Well then, everyone, I'm going to be letting out my inner Hobbit and give you all a gift for my birthday! In other words, here's your newest chapter!
Special thanks go to Aria Breuer, DoctorWhovian18, horseyyay, and Lusse Eldalion!
Disclaimer: *Looks up from eating a cookie* Oh, um, go see chapter 1!
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Abigail's POV
Breath in, breath out, don't faint...Breath in, breath out, don't faint...Breath in, breath out, don't faint... They were here. They were flippin' here! And Pippin had even asked for food! Could this day possibly get any better!?
"Um, we don't, sorry..." Liam said to Pippin, narrowing his eyes, a confused expression on his face. Gosh darn it, Liam, I've taught you about Hobbits!
"Well, we have food back at her house." Miranda jabbed her thumb in my direction. I widened my eyes as I realized what she was trying to do. No way, no way, no way!
I saw Aragorn pull Pippin over and whisper some heated words to him, no doubt something along the lines of "Don't ask for food from strangers". Oh, please. Okay, time to use my skills of deduction that comes when you're a Sherlockian. Well, they weren't that good, but... It was obvious that Aragron, Boromir, Gimli, and Legolas weren't in a trusting mood, Sam was busy making sure that Frodo was okay (Why does that not surprise me?), it looked like Pippin was pouting, and Merry was probably going to join him. Well, that left Gandalf. Alright, let's do this.
"So, Gandalf..." I began, crossing my fingers behind my back. "Is there anything that you're going to need to open that portal back up...?"
"Yes, there is." Gandalf answered. The fish has taken the bait!
"And, y'know, because you're in our world now and don't know anything about it... Wouldn't it be best if we helped you?" C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
"Yes, I suppose so." Aw frig yeah!
I caught Miranda flashing a smirk at me, and I replied with a roll of my eyes. She had better not be planning to get on my case because I'm a genius. Well, not really, but you get the basic notion that I'm going for here. Right?
"Alright then, follow me." I turned and began to leave the clearing, trying hard to push down my excitement. And failing. Miserably.
"Wait, just where are you taking us?" Boromir asked, a hand on his sheathed sword. Jeez, lighten up, buddy. Well, then again, that's kinda calling the kettle black, seeing as to how I treated them when they first arrived...But...
"I'm taking you to Disney Land, obviously!" I huffed, and he frowned. "No, my house is this way. If Gandalf's looking for things, then at least we can have a computer to look 'em up. Also, there's food there."
Boromir opened his mouth, no doubt to ask what the heck a computer was (That's going to be hard to explain), when Pippin and Merry raced by him to come to stop next to me.
"So, there is food? Lots of food?" Pippin asked, eyes widening, as Merry nodded beside him.
"Yes, there's food. What kind of person would I be to not have food around when Hobbits come a knockin'?" I chuckled.
"Well then, lead the way!" Merry announced.
"Merry, Pippin, wait-" Aragorn called to them, but I already began leading them through the woods. I heard a chorus of exasperated sighs behind me, followed by many footsteps. This. Was. Freaking. Incredible.
"Are you sure that this is a good idea?" Miranda asked, jogging to catch up to me.
"Um, why the heck wouldn't it be?" Did she seriously not see what an amazing opportunity this was?
"Well, I dunno, maybe because you've just met them, and they have freaking swords and stuff strapped to them?"
"Lady, I may have only just met them in person, but I've been idolizing them for years. And besides, even if they do, you know, kill us, better to be killed by the freaking Fellowship of the Ring than to have a piano dropped on us or something."
"...Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"You're impossible sometimes." She groaned.
"Oh, I know." I grinned at her.
We eventually made it out of the woods, and Potter let out a bark as he raced to the door of my house. I turned to the Fellowship and held my hands out as if I was presenting my house. Which, in a way, I was.
"That's your home?" Sam asked, eyes growing slightly.
"Yep. Well, I'll admit, it's a bit bigger than most, but-" I began.
"What is it made of?" Merry glanced at it, then at me.
"Um...Bricks...And some kind of wood, I think?" This was received by many confused stares.
"Um, Abigal, what's that?" Pippin asked, pointing to the satellite on the roof.
"First of all, it's pronounced Abigail, not Abigal, and, uh, we'll tell you later." These Hobbits really enjoyed asking questions, didn't they?
Potter barked again, snapping my attention back to the task at hand.
"Well then, allons-y." I said, unable to stop myself from quoting the Tenth Doctor. Miranda giggled, Liam rolled his eyes, and the Fellowship, as usual, simply stared. "It's, uh...oh, nevermind."
"Let's just go." Liam muttered.
"That's what I said, just in French!"
"I know that, I have taken French class!"
"All of us have, bucko."
"I know!"
"Actually, I have to take French, too, but I don't know that much." Miranda piped up, and Liam and I both shushed her.
"What is this "French" that you are both speaking of?" Gandalf asked.
"In Canada, there are two main languages, English, or Westron, or Common Speech, as I think that you call it, I don't really know, and then there's French. We have to be able to speak both." I gestured to Liam, Miranda, and myself. The Fellowship nodded, taking this in. "So if you ever hear anything like je parle le français, that's French."
"And you both are fluent in this language?" Aragorn asked, looking between Liam and I.
"Well, we're pretty high up in it for our grade, but out of group, Jessica knows the most, seeing as she has all of her classes in French." I replied.
"Jessica?" Oh, right, we hadn't told them about her yet...
"Yeah. We have a couple of other friends, too, Jess and Lia. They just aren't here right now."
"Lia and Liam?" Pippin questioned, glancing at our male friend.
"Yes." Liam rolled his eyes.
"Okay, let's just go inside before Potter knocks the door down." I suggested, moving forward with everyone trailing after me. Potter stood whining on the step, tail wagging. I put my hand on the door handle before calling back, "And, um... don't touch anything yet." I followed that up by opening the door and walking into the kitchen. I moved aside as gasps rang out behind me.
"What are these things?" Pippin asked, moving over to examine the refrigerator. They were probably thinking something like "White...boxes...huh...?"
"That," I said, pointing to the object the Hobbit was looking at, "is our fridge. That's the stove, that's the sink, that's the microwave and that's the dishwasher. I do hope that you guys know what a cupboard is, at least."
That explanation was met by an explosion of questions from everybody. "It's a WHAT!?" "What does it do?" "What is it made of?" "Why do you have it?" "What even ARE those things?" And more.
"Okay, okay, everybody QUIET!" I yelled over the din. The noise then died down after that, and I let out a relieved sigh. "Alright, time to explain things to you lot." I walked over to the fridge first. "The fridge is used to keep food and drinks cold." I opened the door to reveal the inside to them, and I saw Pippin's eyes widen beside me. Every member of the Fellowship came over eventually to check it out, and a couple of them even looked around for ice or things like that.
"Is it some form of magic?" Gimli asked, glancing at Gandalf.
"Nope. Just science. Well, and electricity, but that's science, too." I answered.
"Sci-eence?" Merry asked, confusion spread across his features.
"Yeah, um... It's kinda like magic, but anyone can do it if they're clever enough, I guess. It's just an understanding of the world around us and how it works. If you know that, you can sorta delve deeper, and create new things." That was a pretty darn good explanation, if I do say so myself.
"And what is...eelectreecitee?" Hmm, I was expecting Gandalf to be able to pronounce it.
"Umm...You guys know what lightning is, right? It's basically like lightning, but, uh, we're able to...control it? And it can be used to power different things. Don't ask me any more, I would have a very hard time explaining it to you."
"So you are wizards." Boromir accused.
"What!? No! I mean, I wish that I was a wizard, heh, then I could go to Hogwarts or something, but I'm sadly not. We're just, um...more...advanced..." I tried to not make it sound offending.
"What is Hog...warts...?" Sam asked.
"Uh, Harry Potter. It's basically a school for wizards and witches. You go there to go to school, and then everyone gets sorted into their Houses, Gryffindor the Brave, Hufflepuff the Loyal, Ravenclaw the Clever, or Slytherin the Cunning. I myself would be a Ravenclaw, or maybe a Slytherin, but-"
"Abigail..." Miranda cut me off.
"What?"
"You're rambling again."
"Oh, uh, sorry. Just be glad it wasn't Superwholock." I smiled sheepishly.
"What's Su-" Merry began.
"DON'T!" Miranda and Liam instantly screeched. I rolled my eyes.
"Alright then, moving on." I continued, stepping over to the dishwasher. We were in the kitchen for the next half and hour as I showed them all of the appliances and what they did, and listened to their endless amount of questions. At one point Pippin had mentioned how he was hungry again, and I threw a box of raspberries in his direction.
"Sorry, bud, no mushrooms." I told him, and he gave me a confused and disappointed look before beginning to munch on the berries.
Eventually, I managed to get them to the last appliance, the stove. This was going to be...interesting.
"Now, whatever you do, don't touch this." I announced.
"Why...?" Merry asked.
"Because I don't trust any of you with this. You could end up turning a nob, not know what it does, then set your hand on a hot burner or something. If you guys ever want something cooked, either use the microwave (I had seen the looks they had given me when I explained that certain item, and I was sure that they weren't planning to try it out any time soon) or come to Miranda, Liam, or I."
"Sorry, miss, but I'm sure that I've been cooking a whole lot longer than you have been." Sam retorted.
"Alright then, turn it on." I replied with a smirk.
"...What?"
"You heard me, turn on the stove."
"...Alright, I will." And with that, Sam moved over to the appliance. He frowned, seeing as it came up to around his shoulders. His eyes scanned the entire machine, obviously trying to figure out how it worked. He opened the little door at the bottom and peeked his head in, before pulling it back out and trying to look behind it. With a huff, he turned back to the front of it. A few more minutes passed, before he finally muttered, "I don't know how to."
"There you go. That wasn't so hard to admit, now was it?" I flashed a smile at him as he returned to Frodo's side. "Alright, Liam, Miranda, can I please talk to you guys over here?" Said two nodded and followed me into the living room. I'd bet that Legolas could still hear us, but this was the best that I could do.
"Alright, guys, we have something very important to discuss." I began.
"What's that?" Liam asked, frowning.
"I think that it will be best if we vote."
"Um...if we vote for what?"
I glanced at the two of them before raising my hand up.
"I hereby vote that Liam shows them the bathroom."
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And there you have it! I hope that you enjoyed it! ;)
Well then, DoctorWhovian18, Aria Breuer, and Sixty-four K, Team Trench Coat have happily accepted you as one of their own, and have sent each of you your own official trench coat! *Twirls from spot in my own black trench coat*
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