The Journey To Mordor (LOTR fanfiction)

Chapter 1

The Truth Part I

For me, it was a typical day. Or, at least, it started out typical. I sort of with that it could've stayed typical. But who doesn't like a non-typical day? I got up on this day ready for school. That was typical.
But it really started when I was walking from Science to Social Studies. I was talking with my friend until we got to the intersection of the two busiest hallways in the school. And that was when it happened. In the blink of an eye. Everyone in the school was gone and standing in there place was five little people and three tall people. They all looked oddly familiar. We stood there, staring at each other, and then I realized who (and what) they were.
“Ohmigosh,” I said, “You're Frodo Baggins, and Samwise Gamgee and Peregrin Took and Meriadoc Brandybuck.” I pointed to each of the hobbits as I spoke.
“Do you know who the rest of us are?” the one with the staff asked me.
“Yeah. You're Gandalf the Grey,”
“Actually, that would be White now.”
“Yes, I remember. Sorry about that. The man is Aragorn son of Arathorn, the dwarf is Gimli son of Gloin, the elf is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood and...Boromir is...dead.” I finished.
They all looked startled that I knew who they all were. Except Gandalf. He was smiling.
“Boromir died just shortly before the breaking of the Fellowship. Didn't he?” I whispered.
“Gandalf, how does she know of these things? What else does she know of?” Frodo demanded.
“Oh, I know of everything,” I answered, “I know of the Shire, I know of what happened in Moria, I know of Bilbo, I know of the Black Riders, of the Enemy, I know of how you, Frodo son of Drogo, destroyed the Ring.”
“Gandalf, how does she know of all this?” Legolas asked, looking uncertainly at me.
“Do you all remember the story I once told you about the child that would be born as a mixture of all the races of Middle-Earth?” Gandalf asked, not looking at any of them as they glanced at each other, but still looking straight at me, making me uncomfortable.
“Are you meaning to tell us that she is that child?” Aragorn spoke up.
“Yes indeed. You are all looking at Rosemary, the girl who is hobbit, Elf, Man, Dwarf, and wizard.”
“Wait a minute. I'm part of all the races of Middle-Earth?” I asked, trying to make sure my head was on straight today.
“Yes.” Gandalf simply said.
“ can that be? You're all characters from The Lord of the Rings. I'm just a normal girl in America. And characters don't come alive. This must all be a dream. Middle-Earth was never real. It's just a fantasy.”
“Rosemary,” Gandalf said, “You're in the very same place that Middle-Earth once was. The only difference is that it has a different name. And let me explain something else. Those short people you call midgets, they're really hobbits and Dwarfs. You all think you're the race of Men. But hidden among you, wizard and Elves are still very much alive, whether they know it or not.”
I had no idea what to think. I was still a little confused with what was going on.
“Why are you here though? Why did this happen? Where are my friends? What about everyone else in America?”
“If you want your friends and family back, Rosemary, you're going to have to travel to one of the most known places of your time.” Gandalf said.
I took a deep breath and thought about this. I really wanted everyone back. And Gandalf's way of doing so was probably the only way of getting them back, whether I wanted to do it or not. “Will you all accompany me on this?”
“Of course.” Gandalf said.
“You have my axe.” Gimli answered.
“You have my bow.” Legolas added.
“You have my sword.” Aragorn put in.
“Well, I don't know if they'll do any good, but you have our short swords.” Pippin piped in, making me smile.
“Thank you guys. I think the most know place in America would be Hollywood and that's in Los Angeles, California and that's clear across the country. I have no idea how to get there.” I told them.
“Does your time no longer have maps?” Aragorn asked.
“Yes, we have maps, but I'm not sure where I could find a map to get us to Los Angeles. I wait, duh, I can use Google maps! I can get us from here to my house so that we can use the computer there.” I said and I knew that none of them had the slightest clue as to what I was talking about.

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