Hello Chapter 1 and thanks for reading so far let me key this out. Earth English= normal Middle earth English= Bold. Make sense hopefully oh and because not all the languages are in all the parts of LOTR I might keep the other languages italic but I will keep you posted on that.
Disclaimer: I own only Florence
Chapter 1
"ow!" I screech as I try to move my arm but pain jolts through me, I stand quickly pacing to the road or dirt path which it looked like no doubt at all now it was a dirt track. I growl lowly as dust got into cuts. I walked to a massive gate door and notice the guard I choice not to anger the medieval dressed guard so I sneak round him into the town. Wow I thought but I noticed the guards that looked at me. Oh Christ I pick up on my speed and run through the streets, getting lost in crowds until I found a nice dark corner to hide in. I looked up to see laundry lines hanging up and no one around to see me snatch the prized black hooded clock, so I tiptoed over and took it from the line I was becoming a great thief I thought holding tightly onto my locket. I just need to hope I won't get stolen from I had nothing on me except my Locket which was the closest thing I had of home. No don't be soppy we need money. I could sing and perform but they seemed to speak a different type of English. I could only recognise a few words when passersby spoke. Two options left Florence become a call girl and sell your body to grubby men or pickpocket, the latter sounded better. I mean I was a virgin and was not going to lose it to some grubby perv. No way!
So tying the clock around my form, I almost seemed to vanish into the crowd of people I took my pick of who to steal from carefully. I found out drunks and old people were is to steal from though they had little money a few copper pieces and maybe a few silver but nothing more but it got me bread and water was there anyway so I was doing well for a child of the street.
On my fifth day I had bound my chest in bandages and taken a tunic and pants from the washing line again. From a piece of ribbon I took from a murky puddle, I tied my hair back. I marvelled in a puddle I looked like a dude for sure. Every now and then I pasted the inn called the Pracin' pony (Yes I understood those two words), it rang a bell I just couldn't place it, and I would always see a hooded figure walk in and out this figures purse was for all to see. And tonight I made the plan to steal it from him.
So waiting till dusk nibbling on bread a pitiful woman had gave me, when she saw me sat outside the inn, I waited for the hooded figure. The man came out late and I had heard screams from the distance so I was tense, I knew just by sense that something was wrong. Putting that a side I lurked in the shadows until he left the building he just entered. When he did leave I took my chance and went for the purse my hand wrapped around the leather I pulled hard as the man turned to me and evil smirk painted on his face. I whimpered pulling off and jolting away but he was fast gaining on me and pulling me into the inn. He nodded quickly to the bartender before pulling me away into a room in a dark corridor up some stairs. He pushed me onto a chair some men startled at the sight of me and to be truthful they were small and also looked familiar. "ahhh" I said like I knew something they didn't know. And everything clicked I was in Middle freakin' Earth. And then I screamed earning me a mouth covering from mister evil and smexy. I am too young to be saying this Guy is hot aren't I. Am I?