Chapter 1: A New Hobbit

Beatrice sat on her bed reading Lord of the Rings. After seeing the movie she would no doubt read the book! But it just so happened that was a thunderstorm outside and there was no one in the house… As she read on, she could occasionally see lightning flash.

Beatrice: *goes to window* Geez! Mom and dad just HAD to go somewhere tonight! Sheesh! *sits back down on bed*

But when Beatrice plopped down on her bed, a heavy radio that was sitting badly on top of her on a shelf, fell on her head, and bounced onto her lap. The antenna was sticking out entirely. In response to the radio falling off from one shelf, a nearby shelf that was on top of the window broke, spilling its contents on top of the already unconscious teen, and hitting the window. The window broke, wind flew in, opening Beatrice's book to the part where Sam was spying on Frodo and Gandalf, and a bolt of lightning hit the radio antenna, sending a surge through the radio, which was on top of Beatrice.

It is uncertain what caused the next event to happen, but it did. The radio had electrocuted Beatrice, but that wasn't the worst it had done… in the blink of an eye, Beatrice had vanished. It seemed odd, but it happened and it is not known HOW it happened. But it did.

Beatrice: *falls down, and lands on top of Sam*

Sam: Aaaaah!

Frodo: Aaaah!

Gandalf: *whacks Sam several times on his head*

Sam: Hey! What was that for?

Gandalf: For eavesdropping!

Sam: I'm sorry, but there aren't any eaves here, and I certainly wasn't dropping them!

Frodo: *looks out window* Well, SOMETHING dropped!

Sam: Um… *stares at unconscious girl* More like a SOMEONE…

Suddenly, hearing all the commotion Merry and Pippin came over.

Merry: Hallo! What might I ask is goin' on here?

Pippin: *sees Sam sitting in bush with a lump on his forehead* Looks like Sam's bein' actin' up again!

Sam: First of all, I wasn't acting up! Second of all, I NEVER act up! And third of all, it's none of YOUR business if some strange unconscious girl fell on me, and than Gandalf whacked me for dropping some non-existent eaves!

Merry and Pippin: *gawk at Sam*

Gandalf: *chuckles* It seems that you've already spilled the beans, Samwise!

Sam: *stands up* First you accuse me of dropping eaves! Now you accuse me of spilling the beans! Unbelievable! I get blamed for everything!

Meanwhile, Beatrice was waking up.

Beatrice: *rolls around and mutters* Mommy! Make Bigfoot stop yelling at me!

Merry, Pippin and Frodo: *stare at Beatrice, then at Sam. Start laughing hysterically*

Merry: Hey, 'Bigfoot'! Why don't you take some of that girl's advice and calm down!

Pippin: *grins stupidly* Yeah, BIGFOOT! Hehehehe…

Beatrice: *opens eyes, sits up and stares at Hobbits* Uh oh… I guess I'm not in Kansas, anymore…

Pippin: Nah! You're in Hobbiton!

Beatrice: *gets up* You're kidding me!

Gandalf: I'm afraid not! Pippin is actually telling you the truth, my dear.

Beatrice: Hobbiton? Pippin? This has to be some kinda sick joke! You're not real! This isn't real! This has to be my imagination!

Pippin: Imagination or not, I'm pretty sure that I'm as real as you are!

Beatrice: *stands next to Pippin and stares at him through narrowed eyes, only then realizing that she's shorter than him* Wait a minute! If you're a hobbit, than shouldn't you be, like, 3 feet tall?

Pippin: Yeah… and you are?

Beatrice: Look! I might be short, but I'm not THAT short!

Merry: Hobbits aren't short!

Frodo: And I'm sure that you measured yourself, you would find that you're just as tall as we are!

Pippin: *straightens up* If not shorter!

Beatrice: But this is insane! I'm a human! And I'm five foot one!

Sam: *laughs* No, you're not! You're just tall as we are! (Pippin: If not shorter!) And them Big Folk are a lot taller than you are!

Beatrice: *clutches head* This can't be happening! *looks up* Listen, if I'm a hobbit, wouldn't I have big hairy feet?

Merry: How would we know? You're wearing socks!

Pippin: Yeah! Take your socks off!

Merry and Pippin: *chanting* Take it off! Take it off!

Beatrice: *throws them a dirty look as she takes her socks off* SEE? No hair!

Sam: *looks closely* Well, you've got a bit above your toes…

Beatrice: I CAN GET THAT WAXED! And besides, my feet aren't big! *thinks* Wait… they're kinda bigger than my friends' feet, so…

Merry: You just contradicted yourself!

Beatrice: So I did…. But anyways, my feet aren't leathery and tough! *thinks again* Well, in summer time, I walk everywhere barefoot, and I don't get hurt…

Merry: YOU JUST DID IT AGAIN!

Beatrice: *ignores Merry* Well, my hair's not curly, and all hobbits have curly hair!

Frodo: *grabs Beatrice's hair while she struggles to get free* (Beatrice: Ow ow ow ow!) Hmm… well, I'd say it's a bit curly at the tips… don't you agree boys? *shows the others Beatrice's hair*

Merry, Pippin and Sam: *nod*

Beatrice: *manages to free herself from Frodo's grip* Whatever! I still don't think I'm a hobbit!

Pippin: Well, it doesn't matter what you think!

Beatrice: Yes, it does!

Pippin: Does not!

Beatrice: Does too!

Pippin: Does not!

Beatrice: Does too!

Gandalf: SILENCE! Maybe where you come from you're a human, but back here you're a hobbit, and that's that! Now… WHERE did you come from and HOW did you get here?

Beatrice: I don't know! All I know is that I was reading Lord of the Rings, then I was hit by my radio, and then… I don't know what happened after that….

Sam: *looks thoughtful* Hmmm… you say you were reading Lord of the Rings? Well, maybe since you were thinking about hobbits, when you were knocked unconscious, your inner longing to become one of us took over and you were sent into your book, here, to Middle Earth, where you are our height…

Everyone: *looks at Sam*

Sam: *looks at ground* Or maybe not…

Everyone: *roll eyes and go back to what they're doing*

Gandalf: Well, you all know about Frodo and the ring, so you have to go with him on his perilous journey…

Frodo: *standing behind Gandalf, points and silently laughs at them, all*

Gandalf: *turns around to face Frodo* As for you, Frodo! Remember not to put on the ring, stay off roads, travel mostly by day, and if anyone asks, your name is Mr. Underhill! Meet me at 'The Prancing Pony'!

And with that, the wizard disappeared. The hobbits (and Beatrice, though they all still thought she was a hobbit) started getting ready for the trip, while Beatrice sat in a tree wondering how she had managed to get there.

Beatrice: 'The Prancing Pony', that's, like, an inn, right?

Hobbits: Uh huh…

Beatrice: Where people sleep in?

Hobbits: Uh huh…

Beatrice: *eyes widen* I'm getting my own room!

Merry: I don't suppose you have your own money?

Beatrice: Um… no.

Pippin: *grins* Then you're bunkin' with us!

Beatrice: My mom would disapprove! Heck, I would disapprove! I am SOOO not sleepin' with you guys!

Frodo: If it makes you feel any better, we can stuff you in Sam's suitcase.

Sam: Hey! You're gonna thank me for bringin' my first aid kit!

Frodo: *mutters incoherently* Yes… I'm sure…*puts the last bit of food in his bag and throws it on his back* well, that's it! We're all ready and set to go! *closes door*

The four hobbits and Beatrice walked on each carrying something. Beatrice, who was carrying a bag of blankets and winter clothes, did not find it too heavy.

Pippin: What did you say your name was, again?

Beatrice: Erm… Beatrice…

Pippin: Well, that's not a good hobbit-name!

Beatrice: I'M NOT A HOBBIT!