings films the other day and then it just popped into my head how good of a story this would be. So I'm intending to write to parts to it. This story here will be mainly focused on the Fellowship of the Ring and the next will be the events seen after by Miley and Lilly once they are split from the Fellowship. Just a little heads up for you.
As far as characters go, here's a list:
Miley: Frodo
Lilly: Sam
Robbie: Gandalf
Jackson: Merry
Matt Marshal: Pippin
Uncle Earl: Bilbo
Oliver: Aragon
Traci: Legolas
Roxy: Gimli
Rico: Gollum
Susan: Gladriel
Jake: Boromir
Miss Kunkle: Saruman
I know some may be a bit of a surprise, but I tried to fit them as best to the LOTR characters as I good. Plus I love the idea of having Roxy as Gimli haha :)
So without further ado, enjoy!
Susan's P.O.V
"I amar presten aen; han mathon ne nen,
han mathon ne chae...a han noston ned
wilith."
The world is changed; I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the air...Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.
The Lord of the Rings: Hannah Montana Style
It began with the forging of the Great Rings.
Three were given to the Elves; immortal, wisest...fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf Lords; great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And Nine...nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power.
For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived. For another ring was made.
In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a Master Ring to control all others. And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One ring to rule them all.
One by one the free lands of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some...who resisted.
A last alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Mordor. On the slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near! But the power of the ring cannot be undone. It was in this moment...when all hope had faded, that Nancy Oken, daughter of the king, took up her father's sword, and lashed out, severing the Dark Lord's finger which held the ring. Sauron, the enemy of the Free Peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated.
The Ring passed to Nancy ... who had this one chance to destroy evil forever. But the hearts of Men are easily corrupted. And the Ring of Power has a will of its own. Nancy was later ambushed by a troop of orcs and in her panic, slipped on the ring to disappear from their sight. Invisible, she fled and dived into the River Anduin. But the ring slipped from her finger, causing her to materialize. She began to grasp for it desperately as it sunk further into the water's depth. It betrayed Nancy to her death as the orcs spotted and killed her.
And some things that should not have been forgotten…were lost. Thus a Third Age of Middle Earth began. History became legend, legend became myth, and for two and a half thousand years the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until it ensnared a new bearer.
The ring passed to the creature Rico, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there it consumed him. The ring gave Rico unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind. There in the gloom of Rico's cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a Shadow in the East…whispers of a nameless fear. And the Ring of Power perceived...its time had now come. It abandoned Rico. But then something happened that the ring did not intend…
It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable…a Hobbit. Earl Stewart of the Shire. He took the ring from Rico, and took it back with him to the small, quiet town of Hobbiton. The ring underestimated the Hobbit which it considered a worthless being. However the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.
Part 1: The Fellowship of the Ring
In the quiet village of Hobbiton, Earl Stewart was sat in his home, Bag End, scribbling away in a leather bound book at his desk. The once young Hobbit, who had travelled the vast plains of Middle Earth was celebrating his one hundred and eleventh birthday, an abnormal age for most Hobbits. However what most didn't know was that it was Earl's magic ring that had kept him alive for all these years.
"The 22nd day of September in the year 1400, by Shire-reckoning. Bag End, Bagshot Row, Hobbiton, Westfarthing, The Shire, Middle Earth. The Third Age of this world." Said Earl has he dictated his words down on the paper. Maps of faraway lands were scattered across the large oak desk were Earl worked. "There and Back Again, by Earl Stewart."
He careful turned the first page, as not to smudge the ink, to reveal a fresh, untouched, new sheet. Pondering carefully, Earl scratched his stubby chin.
"Where to begin? Ah yes…" he dipped his quill in the black liquid and wrote neatly in his handwriting the title of the first chapter, 'Concerning Hobbits.'
The elderly Hobbit worked away on his book, picturing the lush scenes of the rustic settlement known as Hobbiton. The Hobbits live in burrowed holes nestled into hills, much like that of Bag End.
"Hobbits have been livin' and farmin' in the four Farthings of the Shire for many hundreds of years, quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the Big Folk. Middle-earth being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count, Hobbits must seem of little importance being neither renowned as great warriors nor counted among the very wise. A good example of that being my nephew Jackson Stewart and his friend Matthew Marshal, who thought it wise to try steal my bottle of brandy the other day whilst I was watching. Those dang boys." Earl chuckled to himself.
Suddenly there came a knock at the door. Earl, not wanting to interrupt his writing, called out to his niece, who had been living with him for the past fourteen years of her life.
"Miley! Someone at the door!"
Ignoring the continuing knocking he returned back to his book, and continued dictating.
"In fact, it has been renowned by some that Hobbits' only real passion is for food." Earl let out another laugh as he thought back to his earlier walk where he'd seen a young Hobbit faced with the decision between a kiss from his sweetheart or a muffin. No surprise to Earl, he chose the muffin.
"A rather unfair observation as we have also developed keen interest in the brewin' of ales and the smokin' of pipe weed."
Earl continued to think back to his times around the town, picturing the old with their pipes and cups of beer, sat around mumbling to each other. He also thought back to passing their gardener, Lillian Truscott, who had been admiring her flowers. Earl remembered the smile plastered on her face because of her work, before she greeted him.
"But where our hearts truly lie is peace and quiet and good, tilled earth. For all Hobbits share a love of things that grow. And, yes, no doubt, to others our ways seem quaint. But today of all days, it is brought home to me: It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life."
Finishing his sentence, Earl was frustrated to hear another knock on the door as he looked up. Where was Miley? She surely should have answered it by now.
"Miley, the door!" he yelled throughout the silent house. "Sweet niblets, where is that girl?"
Deep in the green Hobbiton woods, a pair of bare feet were resting on a small rock, rising out of the long, overgrown grass. Although it was September, it was rather warm and sunlight basked down on the figure by an old tree. The girl was sat reading a book amongst the white flowers of the well seeded grass. She had long, brown, curly hair that cascaded down her back and bright blue eyes that were deeply engrossed in the story she was reading.
In the distance, the clip clopping of a horse drawn cart could be heard as well as the deep voice of someone humming along to the tune of 'The Road Goes Ever On.'
The young brunette looked up from her book, listening to the noise, before she suddenly dashed up from her place under the tree (discarding a stem of grass from her mouth) and ran towards the cart through the long grass. She jumped over logs and dodged tree branches as she careered her way down the hill before stopping at the bank just above the dusty road.
The cart, driven by a figure, hidden by his pointy hat, came to a stop as the Hobbit approached. With a smug grin on her face and crossed arms she spoke out to the stranger.
"You're late."
"A wizard is never late, Miley Stewart," began the man, looking up to scowl at Miley, "nor is he early, he arrives when he dang means to."
Both stared at each other, neither wanting to back down. After a few seconds, Miley's lips curved up into a smile, and the wizard began to chuckle. Both broke out into a friendly laugh, as Miley leapt off the bank and climbed into the cart.
"It's wonderful to see you Robbie!" she squealed, embracing the man in a hug, who towered above the small five foot, three, Hobbit.
"You didn't think I'd miss yer Uncle Earl's birthday?"
With Miley safely next to him, Robbie started moving the cart along the road again, leaving the woods and entering the pastures which were being tended by Hobbits.
"What's new in the world? Tell me everything." Miley said, striking up conversation with the old wizard. She too had developed a curiosity of life outside the Shire, like her uncle Earl, something that was frowned upon by most Hobbits.
"What, everythin'? Yer far too eager and curious for a Hobbit. Most unnatural…well, what can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on much as it has this past age. Full of its own comings and goings, scarcely even aware of the existence of Hobbits..." Robbie trailed off, observing the farmers in the field sowing crops. "…for which I am very thankful. So how is the old rascal? I hear this is gonna be a party of magnificence."
"You know Earl; he's got the whole place in uproar."
"He'll like that."
"Half the Shire's been invited. And then the rest are turning up anyway, Earl's gonna be one busy Hobbit tonight. At least I'll be able to have fun with Lilly and you, now that you've arrived."
The two fell into a comfortable silence as the cart drew nearer to the town, going over an old stone bridge, passing the Green Dragon inn as it did. As they passed by, all the Hobbits watched on in awe at the visit of this wizard in a pointy hat. Some of the old, started gossiping, knowing exactly who he was.
"To tell you the truth, Earl's been a bit odd lately." Started Miley, looking around the village spotting Lilly tending to Mrs. Baxter's petunias. She grinned as she watched her friend work away. Robbie caught her staring at the young gardener and raised an eyebrow, causing Miley to blush. "He spends hours poring over those maps of his when he thinks I'm not looking, he's up to somethin' I know it."
Robbie shifted in his seat nervously. Now it was the brunette's turn to shoot a knowing glance at the wizard, who didn't reply.
"All right then. Keep your secrets."
"What?" spluttered Robbie, trying to keep his cool.
"But I know you have something to do with it." Pressed Miley.
"Good gracious, me."
"Before you came along, we Stewarts were very well thought of."
"Indeed?"
"Never had any adventures or did anythin' unexpected." Miley said, speaking of the time Robbie had come along and swept Earl away from the Shire, off to fight Dragons, Trolls and all sorts of other creatures unknown to Hobbits. Thus labeling Earl, and all his relatives as outsiders to most.
"If you're referrin' to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out the door."
"Whatever you did…you've been officially labeled as disturber of the peace."
"Oh really?" Robbie asked as he saw Old Man Proudfoot watching them pass by suspiciously.
The cart continued on throughout the village, and it wasn't long till a group of Hobbit children ran up to them, and started chasing and chanting at Robbie, full of excitement and energy. Robbie appeared to ignore their cries, leaving them upset and deflated as their cart continued on up the lane. Just then spinning balls of bright color leapt out of the cart, fizzing over the heads of the children who started shouting in delight. Robbie let out a guffaw at his joke and smiled at Miley. Old Man Proudfoot however didn't look so pleased and retreated back into his house muttering something about 'those Stewarts and their wizards.'
"Robbie, I'm glad you're back." Miley said, standing up as he reined the cart to a halt. She leapt out onto the soft grass and grinned.
"So am I bud, so am I." he replied, leading the horse off towards Bag End to see his old friend Earl.
The brunette made her way over back towards the fields, where she took her spot on a patch of grass and re-opened her book. Completely content with life she sighed. 'So what if Uncle Earl's acting all weird? My life is good. Robbie is back, we've got a party to go to…' she looked over to Old Man Proudfoot's garden, where Lilly was arriving to begin her job. The blonde Hobbit spotted Miley and waved, which she returned. 'Yep. Life is good.'
By the time night had fallen, the entire town came alive as all the Hobbits came out to celebrate Earl Stewart's 111th birthday party. Fireworks lit up the usually peaceful sky and exploded into a variety of shapes and objects, delighting the party-goers.
The crowds of Hobbits were all feasting and drinking on the numerous carts of wine and barrels of beer that were scattered about the place and the tables were piled high with steaming scones and cakes, as well as savouries.
Robbie Ray was entertaining the crowd as he dashed about, lighting fireworks with a blue spark emitting from his staff. Earl himself was walking around greeting everyone in a friendly fashion.
"Hello, hello, Dandruff Danny! Great to see you. Welcome!" he said with a smile on his face as hordes of people came up to wish him many happy returns.
Miley Stewart was sat at a table with Lilly, drinking glasses of wine, watching her Uncle with a smile. Turning to her friend, she saw that the blonde's dark blue eyes were focused on a handsome Hobbit with curly hair sat a few yards away from them. Miley's initial reaction was jealously, something she was shocked at. Why was she jealous of Lilly? Or rather, why was she jealous of the other Hobbit?
"Go on Lilly, ask Gabe for a dance." The brunette suggested as the band struck up a tune, getting Hobbits to their feet and onto the dance floor. Lilly looked horrified at the prospect and stood up out of her seat.
"I think I'll just go get me another drink." She stuttered, going to drain her glass.
Miley noticed her behaviour and stood up herself, snatching the glass off Lilly, before pushing her into the throng of dancers. Miley laughed as she saw Lilly's terrified face as she was swept away, before drinking the remainder of her friend's wine.
Over by Robbie's wagon of fireworks, two young Hobbits snuck carefully over. One, a boy with straight brown hair, jumped onto the back and began rummaging through the collection, before holding up a small firework to his friend.
"No, no, no...the big one...the big one!" whispered his friend, who was nervously keeping guard, not wanting the old wizard to catch them.
A few more seconds passed as the brown haired hobbit continued to look. Eventually he lifted out a huge green firework, shaped like a dragon. Both their faces lit up with a mischievous grin as they scampered away from the wagon off into the crowd, passing Earl along the way. He was busy talking to Mrs. Bracegirdle who was surrounded by her children.
"Are all these children yours?" he asked the very tired looking woman who merely nodded. "Sweet niblets you've been productive."
"EARL! EARL! EARL! WHERE ARE YOU STEWART? I KNOW YOU'RE AROUND SOMEWHERE!" yelled a familiar voice, snapping Earl out of his conversation with Mrs. Bracegirdle. He hurried over to Miley.
"It's the Dontzigs! Quickly, hide!" he said breathlessly, dragging Miley behind the wall of a tent. Albert Dontzig and his wife had been after Bag End for a while. They'd never forgiven Earl for living so old, meaning they couldn't inherit it from him.
The two Stewarts sucked in a sigh of relief as the sharp eyed pair walked straight past them. Earl rests a hand on Miley's shoulder, looking at his young niece. He began to feel guilty, knowing what he was about to do tonight would break her heart.
"You're a good girl, Miley." He began, seeing the confused look on her face. "I'm very selfish, you know. Yes, I am ... very selfish. I don't know why I took you in after your mother and father died, but it wasn't out of charity. I think ... it was because, of all my numerous relations ... you were the one Stewart that showed real spirit."
"Earl have you been at the Gaffer's home brew?"
"No. Well, yes. But that's not the point. The point is, Miley...you'll be all right." Earl lifted his mug of ale up to his mouth and took a swig as the fireworks continued to light up the sky. Miley looked at her uncle as if he'd gone crazy, before she turned her attention to a nearby tent where two hobbits could be heard arguing. Creeping closer, Miley listened in.
"You're supposed to stick it in the ground!" yelled the voice of Miley's friend and cousin, Jackson Stewart.
"It is in the ground!" replied the other, Matt Marshall.
"Outside!" instructed Jackson, who seemed to be in a bit of a panic? Miley rolled her eyes, those two were always getting into trouble, now was probably no different.
"This was your idea." retorted Matt just before a loud 'whooshing' noise sounded out as the tent blew up as the rocket set up to the sky.
Miley and others looked on in awe as the firework burst apart, forming the shape of a great, red, golden dragon! The huge beast shot fire from its nostrils as it began its descent towards the shocked Hobbits. Miley watched and noticed that Earl was oblivious of the impending danger or startled crowd. Rushing over to her uncle, she shouted to him.
"Earl, watch out for the dragon!"
"Dragon? Nonsense, there hasn't been a dragon in these parts for a thousand years…" he rambled, as the firework drew nearer.
Miley ran and tackled him to the ground, where the rest of the crowd ducked as the dragon narrowly missed their heads like a flaming express train. The whole scene would have been comical if not for the danger. Food, cups and Hobbits flew all about the place as the firework pulled up slightly, somersaulted then exploded over the hills with a deafening boom. The entire crowd began to cheer in uproar at the spectacle as Miley pulled Earl back onto his feet.
Jackson and Matt's clothes and hair were smoking as they came out from the demolished tent, clearly happy with what they'd done.
"That was good!"
"Let's get another one!"
Suddenly, the large hands of Robbie Ray clamped down on their ears. The pair howled in pain as Robbie looked down at them annoyed.
"Jackson Rod Stewart, and Matthew Marshall. I might have known!" Robbie dragged the pair over to a nearby barrel where he forced them to wash dishes in a bowl of soapy water. They both grumbled as the old wizard took a seat nearby and lit his pipe, sitting down to relax.
By now, Earl was being led up onto a make-shift stage in the centre of the town, just underneath a banner that read, 'Happy Birthday Earl.' The merry crowd where clapping and chanting in unison at him.
"Speech! Speech! Speech!" yelled Miley as she watched her beloved uncle with a smile. Earl bowed in graditude at the crowd who become silent as he began.
"My dear Stewarts and Marshalls. Truscotts and Suaves…Dontzigs, Dewits, Lamotiis, Addisons, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots! Today is my one hundred and eleventh birthday. I am eleventy-one today! Yes, and alas ... Eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable Hobbits!"
The crowd cheered again for him and Earl had to calm them all down. They'd all definatley been drinking too much of the Gaffer's brew.
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve!"
The Hobbits cheered again, although less than before as their simple minds attempted to work out whether Ear had actually just given them a compliment or not. Miley and Robbie smiled at each other across the people. Then the mood shifted. It went quiet as Earl didn't speak and began fidgeting with something inside his pocket. He pulled it out of his waistcoat and hid it in his hands behind his back.
"I have ... things to do and I have put this off for far too long." He stuttered, still holding the object tightly in his grasp as a bead of sweat trailed down his head.
Miley along with the other Hobbits just stared at him, wondering what he was thinking, or doing. Robbie however narrowed his eyes and watched on, ready to move if needed.
"I regret to announce this is the end. I am going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell!"
Earl looked back over to Miley, who looked worried for her uncle, before whispering a hushed,
"Goodbye."
It was at that moment that Earl Stewart disapeared into thin air.
What did you think? I quite like the idea of a Hannah Montana version of LOTR.
And yes Robbie and Miley aren't related in this. I would of had Robbie as Bilbo, but then I'd struggle to find someone from the show to be Gandalf. I also tried to still keep certain aspects of the HM characters in this, like how Earl says: Sweet Niblets.
Next chapter will be up as soon as possible, and so you know this story will have Liley in. That means Miley and Lilly together in case you didn't already get the hint in this chapter. Haha Miley pining after her gardener, oh dear.
Reviews are appreciated :) xx