Perfect Timing!!!!
Disclaimer; Everything in this story belongs to J.R.R Tolkien.
A/N; Story Recap; Three friends, Saz, Roch and Kooky (me) who attend a Wizarding school have been sucked into a vortex and have landed in the Shire in Middle Earth. A bouncy travelling Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins has found them and he is prepared to give them shelter in his home, Bag End, but he also lives with his dashing nephew Frodo, who Saz has got a keen eye on. But what no-body knows is that it's near a very important time, as the Ring is about to awaken…
SO! What will happen next? Will Saz get Frodo under her thumb? Will Frodo take the three friends with him on his journey, or will the time- continuum be totally disrupted? Read on to find out…!
CHAPTER TWO
Reality Hits Home
"You going to eat that pie?" asked Bilbo, looking directly at Kooky who was feeling a little homesick.
Before them on the long dining table was a wonderful spread, of cheese, bread, pies, cupcakes, scones, biscuits and more sandwiches to Roch's delight. Frodo, Saz, Roch and Bilbo were gobbling away but Kooky was feeling out of place in Bag End.
"No, you have it," she replied, and handed it over to him. As she touched his little hand, it occurred to her why she was feeling different. Not that she was magical and Hobbits weren't, but that she was so much taller the village folk and it didn't seem right at all. Bilbo watched her as she leant back in her chair, sighing away.
"Er… Kooky is it?" he asked, and she nodded. "I expect you feel a bit of a giant sat around here, but don't feel bad. We don't mind, and neither should you. We accept every race and every person. Although everyone's an individual, there's no need to feel different."
Kooky smiled gratefully, and knew Bilbo was right. After that she seemed to have her appetite back and ate more food than she thought she could ever handle.
"And we're going to have the whole grounds littered with lights and banners!" Bilbo was saying, as night set in over Hobbiton. The guests and Hobbits were now sipping tea near the fire, listening to Bilbo talk of his plans for his eleventy-first birthday party. "And my old friends will no doubt be back… not to mention nagging relatives… but! All in good cheer! We'll drink and be merry all the night through, discussing anything that comes up! Even if it is, 'why is the grass green?' we shall talk of it! It will the best party anyone's ever had!"
As the guests oohed and aahed, Frodo was eyeing his Uncle with a little suspicion. Bilbo was up to something, what he could not tell, but he knew it had something to do with longing… longing for something he had experienced before.
"Well!" said Bilbo, as the clock chimed ten o'clock. "It's late and I expect you are tired. I will show you to your rooms, and tomorrow, I'll see if I can get some good clothes for you!"
Bilbo led them to their rooms and left them to get ready while he saw to candles in the hall.
"Goodnight my new friends," said Bilbo peeking round the bedroom door when Kooky, Roch and Saz were all tucked up in three very comfortable beds, and too full to keep their eyes open.
"Goodnight Bilbo," muttered Roch, and started to yawn.
Bilbo closed the door and the only light that was coming into the room now was that of the moon. Although they were all very sleepy, Kooky didn't want to close her eyes. What the hell had happened? They were in a strange new world, with strange new people and creatures, and they had no idea how to get back home, or if it was even possible. This suddenly hit Kooky very hard and she sat up quickly.
"We're trapped," she whispered into the darkness, and Saz stirred.
"Go sleep Kooks," she mumbled.
"I can't!" gasped Kooky. "We're away from home in a new realm, almost, and we have no sign of how to get back!"
"So?"
"SO?" Kooky cried, and Rochelle squeaked from her dream before falling silent again. "So? What do you mean? We may be in danger! Our teachers, parents, everyone at school will be worried! We did just disappear you know!"
Saz sat up, and rubbed her eyes. Rochelle was sleeping, and occasionally mumbling some rubbish about Herbology homework.
"Kooky, this happened to us, and we don't know why," she said, "but what we do know is that we are living, we are ok, and we are experiencing new things. It doesn't even matter if we don't get our essays in on time! We're breathing and having what is probably going to be the experience of a life-time so don't worry!"
Kooky smiled gratefully at Saz, and Saz returned it.
"Ok," said Kooky. "I'll just think about what strange clothes Bilbo's going to get us tomorrow," she added slipping down underneath the covers, and Saz laughed. They had no idea how they'd look tomorrow, and to be honest, they couldn't wait.
The next morning everyone was up and about in Hobbiton, including Bilbo and Frodo.
"You three stay home, while I get the clothes," said Bilbo as he put on his coat. "We can't have you being seen in pyjamas can we?"
The three friends nodded. They had explained to him the night before why they were wearing such strange material, and Bilbo had quite kindly understood their situation.
"I shall be back shortly, and when I return you can try on your new outfits! Then when you are ready I will take you around Hobbiton on a guided tour!"
Bilbo bowed to them and went out of the door. Frodo followed, as he was going to read a book in the quiet forest.
The house was quiet without the ramblings of happy Hobbits, and Kooky, Roch and Saz felt alone somehow.
"Let's prepare ourselves for what will come home," said Roch giggling. "A hobbit piled up with clothes, all hobbit-like and hobbit-made."
Saz nodded. "Yep! That'll be Bilbo."
Meanwhile, as Frodo was reading under a tree, a soft singing voice was heard drifting through the air and it was extremely familiar. As quick as a flash Frodo was on his feet and running towards the main road, were the sound of hooves pulling a cart could be heard. Upon the cart was a very tall wizard, with grey robes, a grey pointy hat and a long white beard. His eyes were glinting and he was humming a song merrily.
"GANDALF!" Frodo cried, as he jumped onto cart, hugging the old wizard that laughed.
"Hello Frodo!"
Frodo broke away and grinned. "It's wonderful to see you! It's been so long!"
"It's been TOO long, Frodo," Gandalf replied, and ruffled Frodo's hair playfully. "So!" he carried on as he made the horse walk on. "How's Bilbo?"
"Oh, the usual." Frodo answered laughing. "You know him. Wandering round, organising everything left right and centre. He seems very excited about this party he's organised."
"Oh yes! An unexpected Party!" chuckled Gandalf. "Though it was clear to me that Bilbo would have to have one, way before he told me his plans."
Frodo looked up at the smiling wizard gleefully. It was brilliant to see him again, as he was so alive somehow.
"Well, I'd better be off," said Frodo, getting up and leaning off the side of the cart. "I'll see you soon."
"Alright then!" said Gandalf, and they waved goodbye as Frodo jumped off and away.
"OH MY!" Rochelle cried. "These are wonderful!"
Back at Bag End, Bilbo had returned with clothes of such great quality and abundance that the three friends couldn't believe it. Cloaks, little trousers and skirts, tops of every colour… Kooky immediately picked out a blue and purple coat and put it on. It was very smart.
"I thought you'd like them," said Bilbo smiling. "My party is tonight, so I got some dancing clothes as well. The tailor was very surprised when I told him what size to make the clothes!"
Saz and Roch laughed while Kooky looked at the cloaks and picked out a brown woollen one with a green leaf clip. It was very light and warm.
"Well! I expect…" began Bilbo, but was cut short by a knocking at the door. "Er, excuse me!" he said hastily his expression turning a little sour as he walked into the entrance hall.
"NO THANK YOU!" they heard him call. "We don't want any party-goers, well-wishers, or anything like that!"
There was a muffled reply from the other side of the door, and Bilbo flung it open in delight.
"Gandalf?"
"Bilbo Baggins," grinned the Wizard, and Bilbo ran into his arms.
"GANDALF!"
There was a few moments of chatter, but then the Wizard entered and spotted the three young witches examining the clothes joyfully. He seemed very surprised.
"My, my!" he said scratching his head. "Well-wishers?"
"Er, no!" Bilbo said. "Guests! From… somewhere or other! They come from a place called Candlelit Craft, I don't know where that is…"
Gandalf eyed them curiously, and they smiled nervously. He looked curiously into Kooky's eyes and suddenly it hit him. He saw a swirling hole, and a vision of a school in the future, and knew they were witches.
"AH!" he said, nodding. "I know. Well, what a pickle! You have arrived when there has been commotion and rushing to get things done for the party tonight! I expect you shall be attending?"
"Oh yes," said Roch. "For certain."
"Good!" Gandalf replied. "The more the merrier, I say!"
"And I quite agree," said Bilbo who took Gandalf into the kitchen to get some tea.
About half an hour later, when Roch, Kooky and Saz had sorted out who had what piece of clothing and arguments had been settled, Kooky decided to put her clothes on her bed for the time being until the time of the party arrived. As she was coming out, she noticed raised voices from the kitchen, and succumbing to curiosity, she crept to the door and stood silently listening to Gandalf and Bilbo.
"I need a holiday, Gandalf," Bilbo was saying. "A very long holiday… and I don't expect I shall return… in fact… I mean not to!"
Kooky couldn't believe it. Bilbo was going to leave and Gandalf was letting him? It wasn't right. Nothing was right.
"Well I respect that, but don't cause a scene, PLEASE Bilbo," Gandalf said standing up. "It will do you no favours. Frodo will be staying?"
"Yes, yes he will…" Bilbo sighed sadly. "I dare not ask him to accompany me. Well!" he said suddenly perking up. "Until tonight!"
"Until tonight…"
Kooky rested her back against the wall. He was leaving for good, and leaving Frodo all on his own… and he didn't even know his Uncle was going to do it.
It's not your business though, if Bilbo does leave, said a strange deep voice in her head quickly, and it sounded like Gandalf's. Leave him be. It is only your business of what happens after. Frodo will not be alone. I will be here, and so will his friends… no doubt you and your companions will be too. Not forget about this and have fun.
Kooky ran out through the hall and back into the living room. Gandalf stepped out of the kitchen and faced down the hall Kooky had just been, as her shadow disappeared. He smiled to himself before following her…
A/N; well then! What's gonna happen now? Will Kooky tell her friends of what she heard? Will they really be safe? What will Bilbo's party hold? Tune in next time, to CHAPTER THREE!
Hope you're liking this btw! I'm putting a lot into it!
See ya round!
LOTR
Disclaimer; Everything in this story belongs to J.R.R Tolkien.
A/N; Story Recap; Three friends, Saz, Roch and Kooky (me) who attend a Wizarding school have been sucked into a vortex and have landed in the Shire in Middle Earth. A bouncy travelling Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins has found them and he is prepared to give them shelter in his home, Bag End, but he also lives with his dashing nephew Frodo, who Saz has got a keen eye on. But what no-body knows is that it's near a very important time, as the Ring is about to awaken…
SO! What will happen next? Will Saz get Frodo under her thumb? Will Frodo take the three friends with him on his journey, or will the time- continuum be totally disrupted? Read on to find out…!
CHAPTER TWO
Reality Hits Home
"You going to eat that pie?" asked Bilbo, looking directly at Kooky who was feeling a little homesick.
Before them on the long dining table was a wonderful spread, of cheese, bread, pies, cupcakes, scones, biscuits and more sandwiches to Roch's delight. Frodo, Saz, Roch and Bilbo were gobbling away but Kooky was feeling out of place in Bag End.
"No, you have it," she replied, and handed it over to him. As she touched his little hand, it occurred to her why she was feeling different. Not that she was magical and Hobbits weren't, but that she was so much taller the village folk and it didn't seem right at all. Bilbo watched her as she leant back in her chair, sighing away.
"Er… Kooky is it?" he asked, and she nodded. "I expect you feel a bit of a giant sat around here, but don't feel bad. We don't mind, and neither should you. We accept every race and every person. Although everyone's an individual, there's no need to feel different."
Kooky smiled gratefully, and knew Bilbo was right. After that she seemed to have her appetite back and ate more food than she thought she could ever handle.
"And we're going to have the whole grounds littered with lights and banners!" Bilbo was saying, as night set in over Hobbiton. The guests and Hobbits were now sipping tea near the fire, listening to Bilbo talk of his plans for his eleventy-first birthday party. "And my old friends will no doubt be back… not to mention nagging relatives… but! All in good cheer! We'll drink and be merry all the night through, discussing anything that comes up! Even if it is, 'why is the grass green?' we shall talk of it! It will the best party anyone's ever had!"
As the guests oohed and aahed, Frodo was eyeing his Uncle with a little suspicion. Bilbo was up to something, what he could not tell, but he knew it had something to do with longing… longing for something he had experienced before.
"Well!" said Bilbo, as the clock chimed ten o'clock. "It's late and I expect you are tired. I will show you to your rooms, and tomorrow, I'll see if I can get some good clothes for you!"
Bilbo led them to their rooms and left them to get ready while he saw to candles in the hall.
"Goodnight my new friends," said Bilbo peeking round the bedroom door when Kooky, Roch and Saz were all tucked up in three very comfortable beds, and too full to keep their eyes open.
"Goodnight Bilbo," muttered Roch, and started to yawn.
Bilbo closed the door and the only light that was coming into the room now was that of the moon. Although they were all very sleepy, Kooky didn't want to close her eyes. What the hell had happened? They were in a strange new world, with strange new people and creatures, and they had no idea how to get back home, or if it was even possible. This suddenly hit Kooky very hard and she sat up quickly.
"We're trapped," she whispered into the darkness, and Saz stirred.
"Go sleep Kooks," she mumbled.
"I can't!" gasped Kooky. "We're away from home in a new realm, almost, and we have no sign of how to get back!"
"So?"
"SO?" Kooky cried, and Rochelle squeaked from her dream before falling silent again. "So? What do you mean? We may be in danger! Our teachers, parents, everyone at school will be worried! We did just disappear you know!"
Saz sat up, and rubbed her eyes. Rochelle was sleeping, and occasionally mumbling some rubbish about Herbology homework.
"Kooky, this happened to us, and we don't know why," she said, "but what we do know is that we are living, we are ok, and we are experiencing new things. It doesn't even matter if we don't get our essays in on time! We're breathing and having what is probably going to be the experience of a life-time so don't worry!"
Kooky smiled gratefully at Saz, and Saz returned it.
"Ok," said Kooky. "I'll just think about what strange clothes Bilbo's going to get us tomorrow," she added slipping down underneath the covers, and Saz laughed. They had no idea how they'd look tomorrow, and to be honest, they couldn't wait.
The next morning everyone was up and about in Hobbiton, including Bilbo and Frodo.
"You three stay home, while I get the clothes," said Bilbo as he put on his coat. "We can't have you being seen in pyjamas can we?"
The three friends nodded. They had explained to him the night before why they were wearing such strange material, and Bilbo had quite kindly understood their situation.
"I shall be back shortly, and when I return you can try on your new outfits! Then when you are ready I will take you around Hobbiton on a guided tour!"
Bilbo bowed to them and went out of the door. Frodo followed, as he was going to read a book in the quiet forest.
The house was quiet without the ramblings of happy Hobbits, and Kooky, Roch and Saz felt alone somehow.
"Let's prepare ourselves for what will come home," said Roch giggling. "A hobbit piled up with clothes, all hobbit-like and hobbit-made."
Saz nodded. "Yep! That'll be Bilbo."
Meanwhile, as Frodo was reading under a tree, a soft singing voice was heard drifting through the air and it was extremely familiar. As quick as a flash Frodo was on his feet and running towards the main road, were the sound of hooves pulling a cart could be heard. Upon the cart was a very tall wizard, with grey robes, a grey pointy hat and a long white beard. His eyes were glinting and he was humming a song merrily.
"GANDALF!" Frodo cried, as he jumped onto cart, hugging the old wizard that laughed.
"Hello Frodo!"
Frodo broke away and grinned. "It's wonderful to see you! It's been so long!"
"It's been TOO long, Frodo," Gandalf replied, and ruffled Frodo's hair playfully. "So!" he carried on as he made the horse walk on. "How's Bilbo?"
"Oh, the usual." Frodo answered laughing. "You know him. Wandering round, organising everything left right and centre. He seems very excited about this party he's organised."
"Oh yes! An unexpected Party!" chuckled Gandalf. "Though it was clear to me that Bilbo would have to have one, way before he told me his plans."
Frodo looked up at the smiling wizard gleefully. It was brilliant to see him again, as he was so alive somehow.
"Well, I'd better be off," said Frodo, getting up and leaning off the side of the cart. "I'll see you soon."
"Alright then!" said Gandalf, and they waved goodbye as Frodo jumped off and away.
"OH MY!" Rochelle cried. "These are wonderful!"
Back at Bag End, Bilbo had returned with clothes of such great quality and abundance that the three friends couldn't believe it. Cloaks, little trousers and skirts, tops of every colour… Kooky immediately picked out a blue and purple coat and put it on. It was very smart.
"I thought you'd like them," said Bilbo smiling. "My party is tonight, so I got some dancing clothes as well. The tailor was very surprised when I told him what size to make the clothes!"
Saz and Roch laughed while Kooky looked at the cloaks and picked out a brown woollen one with a green leaf clip. It was very light and warm.
"Well! I expect…" began Bilbo, but was cut short by a knocking at the door. "Er, excuse me!" he said hastily his expression turning a little sour as he walked into the entrance hall.
"NO THANK YOU!" they heard him call. "We don't want any party-goers, well-wishers, or anything like that!"
There was a muffled reply from the other side of the door, and Bilbo flung it open in delight.
"Gandalf?"
"Bilbo Baggins," grinned the Wizard, and Bilbo ran into his arms.
"GANDALF!"
There was a few moments of chatter, but then the Wizard entered and spotted the three young witches examining the clothes joyfully. He seemed very surprised.
"My, my!" he said scratching his head. "Well-wishers?"
"Er, no!" Bilbo said. "Guests! From… somewhere or other! They come from a place called Candlelit Craft, I don't know where that is…"
Gandalf eyed them curiously, and they smiled nervously. He looked curiously into Kooky's eyes and suddenly it hit him. He saw a swirling hole, and a vision of a school in the future, and knew they were witches.
"AH!" he said, nodding. "I know. Well, what a pickle! You have arrived when there has been commotion and rushing to get things done for the party tonight! I expect you shall be attending?"
"Oh yes," said Roch. "For certain."
"Good!" Gandalf replied. "The more the merrier, I say!"
"And I quite agree," said Bilbo who took Gandalf into the kitchen to get some tea.
About half an hour later, when Roch, Kooky and Saz had sorted out who had what piece of clothing and arguments had been settled, Kooky decided to put her clothes on her bed for the time being until the time of the party arrived. As she was coming out, she noticed raised voices from the kitchen, and succumbing to curiosity, she crept to the door and stood silently listening to Gandalf and Bilbo.
"I need a holiday, Gandalf," Bilbo was saying. "A very long holiday… and I don't expect I shall return… in fact… I mean not to!"
Kooky couldn't believe it. Bilbo was going to leave and Gandalf was letting him? It wasn't right. Nothing was right.
"Well I respect that, but don't cause a scene, PLEASE Bilbo," Gandalf said standing up. "It will do you no favours. Frodo will be staying?"
"Yes, yes he will…" Bilbo sighed sadly. "I dare not ask him to accompany me. Well!" he said suddenly perking up. "Until tonight!"
"Until tonight…"
Kooky rested her back against the wall. He was leaving for good, and leaving Frodo all on his own… and he didn't even know his Uncle was going to do it.
It's not your business though, if Bilbo does leave, said a strange deep voice in her head quickly, and it sounded like Gandalf's. Leave him be. It is only your business of what happens after. Frodo will not be alone. I will be here, and so will his friends… no doubt you and your companions will be too. Not forget about this and have fun.
Kooky ran out through the hall and back into the living room. Gandalf stepped out of the kitchen and faced down the hall Kooky had just been, as her shadow disappeared. He smiled to himself before following her…
A/N; well then! What's gonna happen now? Will Kooky tell her friends of what she heard? Will they really be safe? What will Bilbo's party hold? Tune in next time, to CHAPTER THREE!
Hope you're liking this btw! I'm putting a lot into it!
See ya round!
LOTR
