So, this is my first fanfic ever. I hope you like it! Please follow/favorite and review. Forgive any grammar mistake…
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I had just seen "The Hobbit: the Battle of Five Armies" and was on my way back home. The scenes of the movie were playing in my mind all over, again and again. I might had read the book first, but still I couldn't help but feel grief for the deaths of the king and princes of Erebor…
I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize I was already home. I took off my shoes and lied immediately on my bed, feeling unable to change my clothes. I was thinking of the last line of the movie. What Bilbo said;
He was my friend.
And I fell asleep before my tears had reached my cheek.
I woke up by the light of sun hitting me straight on my face. I opened my eyes slowly and found myself…Where was I actually? Definitely not in my bed!
I looked around and was surprised to see I was in a peaceful country village, lying on the grass a few meters away from a road.
I had never been there before but somehow this place was familiar to me. I'd swear it was reminding me of something. I stood up really confused and took some steps forward, to a house. A house that was build inside a hill. A house with a wooden round door. And suddenly I realized where I was. I was in the beautiful Shire, in Bag End! I was in the amazing world of Tolkien!
How could this be possible? It couldn't. But before I even managed to think what I should do or where I should go, I saw a tall figure walking down the path. Gandalf. I could tell from the pointy wizarding hat he wore.
He was not far from where I stood. In any moment he would see me. And, indeed, as he passed another hobbit-hole and turned left, he noticed me standing still, unaware of what his reaction would be.
And to my surprise, he gave me a kind smile, as he would have done, if he saw an old friend.
"Hallo my dear! I see you've had no trouble finding your way, but why are you standing off the road?" he said and before I could answer him, he continued.
"Come and join me. I'm sure our friend is waiting for us." And when he saw my confused look, added "Bilbo".
I walked toward him and gave him the best smile I could at the moment.
"Erm… hallo! I'm Jean. But you seem you already know me."
"Know you? No, just expecting you." he answered in the mysterious way wizards do, his smile still on his face. "So are you coming or not?"
"Coming!" I said quickly, afraid of missing the chance. And I followed him unsure of what I should say. I mean what do you say to Gandalf? I had imagined meeting him several times but this was beyond everything!
For a moment we walked silently but, then, I decided I should ask him a few things before we reach our destination.
"So, Gandalf, may I ask how you knew I would come?"
"Well, I'm not allowed to tell you a lot, at least for now, but let's just say that your arrival was predicted."
"By whom?" I asked without holding back my curiosity.
"Hm… I guess I can't find a reason not to tell you." He thought about it for a second before he answered to me. "It was predicted by the elves. Now, that's all you need to know. So, keep the rest of your questions about that and when time comes, they will be answered."