Angela May James awoke the next morning. "After that long night out, I
guess you're entitled to sleep in." Her mother grumbled. Angela stared at
the calendar. January 14. The day she'd woken up, and found an overgrown
hobbit in her class. However, now she knew better than to hope this had
been a warning.
Angela sat at her desk, remembering every detail of her adventure with the strange Hobbits..."I wonder if the mad magician who sent me there would throw me back?" she thought out loud.
In class that day, Angela went through her routine, unaware that her unknown magician was contemplating her strength. Frodo Baggins had led a long and depressed life after the ending of the ring, unsure of what he should have done with Angela's time with him.
"I wonder if I were to offer them an existence in my world if they would accept?"
Frodo Baggins held his uncle's blue blade Sting next to his throat. "What is this life? Wealthy and yet despised, poor yet respected? It's all circular reasoning!" Frodo started to push the blade against his skin, when an amused voice spoke up.
"And ruin your only chance to see Angela?" Frodo dropped the knife in alarm. A magician clad in black stood in his doorway, sending smoky black smoke rings around Frodo's head. "There's a place you can wait for her. However, once you enter it, you may never exit."
Frodo quickly calculated the likelihood of Angela's going for it. "Why would I? She hated me while she was here, never able to get home. Why would she want to go to wherever you're sending me?"
The man smiled. "She came to escort you home, and then to destroy the demon. However, he wants a rematch, and I'm offering to send you to lower earth. However, only the elf Aidan will be able to send you home, and he has a fierce dislike of humans and myself. Something that happened many years before even Gandalf's time forced Aidan to flee this world."
Frodo grinned. "You haven't told me why she wants to come yet." The man slammed his fist on the table. "She loves you, you fool! Can't either of you see it?" The man towered over the hobbit.
He spoke in a language the hobbit didn't wish to understand, and slowly the hobbit felt himself stretching and thinning, his body becoming youthful again, his white hair dark brown, his stringy muscles tight again. "Now, if the thought of seeing Angela, and keeping this body until Aidan wishes to send you back doesn't suit you, I'll strike you with lightning, and heal your malformed brain!"
Gandalf slammed the door open. "RoeInn the black, I should have known it was you, all those years ago! Sending that little Angela to die on mount doom, and cursing Frodo's existence with mourning!"
Gandalf stopped abruptly. Frodo looked hopeful. He was also the size of a human, near 17 years of age. "What have you done to this hobbit? Change him back at once! This is unacceptable for a wizard of your standing!"
RoeInn the black smirked. "Oh really? When did I become a wizard of standards? Besides, I have offered Frodo what he has been wanting for 75 years. A chance to see his Angel in Deeper Earth." Gandalf's jaw dropped. RoeInn puffed his pipe, contented that Frodo would do exactly as predicted. Choose human life, and end middle earth, or persuade Angela to choose hobbit life, and end High earth. However, in Deeper Earth, he could not monitor their progress, but within a hundred years, he expected it done. Deeper Earth wasn't a pleasant place to live.
"Well, Frodo Baggins? Has your mind been set?" Frodo closed his eyes,, imagining Angela's laughing face. "Yes." Frodo opened his eyes. "I have."
Angela sat at her desk, remembering every detail of her adventure with the strange Hobbits..."I wonder if the mad magician who sent me there would throw me back?" she thought out loud.
In class that day, Angela went through her routine, unaware that her unknown magician was contemplating her strength. Frodo Baggins had led a long and depressed life after the ending of the ring, unsure of what he should have done with Angela's time with him.
"I wonder if I were to offer them an existence in my world if they would accept?"
Frodo Baggins held his uncle's blue blade Sting next to his throat. "What is this life? Wealthy and yet despised, poor yet respected? It's all circular reasoning!" Frodo started to push the blade against his skin, when an amused voice spoke up.
"And ruin your only chance to see Angela?" Frodo dropped the knife in alarm. A magician clad in black stood in his doorway, sending smoky black smoke rings around Frodo's head. "There's a place you can wait for her. However, once you enter it, you may never exit."
Frodo quickly calculated the likelihood of Angela's going for it. "Why would I? She hated me while she was here, never able to get home. Why would she want to go to wherever you're sending me?"
The man smiled. "She came to escort you home, and then to destroy the demon. However, he wants a rematch, and I'm offering to send you to lower earth. However, only the elf Aidan will be able to send you home, and he has a fierce dislike of humans and myself. Something that happened many years before even Gandalf's time forced Aidan to flee this world."
Frodo grinned. "You haven't told me why she wants to come yet." The man slammed his fist on the table. "She loves you, you fool! Can't either of you see it?" The man towered over the hobbit.
He spoke in a language the hobbit didn't wish to understand, and slowly the hobbit felt himself stretching and thinning, his body becoming youthful again, his white hair dark brown, his stringy muscles tight again. "Now, if the thought of seeing Angela, and keeping this body until Aidan wishes to send you back doesn't suit you, I'll strike you with lightning, and heal your malformed brain!"
Gandalf slammed the door open. "RoeInn the black, I should have known it was you, all those years ago! Sending that little Angela to die on mount doom, and cursing Frodo's existence with mourning!"
Gandalf stopped abruptly. Frodo looked hopeful. He was also the size of a human, near 17 years of age. "What have you done to this hobbit? Change him back at once! This is unacceptable for a wizard of your standing!"
RoeInn the black smirked. "Oh really? When did I become a wizard of standards? Besides, I have offered Frodo what he has been wanting for 75 years. A chance to see his Angel in Deeper Earth." Gandalf's jaw dropped. RoeInn puffed his pipe, contented that Frodo would do exactly as predicted. Choose human life, and end middle earth, or persuade Angela to choose hobbit life, and end High earth. However, in Deeper Earth, he could not monitor their progress, but within a hundred years, he expected it done. Deeper Earth wasn't a pleasant place to live.
"Well, Frodo Baggins? Has your mind been set?" Frodo closed his eyes,, imagining Angela's laughing face. "Yes." Frodo opened his eyes. "I have."