EDIT: I HAVE REWRITTEN AND EDITED THE CRAP OUTTA THIS...CRAP.

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And to all my old readers, you do not need to re read the whole thing XD In honor of the Hobbit movie coming out, I decided to come back to my, some what, shit story.

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The Shire

When I had woken up, I found myself laying in the grass and the sun shining brightly down at me. I looked around to see where I was and thought that I was in some sort of forest or park. I stood up and felt my back muscles groan, not only that but it felt that I had hit my head on something. I took one more look around and tried to remember where I was.

Maybe I had hit my head and forgotten my memories.

I tried thinking. My name was Sera, I am 17 years old, and I'm...completely lost!

So I had ruled out being an amnesiac, but I was totally lost and knew that wherever I was, was not home. Because, last time I checked, my room didn't have a ton of trees and shrubbery everywhere.

I continued to try and take deep, calming, breaths and tried to think rationally. I needed to find people and then the people could help me find home and where the hell I was.

After my little moment I had decided to walk in a random direction and was happy to hear the sound of people, more like a town. I quickly ran toward the noise and saw that indeed was a town, but not one I had expected.

The houses looked like they were half-way underground or made into the sides of hills. Everything in the town was old fashion, and I didn't see a piece of technology anywhere. Everything was either carried in woven baskets or in wagons that were drawn by horse. And not only were that, but the people of this little town, well, little as well. I was tempted to just walk up and ask the nearest person near me, but I seemed to be an outsider or something because they were also wearing clothes you would see in the Middle Ages, or something.

Going agents my better judgment, I decide to talk to one of the small people, and the one that I decided to talk to was a small, well they all are, black curly haired male that seemed to be just relaxing in the sun. When I approached he didn't seem to notice me until I blocked his sun.

"Uh, excuse me?" I asked. He opened his eyes and looked at me and was surprised to see me standing over him. "Er, can you tell me where I am, I have seemed to have gotten myself lost," I said rubbing the back of my head.

The small man stood up and seemed to look at me strangely then spoke. "You are in the Shire," he said. "May I ask why you wear such, strange clothing?"

I looked down at myself, then back at him. "In my perspective, your clothes seem stranger then mine," I said defensively.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean to insult you," He said. "I am Frodo Baggins,"

I smiled. I think I could trust this guy. "I'm Seralyn, but you can call me Sera for short,"

Frodo smiled back. "So you said you had lost your way?"

I chuckled nervously. "Uh, yea. You could say that," When he seemed confused at what I meant I continued to explain. "I had woken up and felt as if I had fell head first onto the ground. I was lucky to find this place...the Shire you called it?"

"Yes, this be the Shire, home to most of the Hobbits of Middle-Earth," He explained.

Middle-Earth? What dimension did I fall into? I wasn't one of those people who cared much about philosophy, or whatever category alternate dimensions fell into. Either way, it seemed that if I didn't tell Frodo that I wasn't a part of this world, my infinite list of questions would only become longer then infinity. "Um, Frodo?" I asked looking down at the Hobbit.

"Yes?"

"Frodo, if I were to tell you something about myself, would you believe me?"

"Why would I not? You seem like a very truthful person," He replied sitting back down onto the grass, and I sat next to him.

I smiled at him. "Well, what if I told you that I was not from here?"

"Well, your clothing has already given that away," He chuckled a little tugging at my jacket sleeve. I smiled and chuckled along pulling my sleeve away playfully.

"What I meant was I don't think I'm even from this world. You call this place Middle-Earth, and where I'm from is just called Earth. And I've never heard of the Shire, and I don't really recall hearing about Hobbits neither," I explained.

He seemed to be thinking something over. "You say that you do not think of yourself part of this world?"

"Yeah,"

"I do not know much of the lands beyond the Shire, but my uncle may be able to help! He had traveled all over Middle-Earth," He suddenly jumped up and grabbed hold of my hand. I let Frodo continue to lead me through the Shire, and tried ignoring the stares of the other Hobbits. We ran to one of the small houses as Frodo called out to his uncle. Frodo had burst through the door and went to fetch him.

I slowly walked in, having to bend over a little, just to enter the door. I looked around and saw that all the furniture was almost three times as small then what I was used to. Just then I heard an unfamiliar voice and Frodo's.

"What is it Frodo?" I heard the other Hobbit chuckle at his nephew's happy attitude.

"There is someone here who needs you aid, Uncle," Frodo said dragging him into the room I was in. "Uncle, this is Seralyn, and she claims to not be part of Middle-Earth, we thought maybe you could help,"

I smiled and bent down and held out my hand to him. "You can call me Sera," I said waiting for him to introduce himself.

He gave a genuine smile and grabbed my hand with both of his and shook it vigorously. "Where are my nephew's manners?" He chuckled a little. "I am Bilbo Baggins, and I see you are well acquainted with Frodo,"

"You could say that," I smiled and took my hand back. "So, how is it that you are going to help me find my way back home exactly?"

"Ah, yes! But of course," Bilbo walks into, what seemed to be, the living room and got comfortable, me and Frodo followed and I, not wanting to break any of the tiny furniture, sat on the ground cross legged. "So, miss Sera, do you have any recollection of how you got here?"

I gently rubbed the bump on my head. "Uh, well, I don't remember that much, but I do know that I was falling and I had hit my head pretty hard when I fell,"

"So you had fallen out of the sky?" He asked in amazement, or bewilderment. I wasn't sure.

"I guess. I only remember that I was walking home and then—poof! I wake up here in Middle-Earth," I shrugged.

Bilbo rubbed his chin, and seemed to be thinking it over. "Well, we can certainly say that you are not of this world, judging by your clothing," I slightly frowned at that. We're they that strange? "And I'm sorry to say that I do not think that I can help you, but offer you a place to stay until we figure this out,"

"That's very kind of you," I smiled.

And so this was the beginning of my life in Middle-Earth.

Was it weird that I wasn't afraid, or missed my old home very much?