The Elf From America

This story is about a dream I had about the Lord of the Rings. I dreamed that I accompanied the Fellowship on the entire journey of the Trilogy. But on this journey I was an elf. I wish to share with many people this dream. I also shall be using myself in the third person if anyone was wondering. I thought this title would be more triggering in the mind. Read it and enjoy!


Emilie tossed and turned in her bed. It was midnight and she still couldn't get to sleep. She decided to start quoting the Fellowship of the Ring. It always helped her go to sleep. She began to recite it but looked out the window. It was cloudy. She hadn't been able to make her wish because of it. Emilie had wished on a star a million times to enter Tolkien's world. She slowly drifted off to sleep with the Fellowship pictures in her mind. What she didn't know was that her wish was about to come true and she would embark on one of the most dangerous journeys of her young life.


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Emilie woke up, or at least she thought she woke up. It was no longer night. But she also realized something; she was no longer in her bed! The first thing she saw was vast green rolling plains. The sun was shining marvelously. She also noticed something else; I'm not in pajamas! She was clothed in a long blue dress that fell off the shoulders and bared her arms. She felt the sun on her bare back. A white jewel rested on her forehead connected by a silver chain that wound threw her hair. Her hair was longer and darker. Emilie reached up to her ears daring to touch what she thought was there. It was. Her ears were pointed. She was an elf! My wish has come true! But where am I? She wondered to herself.

She looked around and discovered where she was. She was in Hobbiton; she saw the town in the distance. She saw the hobbit holes with their doors embedded in the ground. She was in the Shire.

"It must be a dream. I refuse to wake up," she said to herself.

Emilie walked into the town trying to appear casual but failed. The hobbits pointed at her and gave her astonished looks. She crossed the bridge and made her way down the lane. Hobbit holes rested gently beside it. For some reason, she knew exactly where she was going. She walked through the gate and up the porch. She took a deep breath, hesitantly knocked on the door, and braced herself for who might answer.

"Yes?"

She saw a hobbit with brown curly hair and beautiful blue eyes. He stared at her in amazement. It was Frodo.

"Well dear me. There is an elf standing at me door," he said with his eyes staring at her.

"Frodo Baggins?" she said.

"Yes? Who might you be?"

She thought to herself for a moment and rattled off the first elvish name that came to her mind.

"My name is Elenya. May I come in?"

"I suppose."

He opened the door for her as she stepped inside. She had to bend down slightly for she was very tall. Frodo began running around like a nervous hobbit.

"Tea?" he shouted to her.

"Please."

Elenya sat at the table as he poured the hot drink into her glass. He twiddled his thumbs nervously.

"May I ask what you are doing here?" he spoke up.

"Yes you may. Let's say I am a wanderer searching for something."

"What?"

"I don't know. I don't know how I came to be here, I just am. Listen, I need a favor," she ran her words together.

"What?" he asked again.

"May I stay with you for awhile?"

"I beg your pardon." he sputtered.

"I must. I have nowhere else to go," she stated simply.

"Where do you come from?" he asked curiously.

"I can not answer that," she said staring into her glass.

"It is fine with me."

She glanced up at him and looked into his blue eyes. A small smile slid across his face. He continued to stare at her for Elenya was very beautiful. He began feeling uncomfortable and nervously moved around in his chair.

"I will have to ask Uncle Bilbo," Frodo said.

"Where is he?" she asked.

"He's writing his book in his study. Come along," he took her hand.

"Please, I don't wish to disturb him."

"Nonsense, you're an elf. Better for him to find out now that you‘re here. I just can't believe you chose today to show up. Bilbo's one hundred and eleventh birthdays is tonight. It will be a magnificent party."

"I'm sure it will."

Frodo led her into the study where she saw a slightly chubby hobbit sitting in his chair writing the words ‘There and Back Again a Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins’.


"Uncle Bilbo?" Frodo said touching his shoulder.

"Yes, Frodo? I said no more well wishers, visitors, or distant relations," the old hobbit groused.

"Turn around, Bilbo."

He did and immediately dropped the ink which spilled onto the wood floor. She smiled slightly.

"What in Arda is an elf doing in Bag End?" Bilbo asked.

"Bilbo Baggins, I presume?"

"Yes?" he asked, staring at her.

"My name is Elenya. I have something to ask you. But I-I-

"She wishes to stay with us Bilbo," Frodo finished. Way to go Frodo she thought.

"What?! An elf in Bag End! Living with me! You must be joking!" Bilbo exclaimed.

"I know this is a shock, but I need to. Please?" she asked.

"I can not think about it now. Night is coming on and I must get ready for the party," Bilbo said standing up. "I will tell you after the party whether you may or not."

"As you wish," she said knowing that he wouldn't be there after the party and Frodo would have to make the decision.

Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door. But it sounded as though a large stick was knocking instead of a hand. Gandalf!

"See who that is at the door," Bilbo said to Frodo. Emilie watched as Frodo went to answer the door. Bilbo put his papers away in his drawer. Elenya turned around and collided with Gandalf.

"Tis strange when an elf appears in Bag End," he said eyeing her.

"Even more so one of the Istari, Olorin," she said softly and smiled.

"Olorin, yes. I do not know your face but you are familiar to me. Have we met?"

"Perhaps we have."

"Elenya," Frodo interrupted. "Will you accompany me to the field? The party will be starting soon."

"I will be glad to," she said taking his hand. I'm certain it will be quite a party, she thought excitedly.