An unexpected, expected Adventure?

Again, what the fuck????

I opened the door, revealing Pippin bouncing on the heels of his feet. He smiled at me, a cheeky grin I'd call it.

"Well? Can I come in?" He asked, a hearty chuckle following thereafter.

I fumbled with my words, then managing to choke out a "yesyesofcourse"

Stepping aside, Pippin wandered into the abode I had woken up in. I assumed it was mine, my Hobbit hole. Pippin made himself right at home, slopping down into an armchair in front of the withering fire.

"So, what brings you to my abode?" I asked, taking a seat at a pine wood desk in front of a bay window.

"Don't you remember?" He asked, only for me to gawk at him cluelessly. "you invited me over for Elevenses, you wrote it down in your diary n' everythin'" I then glanced over to the open book on the desk in front of me, only to read 'Elevenses With Pip, Tuesday ❤️'

"Ah yes, how silly of me to forget!" I exclaimed. "I hope I have some leftover cakes in the pantry..." I chuckled nervously.

"Not to worry! I'm sure we'll find something" And so, Pippin jumped up from his seat and grasped my hand in his to pull me to my own pantry - to find our Elevenses.

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Ravenna swayed in the movements of the wagon as her father drove himself and his daughter to attend the Birthday party of Bilbo Baggins - Gandalf looked forward to seeing his old friend once more. Ravenna looked forward to seeing her friend Bronagh, known as Bea to her fellow Hobbits.

The grassy green banks of The Shire evened out and the woodland trees thinned out to reveal townsfolk hoisting banners proclaiming 'Happy Birthday Bilbo!" Splayed across them. Hobbits were carrying baskets of food to and fro, pitching tents and carrying benches out to the village green. The scene was idyllic, everyone helping out to celebrate a fellow friend's milestone birthday, the brandy wine river just a stones throw away.

The cart was filled with fireworks, magnificent ones, Bilbo would love them and they would add just that extra bit extravagance to his birthday soirée.

Ravenna was adjusting well to her new life in middle Earth, she was becoming more and more proficient in her magic as the days went on. The staff was a perfect match for her - it had been crafted by the woodland Elves, which explained the twisting wood it was fabricated from.

It was a warmer spring day, and so the breeze was pleasant and it wasn't too hot or too cold. Ravenna was wearing her usual gown, the purple one with sliver embroidery and cape sleeves- and black cloak for travelling. Ravenna's hair was tied up intricately in a braid with two small strands falling to down the sides of her face, framing it in the daylight.

"Bronagh!" Ravenna called, seeing her old friend walking arm in arm with a certain Pippin Took. Good old Bronagh she thought.

Her Hobbit friend seemed to perk up at the sound of her Birth name being called, although Pippin seemed confused at how the two knew one another. The Hobbit excused herself from the company of Pippin and strode up the wagon.

"What are you doing here?" Bea asked, gushing at how amazing her best friend looked.

"It's a long story, but I'm a wizard now so that's fuckin Rad" Ravenna chuckled, leaning on her white staff to make eye contact with her friend.

When transported from their old universe, Ravenna (formerly known as Tiffany) had stayed mostly the same aside from gaining magical powers and a makeover. However, Bea had changed slightly. She was much shorter than before, if that was perhaps even possible, and her faded blue hair had changed to a chocolatey brown.

The most noticeable change between the two of them, was that they looked much Happier. Ravenna was living her dream of existing in a mystical world where magic was real and Dragons were very real too. Other than that, she had a purpose - Ravenna had memorised the Lord of the Rings timeline and knew exactly what was coming.

They needed to destroy the one ring.

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Later that Evening,

Bilbo's party was well under way, there was many merry songs being played. Frodo had managed to push Sam into the arms of Rosie Cotton, and Ravenna was enjoying an Ale with her best friend - Bronagh.

"New clothes then?" Bea chuckled, gesturing to the glistening purple gown.

"It's Elven silk, crafted in LothLorien"

"Fancy, I did see the leaves embroidered on it." Bea smiled.

Since becoming a Wizard, a great deal of wisdom had been bestowed on Ravenna, and it was not for the first time that evening that she had noticed her friend's eyes wander over to a certain hobbit not-so-suspiciously trying to chug his drink next to the fireworks tent.

"You like him already?" Ravenna laughed.

"There was a heart next to his name in my diary, where I'd written our Elevenses date," Bea replied, making her magical friend snort. "There's also love letters in the desk drawer, my desk drawer."

"I'm hoping to get my hands on Arancorn."

"Oh fuck off. That was a mistake! A mispronunciation!" Bea defended, sloshing her ale on the wooden table.

"Okay, okay," Ravenna's faced turned serious, she'd remembered what she needed to tell her friend. "Listen, Bea. Go to your house, and you'll need to pack some things. Make sure you have things for all kinds of weather - nothing too frivolous though. We leave tonight."

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