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"Alright, what are you doing in Mr. Frodo's garden?" The "midget" was
speaking. This statement surprised Emelie for a number of reasons.
1. He had an odd accent
2. His voice sounded familiar (Especially the way he said Mr. Frodo)
3. She had definitely heard the name Frodo before.
Frodo...Emelie thought, racking her brain furiously. It didn't
take long. Frodo was who Alycia and Nicole were always talking about. One
of the characters from that blasted Lord of the Rings.
"Come on, out with it!" The man had his arms crossed,
and Emelie realized that she was supposed to answer this question. However,
she felt very uncomfortable lying on the hard ground, so she stood up and
smoothed her robe. She was about a foot and a half taller than the poor
fellow, and as he looked up at her, all his courage seemed to melt away
and his lower lip trembled like he was going to scream.
Not knowing what else to do, Emelie got down on
one knee so that she was eye level with the man. He stepped back, frightened.
"Don't be afraid!" She said quietly, concealing the fear that had just
gripped her body. She knew she was lost, but had no idea where she
was or how to get back. "I'm not going to hurt you! I just want to know
where I am."
The short man trembled and said, "You-you're in
the shire, Ma- Ma'am. "
Emelie's face became like stone. "The shire?" She said coldly.
"Yes, Ma'am. You're in Mr. Frodo Baggin's garden."
Emelie closed her eyes and placed a hand on her forehead. "It's all
right, Em, you're just dreaming. You'll wake up and be back home in a few
minutes." she whispered to herself. Well, if I'm dreaming, I might as
well make the most of it. She looked at the man, who was staring at
her, probably thinking she was either nuts or schizophrenic. "What's your
name?" The man looked up. "Samwise Gamgee." Emelie backed up a step. This
is it. I've entered hell. Also known as Lord of the Rings land. Either
that or I've gone completely insane. She swallowed nervously. "Umm...do
you think you could please introduce me to this...Mr. Frodo?" Sam seemed
to brighten up at this, probably eager to get rid of this giant, and lead
Emelie around the side of what appeared to be a small hill. When they rounded
the hill, she blinked in surprise. There was a path and a fence and there
was a little round door on the side of the hill. She looked in the other
direction, and gasped. The scenery was gorgeous. There were little hills
and fields of wildflowers, and everything looked so peaceful. A sharp rap
gave her a start, and she looked back at Sam. He was knocking on the circular
door, and calling, "Mr. Frodo? It's me, Sam." Emelie watched in amazement
as the door swung inwards and another person, just as short, if not shorter,
peeked out. "Sam, you don't have to knock, you can come-" He stopped as
he noticed the fiery haired, string bean skinny, apparently human girl
towering behind him. Emelie was tall for her age, and she stood taller
than all the other kids in the Freshman class. It was awkward in school,
and it was even more of a pain now.
"Uh....who is your friend, Sam?" Frodo asked, eyes
never leaving Emelie.
"Friend?" Sam said indignantly, "She's no friend of mine, and you know
that Mr. Frodo. I found her lying in your garden out back. She doesn't
know where she is, apparently and-" he glanced up at Emelie, and then leaned
towards Frodo in a secretive manner and whispered, "And I reckon she doesn't
know how to get back." Emelie, of course heard all this, and she said,
"You're right, Mr. Gamgee." Sam looked up, startled. "I have no idea how
to get back home. But I think I know where I am now. The Shire. Middle-Earth,
right?" I should know it, stupid idiots talk about it enough at lunchtime.
The two hobbits looked up at her in amazement. Frodo said, "You mean
you're not from Middle-Earth?" Emelie looked down at them. "No, I'm not.
Of course not. Does it look like I am?" Their awestruck gazes never wavered.
"Maybe she's a Valar." Murmured Sam.
"A Valar? What's that?" Emelie was not in a good
mood, and she wanted to get home.
"A valar," Sam said. "Is one of them great peoples who lives in Valinor.
They-"
"Well then I'm not one of them. I'm a human. You are hobbits am I right?"
They both nodded simultaneously.
"Well, I am a human. I am 15 years old, am in a very bad mood, and
I don't know how to get home." Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
"I just want to go home."
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Hope that was long enough for you peoples. Or maybe it was too long? I don't know. If you have any comments, please review! Thank you very much!