Far From Home

****I forgot to add this in before. Stupid me. Anyways....Just a quick note to state that I own absolutely NONE of Tolkien's characters. But I do own Roxanne. So I just want to say again PLEASE R&R!!!! Please and Thank you!!! Enjoy the Story!****


“God damn!” Roxanne said drowsily, as she slowly pried her eyes open to meet the waking world. “Mom was right about staying up late studying; you can actually pass out from studying too long.”

“Wait a minute. This isn’t my room!” she gasped, more than a little scared.

“Where’s my bed, my desk!!” she shouted loudly. “Where’s my room? Oh...My...God!!!! Whoever is playing this trick on me better come out right now!! Or I swear I’ll beat the hell out of you!!!!”

“Ok girl, we gotta calm down now. Maybe this is all just a very bad dream,” she told herself softly, in the hopes of calming herself down. It seemed to have worked at least for a few minutes anyway.

“Ok,” she told herself softly, “I could just be dreaming. I’ll just pinch myself and then I’ll wake up. Ok, here I go.”
 
“Owww!” she said as self-induced pain shot up her arm. "Damn that hurt!"

“I guess if I’m not dreaming…” she paused, “…then I’ll have to figure out where I am.”

So, partly reassured by her own question, she made the decision to find help and eventually get the hell out of wherever she was.

“I mean, this place looks like someone could possibly live here, there has to be someone living around here,” she said to herself, then added, “I hope."

“Ok Roxanne, choose a direction to go,” she said reassuringly. She then added thoughtfully, “So now to figure out which way I should go. Hmmmm. You know maybe I’ve gone insane. And now I’m in some kind of god damn asylum. But, I don’t know that cause’ I’m so bloody crazy I think I’m in some rocky plain. Weird place to be, I would rather imagine myself in Hawaii instead. Much more beautiful. And warmer too. It's so god damn cold here I'll freeze my ass off."

“Maybe I should...”
 
CRACK!!
 
“What was that? Wha-Who’s th-there?” She stammered, frightened.

She looked around frantically trying to find the source of the sound.

“Oh well, It might have been just a bird or an animal.” She said very unsure of her surroundings.

When she turned back around, she saw that she was sadly mistaken. What she saw was a blond haired dude pointing a bow and arrow in her face. There were about eight other guys with their weapons at the ready. There were four very short guys that were more like children than anything else holding small swords, a tall one with a shield, another short guy with a sort of reddish beard and an axe, a tall guy with worn clothes and a sword, and a old guy clad in gray holding a staff and sword.
 
“Wh-Who a-are you guys?” She stammered.

“The question is not who are we but who are you child?” asked the old man with a long gray beard, gray clothes, a gray pointy hat, and a long stick.

“Hey! Listen here buddy! I’m not a child, I’m a teenager. So don’t call me a child! And um my name is Ann.” She said lying and a little angry.

“Forgive me for my rudeness. Of course any one with half a mind can see that you are a blossoming young woman.” he said elegantly.

“Oook, I don’t know about the blossoming part, but I’ll take it. Thanks. Soooo now can you tell me who the hell you all are? Please.” Roxanne says. When she repeated the question they asked to be excused for a moment. She didn’t know why but they all seemed pretty familiar. Oh well, it could just be her very over excited imagination.

When they came back the old man spoke first and each one followed with their name. Roxanne had now learned that their names were Gandalf the Gray (who oddly enough is the guy dressed in gray, imagine that), Boromir of Gondor, Gimli son of Gloin, Aragorn (he bowed to her when he said his name, he was such a gentleman!), Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, (were the other short guys) and last but not least the infamous guy who pointed the arrow in her face was Prince Legolas of Mirkwood who apologized for sticking his bow and arrow in her face. It took a minute for those names to click inside her head, but when they did you should see their faces after what she said.

“Oh...my...god! Oh my god! You guys are the Fellowship of the Ring, aren’t you?! This is sooooooo cool!!

They looked so bewildered after she said that. It was as if someone had just punched them all in the stomach. Frodo was the only one who had a straight face, otherwise they all had their mouths open.

“How do you know about us? Somebody at the council meeting must have been a spy for Sauron and told him about our quest about our quest. I knew this wasn’t a good idea.” Says Boromir, he’s the guy with the shield, and in Roxanne‘s opinion, a little too noble for his own good.

“You’ve already attended to the Council of Elrond in Rivendell?” Roxanne asked excitedly.

“Yes, child, but how do you know about the meeting?” inquired Gandalf.

“You mean this is true all of it? Every little speck of it?” Roxanne said, getting a strange feeling.

“What is all true? But, you still haven’t answered my question.” He said.

But Roxanne was not interested in answering his question, not anymore. She was more interested in the first part of what he said, if what he said was true, well she didn‘t want to think about that.

“Oh no, Oh no. This can’t be true. Because if it’s true than that means I’m in...No it can’t be. It just can‘t be” She says whimpered.

“I’m in freakin’ MIDDLE EARTH!!!!”