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As Andrea awoke she heard voices talking quietly in a language she knew very well. Elvish! She loved to annoy Sammy by talking in this language because Sammy didn't know what she was saying. Andrea, thinking of this, giggled causing the voices to stop and talk to her.
" Ah you're awake." Said a masculine voice.
"Yes, but where am I?" Andrea questioned.
"Shhh, rest your eyes." The voice answered.
"But..." Andrea felt herself nod off into sleep.
Rachel stared up above her to see four faces looking down at her.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Rachel screamed.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" the four faces yelled in unison.
"Where am I?" Rachel asked looking around.
"You're in the Shire!" one of the faces answered. This face had curly dark brown hair and big blue eyes.
"Oh my God! This is not happening! I'm dreaming!" Rachel exclaimed pinching herself, "Ow! No I'm not!"
"Who are you?" a face with curly red hair asked.
"Rachel Miller." Rachel said, "I already know who you are."
"You do?!" the four faces exclaimed in unison.
"You, you're Pippin, Merry, Frodo, and Sam." Rachel stated matter-o-factly.
"Wow!" Pippin said in awe.
Sammy still sat where she had been for the past two hours screaming at this cloaked guy to give her some answers.
"Where the Hell am I?" "Where are my friends?" "Do you know who I am?" " Who are you?" Sammy yelled all this at the top of her lungs until she was out of breath.
The cloaked figure took this opportunity to answer her questions. "You are in the Prancing Pony Inn in Bree." "No I do not know where your friends are." "I do not know who you are." "And as for your last question around here I'm known as Strider." The man answered quietly removing his hood.
"Oh my God! No way this is happening!" Sammy screamed.
"Who are you?" Strider questioned.
"I'm Samantha Norris but I like to be called Sammy," Sammy said, "And you are Aragorn son of Arathorn."
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As Andrea awoke she heard voices talking quietly in a language she knew very well. Elvish! She loved to annoy Sammy by talking in this language because Sammy didn't know what she was saying. Andrea, thinking of this, giggled causing the voices to stop and talk to her.
" Ah you're awake." Said a masculine voice.
"Yes, but where am I?" Andrea questioned.
"Shhh, rest your eyes." The voice answered.
"But..." Andrea felt herself nod off into sleep.
Rachel stared up above her to see four faces looking down at her.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Rachel screamed.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" the four faces yelled in unison.
"Where am I?" Rachel asked looking around.
"You're in the Shire!" one of the faces answered. This face had curly dark brown hair and big blue eyes.
"Oh my God! This is not happening! I'm dreaming!" Rachel exclaimed pinching herself, "Ow! No I'm not!"
"Who are you?" a face with curly red hair asked.
"Rachel Miller." Rachel said, "I already know who you are."
"You do?!" the four faces exclaimed in unison.
"You, you're Pippin, Merry, Frodo, and Sam." Rachel stated matter-o-factly.
"Wow!" Pippin said in awe.
Sammy still sat where she had been for the past two hours screaming at this cloaked guy to give her some answers.
"Where the Hell am I?" "Where are my friends?" "Do you know who I am?" " Who are you?" Sammy yelled all this at the top of her lungs until she was out of breath.
The cloaked figure took this opportunity to answer her questions. "You are in the Prancing Pony Inn in Bree." "No I do not know where your friends are." "I do not know who you are." "And as for your last question around here I'm known as Strider." The man answered quietly removing his hood.
"Oh my God! No way this is happening!" Sammy screamed.
"Who are you?" Strider questioned.
"I'm Samantha Norris but I like to be called Sammy," Sammy said, "And you are Aragorn son of Arathorn."