My First Fanfic, tell me what you think! I do not own Lord of the Rings, that goes to J.R.R Tolkien...
Every morning I woke up, I wished I could go back to sleep. Every single morning.
"Hurry up, Chyler." My Aunty Mae screeched through my bedroom door. Although, bedroom was a bit of an overstep. My room was big enough to fit a single bed and a chest of drawers, with barely enough space to change each day. "CHYLER KATHERINE!" I rolled over and stared at my ceiling fan, making no move to get up.
"For the love of god! CHYLER! Up NOW!" Mae screamed so loud that several neighborly dogs began barking. She banged on my door. "If you are not downstairs in five minutes, you'll wish you'd never been born!" I rolled my eyes. She'd been threatening me with that since I was twelve...and I already wished I'd never been born...I hated my life. I had no family, save for my horrible Aunt Mae. I had no friends and I had a shrink who regularly told me I was a hopeless case, whose physiological problems couldn't be cured. But there was honestly nothing wrong with me. I was just sad...
I slowly sat up and pulled my pajamas off. I opened my top drawer and put on some black underwear. Then my jeans. Then one of my favourite t-shirts. It was black and faded, with an old rock band printed on the front. It smelt like smoke and washing detergent. It smelt like my father, the previous owner of said shirt. I grabbed my messenger bag with my unfinished homework and arrived in the kitchen to find my aunt looking livid.
"Your school bus has already left!" She growled. "I know," I muttered. I poured milk over a big bowl of cereal and ate as quickly as I could.
"I am not driving you to school, I have guests coming over," Mea said.
"I know," I repeated, dumping my bowl in the sink and grabbing my bag. I didn't bother with goodbyes, I simply walked out the door and began walking slowly towards school. It wasnt far, a few K's. The clouds began drifting in front of the sun, causing the temperature to drop a few degrees. I looked up, shocked, as the first few drops of rain began to fall.
I lived in a place where rain fell like once a year. In the middle of summer...well this was unheard of: The cold, the rain. The rain got heavier as I made my way slowly across a field that provided a shortcut. And that's when I felt it. A sudden pull behind my navel. I stumbled and looked around, but found the field deserted. I felt it again, followed by a tingling feeling that began at my fingers and toes. The feeling ran up my arms and legs, causing me to stumbled once again. When the feeling reached my centre, I felt an invisible force slam into my chest, knocking me backwards. I landed on my butt, my teeth clenching together and pain cracking up my spine. I lay still, trying to asses the damage. I opened my eyes and gasped when instead of seeing grey skies, I saw bright blue, cloudless skies. It had stopped raining. I sat up and realised I was completely dry. And I was lying in a dry cornfield. I leapt to my feet, my breathing coming in rapid gasps. The corn was waist length and itchy. As far as I could tell, I was alone. But the sound of voices alerted me that I was wrong. I ducked down and peered towards the voices and got but another shock. Two boys stood near the edge of the corn field. They had to have been shorter than me and yet their faces showed age beyond their looks. One was chubby, with curly blond hair and a huge backpack. The other was skinnier, with curly black hair.
"This is it," the blonde boy said, coming to a halt.
"This is what?" the other asked, turning to his companion.
"I take one more step," the blonde said, looking into the corn field. "It'll be the farthest from home I've ever been," I listened with wide-eyed attention. They didn't look like Dwarves...not that I'd ever seen one before, but still. They looked like boys.
"Come on Sam," The boy with black hair said kindly, walking back to the one called Sam. Sam stepped forward and the other one smiled. "Remember what Bilbo used to say? Its a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you dont keep your feet, theres no telling where you'll be swept off too!" The wind blew gently, and a corn leaf tickled my nose. Oh no. "AHHCHOO!" I sneezed so loudly, it surprised me. "Back Mr Frodo!" Sam yelled, raising his walking stick. "No, no wait!" I called desperately, standing up and raising my hands. Sam and- Frodo? - only came up to my stomach. While I wasnt skinny, I was thinner then the two boy-dwarves, who were sort of stumpy. "Im sorry, I didnt mean to startle you. I was- I was hiding!" "Hiding from what?" Frodo asked, stepping around a suspicious looking Sam.
"Well, from you...I didn't think anybody was around," I explained hastily.
"In that case, we apologize for frightening you. Let me introduce myself, my name is Frodo Baggins," Frodo said, looking up at me with bright blue eyes. "And this is Samwise Gamgee, of the Shire." "The Shire?" I whispered. What was going on? Maybe I was hit by lightning and I was dead. Hey, that sounded fair. "My name is Chyler Lightwood," I said cheerfully. If this was my afterlife, then bring it on.
"Chyler Lightwood? Your name doesn't sound familiar, where are you from?" Sam asked.
"I'm not from around here," I said absently.
"We figured, with your name, your clothes...and that you're a woman..." Frodo said.
"Where are your supplies? Your family?" Sam continued.
"Long story. Look, don't take this the wrong way...but what are you?" I asked hesitantly.
"Oh, we're hobbits, you may have heard of us called Halflings," Frodo said easily. I'd never heard of them before.
"Oh-right, yes," I said. "Where are you heading?" The Hobbits glanced at each other.
"Its a bit of a secret. We're on a quest to Bree," Frodo said after a minute.
"Would I be asking too much, if I asked to join you?" I asked. They glanced at each other again. "How do we know we can trust you, Chyler?" Frodo asked. I shrugged.
"I know we've just met and I seem outlandish to you, but you can trust me...I swear on my life, I'll help you with whatever it is that your doing!" I said passionately. I'd never had people in my life be kind to me, and yet these - these Hobbits were so kind to a perfect stranger. And yes, I was very curious as to what they were doing.
"I belive you," Frodo said.
"Me to. We'll take you with us, for as long as you want to go," Sam agreed, smiling at me. I grinned back. So we set off.
I couldn't take it in. All the beautiful sights, the odd people...but if I stuck with these boys and continued to believe I was dead and this was all make-believe, anything was possible!