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Rating: PG
Summary: When Pippin finds a strange book with even stranger powers, will his cousin be able to bring him back to his own time?
Disclaimer: Still not mine :-(
Notes: I have decided to use *for what people are thinking* just to make it a little clearer to the readers. *grumbles about my html converter*
Back to the Shire
Chapter 2
Ian Robertson watched his class silently, keeping an eye on them and the other on the large wall clock. He was a professor of Arts and Literature at the local University. In his early 40s with graying hair and a touch of an equal graying beard, he was strict, but well respected by all of his students.
*15 minutes more* Ian refrained from yawning as the class read silently from a collection of Robert Frost poems. Suddenly, the classroom went dark, which was impossible because of the daylight from outside. It was as if his eyes were closed. Before he could shout in alarm, he heard a voice echo in his head, followed by a string of pictures. Everything seemed familiar and with the pictures, memories flowed back to him. As quickly as they all came, they were gone again, everything was back as it was, the students still reading and not noticing their teacher's distress.
Ian was shaken up, but hid it well as he stood. The scraping of his chair as he got to his feet made the students look up. They looked at the clock, then back at him. Clearly it wasn't time to leave yet. "I—have to leave a little early today," Ian began. "I trust you all to continue reading until class is officially over." No time to wait for any protests, he knew there would be none, and he was right. He hurried from the building and got into his 78 Chevy.
He tried as hard as he could to keep the small car from going more than 5 miles over the speed limit, and arrived at Borisfield Park at record time. Ian followed the pictures and used his instinct and it only took him a few minutes to find the unconscious hobbit. Relieved to find him alive, Ian gathered him up and hurried to his car, then home.
It was a half hour before his wife, Nancy, and daughter, Jenna, would be back home, he noticed the time on the clock on his way through the living room to the spare bedroom. Never minding the hobbit's dirty clothes, he tucked him into the large bed.
Ian knelt down next to the bed and smoothed back Pippin's curls. "Peregrin, can you hear me? Come back," he spoke gently. "Please come back and explain what fool thing you've done this time."
TBC—Sorry, another short chapter lol.
Rating: PG
Summary: When Pippin finds a strange book with even stranger powers, will his cousin be able to bring him back to his own time?
Disclaimer: Still not mine :-(
Notes: I have decided to use *for what people are thinking* just to make it a little clearer to the readers. *grumbles about my html converter*
Back to the Shire
Chapter 2
Ian Robertson watched his class silently, keeping an eye on them and the other on the large wall clock. He was a professor of Arts and Literature at the local University. In his early 40s with graying hair and a touch of an equal graying beard, he was strict, but well respected by all of his students.
*15 minutes more* Ian refrained from yawning as the class read silently from a collection of Robert Frost poems. Suddenly, the classroom went dark, which was impossible because of the daylight from outside. It was as if his eyes were closed. Before he could shout in alarm, he heard a voice echo in his head, followed by a string of pictures. Everything seemed familiar and with the pictures, memories flowed back to him. As quickly as they all came, they were gone again, everything was back as it was, the students still reading and not noticing their teacher's distress.
Ian was shaken up, but hid it well as he stood. The scraping of his chair as he got to his feet made the students look up. They looked at the clock, then back at him. Clearly it wasn't time to leave yet. "I—have to leave a little early today," Ian began. "I trust you all to continue reading until class is officially over." No time to wait for any protests, he knew there would be none, and he was right. He hurried from the building and got into his 78 Chevy.
He tried as hard as he could to keep the small car from going more than 5 miles over the speed limit, and arrived at Borisfield Park at record time. Ian followed the pictures and used his instinct and it only took him a few minutes to find the unconscious hobbit. Relieved to find him alive, Ian gathered him up and hurried to his car, then home.
It was a half hour before his wife, Nancy, and daughter, Jenna, would be back home, he noticed the time on the clock on his way through the living room to the spare bedroom. Never minding the hobbit's dirty clothes, he tucked him into the large bed.
Ian knelt down next to the bed and smoothed back Pippin's curls. "Peregrin, can you hear me? Come back," he spoke gently. "Please come back and explain what fool thing you've done this time."
TBC—Sorry, another short chapter lol.
