"Are you ready yet?" Tiffany pined, I hurriedly rushed into the front room with armfuls of snacks and picky bits for us to snack on within the next 9 hours of pure Lord of the Rings loveliness.
"Yes, yes," I plopped the food down on the cushions and blankets piled high, shortly followed by myself. "Have you got my drink over there?" I asked, Tiff slid my drink over to me before pressing play on the remote. Thus, The fellowship of the ring began to play out before our eyes.
Although, suddenly I felt this peculiar sensation overcome me. The room began to blur and I could barely make out the objects around me. "Tiff... do you-"
Black.
"Ah!" I awoke with a cry. "Tiffany?" I observed my surroundings, I was surrounded by plush pillows with a scrunched up duvet draping over my lower half. The room was almost tunnel-like, but had cream walls punctuated by oak beams. Sunlight streamed in through a window adjacent to where the bed was. Flinging the duvet off me, I revealed my torso clothed in a cotton night gown, then two hairy feet attached to my very own legs, what the fuck?
Panicked, I rushed to the nearest mirror - which was conveniently placed upon a bureau. Staring at my reflection, I slowly pushed my curled brown hair behind my ears only to reveal a more pointed ear than I was used to seeing. Once again, what the fuck?
Knock! Knock!
"Bea? It's me, Pippin! Open up!"
"Uh, I'll be there in just a minute!" I called.
I ran the the smaller room connected to the bedroom, which thankfully turned out to be a wardrobe. Scrambling to find some decent clothes, I threw on some brown calf-length culottes, a cream blouse (with suspenders of course), adorned by a Golden ornate waistcoat. Oddly, they fitted me perfectly.... strange.
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"It is time, my child..." A deep voice sounded from behind Tiffany's closed lids. "Awake and you may fulfil your true purpose."
Tiffany's eyelids fluttered open, she stared up at a figure whom she recognised to be Gandalf The grey, Gandalf Stormcrow. She sat up, observing the bed she was upon.
"Welcome to Middle Earth, I have some things to explain to you - but I know that you are ready to hear them."
"You're Gandalf, this is Middle Earth." She echoed. The Grey wizard before her leant on his Staff, waiting for her to finish processing the initial shock. He then tapped his staff twice on the wooden boards, triggering Tiffany's hair to begin shifting from a red tinted brown into a deep purple hue, next to change was her clothes. Her glasses changed into small silver spectacles and her modern clothing fizzled into a purple gown that brushed her toes. The gown was complemented by a set of wizards robes that glistened with a similar shade of violet.
"What's all this?" She asked.
"Your real name isn't 'Tiffany', it's Ravenna Stormcrow, Ravenna the Violet- Kin of Gandalf Stormcrow" He explained, now Ravenna nodding along. "You are my daughter, a Wizard too."
"Do I get a staff?" Ravenna requested, making her Father laugh.
"Yes, yes you do." He replied, then a white staff began to form in Ravenna's fist, the top twirled and encased a cluster of amethyst.
"So why was I on Earth for so long? Why didn't you bring me here earlier?"
"I was waiting for the right moment to bring you here, I wanted to keep you safe but seeing you grow so unhappy in a foreign world - I thought it best to bring you back where you belong" He explained.
"But what about-"
"Your friend Bronagh, is safe and sound in her own Hobbit hole. She will be at peace now with her kind, she fits in awfully well."
"She'll love that, Could I go see her?"
"In due course, my child. I'm to be in attendance at Bilbo Baggins birthday celebration, and you are quite welcome to join me"
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An unexpected, expected Adventure?
FanficA Private story, dedicated to one of my most loyal of companions. Thank you for always being there.
