Sunlight trickled on Christina's nose as she began to open her eyes. Have I
died? She wondered to herself, hoping that she was. She opened her eyes
slightly, revealing a beautiful woman's face peering down at her. The woman
had blonde hair that was folded elegantly inside of a white cloak. Her eyes
were a beautiful blue, and she had...pointed ears. Blinding light surrounded
them, though her vision was very hazy. The beautiful woman had a slight
smile as she placed her hand on Christina's cheek and began to speak in the
most beautiful and peaceful voice Christina had ever heard. "No my dear
child, you are not dead. Now you must rest; for your soul is weak. I give
you my word that you will be well taken care of. Now sleep." The woman
reached forward and kissed her on the forehead, Christina closed her eyes
again and fell into the most peaceful sleep she had ever had in her life.
Hours later, Christina awoke again, this time not the face of the beautiful woman. She opened her eyes slightly, adjusting to the dull lights surrounding her. The first thing that she noticed was that her legs hung off the edge of the bed. The bed was nearly a foot to short! As she peeked her head up to examine the rest of her surroundings, she realized it was actually quite cozy. A dull fire crackled in a brick fireplace next to her. To the side of the bed was a wooden night stand that looked handcrafted, a jug of water was atop it. The rug on the floor was merry colors; it made her smile to look at the small room. Indeed, it was very small. The ceiling looked about 2 or 3 feet above her head, hardly tall enough for anyone to stand up in. But the place did have a very comforting feel too it.
As she arose from the bed, careful not to bump her head on the ceiling, she noticed that her wrists had been bandaged properly. This made her wonder; she quickly lifted up her shirt revealing the once large gashed on her back, they were also attended to. This puzzled the young girl profusely.
Just then a small man that rose only to the upper waist of the young girl came whistling merrily into the room with a jug of steaming water in his arms.
"Oh, you're awake!" The small man looked gleefully surprised up at the young girl who was now hunched over attempting to stand up. "Sit down ma'am! No need to break your back attempting to become as short as myself!" Christina sat carefully on the bed, still eyeing the curious fellow. His head was full of bundles of short, brown curls. He was wearing a sort of brown and green suit, and was barefoot. His feet were quite curious as well; they were at least twice the size of her own, and a mound of black fuzz covered each.
"How are you feeling?" he asked as he replaced the water.
"I...I'm feeling...fine actually." Christina surprised herself at her response. For nearly dying, she did feel quite well.
"Your one of those humans aren't you?" The small man asked after a long silence, smiling up at her. His eyes twinkled happily.
"Well, aren't you too? I mean, you might be a dwarf, but you are surely a human!" She paused and pondered what she had said. "Oh dear...I didn't mean to offend you by calling you a dwarf. I am truly sorry."
"You confuse me ma'am. I am neither a dwarf nor a human. I'm a mere halfling."
"Halfing?" Christina looked puzzled.
"You aren't from around here are you?" The halfing poured her a glass of the steaming water.
"I'm afraid I can't answer that, I don't know where I am."
"Eh! You are in The Shire. In the pleasant Hobbiton! Samwise found you in the garden. Your wrists and back had some pretty bad gashes in them, we bandaged them for you. I have to say though; you gave old Mr. Gamgee quite a start." The halfing started chuckling merrily.
"Oh..." Christina started "May I ask who you are?"
"Yes Yes! Sorry for being rude! Bilbo Baggins at your service." The small man bowed his head politely.
"Nice to meet you Bilbo Baggins. I'm Christina Fisher." She reached her hand forward, shaking hand with the nice fellow.
Just then the door opened and another small man entered the room. "She's awake!" He said, startled.
His hair was also a mob of chaotic brown curls. His eyes were a deep blue. Although, he looked several years younger then Bilbo, he too had a bush of black hair covering his feet.
"And this young lad." Bilbo wrapped his arm around the boy. "Is Frodo Baggins."
Frodo came forward with his arm outstretched. "Nice to meet you...?"
"Christina." She said with a weak smile on her face. "And it's nice to meet you too Frodo Baggins."
"Right. Christina. Beautiful name." Frodo returned her smile and stepped back.
"Thank you." Christina blushed shyly. She knew she was going to like it there.
Hours later, Christina awoke again, this time not the face of the beautiful woman. She opened her eyes slightly, adjusting to the dull lights surrounding her. The first thing that she noticed was that her legs hung off the edge of the bed. The bed was nearly a foot to short! As she peeked her head up to examine the rest of her surroundings, she realized it was actually quite cozy. A dull fire crackled in a brick fireplace next to her. To the side of the bed was a wooden night stand that looked handcrafted, a jug of water was atop it. The rug on the floor was merry colors; it made her smile to look at the small room. Indeed, it was very small. The ceiling looked about 2 or 3 feet above her head, hardly tall enough for anyone to stand up in. But the place did have a very comforting feel too it.
As she arose from the bed, careful not to bump her head on the ceiling, she noticed that her wrists had been bandaged properly. This made her wonder; she quickly lifted up her shirt revealing the once large gashed on her back, they were also attended to. This puzzled the young girl profusely.
Just then a small man that rose only to the upper waist of the young girl came whistling merrily into the room with a jug of steaming water in his arms.
"Oh, you're awake!" The small man looked gleefully surprised up at the young girl who was now hunched over attempting to stand up. "Sit down ma'am! No need to break your back attempting to become as short as myself!" Christina sat carefully on the bed, still eyeing the curious fellow. His head was full of bundles of short, brown curls. He was wearing a sort of brown and green suit, and was barefoot. His feet were quite curious as well; they were at least twice the size of her own, and a mound of black fuzz covered each.
"How are you feeling?" he asked as he replaced the water.
"I...I'm feeling...fine actually." Christina surprised herself at her response. For nearly dying, she did feel quite well.
"Your one of those humans aren't you?" The small man asked after a long silence, smiling up at her. His eyes twinkled happily.
"Well, aren't you too? I mean, you might be a dwarf, but you are surely a human!" She paused and pondered what she had said. "Oh dear...I didn't mean to offend you by calling you a dwarf. I am truly sorry."
"You confuse me ma'am. I am neither a dwarf nor a human. I'm a mere halfling."
"Halfing?" Christina looked puzzled.
"You aren't from around here are you?" The halfing poured her a glass of the steaming water.
"I'm afraid I can't answer that, I don't know where I am."
"Eh! You are in The Shire. In the pleasant Hobbiton! Samwise found you in the garden. Your wrists and back had some pretty bad gashes in them, we bandaged them for you. I have to say though; you gave old Mr. Gamgee quite a start." The halfing started chuckling merrily.
"Oh..." Christina started "May I ask who you are?"
"Yes Yes! Sorry for being rude! Bilbo Baggins at your service." The small man bowed his head politely.
"Nice to meet you Bilbo Baggins. I'm Christina Fisher." She reached her hand forward, shaking hand with the nice fellow.
Just then the door opened and another small man entered the room. "She's awake!" He said, startled.
His hair was also a mob of chaotic brown curls. His eyes were a deep blue. Although, he looked several years younger then Bilbo, he too had a bush of black hair covering his feet.
"And this young lad." Bilbo wrapped his arm around the boy. "Is Frodo Baggins."
Frodo came forward with his arm outstretched. "Nice to meet you...?"
"Christina." She said with a weak smile on her face. "And it's nice to meet you too Frodo Baggins."
"Right. Christina. Beautiful name." Frodo returned her smile and stepped back.
"Thank you." Christina blushed shyly. She knew she was going to like it there.