A/N: Apologies to those who have been following my previous story which had constant changes with the plot and name of character. I may have deleted that story in purpose to write this version with the Hobbit instead. Note that this is not a self-Insertion story. It actually has a plot- which I shall reveal sooner or later in the story. Though yes, Alexa is still part of Earth. but I will as much as possible stick to the plot- though some alterations with one of the particular Blue Wizards, but that won't change particularly anything. I'll try my hardest to make everyone seem in character as much as possible.
Thank You for all you're support and I hope you give this story a chance.
Once upon a time, When I was a little girl, my grandfather used to tell me stories. Stories about a time long ago, when creatures like elves, dwarves and hobbits used to roam about the phase of the Earth. "Middle-Earth" as he once called it. He always believed in things, that people nowadays don't normally believe existed. When arguments like these arose around the dinning table he would always say; "Just because you haven't seen it for yourself, doesn't it doesn't make it true." Among all those other things he used to say. I used to think he was a smart and wise old man. But of course, there were others that didn't. Like my parents, and my Aunt Beatrice, who thought his ideas were a bit too… far fetched.
I used to spend a lot of time with him during those summer months, when my parents would go away on months long business trips. They would send me to out to the little provincial town where he lived, and I would stay there with Aunt Beatrice and him until they got back. This is how he told me about all these stories about these strange creatures, and he would always tell me adventures of one particular Hobbit, who lived a perfectly normal "Hobbit" life in his home called the Shire, and one day was whisked away on an adventure that would change his life forever, and eventually affecting his orphaned nephew who lived with him.
I used to enjoy these stories but like all children. As I grew older, I spent less and less time with him. Busy with school, and all those other absolutely normal and not so exciting things that everyone went through. And occasionally, with the time spent away from him, we grew apart. Years after, my grandfather passed away, with no warning, no sign of even a sickness struck him.
None of us were prepared for his passing. But deaths in life, are normal. Just like how everything is. Without him, the rest of us lived on, continuing or normal lives here on Earth. Though, nothing was quite the same after that.
My grandfather always used to tell me; "Things happen for a reason."
I never really understood what that had meant...
Until now.