Kíli x reader/oc (will write a Fíli x reader/oc POV soon)
Summary: When two girls fell into Middle Earth, excited at the prospects of living through their all time favourite novel, they find things are not as they seem.
Something is watching them, a...
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Oneirataxia (Definition): The inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.
(Noun / Origin: Derived from the Greek word'oneiros', meaning dream and 'taxis' meaning arrangement / one-er-tax-ea)
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Bag End, Hobbiton, The Shire – T.A. Monday, 25th April 2941 of the Third Age (Monday, 5th Thrimidge, 1341 in Shire-reckoning)
Our eyes widened, a silence falling over the both of us as we stilled. Staring at each other, we remained frozen like statues, listening for the words we had been desperately anticipating for the past 19 months.
And just like that, our prayers were answered.
"What do you mean?" Grumbled an oh-so familiar voice, and I felt the hairs on my arms stand on end. "Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not?" The two of us practically scrambled onto our hands and knees, hovering our ears near the bush to catch every word. "Or, perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning, or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"
I leant up on my knees, ignoring the sharp sting of a random thistle that Bilbo had forgotten to meticulously weed out. Grasping Kay's shoulder, I held my breath, preparing for what was about to be revealed in front of us. Something we had been waiting an eternity for.
Slowly raising my head, my eyes immediately locked onto the tip of a pointy, grey hat, and I felt my heart drop to my stomach in nerves and excitement as I rose up further, the hat entering my view inch by inch until it revealed the person wearing it beneath.
Kay grasped my wrist that was still latched onto her shoulder, and I felt myself practically shaking as Gandalf the Grey himself finally came into view. I was almost back in my living room, watching the original scene play out, the shot from the TV coincidentally lining up with the view that was in front of me.
My eyes darted between Bilbo and the tall wizard in front of him, and I felt a tiny bit of relief at the sight of someone taller than me for once. But that didn't last much longer as the initial shock silenced my spinning mind, taking in the two once-fictional characters with rigorous intensity. Kay and I refused to budge an inch, determined to catch and absorb every second of this moment and keep it seared into our minds for the rest of eternity.
