Chapter Two: Wake Up!
Sarah let go of Kalipso's collar as she slowly crawled up beside the unconscious man she had found.
"What are you doing out here?" she whispered more to herself than to him. She looked down at his face and gently pushed a few strands of hair away from his eyes...his eyes that had just opened very, very wide.
Sarah gasped and jumped back, but she wasn't nearly fast enough. Their heads connected quite painfully as he bolted upright.
"Ouch." Sarah held her head as she closed her eyes and sat back against a near-by tree. The young man was rubbing his head as well. "You didn't need to do that, ya know?"
"What?" he said as more pain shot through is head.
"You didn't need to sit up so fast like that." she stated, opening her eyes to look at him. "It probably caused a worse headache for you than you would have had anyway."
"Who are you?" he asked, not making the attempt to stand up just yet.
"Who are you?" Sarah repeated, raising an eyebrow to him as he stared at her.
"Frodo." he replied. Sarah grinned.
"As in Baggins?"
"Yes." Frodo looked at her closely, "Have we met before?"
Sarah laughed, amused at his funny expression, but a little nervous about his answer.
"No, we've never met." Sarah reached her hand out for him to shake, "I'm Sarah Porter."
"Sarah." Frodo studied her, then took her hand carefully. "If we have never met, how is it that you know my name?"
Sarah wasn't sure how to answer that. Should she tell him the truth or make something up? She opened her mouth to reply, but Frodo interrupted her.
"Where am I?" he had been looking around at their surroundings. His voice sounded on the verge of panic and his expression confirmed it. "What am I doing here?!"
"Funny thing, I was just going to ask you that." Sarah smiled hopefully at him...she was hoping that he wasn't going to go crazy and do something stupid out of panic.
He looked like he might do just that, except next thing she knew, he had passed out infront of her.
"Well at least I know something about you this time." Sarah said simply as she proceeded to stand up. She looked down on Frodo thoughtfully, "I can't just leave you here, it looks like it's going to rain."
Kneeling down next to him, she struggled to lift him, but she wasn't strong enough to do so with severely hurting herself or him. She turned to her dog, who immediately scurried off to get help.
"Seriously scary." Sarah muttered to herself as she attempted to at least move Frodo to some sort of shelter in case it started to rain, but had little luck, "As long as I have Kalipso, I'll never need a cell phone...could use with a body builder, though."
Frodo awoke some time later in a strangely decorated room. The walls were completely void of color and the floors a light shade of blue. The furniture was also strange to him.
Slowly, he sat up and got a better look of everything.
"So you're awake," he heard a voice say, "Good."
Looking around he finally saw the source of where the voice was coming from. Sarah Porter stood in the doorway for a second before walking over to the bed.
"You've been out for almost an entire day." she said, sitting down in the chair next to the bed.
"Where am I?" Frodo asked, again with panic edging in his voice. Sarah raised her hands to calm him.
"Don't pass out on me again, okay?" she lowered her hands, "You're at my house in the guest bedroom."
"Why am I here?"
"Would you have rather had me leave you out in the rain?" Sarah gestured toward a window on the other side of the room.
Frodo looked out as rain poured down, slightly flooding the street. Lightning flashed before his eyes and he shook his head. "How did I get here?"
"Well, after you passed out, I sent Kalipso to get help and my brothers came---"
"No, no," Frodo interrupted, "The last thing I remember, I was leaving the Shire for Rivendell and Legolas appearing. Next thing I knew, I was looking up into your face from somewhere I didn't recognize."
"The Shire?" Sarah asked wearily. "Where the hobbits live?"
Frodo looked at her strangely, "Yes. Why?"
"Frodo, do you think that you...that you're a..." Sarah tried to think of a better way to put it than 'Frodo do you think you're a hobbit? If you say yes, they're gonna lock you up forever.', but couldn't, so she just blurted it out, "Do you think you're a hobbit?"
Frodo looked taken aback.
"I'm sorry, it's just you keep talking about stuff from those books as if they were real and that you are actually the Frodo Baggins from them." Sarah replied quickly. There was a confused look on Frodo's face.
"What books?" he questioned. What books could she talking about that he would be in? None that he could think of, that's for sure.
"You know, 'The Lord of the Rings'?" she answered, unsure of how he would react.
"'The Lord of the Rings'?" Frodo repeated.
"Yeah, the sequel to 'The Hobbit' otherwise known as 'There and Back Again'."
"My uncle wrote it?" Frodo's eyes widened, "He wrote 'There and Back Again'."
"Oh, dear." Sarah said to herself and turned to look out the window a second, then turned back to him. In her best calm voice she whispered, for that was all she could do, to him, "Frodo, you aren't a hobbit and you're not from those books. You know that, right?"
"What are you talking about? Of course I'm a hobbit!" Frodo looked bewildered as he threw his legs over he side of the bed, "As for the books, I really wouldn't know what you're talking about."
Sarah knelt down beside the bed and looked up at him, "Frodo, I'm not a hobbit."
"Okay, but what does that---"
Sarah stood, pulling him to his feet as she did. Looking up into his eyes, "Frodo, if I'm not a hobbit, and you are, why are you taller than me?"
Sarah let go of Kalipso's collar as she slowly crawled up beside the unconscious man she had found.
"What are you doing out here?" she whispered more to herself than to him. She looked down at his face and gently pushed a few strands of hair away from his eyes...his eyes that had just opened very, very wide.
Sarah gasped and jumped back, but she wasn't nearly fast enough. Their heads connected quite painfully as he bolted upright.
"Ouch." Sarah held her head as she closed her eyes and sat back against a near-by tree. The young man was rubbing his head as well. "You didn't need to do that, ya know?"
"What?" he said as more pain shot through is head.
"You didn't need to sit up so fast like that." she stated, opening her eyes to look at him. "It probably caused a worse headache for you than you would have had anyway."
"Who are you?" he asked, not making the attempt to stand up just yet.
"Who are you?" Sarah repeated, raising an eyebrow to him as he stared at her.
"Frodo." he replied. Sarah grinned.
"As in Baggins?"
"Yes." Frodo looked at her closely, "Have we met before?"
Sarah laughed, amused at his funny expression, but a little nervous about his answer.
"No, we've never met." Sarah reached her hand out for him to shake, "I'm Sarah Porter."
"Sarah." Frodo studied her, then took her hand carefully. "If we have never met, how is it that you know my name?"
Sarah wasn't sure how to answer that. Should she tell him the truth or make something up? She opened her mouth to reply, but Frodo interrupted her.
"Where am I?" he had been looking around at their surroundings. His voice sounded on the verge of panic and his expression confirmed it. "What am I doing here?!"
"Funny thing, I was just going to ask you that." Sarah smiled hopefully at him...she was hoping that he wasn't going to go crazy and do something stupid out of panic.
He looked like he might do just that, except next thing she knew, he had passed out infront of her.
"Well at least I know something about you this time." Sarah said simply as she proceeded to stand up. She looked down on Frodo thoughtfully, "I can't just leave you here, it looks like it's going to rain."
Kneeling down next to him, she struggled to lift him, but she wasn't strong enough to do so with severely hurting herself or him. She turned to her dog, who immediately scurried off to get help.
"Seriously scary." Sarah muttered to herself as she attempted to at least move Frodo to some sort of shelter in case it started to rain, but had little luck, "As long as I have Kalipso, I'll never need a cell phone...could use with a body builder, though."
Frodo awoke some time later in a strangely decorated room. The walls were completely void of color and the floors a light shade of blue. The furniture was also strange to him.
Slowly, he sat up and got a better look of everything.
"So you're awake," he heard a voice say, "Good."
Looking around he finally saw the source of where the voice was coming from. Sarah Porter stood in the doorway for a second before walking over to the bed.
"You've been out for almost an entire day." she said, sitting down in the chair next to the bed.
"Where am I?" Frodo asked, again with panic edging in his voice. Sarah raised her hands to calm him.
"Don't pass out on me again, okay?" she lowered her hands, "You're at my house in the guest bedroom."
"Why am I here?"
"Would you have rather had me leave you out in the rain?" Sarah gestured toward a window on the other side of the room.
Frodo looked out as rain poured down, slightly flooding the street. Lightning flashed before his eyes and he shook his head. "How did I get here?"
"Well, after you passed out, I sent Kalipso to get help and my brothers came---"
"No, no," Frodo interrupted, "The last thing I remember, I was leaving the Shire for Rivendell and Legolas appearing. Next thing I knew, I was looking up into your face from somewhere I didn't recognize."
"The Shire?" Sarah asked wearily. "Where the hobbits live?"
Frodo looked at her strangely, "Yes. Why?"
"Frodo, do you think that you...that you're a..." Sarah tried to think of a better way to put it than 'Frodo do you think you're a hobbit? If you say yes, they're gonna lock you up forever.', but couldn't, so she just blurted it out, "Do you think you're a hobbit?"
Frodo looked taken aback.
"I'm sorry, it's just you keep talking about stuff from those books as if they were real and that you are actually the Frodo Baggins from them." Sarah replied quickly. There was a confused look on Frodo's face.
"What books?" he questioned. What books could she talking about that he would be in? None that he could think of, that's for sure.
"You know, 'The Lord of the Rings'?" she answered, unsure of how he would react.
"'The Lord of the Rings'?" Frodo repeated.
"Yeah, the sequel to 'The Hobbit' otherwise known as 'There and Back Again'."
"My uncle wrote it?" Frodo's eyes widened, "He wrote 'There and Back Again'."
"Oh, dear." Sarah said to herself and turned to look out the window a second, then turned back to him. In her best calm voice she whispered, for that was all she could do, to him, "Frodo, you aren't a hobbit and you're not from those books. You know that, right?"
"What are you talking about? Of course I'm a hobbit!" Frodo looked bewildered as he threw his legs over he side of the bed, "As for the books, I really wouldn't know what you're talking about."
Sarah knelt down beside the bed and looked up at him, "Frodo, I'm not a hobbit."
"Okay, but what does that---"
Sarah stood, pulling him to his feet as she did. Looking up into his eyes, "Frodo, if I'm not a hobbit, and you are, why are you taller than me?"