Hi there! Ok so this is my very first attempt at any type of fanfic and I'm super nervous about having it up here haha so please go easy on me! I would love some feedback :) and I'm super sorry if it seems slow or if anyone seems a bit OOC, it was just a thought that I had to write down. But thanks anyways for reading!

One…two…three…

One…two…three…

Every three seconds the fluorescent ceiling light in the corner of Mr. Cross's twelfth grade English class would flicker. A consistent patter of rain hitting the two large windows in the room added the almost gloomy effect.

Hardly any of the students were paying attention. They were either talking to each other in hushed voices, or they had a phone hidden behind a bag or in they're laps. The only two students who were listening to Mr. Cross drone on were Damian Smith, the soon to be valedictorian. And Ella Mathews, a seemingly average student who was usually off in a world of her own. but not today.

That afternoon as she had entered her 6th hour Literature class she gazed at the white board, an act she almost never does; not because she was eager to learn, but because she felt the strangest pull towards it, urging her to look. On the board in big bubble letters, showing which book the class would be studying next, was her favorite book The Hobbit.

Excitement pulsed through Ella's veins. If she had one weakness it was for fantasy books. and this particular one she had read at least five times. That's why she was hanging to every word that Mr. Cross said.

"Ok everyone listen up," Mr. Cross said loudly, earning everyone's attention."As you all know break is coming up, which would be the perfect opportunity to read the book. And since you are all seniors who, might I remind you, have had to read one book per quarter already, I do expect it to be read in the next few weeks."

Before he could say anything else the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. As usual, Ella was one of the last people to leave the classroom.

The pounding rain outside had caused everyone to scatter about quickly. Running from one place to another as fast as possible. Most heading straight to the student parking lot to get to they're dry cars. Others ran out to the front of the school to the awaiting busses where the drivers had already turned on the heaters. But there were always the unlucky few who got stuck outside in the downpour. Ella always felt bad for those kids, especially the ones who had to ride bikes or walk to get home.

She scampered into the parking lot, following the others who were going the same way. Ella had attempted to hold up her faux leather messenger bag and divert the rain, but it wasn't doing her much good.

After what seemed like hours of walking she finally reached her car, an old white Buick. Ella climbed inside and as quickly as she could, turned on the car and cranked up the heater to full blast. She was completely soaked, she put her sopping wet bag in the backseat, hoping that the water wouldn't ruin the calculator inside it. Sighing she realized that her younger sister Annie had a club meeting after school and wouldn't be out to the car for at least another hour, let alone the twenty minutes that it would take them to drive all the way home.

Suddenly she remembered something. In the trunk of her car she thought she had put her old copy of The Hobbit there about a week ago when she went up to a cabin with her family. For a little while she just sat there and pondered if it would really be worth it to go back out into the rain and search for it. "Well I am really bored. And what if it's still in there?" Deciding that it was better to go find it, she popped open the trunk and grabbed her bag to shield herself from the rain.

Bursting out of the car, she sprinted around to the back of the little Buick, and threw open the lid of its trunk. She reached in, her fingers clawing around trying to find the familiar book. Soon after, she encountered a cool, worn down surface.

"Ah-ha!" Ella exclaimed. Grasping the well loved book she picked it up, feeling triumphant that she had found it.

Just as she had closed the trunk, Ella began to feel a strange tingling sensation on the soles of her feet. It started to crawl up her legs, and the higher it went the more intense it became until it was unbearably painful. Letting out a strangled cry of pain she clutched her bag and the book like a lifeline as a flash of bright hot light engulfed her, followed by a sinister and unforgiving boom. Leaving her in unbearable anguish as the world went black.

.oOo.

Ella's head was throbbing it burned with each heart beat, almost as though someone was playing her skull like a drum. She tried to open her eyes and was met with a blinding light.

"I must be dead", She thought

She reached around herself instead to try and find her bearings. The bag was on her left and the book was on her right both completely soaked. She was still just as waterlogged as the book and her bag, strands of her wet blond hair stuck to her face, and she tried futilely to push it back. When she noticed, something wasn't right. She was surrounded by what she thought was tall grass. Grass that was completely dry.

After a few more attempts she managed to successfully open her eyes. As she stared straight ahead she realized that she was looking at the sky and was laying on the ground. Surrounded by lush green grass.

Sitting up was a problem, she soon noticed as it felt an ache in every muscle in her body."Well I don't think dead people are supposed feel pain so I guess I'm still alive," She mumbled to herself. Once again she managed to do it though and was rewarded with a most breathtaking sight. The grass around her seemed to stretch over the hills for miles without end. Looking behind her she saw more hills and a few trees.

"Where am I?"

Ella picked up her bag and put the sodden book inside. She stood her muscles screamed in protest as she stood up shakily. Figuring she should try to find out where she was, she just started walking. After a few hundred feet she came upon a small pathway and decided to follow it to where ever it lead.

It wasn't long after she started along that path that she felt a presence behind her. Not knowing if it was harmless or someone who was trying to rob her she spun on her heel, earning another wave of throbbing pain to her head.

In the distance about fifty feet away she saw a strange figure. It looked like an older man walking with a staff, but there was something slightly familiar about him that she couldn't quite place. As her got nearer Ella was able to make out what he was wearing. It appeared to be long grey robes, With a matching hat that had a wide brim that pointed and curled at the top, it was the same grey color as the robes-

"Wait, grey?"

When he got close enough for her to see his face she froze.

"I definitely know him."

She just stood there in disbelief as he walked closer. No, it's improbable. It's completely impossible that can't be-

"Good morning!", the man said, breaking her train of thought. He was stopped a few feet away from her. Trying to figure out what to say she just said the first thing that came to mind. she managed to stutter out a response.

"W-what do you mean?", She said."Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"

The man's wise eyes twinkled with amusement at her words.

"Ha! How clever, I might have to use that sometime.", he said continuing on his way.

There was no way this was real. Testing a theory she called out to him.

"Wait!", She said, the man stopped and turned back."What is your name?"

"I am Gandalf the Grey. And you child?"

She suddenly felt light headed. Struck with another wave of disbelief she replied.

" I am Ella…the confused."

Ugh crappy ending I know, I'm not very good at ending stuff. So do you think I should continue it?