Author's note: Wilwarin and Gwilwileth are my characters, although their names are apart of Tolkien's language. Italics are Wilwarin's thoughts. This is my first story so please R&R.
I changed out of my night gown back into my green dress. Gwil then led me to the garden.
Gandalf was there, exactly how I had always imagined him. He was wearing grey robes and a blue wizard hat. He was also making colorful smoke rings.
"Hello Wilwarin, or should I say Vanessa?" he said once we were alone, "Don't look so surprised. I know who you are and where you are from."
"How?" was all I could say.
"Lady Galadriel of Lothlorien was the one who warned me of your arrival," he answered "You know many things Wilwa, of what is to come, and that could be useful."
"How did Galadriel know I was coming? Is she the one who brought me here? How can what I know e useful?" Were only some of the many questions I had.
"She foresaw it. Ilúvatar gave her dreams to tell her he was bringing you here. Your last question not even Galadriel knows the answer to." He said calmly, with a hint of disapointement accompanying his last remark. "Galadriel also said that in your world this is all a story."
I nodded. "Middle-Earth isn't real where I'm from, it's just a fairytale."
"Oh but Middle-Earth is very much real, and you will soon be a part of those fairytales. Eru told Galadriel, in dreams, that you were very important. So we will keep you safe, until your time comes. If our enemies were to know all that you know, all would be lost."
By this point I was getting very frightened. I want to go home, I thought to myself. But by the sound of what Gandalf said, I might have to go with the fellowship in three years. But I'm not a warrior. How can any one expect me to survive?