Not your daily Mary Sue, is it?
-by Gamedude
Chapther 1: I see, Kuduk!
Nick was sitting in his bed, not so unusual, it was night. But Nick didn't want to sleep, 'coz he was studying the map of Middle-Earth. Fascinating, isn't it? A boy barley seventeen, sitting up all night studying the map of Middle-Earth. Well, actually he was preparing for his school-project about the Lord of the Rings next week. But wouldn't you know, suddenly the map exploded into great masses of light, and Nick was drawn into it.
As Nick woke up he found himself in the middle of a corn-field, looking up at the bright blue sky, funny, a minute ago he had been at his room in the middle of the night, now he was in a cornfield closing up to midday. Nick woke up and pinched himself hard in the arm........ no response, he was definitely not sleeping, that meant something was terribly wrong. Suddenly a fat little man appeared on the other side of the field shouting at him in a weird language Nick had never heard before. The little man was closing up to Nick releasing his big dogs Nick realised the man was not taller than three feet tall! Suddenly Nick rose up to his full height, the dogs turned momentarily and ran back to their master who was frozen with fear. Now he was babbling rapidly in his strange language. Nick rose his hand, and the man must have believed it was to hit, 'coz he crouched down shielding his head. But Nick only tried to speak to him. "Excuse me, where am I?" he asked in a friendly tone, and the man looked up at him looking like a living question. "Who - are -you?" He tried again, but the man did not understand, then he tried another strategy, he pointed at himself and said slowly "N-I-C-K" the man suddenly smiled, pointed at himself and said, "K-U- D-U-K." So that was this creatures name, then suddenly a thought of recognition flew into his head, kuduk, he knew that name, he had found it searching through the LOTR appendices, it was a hobbit-word and meant 'hobbit.' Then he realised what was going on, this man was a hobbit, and he was in..... he couldn't even finish the thought, it was to unbelievable, he was in..... no, it had to be a mistake, but no, it was no other solutions, he was in Middle-Earth! Then he pointed at himself and said again "Mellon." But now the man didn't understand again, darn it! Mellon was an Elvish word, this man didn't know Elvish. He tried again, pointed at himself and said "F-R-I-E-N-D." and the man must have understood, for he suddenly turned away and said something that sounded like "Come." So he followed, did this hobbit know english after all? No, wait, he suddenly remembered that Tolkien himself had said Westron was and ancient form of English, old Anglo-Saxon, he knew this, he had studied it for days.
He followed the little hobbit to a little cabin on the outscore of the field, where he sat down at a little chair. The little man sat down beside him and took out a little bottle with a clear water-like fluid in it, he drank of it and gave it to Nick, who politely returned it, he didn't know if he could drink things from a different world, maybe the drink even was poisonous! He suddenly saw a map of the Shire hanging on one of the walls, he pointed at it, the man looked at him, Nick made a jest who was suppose to look like "Where are we?" and the man rose, went over to the map and pointed at what was suppose too look like Buckland, some miles south from Brandy Hall. Nick pointed at Brandy Hall and started jesting again "How- far?" he tried to ask, but the man most have thought he said something else, for he ran outside and started packing on a wagon drawn by two fat little ponies. He made a jest who looked like "Jump on!" so Nick did, and suddenly the wagon was moving. After about an hour or two (Nicks watch had stopped working) he saw a little village closing up.
The city was just the way Nick had imagined a little hobbit-city, but there was one major difference, there were lots of little houses! Nick had always been sure that hobbits lived in holes, but there could impossibly be more than ten holes in this village. Except from the houses and holes There was a huge burrow in the middle of the city, Nick could swear it was over one hundred yards long, and he knew it by name, Brandy Hall.
The hobbit led Nick in the doors of the burrow and through a long corridor, then he turned right and went into a big office. It was a beautiful little room, it was lively painted in yellow and green, and there was hanging lots of pictures of family and friends on the walls. In the middle of the room, behind a little desk sat an old hobbit, he looked as if he had just been sitting in sad thoughts, for his eyes were still clear like water, but now he grinned with his whole face and greeted the farmer in some hobbitish way. The farmer then said something to the old hobbit and pointed at Nick. The old one looked at him for a long time, then shook his head and said something to him. The sound of him talking came so suddenly that Nick almost lost his grip, he had a boomy, but still lovely voice, and Nick could hear by the way of speech that he was asking something.
Nick made a gesture that he didn't understand, and the hobbit laughed and slowly said something, that probably meant, "Who are you?" Nick pointed at himself and said, "N-i-c-k!" the old hobbit looked at Nick for a while, as if measuring him with his eyes, and then he laughed again and said, "Gorrbadak Brandybuck!" Now, wouldn't you know, this was the master of Buckland him self! Nick was left stunned for a second before, without anything else to do, took a deep bow. The Master of Buckland let out a deep jolly laughter, and then he took out a big map written on old parchment, Nick realised that it was a map of Middle-Earth, and then he made a gesture asking from whence he came.
Nick looked at the map and started thinking what he should say, he hobbits had to know he was no gondorian man by now, nor anyone else who talked Westron. He pointed at a place North-East far outside of the map, the hobbit sighted and rolled up the parchment. He then led him to a little sleeping dorm with a round door, round windows, and a little bed who was not more then four feet long, Nick, who was almost six feet, could have a problem, Gorrbadak then left him alone. Nick noticed the calendar on the wall said 29. Folmath, 1418, hmm, when did the fourth age begin? 1420? -21? Or maybe -22? He wasn't sure, but he was sure that this was not good, he could actually be in Middle-Earth during The war of the Ring! Bugger!
Chapther 1: I see, Kuduk!
Nick was sitting in his bed, not so unusual, it was night. But Nick didn't want to sleep, 'coz he was studying the map of Middle-Earth. Fascinating, isn't it? A boy barley seventeen, sitting up all night studying the map of Middle-Earth. Well, actually he was preparing for his school-project about the Lord of the Rings next week. But wouldn't you know, suddenly the map exploded into great masses of light, and Nick was drawn into it.
As Nick woke up he found himself in the middle of a corn-field, looking up at the bright blue sky, funny, a minute ago he had been at his room in the middle of the night, now he was in a cornfield closing up to midday. Nick woke up and pinched himself hard in the arm........ no response, he was definitely not sleeping, that meant something was terribly wrong. Suddenly a fat little man appeared on the other side of the field shouting at him in a weird language Nick had never heard before. The little man was closing up to Nick releasing his big dogs Nick realised the man was not taller than three feet tall! Suddenly Nick rose up to his full height, the dogs turned momentarily and ran back to their master who was frozen with fear. Now he was babbling rapidly in his strange language. Nick rose his hand, and the man must have believed it was to hit, 'coz he crouched down shielding his head. But Nick only tried to speak to him. "Excuse me, where am I?" he asked in a friendly tone, and the man looked up at him looking like a living question. "Who - are -you?" He tried again, but the man did not understand, then he tried another strategy, he pointed at himself and said slowly "N-I-C-K" the man suddenly smiled, pointed at himself and said, "K-U- D-U-K." So that was this creatures name, then suddenly a thought of recognition flew into his head, kuduk, he knew that name, he had found it searching through the LOTR appendices, it was a hobbit-word and meant 'hobbit.' Then he realised what was going on, this man was a hobbit, and he was in..... he couldn't even finish the thought, it was to unbelievable, he was in..... no, it had to be a mistake, but no, it was no other solutions, he was in Middle-Earth! Then he pointed at himself and said again "Mellon." But now the man didn't understand again, darn it! Mellon was an Elvish word, this man didn't know Elvish. He tried again, pointed at himself and said "F-R-I-E-N-D." and the man must have understood, for he suddenly turned away and said something that sounded like "Come." So he followed, did this hobbit know english after all? No, wait, he suddenly remembered that Tolkien himself had said Westron was and ancient form of English, old Anglo-Saxon, he knew this, he had studied it for days.
He followed the little hobbit to a little cabin on the outscore of the field, where he sat down at a little chair. The little man sat down beside him and took out a little bottle with a clear water-like fluid in it, he drank of it and gave it to Nick, who politely returned it, he didn't know if he could drink things from a different world, maybe the drink even was poisonous! He suddenly saw a map of the Shire hanging on one of the walls, he pointed at it, the man looked at him, Nick made a jest who was suppose to look like "Where are we?" and the man rose, went over to the map and pointed at what was suppose too look like Buckland, some miles south from Brandy Hall. Nick pointed at Brandy Hall and started jesting again "How- far?" he tried to ask, but the man most have thought he said something else, for he ran outside and started packing on a wagon drawn by two fat little ponies. He made a jest who looked like "Jump on!" so Nick did, and suddenly the wagon was moving. After about an hour or two (Nicks watch had stopped working) he saw a little village closing up.
The city was just the way Nick had imagined a little hobbit-city, but there was one major difference, there were lots of little houses! Nick had always been sure that hobbits lived in holes, but there could impossibly be more than ten holes in this village. Except from the houses and holes There was a huge burrow in the middle of the city, Nick could swear it was over one hundred yards long, and he knew it by name, Brandy Hall.
The hobbit led Nick in the doors of the burrow and through a long corridor, then he turned right and went into a big office. It was a beautiful little room, it was lively painted in yellow and green, and there was hanging lots of pictures of family and friends on the walls. In the middle of the room, behind a little desk sat an old hobbit, he looked as if he had just been sitting in sad thoughts, for his eyes were still clear like water, but now he grinned with his whole face and greeted the farmer in some hobbitish way. The farmer then said something to the old hobbit and pointed at Nick. The old one looked at him for a long time, then shook his head and said something to him. The sound of him talking came so suddenly that Nick almost lost his grip, he had a boomy, but still lovely voice, and Nick could hear by the way of speech that he was asking something.
Nick made a gesture that he didn't understand, and the hobbit laughed and slowly said something, that probably meant, "Who are you?" Nick pointed at himself and said, "N-i-c-k!" the old hobbit looked at Nick for a while, as if measuring him with his eyes, and then he laughed again and said, "Gorrbadak Brandybuck!" Now, wouldn't you know, this was the master of Buckland him self! Nick was left stunned for a second before, without anything else to do, took a deep bow. The Master of Buckland let out a deep jolly laughter, and then he took out a big map written on old parchment, Nick realised that it was a map of Middle-Earth, and then he made a gesture asking from whence he came.
Nick looked at the map and started thinking what he should say, he hobbits had to know he was no gondorian man by now, nor anyone else who talked Westron. He pointed at a place North-East far outside of the map, the hobbit sighted and rolled up the parchment. He then led him to a little sleeping dorm with a round door, round windows, and a little bed who was not more then four feet long, Nick, who was almost six feet, could have a problem, Gorrbadak then left him alone. Nick noticed the calendar on the wall said 29. Folmath, 1418, hmm, when did the fourth age begin? 1420? -21? Or maybe -22? He wasn't sure, but he was sure that this was not good, he could actually be in Middle-Earth during The war of the Ring! Bugger!