Between Two Worlds

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On the ground lie four... wait why are they so small? They are as small as children but they look like adults. All with curly hair; mop headed really. They were all piled on top of each other after falling from the ledge above. They wear strange clothes as well, medieval era perhaps. Button up vests over white shirts and short trousers that end below their knees, with dark green cloaks. And they are all barefoot as well...

They mumble and groan in pain. One with light brown hair says "I think I've broken something..." Picking up a broken carrot from behind his back he frowns. "Awe," he pouts.

The one with black hair is the first to see me as I look confusingly at these beings.

He stands up, his big blue eyes locked with mine. He has an innocent face and childlike posture. He looks at me with puzzlement, like I look at the four of them.

They all scramble back to their feet and dust off. They appear like men my age but it looks as if someone shrunk them to just three and a half feet tall.

"Um hello, my lady," the light brown haired one says hesitantly. He has a longer face with a larger chin. But even so he almost looks as young at the one with black hair that seems to be the youngest. He has thick eyebrows and a trouble-maker look to him.

"Why are you so small?" I ask them.

"Why are you so tall?" A brown haired one next to that one asks in a Scottish accent. He looks older but not any more mature. In fact he looks the most childlike in spirit as all of them.

"A valid argument," I frown. "You look like tiny elves." I notice their pointy ears.

"Elves?" the black haired one asks. He speaks softly and has a subtle English accent. "We are hobbits of Hobbiton."

"Where?" I sound confused and surprised.

He exchanges looks with his friends. "Of the Shire..."

"In?"

They frown. "Middle Earth?" a blonde one who carries more supplies than the other three says confusingly. This one a bit chubbier than the others but has the kindest looking face with deep brown eyes.

"Oh dear lord," I murmur, still staring at them. Now I definitely know I am not sucked into my history book. This is an entirely new world.

How was I sent here? How long has this place been here? Maybe this is millions of years into the futur-no there are no "hobbits" on earth... so that's not possible. I was sent to another universe...?

I remember what Ry said to me. Find his father. But how?

I use the only lead I have so far. "Do any of you know what this symbol means?" I show them my palm and all four of them get close to observe it.

"It looks like Elvish," the black haired one says.

"I can't read Elvish," the light brown haired one says.

"We would not be able to tell you what this rune means but the four of us are headed to Bree," the one with black hair continues. "You are welcome to come with us, my lady. I am sure someone can help you there."

I catch something move out of the corner of my eye and I look to see the bunny I had been chasing just standing there... very still... "One second." I pick up my pistol with one hand and fire at the creature quickly, killing it instantly with a bullet through its head, sending the thing violently against the ground, and also scaring the cheese out of the four "hobbits".

They all look at me with scared expressions on their faces. I stick the gun in my belt before they have a chance to ask about it and pick up the rabbit. "Yeah I'll go. Thanks. What are your names anyway?"