Where in the world am I? There were trees and grass everywhere. I thought about what just happened to me a few minutes ago.
I finally get to move out and live on my own, saying to myself as I stepped out of the car. I had bought a small house in an old neighborhood. Most people would wonder why a 20-year-old would buy a house instead of an apartment but I don't really care. The price of the place was cheap compared to the other places I've seen although that probably goes into the fact that it was probably built-in the early 20th century, at the end of the street and kind of hidden by trees. Setting down the last box I had brought in from my car, I decided to explore some of the rooms on the second floor.
Swiping my finger along the stair rail way that left a clear line in the dust. Man this place will need a good cleaning. I remember that realtor woman said that this house has been empty since the son of the original owner died more the 20 years ago. She had shown many people this place but none wanted to buy. I don't why but it felt like this house just pulled me in for some reason. I should check out the attic, never got to see it when I walked through the house before.
The attic clearly hasn't been opened in years for there were no footprints on the floor unlike the rest of the house. There were trunks and boxes everywhere along with other random things. What was that? A flash of light hit off something by the window sill flashing into my eyes as I passed by. Hmm, that's interesting what's a key doing here on the corner on the ledge. The key was mostly likely antique by the looks of it. Maybe it opens one of these trunks. After many tries however that clearly wasn't the case, I will just try those over in the corner and if that doesn't work I'm going to give up and head back down. Why is there a door there? I hadn't noticed it before since it was partly hidden by the stack of trunks I was now walking over to, but that clearly is a door. I completely pushed the trunks to the side a held out the key looking it over once again. This has to be it. Hearing the click only confirmed my thought, yes. Opening the door to the secret room, another flash of light seemed to hit my eyes practically blinding me, tripping over my own feet as I backed up. Ouch, I started to place my hand on the ground as I slowly opened my eyes again. What the hell? I wasn't inside my attic or for the matter my house but instead what looks like a field.
Okay Arianna you must be going crazy. You must have hit your hit too hard girl. Slapping my face to see if this was a dream. Sadly that slap only hurt my face. Turning around to make sure the door wasn't behind me and this was just a really amazing room. There was no door.
Thinking about what just transpired those last few minutes didn't really help. Walking or should I say tripping through a door and ending up outside doesn't make sense. I should probably look for somebody to help me. Why does this place look so familiar though? I feel like I've seen it somewhere. It had been close to 10 minutes since I started walking down this path and not a single person in sight. Wait a minute what was that? Hearing a voice ahead I ran to the top of the hill to see who it was. There at the bottom of the hill was a man with his back turned toward me. He had seriously curly hair that was brown, wearing strange clothes that still seem too familiar. Excuse me! The man instantly turned toward me as I came running down toward him. No way, I halted a few feet away from him or should I say Bilbo? This can't be happening I must be dreaming, to see Bilbo Baggins in front of me, looking at me warily.
Is there something I could help you with miss? Umm, yes, I was wondering exactly where am I? In the Shire of course. Shire? I take it you are not from here. Yup, 1 minute I was at home next minute I'm here because of some light the blinded me for a few seconds. Okay Bilbo is probably thinking I'm officially crazy. I want to go home but I don't know how to get back to home or where ever it is. Tears starting to run down my face. No need to cry now miss…? It's Arianna but you can just call me Ari. Well Miss Ari, since you don't know how to get home you can stay at my house if you would like. Are you sure? Of course you can, what kind of hobbit would I be anyway if I didn't help others.
By the time we got to his home the sun was already setting. Should I tell him? No I should probably talk to Gandalf first when he shows up. Thank you so much Bilbo. It's a pleasure miss Ari. After eating soup while listening to some of the stories he told about the shire I went to bed in the extra room.
Am I really here in Middle Earth? How? Why?