Here, here, here, is the first chapter of many more, that we, The Hobbit Fanciers are doing. First story together, so, have fun and read it! Please…. Pweeeeaaassseee? Ok, good, bye!

~Hoshiko, Purple Monkey, and the ever so insane, I-Love-Hobbits!

Disclaimer: You know the deal.

'OH MY GOD! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!' Colleen's best friend Megan cuffed her on the head.

'SHUT UP!'

The plane they were on was plummeting towards the earth. Colleen hugged her laptop to her, and Megan did the same with a copy of 'The Lord of the Rings' with her "beloved" Frodo on the front, while their other friend Susan clung to her picture of Sam.

            'You guy's are my best friends!' she whined.

            'What race do you call?' Colleen screamed, and they all cried in unison 'hobbit' before hitting the ground, when their world turned black.

            Then next thing Colleen knew was that she was lying on a soft bed. She groaned, and rubbed her eyes. What had just happened? Was she dead?

            'What just happened? Tell me I'm on my bed, with my mom poking my side for me to get up.'

            She was surprised to hear a voice next to her, and she braved the chance of cracking open her eye. It was slightly blurry, and she shut her eye quickly.

            'You're just waking up.' The voice said. 'Estella, are you feeling all right?' it was a woman's voice, and she sounded worried. Colleen almost laughed at the name Estella, and shook her head.

            'You're misunderstanding me, ma'am, my name's Colleen, not Estella.' She said, and the woman laughed.

            'Now don't go trying to fool me, I know you when I see you.'  She replied, and Colleen opened her eyes all the way. Who she saw almost made her scream.

'Who the hell are you?!' she exclaimed, and the woman laughed.

            'Now stop playing games, Estella, and come have some breakfast, hurry now, I need some help with the plates.' She said, and left. Colleen looked around frantically, trying to find a mirror. She found one at the other end of the room, and ran up to it. She looked, and found that it was her face, and her body, well, not her hair. It was curlier than normal, and when she looked down she whined. Her feet were HUGE, and hairy.

            'HOLY CRAP!' she screamed, and covered her mouth. Where had those words come from? They definitely were not English. Now, you would think she would have thought her wildest dreams had come true. She was a 'hobbit fancier' and obsessor of Lord of the Rings. In fact, her two best friends were also hobbit fanciers, and they all had made shirts proclaiming it. Her friend Susan had even cut her hair off so it would be hobbit style. She wrote fan fiction, which in her mind put her in the world of Middle-earth. Obsessed? Yes. Did she care? Nope. But now was a different story.

            'Tell me this is a dream. A wonderful dream that I will WAKE UP FROM any moment!' she called towards herself, and when nothing happened she hung her shoulders, and shook her head. 'Ok, so… I'm a hobbit… named Estella… cool.'

'Get up…' a voice called to Susan. She shook her head, and turned in the bed, putting her hand over her ear.

'Go away…' she said, and the person poked her in the side.

'Ow!' Susan cried, and sat up. 'What?' she asked, and gasped when she saw who was standing there. There was a guy that was staring at her, smiling.

'Mom wants you to get up.' He said, and she shook her head.

'Your mom, maybe. Who the heck are you?' she asked, and the boy laughed.

'You are funny, Rose. It's me, Nick.' He said, and Susan cocked an eyebrow.

'Wilkinson?' she asked, and he shook his head.

'You know, Nick, you're brother. Your younger brother?'

'But… I'm the youngest,' she said, and Nick nodded slowly.

'Riiiight… well, I'm going to get breakfast, join us if you'd like.' He said, and left. Susan looked down in thought.

'WHOAH!!!' she cried out, seeing her feet they were really big and wooly. 'That's messed!' she said poking her foot. It hurt- well, this wasn't a dream. She shook her head, and looked around the room, eyes meeting a mirror. 'What happened to my haircut?' she said, she had just had it done a week before. Her hair was now long, and curlier then it had been. She still looked the same, though.

'Duuuuuude… am I going insane or what?'

Megan reached awkwardly for her glasses. She wasn't wearing them, she could feel it, but she couldn't find them with her hand. She opened her eye slightly, and was surprised to see she could see perfectly fine. She searched for them on her face, just to make sure, but there was nothing there.

'Wow… the worlds so clear!' she said, and sat up. She was laying in her room- but it wasn't her room. It was different, and made of wood rather than the white walls she was used to. She sat up, and looked around, panicking. Where was she, why was she here?

'Daisy Gamgee!' a voice said, and she jumped. 'Time to get yourself around, you promised Samwise you'd help him today!' it was a man. She didn't answer back, and a man's head popped in.

'Daisy, come along, he's almost ready to go.' He said. Maybe Megan was dreaming… he looked like the Gaffer.

'Uh… sorry.' She said, and the old man smiled.

'Not a problem, I know you're not used to getting up this early.' He said. 'Hurry.' He then left Megan there, who shook her head as if to get out a strange thought.

'Daisy?' she asked herself, and started thinking. 'Daisy… Gamgee? Sam's sister… me… Sam's sister? I've spent waaaaay too much time with Susan, I'm dreaming about Sam now.' Well, anyways, what's better than a dream about being in the Shire? She got dressed, and as she hooked some hair behind her ear, she could feel the point on them.

'Cooool, ears and all.' She said, and when she walked out into the dining-room, she was met by the Gaffer and Sam.

'Ready to go to Mr. Frodo's?' Sam said, and Megan nodded eagerly. Frodo… mmmmm…. She loved Frodo. Sam let her out the door after he grabbed his tools and her a pair of gloves. It wasn't a long walk out to Bag End, but she started up a conversation; she wanted to know what time it was; before or after the War of the Ring.

'So… Sam…' she said, and he glanced at her.

'Yes?'

'How have you been?' she asked, and he shrugged.

'Fine.'

'Done anything different lately?'

'No, just gardening.' Sam said, and she nodded.

'All right…' she said, and she should have known it was before the War of the Ring. Sam was still living at home. They now arrived at Bag End, and Megan nodded. It looked like it had in the movie. When they arrived Frodo who had been reading a book on his doorstep greeted them. He smiled when he saw them, and Megan flushed a bright red.

'Hello, Sam! Daisy, come to help today?' Frodo asked, and she grew even redder.

'Yeah.' She said, voice coming out in a squeak.

'That's nice of you.' Frodo said. 'Before you start, would you like some breakfast?' he asked, but as Sam was going to say no thank you, Megan nodded.

'Yes!' she said, and practically dragged Sam inside.

'Daisy, are you feeling all right?' Sam asked, and Megan nodded.

'Yes, I'm feeling wonderful.' She said, and they sat down.

Well, as for Susan and Colleen- they weren't as happy as Megan. After they cautiously ate with their 'family's' they decided to go and explore. As they were walking through Hobbiton, they spotted each other, and both squealed.

'Susan!'

'Hoshiko!'

'Hoshiko!' Colleen finished their normal greeting with a smile. 'Susan, how'd you get here?' she asked, and Susan shook her head.

'I dunno!' Susan said, and looked around. 'I just woke up here!' she said, and noticed the hobbits staring at them. 'Colleen… they're looking at us… oddly.' She said, pointing. Colleen simply smiled, and put her arm around Susan's shoulder.

'Well, of course we woke up here, we've lived here all our lives!' she said, and pulled Susan to the edge of a the woods.

'Smooth Colleen, smooth.' Susan said, rolling her eyes.

'I've got skills like that.' Colleen said, content with herself. 'Ok, what's the last thing you remember?'

'Umm… we were falling to the ground in a plane, and screaming hobbit.' Susan said, Colleen nodded.

'Are we dreaming?' she asked, and poked Susan in the shoulder.

'Owww…' Susan moaned, rubbing her arm.

'Dude… we are not dreaming…' Colleen said.

'Can I poke you now?'

'No.'

'Please?'

'… Fine…' Colleen said, and Susan poked her five times. After a moment Colleen threw Susan's hand off of her. 'Ok! Enough.'

'Fine. So, what are they calling you?' Susan asked, and Colleen rubbed her temples.

'Estella,' she said, and Susan laughed.

'Ha! I'm Rose!' she said, and Colleen looked up.

'Rose what?'

'Um… Cotton…' she suddenly shrieked, and started bouncing. 'Sam marries Rose Cotton!!!' she cried, and someone on the street gave her an odd look. They were used to it, so they paid the traveling hobbit no attention.

'Calm thy self, Susan!' Colleen said, putting a hand up. 'We want to… blend with the other hobbits, not have them proclaim us insane!' she said, but couldn't surpress her happiness any longer. She started laughing, and couldn't stop for a while, until Susan mentioned their other friend.

'Hey, you think Megan's here too?' she asked, and Colleen shrugged.

'Probably.' She said, and looked back into the market place. 'Where would she be?'

'Do you have to ask?'

'No, not really.'

'Right. Where's Bag End?'

'That way.'

Megan was chatting happily with Frodo, learning all the information she already knew about him from him. It was rather unnerving to Sam; his sister never talked this much. She was in mid-sentence, when she suddenly stopped, and just sat there, looking at Frodo.

'Daisy, are you all right?' Frodo asked, and she nodded slowly.

'Y-yes… I'm fine…' she said. It had hit her like a ton of bricks. Memories had suddenly flooded into her mind, and she remembered being Daisy Gamgee, when Daisy had offered to come with Sam today, when she had first learned to sew- all of it suddenly came back to her. She shook it off, though, and smiled. 'Yeah… I'm all right.'

When everyone had finished with breakfast, Sam and Megan had gone outside to work in the gardens. It was a lovely September day, and the sun was perfectly warm, yet not too hot. It was in the middle of the day, when they were taking a break, did Megan hear the voices of two familiar people.

'Megan!' the first one called, and Megan turned to find Colleen and Susan running towards her. Both were absolutely beaming. When they came up to her, they started pulling her off to the other side of the house, but got a little sidetracked.

Susan suddenly stopped, and stared, a really weird look on her face.

'S… s…. sa…' she mumbled, and Megan and Colleen hit their heads in unison.

'Oh my God.'

'She found him.' Susan was at the moment looking at Sam like she was an idiot. She then got a hold of herself… well, enough to talk, anyway.

'Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmm…' she muttered, and watched the hobbit who was talking with Frodo. 'He- he's sitting right in front of me…' she said, and when he looked up and smiled at her she turned as red as a cherry. She hardly moved as Megan and Colleen shoved her over to the other side off the hobbit-hole.

'You're gaping…' Megan said, and Susan shook her head.

'So, what did you do when you first looked at Frodo?' she asked, and Megan looked down. 'See? Ha! I'm not the weird one!'

'I really don't understand you two.' Colleen said, and shook her head. 'We're in another world, and you're watching hobbit-guys. Megan, who are you?'

'I'm Megan… your best friend…' she said, and Colleen dropped her head.

'No, I mean, what have they been calling you?'

'Oh! Daisy Gamgee!' she said, and Susan opened her mouth.

'What?! I wanna be Sam's sister!' she said, and Colleen practically whined the next part.

'You're Rose Cotton! You marry Sam, remember?'

'Oh yeah…'

'Who are you?' Megan asked Colleen and she shrugged.

'Estella… Bolger, I think.' Colleen said, and Megan laughed. 'What?'

'You're… oh, never mind…' She said, and Colleen shook her head.

'Why me….? Why am I the one who doesn't know things?' she said to the sky, and Susan shrugged.

'Because you're weird.' She said, and Colleen laughed.

'I know, you don't have to tell me. So, we were sucked into Middle-earth after a plane crash that we should be dead from…'

'And that we caused.' Megan pointed out, and Colleen shook her head.

'Why Susan? Why did you have to make me laugh?' she said. She had been laughing in the cockpit too hard, and had accidentally hit the pilot in the back of the head, and he had blacked out- there was no co-pilot, and none of them knew how to fly a plane.

'Oh, so now it's my fault!' Susan said, but Megan put up her hands.

'No, it's no one's fault.' She glanced at Colleen, 'what are we going to do?'

'Like all Mary-sues do.' Colleen proclaimed, and Megan and Susan inclined their heads. 'Well, how about we don't do what all Mary-Sues do. Let's… try to fit it, and not attract attention, being neither perfect, nor graceful, as I know none of us really are.' Megan hit her head, and Susan nodded.

'We know.' She said, there had been many times in their old world where none proved either.

'And not drool over the hobbits.' Megan added, and Susan pouted.

'Well fine.'

'What day's today, any one know?'

'Oh! I do, Frodo told me. It's… twenty first of September.' Megan said triumphantly, and as the other two started back to the front of the house, Colleen stopped them by putting up her hand.

'Are you sure?'

'Yeah…'

'Guys… Frodo and the others leave in two days.'