Disclaimer: This is the only one I'm going to write for this entire story, so listen up. I DO NOT and NEVER WILL own LOTR or any of it's characters. I DO own the characters that are NOT in LOTR and the plot of this story. If this story is in any way similar to another story, it is purely coincidental, for I have not read any other stories of LOTR. Thank you and have a nice day.
A/N: Okay, so basically, this is my first LOTR fan fiction, so don't blame me if it is terrible. I have not read all three books, so some of the stuff taking place in Middle Earth might not be so accurate. I read most of the first one, though, and I've seen both movies (just waitin' for the third one to come out and I'll be a happy camper), but most of it's not going to take place in Middle Earth, so I guess it doesn't really matter, does it? Anyway, I hope you like it. Rated PG just to be safe, I don't think it will need it, though.
Summery: Something unexpected has happened. Frodo finds himself in the present day world...as a human. Can he figure out what went wrong and go back to Middle Earth, or does he really want to?
Chapter One: The Happening
The wind swept briskly over the grassy Shire as young hobbits frolicked about, playing their various hobbit games. They didn't seem to notice that one slightly older hobbit had been watching them, remembering the days when he had played those same games. Mind you, he was not an old hobbit, he was just older than the children, for he was still quite young.
"Mr. Frodo!" an urgent voice called to him from afar.
"What is it, Sam?" Frodo Baggins asked as the other hobbit came to a halt beside him.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Sam continued, "Gandalf is want'n to see you. Says its important."
Frodo wondered what the old wizard had been up to since the last time they all had seen him as he followed Sam back to his current residence. Once there, he found the wizard seated on a large stone outside of the home.
"Gandalf, its good to see you." Frodo greeted his old friend, "It's been almost a year."
"Yes," Gandalf nodded sullenly, "I did not mean to be away for so long, but I had some business to attend to."
Frodo smiled at the comment. It was what Gandalf always said when he had been away for longer than he expected. Of course, with the wizard, it was usually true.
"Well, you're back now and that's all that matters." Frodo replied.
"I'm afraid not, my boy." Gandalf shook his head sadly, "Something has happened and I need your help."
"What is it?" Frodo's voice filled with concern. He thought back to another time the wizard had needed his help. The One Ring of Power.
"Don't worry, it's nothing too serious, just a slight problem I'm having getting messages to the elves." Gandalf assured him, "They don't seem to be getting any of the ones I've sent to them."
Frodo let out a deep breath, relaxing a bit, "How can I help? I've no way to get them the messages, if that's what you're asking. They don't allow us to send letters outside of the Shire anymore."
"No, no, of course not. That's not what I'm asking at all." Gandalf stood up and started to pace, obviously troubled by something, "What I'm asking is, if you could, find out why the messages haven't been received."
"I'm not sure I know what you mean." Frodo scratched his head, "How am I supposed to do that?"
"I need you to go to Rivendell." Gandalf hesitated, "They should be able to tell you."
Frodo wasn't sure what to say, "Go to Rivendell?"
"Yes. That is what I said."
"Why aren't you able to go yourself?" Frodo asked.
"I would, but unfortunately, I have some pressing matters to attend to." Gandalf said, hastily. "Can you do this for me? I know it's a lot to ask of you."
"I swore to myself that I'd never leave the Shire ever again after what happened, but..." Frodo said, more to himself then to the wizard. He looked up, "I can't bring myself to keep that promise. When do I leave?"
"As soon as possible, if you please, this is very important. Something is happening that the elves need to know about." Gandalf ushered Frodo inside to get his things, then bid him farewell as he went off to take care of those pressing matters.
Frodo gathered the rest of his things, then set off on the road toward Rivendell. He hadn't hardly made it out of the Shire when a loud call came from behind him.
"Frodo!!"
Frodo vaguely recognized his elfish friend, Legolas, before he felt a tremendous jolt and fell to his hands and knees.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as the elf rushed to help him up.
"You must not go to Rivendell." Legolas replied, lifting Frodo to his feet
"I don't understand." Frodo shook his head.
"Trust me." Legolas shifted as he looked down the road Frodo had just about gone down, "Come. There is much to explain."
"What just happened?" Frodo asked, not budging from his spot.
"Frodo, we must---" Legolas stopped as a loud hissing noise reached them. "It is too late..."
Frodo felt numb as visions of Legolas and Middle Earth passed through his mind and faded into the past.
The sky was getting ominous and dreary as Sarah Porter and her dog, Kalipso, trudged along the well-beaten back roads of her small town.
"I hope it waits to rain until we get home." she said, shielding her eyes as she looked up at the blackening sky. Several strands of her dark brown hair hung down in her face, but she quickly brushed them away as she continued talking to her small, four-legged companion. "Well, Kalipso, how long do you think we have been gone?"
The small shaggy, white dog looked up at her pathetically.
"I know you want me to carry you, but you need the exercise. You've been getting a little pudgy these past few months." Sarah laughed as the dog whined, "It scares me sometimes how you can tell what I'm saying."
Kalipso barked, playfully snapping at Sarah's ankles.
"Quit it! You know I don't like it when you do that." she scolded, but the dog did not let up. "Come on, Kalipso, cut it out!"
Kalipso did as she was told, then retreated to hiding under a bush.
"What's gotten into you? Kalipso?" Sarah knelt down infront of the bush and lifted a few branches out of the way. She quickly reached in and took hold of Kalipso's collar, trying to pull the dog from her shelter, but Kalipso was insistent not to move from her place under the brush. "Come on Kalipso! Don't do this to me now!"
But the dog wouldn't move.
"Fine, I'll just have to come in there after you..." Sarah trailed off as her evergreen eyes came to rest on what looked like a pair of feet.
Sarah gasped as she moved the rest of the branches out of the way, uncovering what looked like to her, a very handsome, very unconscious, young man.
A/N: Okay, so basically, this is my first LOTR fan fiction, so don't blame me if it is terrible. I have not read all three books, so some of the stuff taking place in Middle Earth might not be so accurate. I read most of the first one, though, and I've seen both movies (just waitin' for the third one to come out and I'll be a happy camper), but most of it's not going to take place in Middle Earth, so I guess it doesn't really matter, does it? Anyway, I hope you like it. Rated PG just to be safe, I don't think it will need it, though.
Summery: Something unexpected has happened. Frodo finds himself in the present day world...as a human. Can he figure out what went wrong and go back to Middle Earth, or does he really want to?
Chapter One: The Happening
The wind swept briskly over the grassy Shire as young hobbits frolicked about, playing their various hobbit games. They didn't seem to notice that one slightly older hobbit had been watching them, remembering the days when he had played those same games. Mind you, he was not an old hobbit, he was just older than the children, for he was still quite young.
"Mr. Frodo!" an urgent voice called to him from afar.
"What is it, Sam?" Frodo Baggins asked as the other hobbit came to a halt beside him.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Sam continued, "Gandalf is want'n to see you. Says its important."
Frodo wondered what the old wizard had been up to since the last time they all had seen him as he followed Sam back to his current residence. Once there, he found the wizard seated on a large stone outside of the home.
"Gandalf, its good to see you." Frodo greeted his old friend, "It's been almost a year."
"Yes," Gandalf nodded sullenly, "I did not mean to be away for so long, but I had some business to attend to."
Frodo smiled at the comment. It was what Gandalf always said when he had been away for longer than he expected. Of course, with the wizard, it was usually true.
"Well, you're back now and that's all that matters." Frodo replied.
"I'm afraid not, my boy." Gandalf shook his head sadly, "Something has happened and I need your help."
"What is it?" Frodo's voice filled with concern. He thought back to another time the wizard had needed his help. The One Ring of Power.
"Don't worry, it's nothing too serious, just a slight problem I'm having getting messages to the elves." Gandalf assured him, "They don't seem to be getting any of the ones I've sent to them."
Frodo let out a deep breath, relaxing a bit, "How can I help? I've no way to get them the messages, if that's what you're asking. They don't allow us to send letters outside of the Shire anymore."
"No, no, of course not. That's not what I'm asking at all." Gandalf stood up and started to pace, obviously troubled by something, "What I'm asking is, if you could, find out why the messages haven't been received."
"I'm not sure I know what you mean." Frodo scratched his head, "How am I supposed to do that?"
"I need you to go to Rivendell." Gandalf hesitated, "They should be able to tell you."
Frodo wasn't sure what to say, "Go to Rivendell?"
"Yes. That is what I said."
"Why aren't you able to go yourself?" Frodo asked.
"I would, but unfortunately, I have some pressing matters to attend to." Gandalf said, hastily. "Can you do this for me? I know it's a lot to ask of you."
"I swore to myself that I'd never leave the Shire ever again after what happened, but..." Frodo said, more to himself then to the wizard. He looked up, "I can't bring myself to keep that promise. When do I leave?"
"As soon as possible, if you please, this is very important. Something is happening that the elves need to know about." Gandalf ushered Frodo inside to get his things, then bid him farewell as he went off to take care of those pressing matters.
Frodo gathered the rest of his things, then set off on the road toward Rivendell. He hadn't hardly made it out of the Shire when a loud call came from behind him.
"Frodo!!"
Frodo vaguely recognized his elfish friend, Legolas, before he felt a tremendous jolt and fell to his hands and knees.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as the elf rushed to help him up.
"You must not go to Rivendell." Legolas replied, lifting Frodo to his feet
"I don't understand." Frodo shook his head.
"Trust me." Legolas shifted as he looked down the road Frodo had just about gone down, "Come. There is much to explain."
"What just happened?" Frodo asked, not budging from his spot.
"Frodo, we must---" Legolas stopped as a loud hissing noise reached them. "It is too late..."
Frodo felt numb as visions of Legolas and Middle Earth passed through his mind and faded into the past.
The sky was getting ominous and dreary as Sarah Porter and her dog, Kalipso, trudged along the well-beaten back roads of her small town.
"I hope it waits to rain until we get home." she said, shielding her eyes as she looked up at the blackening sky. Several strands of her dark brown hair hung down in her face, but she quickly brushed them away as she continued talking to her small, four-legged companion. "Well, Kalipso, how long do you think we have been gone?"
The small shaggy, white dog looked up at her pathetically.
"I know you want me to carry you, but you need the exercise. You've been getting a little pudgy these past few months." Sarah laughed as the dog whined, "It scares me sometimes how you can tell what I'm saying."
Kalipso barked, playfully snapping at Sarah's ankles.
"Quit it! You know I don't like it when you do that." she scolded, but the dog did not let up. "Come on, Kalipso, cut it out!"
Kalipso did as she was told, then retreated to hiding under a bush.
"What's gotten into you? Kalipso?" Sarah knelt down infront of the bush and lifted a few branches out of the way. She quickly reached in and took hold of Kalipso's collar, trying to pull the dog from her shelter, but Kalipso was insistent not to move from her place under the brush. "Come on Kalipso! Don't do this to me now!"
But the dog wouldn't move.
"Fine, I'll just have to come in there after you..." Sarah trailed off as her evergreen eyes came to rest on what looked like a pair of feet.
Sarah gasped as she moved the rest of the branches out of the way, uncovering what looked like to her, a very handsome, very unconscious, young man.