Chapter2
I awoke with a gasp . . ."The blood, oh my God! It's my blood!" I almost screamed.
I brought my hands up to the back of my head and felt nothing but bouncy curls. I sighed. It was all a dream. A crazy screwed up dream . . . . . . .WHAT?
I had felt curls. And a lot of them, but that wasn't right. My hair was short, straight, and coarse feeling. I got up off the floor when I realized I wasn't in my school anymore. Or even my own bed for that matter.
I was in a room. It was roundish and comfortable looking with a worn wooden floor. I looked about, and saw that almost everything was rounded, or roundish looking. The bed, the windows, the doorway...all of it.
I also noticed that there were stacks and stacks of books piled about the room as well. And on top of one of them were three plain and old looking paperbacks. They were: The Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers, and The Return of the King.
I walked over to them and picked up Tolkien's second book. I then began to make my way back to the rather soft looking bed. When I passed a mirror, one of those full length ones (this one with a curved arch top.)
I gasped and dropped my book. It landed with a dull thud.
I stared at the mirror, all the while thinking that this couldn't possibly be right. I waved my right hand...so did the reflection. I turned my head...IT did that too. "Oh my God." I whispered, my voice choked.
There in the mirror looking straight back at me was a beautiful girl with a lightly sun-browned face. She had masses of honey brown curls that fell to her elbows, a very nicely proportioned chest, full hips, and the most startling green eyes I had ever seen in my life.
And it was ME. I almost fainted. The girl in the mirror was not the girl I knew I was. She looked young and full of life, while I knew myself to be tired and harassed looking.
I then noticed the clothes I was wearing: a light blue dress, with a milky daisy colored Kirtle. I looked down at my feet, next wishing to see the shoes that would go with such an outfit . . .But there were no shoes.
My feet were bare, and HUGE. With curls the same color as my hair all over them, from ankle to toes.
"I'm a . . . . . . .a . . . a . . . a hobbit," I said aloud in disbelief. "OH MY GOD! I'm a HOBBIT!" I shouted. I slapped a hand over my mouth. After another look around, and the knowledge that was my new little tidbit of info, I realized I was in a Hobbit-hole, but whose?
I didn't know who else lived here. And I did not want a bad beginning with whoever I found it out to be. A new idea popped into my head could I have changed the story? Did I already change it?
I picked up the book, opened it too my page and began to read . . . . . . . . . . . .
No, I had not done anything to the story. Though, I admit it did feel funny to be reading about Middle Earth, when the facts told me that I actually WAS here.
My brain was buzzing excitedly, I lurved puzzles. "Who am I?" I thought. With a jolt, I ran across the room and grabbed "The Return of the King" I flipped open to the appendixes, and turned to family trees...
And then I saw it...MY name. It rested below Pippin's. In INK printed upon that page was: Merna of Long Cleeve. My name replaced the spot where there once was "Diamond of Long Cleeve' I had replaced her. And now I was in her place.
I married Pippin. ME, I married Pippin.
I looked around in shock. At the head of my bed I saw a Shire calendar and crawling over to it, I noticed that the year on it was that which was three years earlier than the date of my marriage.
So I was just GOING to marry Pippin. It hadn't already happened. And with that, I actually did faint.
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"Merna! Merna wake up!" shouted a female voice. My eyes opened with a jolt. I heard the doorknob began to turn, and swore. I scrambled off the bed and frantically grabbed Tolkien's trilogy and stuffed them under my mattress.
I was a little shocked with my current situation, yes, but I wasn't fool enough to leave those precious ( gollom! gollom! Ha ha) books just out in the open.
"Merna?" came the voice again, this time through the open door. In strode in a rather important looking hobbit woman. "Still abed at this hour? What are you thinking? We've a strawberry crop to pick, and I won't be bested by those Proudfoots again this year." She said huffily. And with that said, shoved a LARGE, empty and obviously hand woven wicker basket into my hands.
"Oh . . .sorry . . . Mum?" I ventured. I had a feeling that that was who she was.
"Mum?" she snapped, "Where in Middle Earth did get that? Probably that ROSIE COTTON. You will call me 'mother' as always, and is proper."
"Oh . . . . .yes, I'm sorry mother." I stammered. As I followed her out of my bedroom . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The walk to the strawberry fields was very...interesting. Other hobbits shouted greetings to each other, and a few were directed at my 'new' mother and I.
When we finally reached our destination, I was overwhelmed by the enormity of the strawberry fields. But that didn't last long. It seemed as though you had to go at my mother's pace, or not at all.
I was soon stooped over, or kneeling; and picking away as fast as I could convince my bumbly fingers to go.
From time to time I looked at all the plump, red, and almost bursting ripe berries I had picked, and it took all of my will power to keep myself form eating every one of them.
A little fun fact came to mind, and I remembered that hobbits are hungry almost all of the time, and eat no less than four large meals a day.
Considering all I'd had for God knows how long, was a bottle of water, it was a wonder my hobbit self was still going, let alone at this pace.
I was avidly thinking this, when something hit the back of my head with a soft 'plop' Somehow, I was already pretty sure that it was a strawberry, so I turned and faced the direction the missile had flown from...
And standing there, no more than 9 yards away, and smiling innocently for all he was worth, was Peregrin Took. My future husband.
I panicked, and froze up. Now I didn't know how to deal with the situation at hand...
So I just smiled sweetly, while I was quickly plotting; and pretended to go back to picking.
I could have laughed. I swear, I could almost HEAR the thoughts turning round and round in his head. Clearly, this was not the reaction he had planned on either.
I bit my lip, and looked for the softest and most ripe strawberry on the plant, took it in my hand...turned around, and lobbed it neatly at Pippin. Where it exploded upon contact with his face.
He stood there and looked at me, with those eyes of his, shocked for only a second, then wiped a bit off his cheek and promptly put it in his mouth.
"Mmmm......good. A bit soft for my tastes though." He smiled again, and I melted. Then he shattered my special moment by grabbing another berry and chucking it at me.
The strawberry hit my neck, and I looked down to see juice begin to soak into my collar.
When I looked up again, Pippin was darting off neatly between the rows. So, not thinking anything of it, I picked another handful of berries, and took off after him.
Pippin may have been through a war already, and he probably did have more stamina built up than me, but he was no sprinter.
Granted, he was fast, he was also taller and had more wind resistance. I was catching him up fast, weather by his own choice, or not. Soon we were side by side.
Out of the corner of his eye, he threw me a look full to the brim with (I hoped) harmless mischief. He swerved off sharply, and I turned with him.
When he stopped, I stopped. I looked around and noticed that we were now in a secluded meadow.
My hand was dripping, and I looked down and opened it...the strawberries were partially squashed, and my palm was red with their juice, other wise they were fine. So I stood there, like a complete dolt, just drinking in the smell and the color . . . . . . . . . .
"Are you going to throw those at me too?" Pippin asked with a grin.
"No." I said simply, and popped a not so squashed one into my mouth. I closed my eyes, it tasted so good . . . . . . .the first food I'd probably had in days.
A hand took hold of my wrist gently, and I opened my eyes. Another one plucked a strawberry from my open fist.
I looked up at Pippin in shocked and silent surprise as he put it in his mouth. He gave me another one of his grins, which I took gratefully.
"Thanks," he said. Now it was my turn to smile.
"Sure." I said, "Want another? I can't eat them all . . .I've had first and second breakfast already." I lied openly.
Pippin arched a brow, but took another berry all the same. Apparently, he was hungry too.
And there we were, sticky and covered in berry juice, and smiling away at each other like fools . . . . . . .
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Author: Dun dun dunnn! What will happen next? Hmmmmmmmmm? I wonder! Well, you'll all have to wait and see! HA HA HAAAA! (I LURVE having control) Hope you liked it!
If you did, please REVIEW!!! Thanx!
Pippinsgal011890
Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.R.R Tolkien's characters or plots. I acknowledge that fact. However, Merna and any other characters that may come up, are of my own creation, and I hold first right to that claim.
I awoke with a gasp . . ."The blood, oh my God! It's my blood!" I almost screamed.
I brought my hands up to the back of my head and felt nothing but bouncy curls. I sighed. It was all a dream. A crazy screwed up dream . . . . . . .WHAT?
I had felt curls. And a lot of them, but that wasn't right. My hair was short, straight, and coarse feeling. I got up off the floor when I realized I wasn't in my school anymore. Or even my own bed for that matter.
I was in a room. It was roundish and comfortable looking with a worn wooden floor. I looked about, and saw that almost everything was rounded, or roundish looking. The bed, the windows, the doorway...all of it.
I also noticed that there were stacks and stacks of books piled about the room as well. And on top of one of them were three plain and old looking paperbacks. They were: The Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers, and The Return of the King.
I walked over to them and picked up Tolkien's second book. I then began to make my way back to the rather soft looking bed. When I passed a mirror, one of those full length ones (this one with a curved arch top.)
I gasped and dropped my book. It landed with a dull thud.
I stared at the mirror, all the while thinking that this couldn't possibly be right. I waved my right hand...so did the reflection. I turned my head...IT did that too. "Oh my God." I whispered, my voice choked.
There in the mirror looking straight back at me was a beautiful girl with a lightly sun-browned face. She had masses of honey brown curls that fell to her elbows, a very nicely proportioned chest, full hips, and the most startling green eyes I had ever seen in my life.
And it was ME. I almost fainted. The girl in the mirror was not the girl I knew I was. She looked young and full of life, while I knew myself to be tired and harassed looking.
I then noticed the clothes I was wearing: a light blue dress, with a milky daisy colored Kirtle. I looked down at my feet, next wishing to see the shoes that would go with such an outfit . . .But there were no shoes.
My feet were bare, and HUGE. With curls the same color as my hair all over them, from ankle to toes.
"I'm a . . . . . . .a . . . a . . . a hobbit," I said aloud in disbelief. "OH MY GOD! I'm a HOBBIT!" I shouted. I slapped a hand over my mouth. After another look around, and the knowledge that was my new little tidbit of info, I realized I was in a Hobbit-hole, but whose?
I didn't know who else lived here. And I did not want a bad beginning with whoever I found it out to be. A new idea popped into my head could I have changed the story? Did I already change it?
I picked up the book, opened it too my page and began to read . . . . . . . . . . . .
No, I had not done anything to the story. Though, I admit it did feel funny to be reading about Middle Earth, when the facts told me that I actually WAS here.
My brain was buzzing excitedly, I lurved puzzles. "Who am I?" I thought. With a jolt, I ran across the room and grabbed "The Return of the King" I flipped open to the appendixes, and turned to family trees...
And then I saw it...MY name. It rested below Pippin's. In INK printed upon that page was: Merna of Long Cleeve. My name replaced the spot where there once was "Diamond of Long Cleeve' I had replaced her. And now I was in her place.
I married Pippin. ME, I married Pippin.
I looked around in shock. At the head of my bed I saw a Shire calendar and crawling over to it, I noticed that the year on it was that which was three years earlier than the date of my marriage.
So I was just GOING to marry Pippin. It hadn't already happened. And with that, I actually did faint.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Merna! Merna wake up!" shouted a female voice. My eyes opened with a jolt. I heard the doorknob began to turn, and swore. I scrambled off the bed and frantically grabbed Tolkien's trilogy and stuffed them under my mattress.
I was a little shocked with my current situation, yes, but I wasn't fool enough to leave those precious ( gollom! gollom! Ha ha) books just out in the open.
"Merna?" came the voice again, this time through the open door. In strode in a rather important looking hobbit woman. "Still abed at this hour? What are you thinking? We've a strawberry crop to pick, and I won't be bested by those Proudfoots again this year." She said huffily. And with that said, shoved a LARGE, empty and obviously hand woven wicker basket into my hands.
"Oh . . .sorry . . . Mum?" I ventured. I had a feeling that that was who she was.
"Mum?" she snapped, "Where in Middle Earth did get that? Probably that ROSIE COTTON. You will call me 'mother' as always, and is proper."
"Oh . . . . .yes, I'm sorry mother." I stammered. As I followed her out of my bedroom . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The walk to the strawberry fields was very...interesting. Other hobbits shouted greetings to each other, and a few were directed at my 'new' mother and I.
When we finally reached our destination, I was overwhelmed by the enormity of the strawberry fields. But that didn't last long. It seemed as though you had to go at my mother's pace, or not at all.
I was soon stooped over, or kneeling; and picking away as fast as I could convince my bumbly fingers to go.
From time to time I looked at all the plump, red, and almost bursting ripe berries I had picked, and it took all of my will power to keep myself form eating every one of them.
A little fun fact came to mind, and I remembered that hobbits are hungry almost all of the time, and eat no less than four large meals a day.
Considering all I'd had for God knows how long, was a bottle of water, it was a wonder my hobbit self was still going, let alone at this pace.
I was avidly thinking this, when something hit the back of my head with a soft 'plop' Somehow, I was already pretty sure that it was a strawberry, so I turned and faced the direction the missile had flown from...
And standing there, no more than 9 yards away, and smiling innocently for all he was worth, was Peregrin Took. My future husband.
I panicked, and froze up. Now I didn't know how to deal with the situation at hand...
So I just smiled sweetly, while I was quickly plotting; and pretended to go back to picking.
I could have laughed. I swear, I could almost HEAR the thoughts turning round and round in his head. Clearly, this was not the reaction he had planned on either.
I bit my lip, and looked for the softest and most ripe strawberry on the plant, took it in my hand...turned around, and lobbed it neatly at Pippin. Where it exploded upon contact with his face.
He stood there and looked at me, with those eyes of his, shocked for only a second, then wiped a bit off his cheek and promptly put it in his mouth.
"Mmmm......good. A bit soft for my tastes though." He smiled again, and I melted. Then he shattered my special moment by grabbing another berry and chucking it at me.
The strawberry hit my neck, and I looked down to see juice begin to soak into my collar.
When I looked up again, Pippin was darting off neatly between the rows. So, not thinking anything of it, I picked another handful of berries, and took off after him.
Pippin may have been through a war already, and he probably did have more stamina built up than me, but he was no sprinter.
Granted, he was fast, he was also taller and had more wind resistance. I was catching him up fast, weather by his own choice, or not. Soon we were side by side.
Out of the corner of his eye, he threw me a look full to the brim with (I hoped) harmless mischief. He swerved off sharply, and I turned with him.
When he stopped, I stopped. I looked around and noticed that we were now in a secluded meadow.
My hand was dripping, and I looked down and opened it...the strawberries were partially squashed, and my palm was red with their juice, other wise they were fine. So I stood there, like a complete dolt, just drinking in the smell and the color . . . . . . . . . .
"Are you going to throw those at me too?" Pippin asked with a grin.
"No." I said simply, and popped a not so squashed one into my mouth. I closed my eyes, it tasted so good . . . . . . .the first food I'd probably had in days.
A hand took hold of my wrist gently, and I opened my eyes. Another one plucked a strawberry from my open fist.
I looked up at Pippin in shocked and silent surprise as he put it in his mouth. He gave me another one of his grins, which I took gratefully.
"Thanks," he said. Now it was my turn to smile.
"Sure." I said, "Want another? I can't eat them all . . .I've had first and second breakfast already." I lied openly.
Pippin arched a brow, but took another berry all the same. Apparently, he was hungry too.
And there we were, sticky and covered in berry juice, and smiling away at each other like fools . . . . . . .
? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ? . ?
Author: Dun dun dunnn! What will happen next? Hmmmmmmmmm? I wonder! Well, you'll all have to wait and see! HA HA HAAAA! (I LURVE having control) Hope you liked it!
If you did, please REVIEW!!! Thanx!
Pippinsgal011890
Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.R.R Tolkien's characters or plots. I acknowledge that fact. However, Merna and any other characters that may come up, are of my own creation, and I hold first right to that claim.