Okay, so I've NEVER written before, except in English class. Like seriously. So, I just had this idea, and wanted to know whether I should continue it or not? Thanks3

Chapter 1,

From Hurdles to Hobbit Holes

Alright, that is it, bloody Lisa and her bloody running shoes. I may have like 9 first place athletics ribbons already, but the only event that I actually WANT to win, the 100 meter sprint; she actually beats me, so just my luck that Lisa Cowertis (or Lisa Cow as I just call her) had her parents buy her expensive running shoes JUST so she could beat me. At least I can still beat her in the 100 meter hurdles.

BANG and we are off! Pumped up by adrenaline and anger at Lisa, I am coming first! Well, that is, I was until Cora (Lisa's 'best friend') trips over her hurdle, which then knocks mine, and then I go flying over mine, and clash straight into a pole on the side of the track before landing right next to my bag. I hit my head and hard too, and all I can see is darkness, before I go completely out. Bye-bye consciousness.

I come around some significant time afterward, but before I open my eyes, I notice a strange scent. It defiantly doesn't smell like a sweaty day at the athletics track. More like flowers, and old trees, like the beautiful scent of a fire burning after a storm, my favourite scent ever. I also notice the feel of around me. I'm not lying on hard running track, or the shot-put ring I thought I landed on. It felt more like a soft bed of grass, like a huge cushion for my shoulder which hurt terribly from the incident with the pole. Finally I decide to open my eyes. Shit. Shit-shittedy shit. I'm not at the track… there's a clear blue sky and many small hills, and a forest with a small neat dirt road to my right. This is nothing like the cloudy sky and flat hard ground that I left behind… I sit up very suddenly much to the protest of my shoulder, which I now realize is highly bruised and maybe even fractured…

I start to think I recognize this place, like from a movie or something, but before I can make sense of my thoughts, a man, a tall man dressed in a grey cloak with a tall grey pointy hat comes toward me. He pulls a long staff from somewhere in his cloak, and uses it to help him walk down one of the hills and over to me. I recognize him now… wait, if that's Gandalf the grey, then… this must be… HOLY MOTHER OF ELF I AM IN MIDDLE EARTH! But it was all supposed to be a movie? Not real? Like what was with Peter Jackson and the whole set-made-in-New-Zealand? This defiantly was not a set, not New Zealand…

Gandalf finally reaches me, and looks down at me with the utmost suspicion.

"And just what are you?" he asks in what is almost a cautious tone. I wonder why he has such suspicion in his voice. I stand up and realize that I am no-where near as tall as him. He towers over me like he does Thorin in "The Hobbit". I then realize that, since I am here, I must be of a different race as back in my world, I am considered very tall, tallest in year 12. That rules out the race of men. I look to my feet, and I have very nice leather boots with straps and buckles here and there. Shoes, that rules out a hobbit. I touch my face and feel for a beard… nothing. I'm not a dwarf. I feel for my ears and they are not pointed, so that rules me out as an elf as well… but then what the hell am I?

"Well, Gandalf, I… am not too sure exactly…" I replied. He just looked at me, with that frown and furrowed brow that I know so well, being a massive LOTR fan.

"How in middle earth do you know my name? I do not believe we have met, and my memory has not failed me yet, despite how old I may be getting…"

"Well, erm… I think I come from a different world – "

"You think?" he interrupted, with almost a laugh.

"yes, well I am not too positive of anything right now… but what I do know, is that in my world, you and a certain number of other… people… are very popular" he just nodded in a confused, Gandalf type way.

"What is your name, young one? And why is a woman dressed in such a manner, if you do not mind my asking?" he questioned, once again a great look of interest and confusion covering his face.

"My name is Laura, but I am also known as Laurie to my close friends or Laurena Rose Tyler for my full name." I looked down at what I was wearing to answer the next question. "as to what I am wearing, I am not too particularly sure why I am dressed in such a manner…" I trailed off.

I was dressed in a large white puffy top that went down just below my hips, quite like that of a pirate. The shirt held to fit with a midnight blue corset thingy that went from my bust to my waist. My bottom half was in black breeches with the boots I described earlier. The strange thing about this wasn't the med-evil attire, but the fact that I had not only two axes strapped to my back, but also a sword it its sheath on my belt and a bow and a quiver of arrows too. I also felt several concealed daggers in multiple places around my body. Strange…

Gandalf was just standing there, watching me examine myself and my weapons like it was the first time ever to see myself.

"Well. You are clearly lost, have no idea where you are and do not know what to do next." I just looked up from my examination and nodded vigorously. "So, I shall take you with me to my destination, which, might I add, is a lovely hobbit home on that hill over the way. There, I can help you with whatever you plan to do, and then be on my way." He placed his hand on my shoulder reassuringly, as I probably looked a little worried. "Now, come quickly, as we are going to be late for an important gathering." He added seeing maybe six or seven short plump figures winding down the dirt road to my left. He made his way to catch up with them, motioning me to follow.

I gathered my thoughts and bearings and started toward him, only to be tripped by something almost heavy. I fell flat on my face for the second time that day. Nice one Laurie. I looked to see what had tripped me, and it was my brown satchel bag from athletics. I picked it up and felt around inside, no water bottle or sweat towel, just what felt like another dagger, some small parcels and small book-like thing. I had no time to go through the contents now, so I decided I would do it later. I flung the bag over my shoulder and ran after Gandalf, my shoulder giving me another twinge of pain.