A.N this is a rewrite of middle what as the first few chapter's where and probably still are terrible. Dendervain is one of the places in the world I made up if you were wondering.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the hobbit or the pictures (if any) REAL SHORT CHAPTER!

Prologue

I felt the wind in my face as i pushed my horse into a gallop. My horse was a Cleveland bay named Percy and just to let you know he talks, a lot, well for a horse anyway.

I felt as free as I rode him through the valleys of dendervain. I suddenly felt myself grow tired; after all keeping up this human form is hard work. I looked around for a bit and then noticed a nice little spot with a small creek and a few trees.

Perfect I thought as I started to canter towards the creek. When we reached the creek, I felt a gush of wind come and blow against the leaves on the trees. I smiled as the cool air brushed against my cheeks.

I dismounted and decided that it was a good time to stretch my wings. I craned my neck to look behind me so I could see my large, black, bat like wings, I also noticed a small scar like thing I got when I was trying to find a certain friend and had been attacked by several arrow happy trolls. I smirked at the memory.

I sighed and noticed something that strangely resembled a book down by the creek. I looked over to Percy who seemed to have noticed the strange book as well "want to go see what it is?" I asked. Percy nodded. The book was covered in dirt so I couldn't see what it was called, so I picked it up and dusted the dirt from it. I looked at the faded writing that I could only just make out; it read THE HOBBIT by J.R.R. TOLKIEN.

As I opened the book I felt something begin to pull me forward I tried to move my arm so I could reach for my sword, but I couldn't move it. I opened my mouth to try and call for help, but nothing came out. I turned my neck to see that Percy looked in as much stress as I was in.

Suddenly I felt myself being pulled strait into the book. It was like something out of a nightmare. I just kept falling and falling until I slowed down enough to realise that everything around me seemed to be made of mirrors. I could see my reflection in the mirrors. I saw that my long light brown hair that had fallen out of its pony tail; to now be waving around like it was under water, but my braids hadn't come loose. Then it all stoped.

I suddenly found myself sprawled on the ground that appeared to be grass. Well this is odd I thought as I pushed myself up and found myself gawking at the sight of lots of green hills that had funny little round doors with shiny round brass nobs smack bang in the middle of them. As I looked closer I saw what looked to be small people wondering around only half the size of me wearing nothing at all on the feet.

Well this is just getting stranger and stranger I thought. I got up and walked down the grassy hill I was standing on. I came to a path that I decided to follow. It ended up leading to what looked to be a freshly painted green door in a very large hill. I looked over to a small bench where what seemed to be one of the smaller looking people talking to a strange old man with a pointy hat. Judging by the smaller guys face he seemed to want the older guy to go away.

I stared for a bit longer until the old man walked passed me, giving me an odd look. I decided that I should probably ask him where I was. So I ended up running up to the old man.

"Um excuse me, but where am I?" I asked curiously. "Why you are in the shire, which is located in middle earth if you are still yet to learn that." he replied with what seemed to be a sarcastic tone.

"Middle what?" I asked.