(Sorry, I forgot to put this on my other chapters, but its still applies.) Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tolkein's work. I only own me!) BTW! I know about the "hoarse" misspelling. I can't fix it for right now. But you all know what I meant. . .So, we're good.

Alone.

No welcome party to greet me. Just alone.

It's a terrifying thing to find yourself, laying in a grassy meadow no where near your comfy little bathroom you last remembered being in. But I had to believe that it could be worse. Could it be worse?

As soon as I realized that the darkness was clearing from my eyes. I began to notice that I was staring at a blue sky. "Nice sky," I thought. " And the birds seem very active today….Very chirpy……Wait! Sky?"

My brain finally kicked into gear. What was I doing outside? I don't have that ventilated of a room to sleep in! Where am I? That terror I mentioned earlier, was very prominent at the moment. I quickly sat up straight as a soldier.

If I was sight seeing, I would have loved the grassy field and the beautiful flowers around me . . .No, this was time to panic! When I panic, I tend to have conversations with myself. I think this was a good time to open up communication lines with myself.

"Okay, Where am I?" I began my conversation as I stood up, and looking around.

"I was in the bathroom and then the "hole", and then the energy slide, and now. . .here."

"Where is here?" I panned around the field.

"Hey! There's something over there!"

A ways away, towered what looked to be a tall structure. Yes, a structure. I couldn't see what it was so that's what I'll call it for now. This "structure" had to be pretty big since I was far away. Seeing as I was scared, lost, and confused; I went toward the "structure".

Boy, that was one long trek. All the fan fictions and stories make it look easy. I was walking through shin deep grass and flowers. That sort of slows you down. Luckily, I was wearing jeans. Can you image going through it is shorts?

So, a mile later I reached " the structure". Turns out it was on a hill, and very run down. In fact, half of it looked to be gone. I guess you could call it "weathered". I wasn't sure what was up there, but I intended to find out. I then proceeded to climb up the side of this hill.

"Yay," I said out loud.

"Just what I wanted to do today. Go trekking through a field and climb up a hill. Oh, joy!"

I continued grumbling in moody tone as I climbed up the side. Reaching the top was sweet relief. My relief fell short when I found. . .

Rocks.

Yep. . . rocks.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of solid rock. Statues of bearded men stood tall next to the remaining columns. This place looked like an abandoned ruin. The grass had grown over the rocks and stones and statues that had been knocked down. In a way you could call it: Decrepit.

Even though it wasn't the most well kempt facility, it had an old pleasurable feeling to it. (In author talk, that's a nice way of saying that it was "retro.") It reminded me of an old house that had sat for a few hundred years. Except a tad less roof then a house.

I took a commanding view of the valley. Generally it was barren of any sort of landmarks, or even a nice taco stand that would have helped out tremendously. At least you can get directions at a taco stand. No such luck in this case.

Then, in the distance I spotted a moving figure. Two moving figures to be exact. They were on foot, and quite a ways away. Who could they be? Could they be friend or foe? Merchant or car salesmen?

It could be anyone.

I decided to find a place to hide until I could answer these questions. You don't want to just meet a couple of guys and have them sell you a car right off the bat. It could be bad car too. Especially since they were on foot.

Anyway, now that I'm done with that tangent. I hid around the "back" of the structure. Squatting behind some rocks and a column. I waited until they came by. I was some time before they came, but I didn't to move just incase they saw me as they were climbing up. Soon I heard foot steps coming up the side entrance.

They were heavy boots. Like the kind you would where for hiking. I could just see around the out growth of plants that had grown out of the rocks. These men were pretty dirty. In fact, I think I could almost smell them from here. Their hair was greasy and gross looking. There clothes looked rather like they had laid in a lot of dirty places. Maybe they preferred pig styles for beds? Or they had sworn off bathing. Whatever. They were just DIRTY.

They seemed to patrol the area. Stalking carefully and silently. Very Lion-like. I think they were looking for me. They must have seen me…. I could be in deep trouble.

One of them came near me. I held my breath and got out of site. He passed over me. After that, they stopped and looked at each other.

"There appears to be no one here," one said in a low voice.

"Maybe whoever it was left," the other replied. "Or perhaps there was no one was here to begin with."

The first one seemed to move a little. I could only hear what they said.

"Look. There are strange sets of prints in the dirt over here. Have you ever seen such designs on the bottom of a boot?" The first one seemed rather shocked by my simple tennis shoes.

"Do see the size of the prints?" The other one said. "Whoever it is, has very large feet!"

Thanks a lot guys! Its not my fault I have nine and a half size feet. I know I have big feet, but I'm also very tall for a girl. I kind can't help the feet situation. The least they could have done was not mention it.

"The tracks lead out of Weathertop, and go over this way. Should we follow them?"

The second man was very keen on following my trail. I hoped he wouldn't…Wait…Did he just say Weathertop? That sounds vaguely familiar. Wonder where it's from?...Just kidding.

"No," the other replied. "I think we should move on to the Prancing Pony. Gandalf agreed to meet us there. He had one of his trips to Hobbiton and would like to discuss some things. We should be there very soon before he leaves again."

"I see your point," the other dirty man replied. "Lets continue on until night fall."

With that, they got up and left the way they came. I continued to wait until they were a great distance away. During this time, I had a mental freak out. It was about like this:

"Weathertop? What am I doing her? Could he mean that this is really Middle Earth? Maybe its some elaborate hoax, and I'm not really here. Wait, he mentioned Gandalf! It can't be a hoax. How could these men know about Gandalf and Hobbiton if it didn't really exist."

It suddenly hit me that the impossible had happened. How it happened was a mystery, but something strange and glorious had happened to me. I was in Middle Earth.

Whoopy! Break out the sparkling cider and let's celebrate! I'm in Middle Earth all by myself!

… Oh ya. That's a bit of a problem, isn't it? I'm…all by myself in Middle Earth. I should have taken a map shouldn't I? Oh well, tallyho!

I marched out of Weathertop, and headed the opposite direction the men came. I had a hunch it would take me to Rivendell. At least I can see the Elves. They tend to be more understanding of strange situations… I hope.

trip "Great," I mumbled aloud. I can't even walk without tripping. I hope the rest of the journey goes smoothly.

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