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I Know How Your Story Ends - 2.0 Teaser

So yeah I don’t like the firsts two chapters so I’m starting again. Hopefully better this time. And more frequent.

I know a story.

Years ago, in an age long since past, was a kingdom ruled by dwarves, something of the sort you will never find in the world today. A kingdom that thrived berried in the mountain, and ruled by king Thror. Many named this place the greatest of middle earth.

King Thror ruled absolute, his line secured in both his son and grandson, he never had anything to worry about. His mountain was a gold mine, bearing gold and jewels, riches of all kinds. Erebor, the fortress that it was, was thriving.

The dwarves of Erebor used the mountain’s gifts to craft, forging weapons and tools of beauty never seen before, with skill you could find nowhere else. The dwarves delved deep into the mountain, milking all that they could find.

Deep they went, and when they did they found the one gift to outshine them all. The Arkenstone.

They named it the heart of the mountain, and gifted it to the king. King Thror, the humble dwarf that he was, took it as a sign that his right to rule was Devine. He called that all would worship him, kings from all over would come to pay homage to the king and his jewel. This, surprisingly, also included King Thranduil. High king of the elves.

Sadly, the days of wealth and prosperity did not last. Days turned to night and back again and in this time the mind of the king changed. A sickness planted itself in his head, and grew as the clock ticked. He fell into greed. The halls of Erebor were already covered with wealth, it was really only a matter of time before he grew greedy, wanting it all for himself.

However, such terrible things always attract something even worse. There’s always a bigger fish, after all.

It is said that they could hear it before they could see it, and felt the fierce wind that came down from the north and shook the trees with only half the power that it itself harboured.

The dragon.

It destroyed the city of dale, having no interest or mercy for the sons of men. It’s eyes were on the prize. It tore down the gate, and burned all that was in its path. Smaug, the terrible, claimed Erebor’s halls as it’s own, forcing out all who wished to live and killing those foolish enough to try and defend their home. He claimed the gold for himself.

And it belonged to him, for many, many years.

Eventually, a group of survivors of Erebor decided it was time they take back what was theirs. With the convincing of a wizard Thorin Oakenshield, grandson of Thror, assembled his company and they met at an unlikely place to begin their journey.

Mr Bilbo Baggins, having been strung into the quest by no will of his own found himself harbouring a company of 13 dwarves in his little hobbit hole at bagend. He was to join them as their burglar, something he had no experience in, and help to reclaim the lost kingdom of Erebor.

And he would, and they would, and the dragon would be defeated and all would end mostly good. As it had before. Because this was a story, and this is only another read through.

At least it should be.

See, somehow, for some reason and by logic not even I can understand, this run through of the story is going to be different. Because I’m here this time.

Not even a week ago I woke up in the middle of a clearing in a world i didn’t belong in. My clothes were not what i had been wearing before; a loose tunic, leather pants and vest, huge boots. Weirdest of all was the sword strapped to my hip and the tattoos that littered my arms.

When I stood up my legs felt as if I had been stabbed twenty times in each. I stumbled my way out of the clearing and past the tree line in an attempt to find something familiar, but instead I came across and path, and a familiar wizard.

I met Gandalf. And through Gandalf I learned that apparently, I had woken up in middle earth. Whoops.

He took me to Bree, which was apparently close to where I was woken up, and gave me money for a horse and food.

Sugar daddy.

But, on the condition that I found my way to hobbiton in slightly less than a week.

So I got my horse, named him Samwise, and packed a bag with food.

That was three days ago. Now, I’ve found myself a journey down the road, in the town I was instructed to go to, in front of the door of the Hobbit hole I knew so well it was probably creepy, and late.

Very, very late.

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Alright so I’m alive. Surprise.

Restarting “I Know How Your Story Ends” because it kinda sucks, but let’s see how attempt 2 goes.

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Hi are you doing a tag list for “ I know how your story ends” ? If so could I be added to it?

Sure!

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I Know How Your Story Ends CH. 1

Prologue part 2 / Ch. 2

Warnings: Slow chapter, sorry. Will pick up soon. Also swearing

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The sun had already passed beneath the hills when you arrived, and it only made the sight that much more surreal. Of course you’d feel that way, this was one of the places you dreamed of whenever you would close your eyes. You’d always imagined coming to this very world, taking part in the stories that took place inside the books you loved to read. And here you are. 

You stopped for a second on the edge of hobbiton, taking in the sight of the homely place lit only by the lights through the windows of the homes. From up on the hill it looked so big yet so small at the same time. It was only when Samwise, your horse, huffed in what seemed to be his own anticipation were you snapped out of your day dreams. 

You gave him a soft kick as if to give him permission to get moving and off you went. You briefly worried about getting lost, maybe people gave Thorin too much crap when it really was kinda hard to navigate the place, but you tried not to worry too much about that part. You were about to meet the company after all. At least that’s what you suspected. 

Hoping that following the main path was enough, you scanned the houses for one that looked familiar. It was hard in the darkness, and you honestly doubted you would’ve found it if it wasn’t for the soft blue light from a ruin that was carved on the dark green door. You rode up and tied Samwise to the gate, patting his nose in comfort and swearing you’d be back soon enough before passing through the gate yourself. 

As your feet stomped against the path you wondered if this was worth it, you wondered if the wizard really could help you get home, and wondered why he even wanted you here in the first place. Weren’t dwarves stubborn creatures? Would they even let you join them? Knowing Gandalf he most likely hadn’t told them beforehand of your presence. And would you even help? Could you? You always thought about this world, how you said you would be a beast with the sword and take down anyone who dared challenge you. But in reality you had never actually held a sword before, besides the foam ones for Halloween of course. So why were you even here?

You almost turned back, you didn’t want to hinder the quest and the question that you might change the storyline and make something go horribly wrong had crossed your mind many times since leaving Bree that morning. However, the fact was that you were in a foreign world, and the wizard was the only way home, or at least the only one who could help you find a way. 

With some hesitation still, you mustered up some courage and knocked. 

The voices that you hadn’t even realized were passing through the walls ceased immediately and anxiety set in your gut. Even more than before. 

The door swung open before you knew it and you had to look down to see who had opened. 

“Um, hello, are you with the rest of them?”

The timid voice and curly hair told you immediately that this was Bilbo. It was strange, he looked like he did in the movies but also didn’t at the same time and you couldn’t quite understand it. 

Before you could reply you heard another familiar voice, familiar as in someone you had talked to before and not heard on screen. 

“Ah! Y/n! So glad you made it!” Gandalf greeted as he approached, ducking his head to avoid hitting the chandelier. 

“Yeah, haha,” you laughed awkwardly, “hi,” 

“Come in!” Gandalf ushered, and you did as told as Bilbo stepped out of the way to let you enter. 

You memory flipped back to how bad you felt for the Hobbit, with all the uninvited intrusion into his home and he never had received as much as a thank you for his hospitality to the dwarves. In that realization you decided to do better up front. 

“Thanks so much, and sorry for barging in on you,” you addressed him, scratching the back of your neck sheepishly.

“Oh no, it’s not a problem,” Bilbo was surprised at your politeness in contrast to all the others who were already there, “I suppose one more couldn’t hurt,”

You smiled at him, “Thank you again, Mr...?” You did of course know his name, but pretended not to. You really weren’t sure what kind of uproar would follow if you already knew his name. 

“Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins,” he smiled back. 

“Nice to meet you,”

“Who is this?”

With the sudden, more rugged and considerably deeper voice you attention quickly shifted to the audience that you had failed to notice before. 

You froze, uncomfortable under their stares and you could already feel the judgement not-so hidden behind their eyes. 

“She is here to help. Shall we go back to the table?” That was Gandalf, addressing the dwarf that spoke up, cutting off what kind of questions would come, “I shall explain then,”

The dwarves grumbled, retreating back towards the room. 

“Am I late?” You asked as Bilbo closed the door finally, seeing as you stepped out of the way. 

“Only a little,” Gandalf smiled, and you knew that it was probably more than that, but hopefully not much. Of course you knew what happened in this part, but you had decided in your panic outside that perhaps letting the dwarves know that you did wasn’t the best idea. 

You were snapped out of your doubt when Gandalf turned and gestures for you and Bilbo to follow, and you did. You stopped briefly and considered taking off you shoes for Bilbo’s sake, but figured that you shouldn’t and it was okay. You did discretely wipe some of the mud off on the mat though. 

You didn’t really enter the dining area. You saw how crowded it was, every dwarf was crammed in there, all seats taken. The fact that the table was clear told you that you missed the fun part, which you were slightly upset over. But you didn’t have time to morn over it with all the side glances and whispers. 

Even so, Gandalf wouldn’t address the, well, “you” situation until later, and instead started laying out the map. 

“Over ranges and rivers, beyond woodlands and wastelands,” it seems you had knocked just as Bilbo had gone to get the light Gandalf requested, “lies a single solidarity peek,”

“The lonely mountain...” Bilbo read out loud as he leaned over Gandalf’s shoulder to see. You chained your neck slightly in the doorway to get a glance, but didn’t dare get closer. 

“Aye, Oin has read the portents, and the portents say,” Gloin paused for effect, “it is time,”

“Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain as it was foretold,” Oin continued, “When the birds of yore return to the mountain the reign of the beast will end,”

“Uh, what beast?”

You wondered how Bilbo didn’t get the idea by the picture of the dragon drawn over the mountain alone, but decided not to judge based on that. 

“That would be a reference to Smaug the terrible,” the dwarf who’s voice you recognized as Bofur spoke up, “chiefest and greatest calamity of our time,”

He went on to describe the rest but you tuned out, much like Bilbo who replied with a “Yes, I know what a dragon is thank you,”

The next thing that happened was a mostly naive Ori declaring he’d shove a metal toothpick up the dragon’s ass, and then an uproar, but you figured most of that wasn’t important. They did ask how many dragons Gandalf had killed though, and that was slightly amusing to see him try to avoid the question by smoking his pipe. 

“Enough!” A booming voice calmed everyone’s ramblings, “if we have read the signs do you not think others have read them too?”

Ah yes, that was Thorin. The Thorin. You couldn’t help but look at him with slight awe, he was your favourite character after all. But you quickly got rid of that. 

The tallest dwarf rambled on a bit, condemning the others for not thinking about the may-be enemies that would also be setting off soon. Also adding a short speech about getting there first. 

“But you forget, the gate is sealed,” Balin spoke, looking low spirited, “there is no way into the mountain,”

“That,” Gandalf replies, “My dear Balin, is not entirely true,”

And there it was. The key into Erebor. Gandalf displayed it to the room, hand gesture making it seem like it was coming out of nowhere. 

You made a mental note to make him teach you later. 

“How come you by this?” 

“It was given to me by Thrain for safekeeping, it is yours now,”

The dwarves spoke about the door briefly, ending it with another pessimistic note. 

“Dwarf doors are invisible while closed,”

“The answer lies somewhere in this map, and I do not have the skill to find it.  But there are others in middle earth who can,” Gandalf had given you a slight side glance when speaking this, one you didn’t notice. 

You were too busy smirking to yourself. You knew how to get in. Of course you couldn’t tell them right off the bat, but the fact that you knew something in that moment that Gandalf didn’t made you slightly cocky. 

Although he saw it, the wizard payed it no mind. At least not for now. 

“The task I have in mind will require a great amount of stealth, and no small amount of courage. But if we are careful and clever, I believe it can be done,” Gandalf looked to Bilbo who was on his right, “That’s why we need a burglar,”

Bilbo hummed, “and a good one too,” he added, “An expert, I’d imagine,”

“And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“He said he’s an expert!” Oin, the old dwarf with hearing issues exclaimed. 

Having been out of the spotlight for awhile, you were starting to enjoy watching how they interacted. It was especially funny to see Bilbo scramble as he tried to get out of the hole someone else had dug for him and in his attempts to get out only loosened the dirt more. 

“He’s hardly burglar material,” one had said, and you could see the slight look of offence on Bilbo’s face before he replied with a “see?” to help him get out. 

“And what about her then?”

You amused look vanished when you realized you were being addressed, all eyes on you now. 

“You brought us a worthless burglar and a woman,” one of the harsher dwarves spoke to Gandalf, the anxiety that rose in your chest then blocked you from identifying them, “whys she here? We hardly have any use for free loaders,”

Why these fucking-

Yes, as far as you knew you had no idea how to use a sword and probably  wouldn’t be much help. But what pissed you off was the fact that because you were a girl, they assumed right off the bat you were useless. 

Before you could open your mouth to reply Gandalf responded. 

“If I say Bilbo is a burglar, than a burglar he is!” Gandalf was standing now, he looked angry, “And miss Y/n is far stronger than you all think. You enlisted me to find the 14th member of this company, and I have chosen master Baggins. And I have brought you a bonus. They offer much more than any of you know, including themselves,”

Both you and Bilbo gave Gandalf a questioning look, but before you could ask Thorin spoke up. 

“Very well, we will do it your way,” he didn’t sound pleased, but order Balin to pass the contract anyway. 

It was only meant for Bilbo, because they were only expecting a burglar, but you preferred not having to sign a contract anyway. 

Despite this, Balin said he’d write up a simple one for you to sign by tomorrow morning. You decided not to argue. 

“...Funeral arrangements?” Bilbo spoke up. He’d been reading it all off out loud but you only decided to hear that part. 

He read some more, until he hit it. 

“Incineration?”

“Aye, he’ll melt the flesh right off your bones,” Bofur replied, not helping the situation. 

You swore that was the point of his character in this story. 

And he continued to do so, not help that is, as by the end of his telling the poor hobbit the horrible ways he could die on this quest said halfling promptly fainted. 

“Fun,” you spoke sarcastically as he collapsed, earning more looks. 

You better get used to that 

Bilbo was moved to a chair and you all waited for him to wake up. During that time and the time following in which he kept saying he had to “sit quietly for a moment” you got to mingling. 

You could tell that not many, if any of the dwarves trusted you. And all were suspicious. You did manage some semi decent conversations though. 

Bilbo ended up rejecting the contract, you, again, were fully aware that was going to happen. It didn’t bother you though. He would be back.

The night went on, a song by the campfire was sung and you relished in that tune before the soon to be company of Thorin Oakensheild decided to hit the hay. Blankets were passed around, and you ended up sleeping on the floor somewhere.

“We leave at dawn tomorrow,” Fili, one of the dwarves you had been able to talk to tonight informed you, “Make sure you’re ready to go,”

“Sure thing,”

And with that you slept uncomfortably on the floor of Bilbo’s home, just like all the others. You better get used to those sorts of sleeping conditions

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I Know How Your Story Ends - Prologue Part 2

Prologue Part 1 / Ch. 1

Part 2! Here we go! I got a little lazy near the end cause I’m excited to get on to the actual chapters, so sorry about that.

If y’all don’t wanna read this one here’s a TLDR; Reader gets drunk, sleeps, and buys a horse named Samwise and is now on their way to the shire

Warnings; probably more swearing, don’t remember

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At that point Gandalf had figured out you weren’t from middle earth at all. A quick conversation later and you knowing his name without him telling you made him realize something else was up as well.

So now here you were, he had invited you to come with him to Bree for he had someone to meet, and he planned to bring you along to what followed this meeting. If the meeting went well.

You didn’t know of his plans to keep you around though, so as you rode behind him on his horse you wondered what you would do when you made it to the town, since you still didn’t know how to get home.

Wait, weren’t you riding with a wizard?

“Hey Gandalf,” you spoke up after you two had been riding for awhile, “what do you know about other worlds?”

You don’t know why you hadn’t asked before, but better late than never.

“I know of them,” the grey wizard replied, “however I know no link between them, nor have I been to any others,”

“So you wouldn’t be able to, say, send someone to one? Even if that person is originally from said other world?”

“I don’t believe I would,”

Your heart sank, “oh,” I guess it wasn’t going to be that easy, why would it be?

“Where are you from Ms. Y/n? If you don’t mind me asking,” Gandalf asked.

“Well, I guess it’s pretty obvious by now, but I’m not from middle earth. I’m from another world entirely, I guess,”

You ended up explaining a bit to Gandalf as your journey to the nearby town continued and came to an end, and by the time it did Gandalf had made a decision.

“It seems that although I do not know how to help you right now, I must do what I can,” he spoke, “you will come with me and stay by my side until I can get you home,”

Your eyes widened as you looked up at the wizard, a mixture of shock and relief written on your face.

“Really? Oh thank god,” you let out a sigh, “or- Mahal, I don’t know what’d I do if I was supposed to be here alone,”

Gandalf hummed, a gleam in his eye as he smiled kindly at you. However, it changed to a more business look a second later.

“However,” you looked back up at him, “I have a meeting to attend to here as I mentioned earlier, and then I must head to the shire tonight,”

The shire? Why would he be going to the shire? Where even were you in the timeline right now? Dammit, you should’ve asked that.

“Business that you can not come along for, so I shall leave you here,” the wizard continued, and panic yet again rose in your gut.

“What? But you said-“

“Do not worry my dear, for we will meet again tomorrow evening. I shall provide you with money for a room at the inn tonight and a decent meal, along with money for a horse. You will go to the stables in the early morning and ask the man there for a horse, and by evening you will be in hobbiton. You will meet me at the hobbit hole with the marking on the door,”

“Wait, marking? What kind of marking?”

You were confused, but also a little skeptical. A hobbit hole with a marking on the door? Gears started turning.

“I’m fairly sure you are well aware of what it will look like,” Gandalf smiled his signature all knowing smile.

“Gandalf,”

You figured you’d ask one last question as he handed you a sack of what you would assume are coins for the things he said he’d provide you for. The old man hummed as he climbed back onto the horse, this time you weren’t getting on too.

“Has Erebor been reclaimed?”

“No, it has not,” He yet again, gave you a knowing smile, “fair well, dear Y/n, I shall see you tomorrow as the sun sets. You take the western road. The journey is not too long, but it is not short either, it is best if you leave as early as when you get your horse,”

And with that he left, and you watched him go. He entered Bree and disappeared into the crowds. Though you didn’t see that part since he dropped you just outside the gate. He couldn’t have at least brought you in?

You put that aside for a second, thinking.

Gandalf was going to the shire. He had a meeting tonight. Tomorrow you were supposed to meet at a certain hobbit hole there. Erebor was not reclaimed. Gandalf and hobbits. What the hell was with Gandalf and hobbits?

You put it together, a theory at least. You had been dropped the day before the quest began, and now you had no choice but to get a horse and join.

It wasn’t the first time you panicked since you got here, and it wouldn’t be the last. Nevertheless you walked into Bree, passing the gate and scanning the streets.

You saw the bar that was in both trilogies, the inn as well. You also walked to find the stable that you would purchase your horse from in the morning.

None of these buildings were too far apart, so at least you had that going for you. Y’know, in between the waking up in a whole new world and being left behind by the wizard.

Damn Gandalf. Why’d he have to leave you? Without explaining really anything either?

You ended up going back to The Prancing Pony, you had decided now was as good a time as ever to get some food. And hey, maybe you could try middle earth’s ale?

You asked for a room as soon as you walked in, and after you were gifted your key you decided to first go up and see what type of room you had gotten.

You opened the large wooden door and saw a single bed in the room, across from it was an old dresser with a clouded mirror. Despite the fact that it all the looked old and flashes of the ring wraiths passed through your mind, it didn’t look that bad.

You went and sat on the bed, the mattress sunk a bit under your weight. It seemed surprisingly comfortable, more so than you expected. As you were thinking this you absently looked up into the mirror, and saw the state of your hair.

Frizzed, and you could spot one or two leaves in there. How had you not noticed?

You decided that that wasn’t going to work, especially if you were planning to go back down for drinks soon.

You looked through the dresser, and to your luck a brush had been placed in the top drawer. Whose brush it was? You don’t know, but you figured it was fine for one day.

You brushed it all down and decided to pull your hair back into a single French braid, wanting to keep it out of your face as soon as possible. You struggled, not being the best at braiding your own hair, and it showed with the few loose strands that dangles in your face. You decided it was still better than leaving it down.

After that slight fix you made your way back to the bar, taking a seat at the counter on one of the big stools. It was loud, people hollering and it was reaching dusk now, more people would be coming in. You ordered some ale. Drink first, food later.

It didn’t go completely unnoticed by you how some wandering stares landed on you, a woman with a sword in a bar was not a normal sight. Especially not one who looked dressed for travel.

You first pint was served, and you stared down into the brown liquid, thinking. Wondering how you were going to survive in middle earth long enough for Gandalf to send you home. Wondering if you were actually at the point where Gandalf gets Thorin to reclaim Erebor or if it was all some weird coincidence.

You took a sip, middle earth’s ale was not underrated. You drank, and somewhere in there you ordered some food.

Luckily you went through your evening with no incidents, despite the fact that people were obviously curious about the woman with the sword. You thanked whatever god was in charge here for not letting anyone come ask questions.

You returned to your room later in the evening, and crashed, savouring the only bed you assumed you’d have for awhile. The next morning you went to the stable as Gandalf instructed.

You picked out a beautiful light brown horse, one that the man said was one of the strongest he had. You figured that’d be smart if you were traveling with Gandalf. As far as you knew you’d never be anywhere but on the road until he figured out how to get you home.

You also had some money left over after all of that surprisingly, Gandalf was loaded apparently. You decided to save it for if you needed it at some point.

You had named the horse Samwise, it felt like it fit. And together you and Samwise took to the road, still fairly early in the morning.

That was when you started your journey to hobbiton, where you would meet Gandalf at a certain hobbit hole.

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I know how your story ends - Prologue part 1

a/n - First Fanfic on this site. I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile now so I figured I’d finally write it down so here we are.

Middle earth/the hobbit x Reader (Maybe Thorin x Reader later not sure yet)

Not a one shot

Warnings: Two or three swears, the reader is probably gonna be throwing some profanity in this series, not much happens yet just setting up some story

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A cold wind passed through the clearing, weaving through the semi tall blades of grass and causing them to wave to the sky. The clearing was small, a round break in the trees not too far from the path that lay and carried many on their way. In the middle of the area lay a figure.

Human, that’s was she was. And even though it is true that humans did exist in this world, she sure was not from it. You wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at her, since she seemed to be wearing the typical wear. Well, not quite, seeing as women tended to wear dresses and skirts, but this one wore a tunic and trousers, but those garments were indeed from this world. Nonetheless she came from a different world, and definitely had no idea why in god’s name she was here.

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Your eyes fluttered open and were met by the harsh glare of the sun. It seemed to have come up just to bring you hell today seeing as it was the morning light. A groaned escaped your lips as you used your left elbow to prop yourself up, right hand flying to your forehead to try and ease the huge headache the light brought.

It started to ease, and you moved your hand just enough to look around.

What the..?

Trees grew high and surrounded your little resting place, confusing the hell out of you in the process. This definitely wasn’t your bed, nor your room. 

“Alright Y/n, what’d you do this time?” You muttered to yourself, trying to ignore the panic rising in your chest.

You finished sitting up all the way and let your elbows rest on your knees, taking in the fact that you were wearing some medieval-type pants and not your regular jeans. They went down until they met the heavy steel-toed boots halfway down your shin, tucked in behind the fur that circled the rim of the boot.

A white tunic hung pretty loosely over your chest, just baggy enough but not too much. It came down to just past your hips, and the sleeves were pre-rolled to your elbows. A leather vest hung over it all, completing the outfit.

“So… I got drunk and joined a larping group again?” You wondered half-sure, it was the best explanation for right now.

After that you stood up, “Hey! Is anyone here?” you called out, hoping to see if anyone was around, maybe your last night drinking buddies or something.

When you were met with nothing but the normal forest sounds you went to take a couple steps, maybe they were passed out like you were, but you were soon sent right back where you started. On the ground.

Your foot caught something and you tripped, face first into the grass.

“God dammit,” You grumbled, sitting up again and looking to see what you tripped on.

There, hidden in the grass lay a leather sheath attached to a belt. You reached for it, curious to see what it was and how in the heck you tripped over a piece of leather. However, once your fingers fastened around the thing and you lifted it you felt the weight, and quickly a beautifully crafted handle came into view. It was made of silver, and the grip that matched it’s holder had been concealed by the grass, and now that it was revealed in the light you knew you wanted it.

“Damn…” You pulled the sword’s handle slightly, feeling the grip in your fingers. It felt like they belonged there. Your tug revealed a bit of the sword itself, it’s shining metal blinding you with the reflection of the sun. “I always hated the saying, but since there’s no one else here and this thing looks awesome, finders keepers,”

You re-sheathed the weapon and chuckled quietly to yourself, happy with your find. You may be in the middle of nowhere, but at least you had a souvenir for when you got back home.

Ah, that’s right. You kinda need to find a way back. You decided that you were in fact alone by now, so your next objective was to find some form of civilization. Careful not to trip on anything else, you carried the sword in your hand as you chose a direction and started walking. When you reached the edge of the clearing you paused, unsure about going into the forest and possibly getting even more lost.

Your pondering was inturupted though when you started hearing… hooves? A horse?

You figured the possibility of someone who knew where you were was worth it right now, and you walked into the trees. You didn’t have far at all to go until you found a path, just a couple steps. When you walked out and stopped on the side you found the source of the sound.

You were surprised actually, you shouldn’t have been able to hear the galloping from where you were based on how far away the horse must have been at the time, but now the figure was only a few steps away and had slowed to a trot.

You spotted a man on it’s back, at least it looked like a man.

“Hey!” You called as they got closer, but when they actually came into view you dropped the hand you were holding up.

“Hello,” An old man’s voice spoke and he stopped his dark coloured horse right in front of you, “Are you lost?”

He looked you up and down, noticing how your hair fell and was a total mess, and the unusual wear for a woman. But most of all he eyed that sword grasped in your hand, belt not yet fastened around your waist and instead just hanging loosely. He got a good look at the strange markings engraved in the leather, markings you failed to notice and if you had probably would’ve just brushed it off as a fantasy language. But not even Gandalf could read these.

Oh yeah, it’s Gandalf by the way.

“Uh…” You stared in shock. Either they were making another movie that you didn’t know about and had stumbled your way onto set, which was highly unlikely cause you love everything tolkien, or something really weird was happening and this was the actual Gandalf. “I guess? Mind telling me where I am?”

The old wizard stared down at you, making a mental note of your speech patterns.

“I’m afraid you are just outside Bree,” He replied.

“Did I join the movie cast last night?” You asked, trying to find a logical explanation for how you were talking to Gandalf, and are apparently just outside of Bree.

“No?” Gandalf asked, “My dear, are you alright?”

“Am I in middle earth?”

“Yes,”

“Fuck,”