"But... Boromir, I'm not ready!"

You'll be fine Ashleigh. Did we die on Cadharas?


Did we die in Moria?


Then we'll be fine.

I was snapped out of my daydream by the school bell. I picked up the stick that served as my sword and ran to class.

I couldn't pay attention during math. I couldn't stop thinking about Thorin. I thought about Hobbit and Lord of the Rings a lot, but today I felt odd. I blinked, and I found myself sitting at a table covered in a bright cloth.

"Speech! Speech!"

I realized that I was surrounded by Hobbits. One, who I assumed was Bilbo, walked to the front of the group. I was sitting behind a dark haired Hobbit. Frodo? I couldn't tell, so I tapped the Hobbit's shoulder. When the Hobbit turned around, I realized it was Frodo. I could recognize him anywhere.

"What?" he asked.

"Um... Happy birthday! To both of you."

"Thank you! Um, who...who are you?"

"Avalon," I lied. "Avalon Brandybuck." Thank GOODNESS I was obsessed with Lord of the Rings, or else I would be in trouble.

"Hey! Where'd he go?" a Hobbit shouted. Frodo turned around. Bilbo had disappeared. I knew where he was headed, so I followed, but didn't go inside. Instead, I cracked the window and listened from outside.

"I suppose you think that was terribly clever." Gandalf.

"It was just a bit of fun! Oh, you're probably right. As usual." Bilbo.

I couldn't make out very much, but it sounded like Bilbo was almost angry. At one point I thing Gandalf started shouting. I heard the door open and quickly ran for cover. After Bilbo left, Gandalf went back inside.