LOTR/HOBBIT IMAGINES/PREFRENCES

A girl from another realm

For Marcelaudomov I hope I got this right! Prepare yourself, it's long. FYI I started writing it, and I'm making it a series 😂 Absolutely fell in love with the many ideas in my head.

You had been sitting on your bed all evening scrolling through Wattpad, looking for something Lord of the Rings related to read. Your eyes wandered to the window as you saw the lightening strike close to your cottage house. Quickly, you closed the windows with a latch and decided to boil some water for some tea. The band Celtic woman was playing in the background causing you to hum while cleaning the dining table to bring your laptop. You heard a knock at the door, and your brows furrowed with nervousness.

"Who could be here this late?" You murmured. "It's almost 11 at night."

The knocking continued, and you saw a gentle woman peeking through the hole. You slowly opened the door to see the woman in a pink and blue dress, and a large sack that she carried on her back. In addition, she wore a grey cloak and had her hood on to protect her from the rain.

"What can I do for you?" You asked calmly.

"Could you spare a woman some food, and water?" She asked meekly. "If it's not too much trouble."

"Of course!" You said, compassion in your tone. "Please come in."

The young woman smiled gratefully, and set her bag by the table. Just as she sat down, the kettle rang signaling that it was ready.

"It's a beautiful house you have." She remarked with a smile. "Has it always been yours?"

"Yeah. It has been in the family for years, I'm the last one to have it."

"Family," she murmured. "Where is your family?"

"Gone..... they aren't here anymore... it's just me."

The woman nodded with sympathy until her eyes widened with shock. "I don't believe I've told you my name. My name is Faye."

"Y/N"

"Y/N...... you remind me of a family that lived in a distant land."

"I'm adopted, so I don't know who my real family is." You spoke causing Faye to slightly smile.  "Tea?"

Faye nodded and gratefully accepted the cup and drank a portion of the tea. "Tell me, what kind of adventures have you had?"

"None really, I'm a writer..... of sorts. I also knit things, that's how I support myself I suppose. I even have an Etsy shop." You remarked.

"What's Etsy?" The woman asked, completely confused. "I don't think I've ever heard of it before."

"Oh it's an online-" you began, but you noticed the woman looked even more confused. "It's a series of shops that people sell their stuff at."

"Anyways," Faye waved dismissively. "Do you think you would be up for an adventure? You seem to be full of life, and your all alone."

"What kind of adventure. You sound like a wizard I've heard of." You leaned forward with curiosity. "Would I come back here?"

"What was the wizards name?" Faye asked attentively leaning forward in her seat as much as you were.

"Um, Gandalf the Grey?" You asked tentatively.

Faye smiled with glee "Oh you know him! He's my absolute favorite!"

You stared wide eyed at Faye, for you were confused as to how she knew him when all he was to you was a dearly beloved fictional character.