Disclaimer: I own Liz and Mon owns Mon, and if you recognise it, its not ours
They each grabbed a side of the window and pulled. It stretched fairly easily, like a rubber band. The girls grabbed their backpacks and climbed through.
"Wherever we are, it could be dangerous," cautioned Mon. "We might need to get back through. Just keep careful watch on where the window is. "
They looked around and saw a beautiful garden, with flowers with colours you could only dream of. A short way from them was a garden path made of pebbles, a low wooden seat and a stone birdbath. Further away was a familiar round green door with a brass doorknob right in the middle.
Liz clutched Monica's arm. "Mon!" she exclaimed. "It's Bag End! We're in Middle Earth!"
"AHHHHH!!" they shrieked and hugged each other.
"I can't believe it!" said Liz. "I've only ever dreamed of this! I think I need to sit down!"
"Me too!"
As they sat down and took in their surroundings they didn't notice the figure trimming the edges of the lawn until he was right by them.
"Hey!" called out Monica. The hobbit gave a start and turned around.
"Oy! What are you doin' in Mister Frodo's Garden!"
"Who are you?" asked the oddly familiar hobbit. "You don't look like you're from around here. Are you from Bree?"
The two girls looked at each other.
"You're right, we aren't from around here. But don't worry about that right now. I'm Elizabeth Dawe. . ."
". . . and I'm Monica Johnson. What's your name?"
"I'm Samwise Gamgee, the gardener, but you can just call me Sam. You have mighty strange names."
Monica and Liz drew in a sharp breath, and barely contained themselves from squealing with delight. Samwise Gamgee gave them a weird look, but continued with his task and walked across the lawn and a round the corner to the flowerbed.
"This is just too weird," whispered Monica under her breath to Liz.
"I know - I still don't believe that it's happening. Pinch me, or else I'll think I'm in a dream." Monica obligingly pinched Liz and started after Sam. She had so many questions and they were acting as if they were 14 again, instead of 18. Liz hurried to catch up and the thoughts that were going through her head were much the same as Monica's. 'We are in Middle Earth, in Hobbiton at Bag End, and we are not dreaming! We have met a real live hobbit and he's really short!'
Their streams of thought were interrupted by another shout from Sam. "Hey, you two. If you wait just a minute I'll be done here and I can take you inside. I must say, you are rather tall and it's quite an honour to have some Big Folk round here. My Rosie would just love to meet you." Sam's face turned an odd shade of red at the mention of Rosie, but Liz and Monica politely pretended not to notice.
"Sam," Liz piped up, "Can we ask you a few questions?"
"Sure, I'll lend you my ear as long as it doesn't interrupt me work."
"Well, for starters, where are we? I know it sounds like a weird question ..."
"We are standing outside Mister Frodo's home - Bag End - and we are in Hobbiton in Middle Earth. I would have thought that much was obvious but it's not my place to ask questions."
"Thank you Sam, and one more thing. Where is Frodo now?"
"At the moment he is inside. You seem like nice enough folk and I'm quite sure he'd be happy enough to meet you. Go on in."
Monica and Liz turned toward the round, green door with the brass knob in the middle and headed to it to open it.
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