A/N: I just had the funniest idea for a Mary Sue story (NOT something that I'd write myself) I just thought it sounded cool. Imagine if during the filming of the LOTR, a storm attacks Peter Jackson's set and transport the Fellowship Actors to the real Middle Earth, where they meet the Real Fellowship of The Ring. How cool would that be? I think there's a rule against using real identities in a story without their permission (somewhere in the Terms of Service) so, that's likely never going to happen. Oh well.

No copy-write indented. I own nothing except for my OC's.

Chapter 2: I Have A Fan-Girl Break Down

It was dark, very dark, when I opened my eyes, and cold. My back was lying against dead stones and my arms lay folded on my chest. Everything was so still that I barley dared to breath; I was afraid that the sound of my heart beat was so loud that someone (or something) would hear it. As I lay there, the darkness slowly started to grow less, and a green light began to creep through the chamber that I was in. I could tell now that it was a kind of funeral chamber, because there was no coming daylight, and on all sides of me, rock walls closed in.

Not daring to turn my head, I slowly began to stretch out my arm, feeling around for maybe a flashlight, or a light switch, or anything that could give off some clear light that wasn't green like this. I felt my fingers touch something soft, and was met with a cold gasp. It was someone's hand. Quickly, I pulled my hand away from there's and ceiled my eyes tight against the dark. I didn't care who it was, but I didn't want them to notice me. I stayed like that for what seemed like hours, until a cheerless voice began to sing a dark tune, one which sounded very familiar, even though I tried my best to ignore the song.

When it was ended, a scraping noise sounded to one side on me, and I began to tremble. With the sound, there came a presence which seemed to seep out of the crevices of the walls. Whether it was possible or not, the presence shed a cold sensation the way heat would spread openly from a fire, only this was a chilling essence that struck me still. I wished it to go away and shut my eyes even tighter, and groped my two trembling hands tightly together. I wanted this to be a dream, and I wanted it to end, but somehow, I knew it wouldn't and I would be trapped forever in this dark place.

Then beneath the cloak of humming silence and deep enchantments, there arose a terrible shriek, one so cold and shrill that all warmth had leapt out of my blood. I whimpered and felt a single string of a trickling tear climb down my cheek, then from out of the gloom in this nightmare, the strangest of songs leapt out into the air. It sounded like complete nonsense, yet was even more familiar that the last one:

"Ho Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo!

By water, wood and hill, by read and willow,

By fire, sun and moon, harken now and hear us!

Come, Tom Bombadil, for our need is near us!"

: The cold evil seemed to recoil a little, but then there was the aching silence again. I couldn't stand it and wanted to shout out, but was too scared to move, let alone speak. Just when I thought the silence would drive me mad (madder), there was an echoing voice, faint and distant, but plain and seeming to come from all directions and ever corner of this dark place:

"Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow,

Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.

None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the master:

His songs are stronger, and his feet are faster."

: Suddenly, the chamber began to crumble away, and in front of me, a hole in the wall opened up, revealing a man's face. He was very odd looking, with a blue feather sticking out of his tattered hat and a long dark beard dangling from his chin. Behind him, daylight seeped into the chamber and when it did, I saw that I was not the only one here. A boy was sitting up right beside me, or so I thought at first, but then I saw his face and realized that he looked to be somewhere in his thirties (boy was I way off.) there were three other people like him, lying on his other side, and there was Eric at the far end, lying down as if he was in a simply sleep, but strangely enough, he was dressed all in white, just like the rest of them. I looked down at myself and saw that instead of my regular clothes, I had a long ragged white dress that looked like it could have been a Bloody Mary Costume.

Taking off his hat, the bearded man stepped into the chamber and started to sing again, with his big booming voice:

Get out you old Wright! Vanish in the sunlight!

Shrivel like cold mist, like the winds go wailing,

Out into barren lands far beyond the mountains!

Come never here again! Leave the barrow empty!

Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,

Where gates for ever shut, till the world is mended.

: Another blood curdling shriek filled the chamber, and the farthest end of it collapsed. The shriek lasted for a long time, but grew distant as it faded into nothing. I never heard anything so dreadful in my life, and hoped that I never would again (that was not the case.)

'Come friend Frodo!' said the bearded man to the person beside me. 'Let us get out on to clean grass! You must help me bear them.' I was too dazed to realize what he had said (or whose name he had said) and watched blankly as the bearded man, and the other smaller man, carried out the sleeping people. Eric was the last one to be carried out by the bearded man, and that was when he noticed me. I was still shaking after everything, and when I opened my mouth to speak, the only sound that came out was another whimper, and then a noise which sounded like a frog. The man, who I could see was much smaller than I originally thought, smiled at me and laughed out into the darkness.

'Ho there Maiden child, no use shaking like a bending branch,' he said. 'Tom is here and all is better. Come out into the sunlight, and smell the morning air.'

I realize now that one's mind thinks strange things when one is scared out of their wits. In my case, the first thought which popped into my head was: "Did he just call me a ho?" but when I finally came to my senses, I was able to gain control of my legs and stepped out into the clear morning light. The first thing that I noticed was the air. It smelt so fresh, like nothing that I had ever smelt before; it just seemed so clean and sweet, and… well, you get the idea. The second thing that I noticed was Eric still lying on the ground. "Why hasn't' he woken up yet?" but just as I was about to shake him, the bearded man appeared out of the rock chamber again with a treasures scooped up in his arms. After placing them in the grass, he lifted his right hand and said:

Wake now my merry lads! Wake and hear me calling!

Warm now be heart and limb! The cold stone is fallen;

Dark door is standing wide; dead hand is broken.

Night under Night is flown, and the Gate is open!

: Right away, Eric woke up, and so did the rest of people who were asleep. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking around us. I was so relieved that I hugged him. 'Uh, Su? Can you let go of me?' feeling the awkwardness of the moment, I did as he said. Fortunately for us, the awkward moment ended when the other men sprang up and started looking around with confused faces. They were small… very, very, small, like maybe three or four feet tall, but they all looked like they were old enough to be fully grown.

'What in the name of wonder?' said the person with the lightest coloured hair. As he kept talking to the others, I took the chance to look around, and what did I find out? We were completely lost.

All of the trees were thick and giant, forming a circle around the rock chamber which we had just come out of, and nearby, a river was running and trickling on its way downstream. I did not recognize any of it. Actually, that wasn't true, I did recognize it, only I couldn't figure out where. "Wait a second!" I suddenly remembered something. "The song that the bearded man was singing! Old Tom Bombadil!" I glanced up at the bearded man who was now standing on top on the rock chamber. "That's him!" I realized. "He's Tom Bombadil from The Lord of The Rings… and if he's Tom, then that means that these four are….Oh my gosh! Hobbits."

'Let us think of what we are to do now!' said the oldest looking one. 'Let us go on!'

'Dressed up like this sir?' asked the shortest (and widest) hobbit, taking off the golden jewelry that he wore. 'Where are my clothes?' Eric had a circlet over his head too which he took off right away, and then I realized that I was wearing one also. I took mine off as well, not liking the feel of a cold metal band stretching across my head.

'You won't find your clothes again,' said Tom on top of the rock mound (which I now knew to be the Borrow-Wright's den.)

'What do you mean?' asked the youngest looking hobbit. 'Why not?'

'You've found yourselves again, out of the deep water. Clothes are but little loss, if you escape from drowning. Be glad, my merry friends, and let the warm sunlight heat now heart and limb! Cast off these cold rags! Run naked on the grass, while Tom goes a-hunting.' I could feel my face heating up and turning read at the thought, but Tom quickly caught onto this, and laughed. 'Oh, I shall not go alone, no. Tom will need some company. The two of you shall come a-hunting with me,' he said, nodding at Eric and I, and with those final words, Tom sprang away, singing and calling out for the ponies which (if I remembered correctly) had bolted away from the Borrow-Wright. It was at this moment when the four hobbits took notice of us.

On the outside, I was nervous and too shy to speak, while on the inside, my inner fan-girl was screaming like a maniac. "These are the hobbit!" it kept shouting. "It's Frodo, Sam Merry and Pippin. They're the real hobbits from Lord of The Rings!"

'Hello,' said the youngest hobbit, quietly, and with a little suspicion, but also with politeness in his voice. Eric looked taken aback, and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

'Hello…?' I could tell that he was trying to figure out who these people were, but I knew that it would click in to him soon enough, but until then, I needed to take a walk before my inner fan-girl exploded out of me.

'Uh… we should probably follow him now,' I said to Eric, turning to the direction where Tom's voice could still be heard. He nodded, and followed behind me. When we were finally out of talking range from the hobbits, I burst out, jumping up and down, and repeating the same words over and over again: 'Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!'

'Whoa! What the frig Su! Calm down.'

'Eric, do you realize who you just said hello to?' I said, still jumping up and down. I had already figured out who each of the hobbits were, just by their descriptions in the book, and I was freaking out with excitement. Eric on the other hand still hadn't clued in to everything.

'Susan, what is going on?'

'It was Pippin,' I said, silently clapping my hands together. 'You just said hello to Pippin!'

'Susan…?

'And Frodo was standing right beside me outside of the Borrow den, and Sam and Merry. Eric! Those were the real Sam and Merry! And–'

'Are you insane!' he blurted out, realizing just what I was getting at. 'Do you actually think that those guys are characters from Lord of The Rings? Su, I know you're obsessed, but this is just going way too far.'

'No, don't you see?' I argued. 'Frodo is the oldest hobbit, with the dark hair and the cleft chin. Pippin is the youngest hobbit in the fellowship, so he was the one you said hello to. Sam is the hobbit who called Frodo "sir," because that's how he almost always addresses him, which leaves Merry as the final hobbit.'

'Susan, you're being stupid. Those are fictional characters! There's no way they can exist.'

'Didn't you see their feet?' I said. 'They're hairy, and way too big for regular people their size, and they aren't wearing any shoes. And their ears! Didn't you see their ears?'

'I wasn't looking at their ears,' he hisses at me, 'I was trying to figure out where we are.'

'Eric, we're in Middle Earth. This is the Old Forest right outside of the Shire. We're in the book.'

'Okay, what you're saying, isn't possible! Susan you're so gullible.' We heard Tom singing again, and his hat popped up over the hill. 'Anyway, if we are in Middle Earth, who's that supposed to be?'

'That's easy,' I said. 'He's Tom Bombadil, the master of himself.'

'And where exactly is he supposed to be in the story?' asked Eric.

'Right here of course. We're in chapter eight: Fog on The Borrow Downs.'

'What the hell is a Borrow Down?'

'It's a Borrow-Wrights den,' I answered

'That just opens up more questions!' I rolled my eyes and scowled at him, but then a thought came into my head.

'So you don't believe me, eh?' I asked.

'No.'

'Alright then. How do you explain the demon ghost in the woods last night?'

'Demon ghost?' he didn't seem to know what I was talking about at first, but then his expression changed, and I saw a quick flicker in his eyes as the memory of the Borrow-Wright came back to him.

'Do you know what a Borrow-Wright is now?' I asked, but before he could answer, Tom Bombadil came back over the hill, dancing in his yellow boots towards us.

'Come now children, chatter finds no ponies. What strange stories have you to tell, and how have you come a-walking here?'

'Um, who are you exactly?' Eric asked him. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"We've just been through this already."

'Why, I'm Tom Bomadil,' he answered cheerfully, 'but what about your names. I knew you were a-coming, but I have never seen you here before.'

'You knew we were coming?' I said.

'Ho there, young lass, Tom know many things. Old Borrow-Wright was up to his dark tricks, but I knew where to find you. I was coming already, when Old Borrow-Wright traps our merry hobbits friends in his stone hole, but Tom is his own master, and his songs are stronger.' Eric's expression was somewhere between: are you crazy, and: you've got to be joking, but Tom didn't seem to mind though and kept asking us many questions. We didn't really know what to say, but eventually, I started by explaining what happened to us. When I was finished, he hummed to himself, and leapt up, over the hills.

He returned shortly afterwards with his pony and in his hand he was swinging a bag back and forth between his fingers.

'These should fit the young masters, who are too big for hobbit clothes. A plain brown jacket, and a dress of forest gold.' From the bag, he pulled out clothing for us. The gown he had for me wasn't exactly gold. It was a deep fern green with golden threading woven through the sleeves, but when I went behind a tree to change into it; it turned out to be a perfect fit. 'Ah,' said Tom, when he saw me. 'Sweet Goldberry was right I see: this dress fits you the better.' I smiled and curtsied to him, while Eric went behind the same tree to change.

When he came out from behind it, he wore a brown leather jacket, with dark green pants and a blue jerkin over a grey tunic. He also fit into his clothes pretty well.

'So Tom,' he said 'why are you giving us these, when you're just going to send us home again. You are sending us home right?'

'Oh, no,' said Tom, 'That is not for me to do.'

'What!' my inner fan-girl died away just then, for the thought of never going home hit me like a brick wall. I hadn't really thought about going home, but now that I knew we couldn't, a sick feeling started to gurgle in my stomach. 'You mean we can never go home?' I asked him.

'Ho there fair lass, I said no such thing. But Tom is a busy man, and Goldberry is waiting.'

'Busy man?' said Eric sarcastically. 'You can't spare ten minutes to get us home? What else are you doing that's so busy.'

'Careful there young sir, I am my own master. Tom goes where he wishes, and by his own asking.'

Eric looked like he was about to say something really nasty, but wisely decided against it. Of course, I was just as pissed as he was. "I'm beginning to see why they didn't ask for Tom's help at the council of Elrond," I thought to myself, and still the aching feeling of home sickness wouldn't go away in my gut. It hadn't even been a day since I last saw my parents, and already I missed them terribly.

A/N: Next chapter will be of Eric's point of view.