Chapter 4 Wizards and Hobbits
I couldn't stop screaming, there was just no way I could be here looking at Gandalf, Frodo, and Sam. "Am I dreaming?" I then realized that screaming was not going to get me anywhere, so I stopped.
I looked at the two hobbits, which had their hands at their ears I then looked at Gandalf. The wizard seemed unaffected by my screaming, all he did was look at me with kind eyes.
"Now," he said, " young lady, if you do not mind me asking so, who are you, and where do you come from?" I just gaped at him, not answering his question. I took a good look around and saw that I was in a small room with wooden walls, with a table to my left and a mirror, and the bed I was laying in was a bit too small for me.
The two hobbits lowered their hands from their ears and took a cautious step toward me, Sam and Frodo looked exactly like the ones in the movie, even Gandalf as well. Only question I wanted answered was how I ended up here, cause it can't possibly be dream it was too real. Just how was it possible for them to exist? I mean Middle Earth and the One Ring thing were just made up? Right? I must have gone crazy or something, maybe I'm in a loony bin right now thinking I'm here talking to Gandalf, Frodo, and Sam. " God, that sounds so ridiculous," I thought, " me, In the center for deranged people?"
A small cough brought me out of my thought, and as I looked up I saw Frodo and Sam were now standing next to the wizard. Gandalf was a tall old aged man with gray slightly messy hair and beard; he wore a gray robe of some kind. In his hand was a staff made of what appeared to be oak. Gandalf then shifted his feet still waiting for me to answer, and I might as well answer his question.
" My name is Navalle, and I'm from-uh." Now how was going to explain that I live in the United States? It's probably best to tell them about it, instead of being tangled up in a web of lies. " Well you may not believe me but I'm from the United States of America which is not in Middle Earth." The wizard looked rather amused and surprised by my answer, Sam and Frodo were just plain confused.
" What is this United States?" asked Sam, " Where is it as well?" This was only making it harder for me, why did they have to ask so many questions that are almost impossible to explain to them? In frustration I put my head in my hands and let out sigh.
" I believe it is best to let her rest for now, said Gandalf, " we will be leaving in three hours time, no more than that" I looked up at him puzzled by what he said. " leaving in three hours time? What does he mean by that?" Then it hit me, Frodo and Sam were to head for Bree. It was happening exactly they it was supposed to happen in the book. The wizard motioned the hobbits to leave the room, before leaving the room he turned his towards me and smiled.
I laid down and begun to think about what just happened. " How is it possible that I could be here in Middle Earth, the Shire to be precise. For crying out loud these people were made up by J.R.R Tolkein, they are only characters in three part series." Thinking about was of no use so I decided to listen for any conversation but I heard none.
After awhile of laying down listening for any conversation, my eyes became heavy and were hard to keep open, I only closed them for only a moment but that was all it took to fall asleep.
I couldn't stop screaming, there was just no way I could be here looking at Gandalf, Frodo, and Sam. "Am I dreaming?" I then realized that screaming was not going to get me anywhere, so I stopped.
I looked at the two hobbits, which had their hands at their ears I then looked at Gandalf. The wizard seemed unaffected by my screaming, all he did was look at me with kind eyes.
"Now," he said, " young lady, if you do not mind me asking so, who are you, and where do you come from?" I just gaped at him, not answering his question. I took a good look around and saw that I was in a small room with wooden walls, with a table to my left and a mirror, and the bed I was laying in was a bit too small for me.
The two hobbits lowered their hands from their ears and took a cautious step toward me, Sam and Frodo looked exactly like the ones in the movie, even Gandalf as well. Only question I wanted answered was how I ended up here, cause it can't possibly be dream it was too real. Just how was it possible for them to exist? I mean Middle Earth and the One Ring thing were just made up? Right? I must have gone crazy or something, maybe I'm in a loony bin right now thinking I'm here talking to Gandalf, Frodo, and Sam. " God, that sounds so ridiculous," I thought, " me, In the center for deranged people?"
A small cough brought me out of my thought, and as I looked up I saw Frodo and Sam were now standing next to the wizard. Gandalf was a tall old aged man with gray slightly messy hair and beard; he wore a gray robe of some kind. In his hand was a staff made of what appeared to be oak. Gandalf then shifted his feet still waiting for me to answer, and I might as well answer his question.
" My name is Navalle, and I'm from-uh." Now how was going to explain that I live in the United States? It's probably best to tell them about it, instead of being tangled up in a web of lies. " Well you may not believe me but I'm from the United States of America which is not in Middle Earth." The wizard looked rather amused and surprised by my answer, Sam and Frodo were just plain confused.
" What is this United States?" asked Sam, " Where is it as well?" This was only making it harder for me, why did they have to ask so many questions that are almost impossible to explain to them? In frustration I put my head in my hands and let out sigh.
" I believe it is best to let her rest for now, said Gandalf, " we will be leaving in three hours time, no more than that" I looked up at him puzzled by what he said. " leaving in three hours time? What does he mean by that?" Then it hit me, Frodo and Sam were to head for Bree. It was happening exactly they it was supposed to happen in the book. The wizard motioned the hobbits to leave the room, before leaving the room he turned his towards me and smiled.
I laid down and begun to think about what just happened. " How is it possible that I could be here in Middle Earth, the Shire to be precise. For crying out loud these people were made up by J.R.R Tolkein, they are only characters in three part series." Thinking about was of no use so I decided to listen for any conversation but I heard none.
After awhile of laying down listening for any conversation, my eyes became heavy and were hard to keep open, I only closed them for only a moment but that was all it took to fall asleep.