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Journey to the Past

Chapter 3

Violet played along, smiled and was about to introduce herself when Gandalf cut her off.

"Hello, young Violet Hobson. You are late due back I think." How can he know my name? I haven't been here that long for these people to be talking about me, have I? Violet wondered.

"Hello, Gandalf. Yes, I have been away long, but as you know my parents thought it best." Where had that come from? The voice had been Violet's, it had come out of her mouth, but she didn't know this guy. Yet, somehow, the words she said seemed true. She had the feeling she had been kept away from this place by someone, her parents.

"Yes, these are dark times, I fear. But, come, I have much I wish to discuss with you," Gandalf said, offering his cart. Violet knew it couldn't get worse, so she climbed in and rode with him a ways.

"You are scared and confused? You feel at home here, but not at home, am I right?" he finally spoke.

"Yes, how did you know that?"

"A wizard knows these things, my dear. I was sent to find you, and make sure you were safe. I see that you are. Good."

"But how do you know me? Why am I here? How do I get back home?" Violet begged.

Gandalf laughed and pulled out his pipe., smoking on it and thinking deeply. "You used to live here, you were very young, many hobbits don't remember your mother as more than a rumor now. But you lived and played her like all other hobbit children. Then one day, the sky began to darken. There began rumors of threats in the East, so your parents hid you for your own protection. You were found and cared for and raised, and now it seems you have returned! This is your home, this is where you belong, Violet."

She thought the words over. Somewhere deep down inside, she hated to admit it but, she knew Gandalf was right. She did feel more at ease, more normal here. Things seemed to fit better for her here. She was going to have to live here for a while anyways, until she found out how she got here for her apartment.

"Alright, so I used to live here, and now I'm back. Where does that leave me now?"

"You may do whatever you choose, young hobbit. I have told you all I have in my power to tell. Your parents hid you to protect you and help fight for Middle-earth. They are no longer here, but you will be received and welcomed by the hobbits, have no fear."

"So, I really am a hobbit?" Violet asked, although she felt she already knew the answer.

"What does your heart say?" was Gandalf's reply.

She searched her heart. She couldn't find any proof that she wasn't a hobbit, and if she was going to live here, she might as well try to acclimate and fit in. "I think so…I'm not sure, but I can't see why I'm not one," she answered, unsure.

"There you have it. You will be fine here, I think you will even find you can be happy," Gandalf told her with a secret smile. He stopped the cart at a modest-looking home, built into a hill like all the other hobbit homes. It looked as though it had been deserted for many years. This place brought back memories long forgotten.

"Here we are, your new home," the old wizard chirped happily.

"You expect me to live here?" Violet asked incredulously. Even if you spent a decade, it didn't seem like it would help the place.

"It was your mother's home, and your father when he was here. I figure you would be most comfortable and at ease here." Gandalf said, hopping down form the cart, and helping Violet down as well.

They walked up and inspected the house, inside and out. It seemed secure and sturdy enough. It was the perfect size for Violet, a tight squeeze for poor Gandalf. Seeing as she was settled, the wizard said his goodbyes, claiming he had to make a stop at Bag End and speak with Frodo.

"Now I know how Alice felt," Violet said as she began cleaning up the house, and making it habitable. Things were going from bizarre to twilight zone, but at least now she had a place of her own to stay in, a pretty nice house by the looks of it. Violet inspected the house top to bottom, cupboards, closets, chests, bookcases, finding whatever information she could to help her understand her new surroundings. Finally she came across various drawings over the fireplace mantle. It was her as a little girl, and two adults holding her and smiling. Those must be my parents, she thought. She could see the resemblances in her mothers face and her father's posture and attitude. Her heart told her the intuition was correct.

"Well then, I guess I'm home," Violet stated as she flopped into an easy chair and began reading some history of hobbits. She had to learn this stuff and fast, it looked like she was going to be here for a while.

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