Chapter 2: You Have Go to Be Kidding?
"I am here to find you." The man told. My jaw dropped.
"What!" I almost shouted. The old man covered my mouth.
"Not so loud!" He hissed. I nodded and he let go.
"We must take our leave. I will explain it to you when we're alone." The old man took my hand and led me toward the sharp, pointy stakes that kept you out of the cemetery garden.
"No! You can't go in…" But he did. Except, it wasn't in the stakes that we dove into, it was some sort of portal-like black hole.
"O HOLY FUBBERNUGGETS!" I yelled as we jumped into the portal, that's what I'll call it for now. We, somehow, landed near a house, but no regular house. This house was built into a hill!
"Wow! I want to know the decorator." The house was beautiful, but I didn't know what was inside either. Inside it was even more beautiful. There was a fancy old chandelier, some rugs, and a lot of mahogany wood. The man ducked before he walked into the small house, but I am not the smart type, and I didn't see him do that. I ran into the top part of the outside of the house, and that hurt with a BANG.
"Ow!" I yelled. The old man pulled me into the house quickly.
"Shh! What did I tell you? You have to be secretive!" The man hissed again.
"One, I will not be secretive if I don't know who the hell you are. Two, why do I have to be secretive?" I whispered.
"Are you done?" The man asked politely. I nodded. I was only goofy when I wanted to be. I was, however, in every honors class in my school.
"Okay. Now, sit down. Would you like some tea?" The man asked, as if it were brunch time.
"Uh, no. I think I'll pass." I replied. The man poured himself some tea as I sat down at the tiny table. This house looked as if it were decorated for dwarves, or as my mother called them, half lings. The man sat across from me. He sipped his tea and began to talk.
"I may be babbling, but you need to hear all of this." The old man started.
"Wait. First off, what is your name, and where are we?" I couldn't help but ask.
"I was getting to that. I am Gandalf the Grey, and I am a wizard, that's why I am dressed this way." He spoke.
"Ha! A wizard? Yeah right!" I laughed. The man kept a straight face.
"You're serious?" I asked in an unbelievable tone.
"Yes. And I know it's hard to believe from your time, but it's true. Will you let me continue?" Gandalf asked. I nodded; I saw that he was getting irritated.
"Okay. Now…I have been watching you for some time now. I have noticed that you are very, how you say, unique. Well, I know you want to know why. Don't you?" Now I could talk.
"Yes, more than you know." I answered.
"Well, it's because you're an elf." Gandalf said with no hesitation. My eyes opened wide. He had to be telling the truth.
"Wait a minute. You have told me one thing, but this is nuts! I have had no proof you're a wizard." I exhaled. Gandalf merely nodded and picked up his staff. He whispered something, and his staff suddenly shown with light.
"Okay, that I now believe, but me and elf?" I questioned.
"Why don't you see for yourself. There, look into that mirror." He pointed to the mirror above the mantle. Oh, and the tea was made in a kettle in a fireplace. I slowly stood so my head wouldn't hit the ceiling and I crouched over to the mirror. The reflection I saw was myself, but my ears were pointed, like an elf. I reached for my ears and gasped.
"But how?" I flung around in shock.
"When you came into this time, you changed into your true form. Remember the medallion you always wore?" He questioned. I could only nod gayly, shocked from everything that had just hit my brain like a bolt of lightening, although I somehow had the common knowledge to look down and gaze at my medallion. Go figure! "The necklace was the key to get you here, and I supposed it held even more powers than I thought. You will understand in time that it is not the necklace that was important, but yourself. I watched you to see if you were our answer, and after, as you call, "stalking" you for a few days, I found that you are the person we need. But what I found odd about you at first is your hair." Gandalf retorted.
"What's wrong with my hair?" I swung around to look into the mirror, but my hair was like normal. I turned to him.
"Nothing, nothing at all! It's just that elves have mainly blonde hair." Gandalf explained.
"Then, why don't I?" I asked. This all started to make sense.
"I do not know, although I was certain that your hair would have changed when we arrived." He scratched his chin and shrugged after his moments of thought. "Nothing can be for certain at the moment, but I do know that you need to know that you're in danger here. This world is not like your own. Take heed. You must leave in a few minutes. I must explain to you what danger you will be in if you choose to be a part of this." Gandalf warned.
"Danger? Into what?" I asked, and my heart told me to be a part in this, so I knew even if he told me, I'd be willing.
"There is a war between good and evil. There is an evil being trying to get a hold of a powerful ring. The ring is being guarded and carried by a close friend of mine. He is a half ling, which here is called a hobbit. This ring, if gotten into the wrong hands, can destroy the world. I want you to help protect the ring and it's bearer. Will you continue on this quest?" Gandalf requested, slowly and bravely.
You have to be kidding?, I thought, but I nodded nonetheless. What was I getting myself into?
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