“In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit.” I’m sure everyone knows by now how much I love The Hobbit. I love the book, and I love the movie. So, it wasn’t long after watching the movie before I started writing fanfiction for it. Today I’m going to be posting that fanfic! The main character is my OC, Nerissa of Rohan. Hope you enjoy!
A hole in the ground. That’s where my adventure truly began. I stood outside the round, green door feeling excited and nervous all at the same time. Lifting my hand to knock, I found the door already open. I stepped inside and stood in the hole. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, full of worms and oozy smells; this was a Hobbit-hole. I could smell good food, feel the warmth, and could tell that this hole had all the comforts of home. The low murmur of voices coming from another room caught my attention, though I could not make out what they said. Following the sounds, I crept as softly as I possibly could around the hallway, my heart pounding. This was the moment I’d been waiting for since I’d first heard about “adventures.” That’s what I had always wanted more than anything, my own adventure, like the ones in stories. Now, I had my chance. As I turned the corner, I could see a small dining room, crammed full of chairs and people. All men, or should I say dwarves.
“They say our quest is ours, and ours alone,” a deep voice said at the end of the table closest to me. I could see the back of his figure, tall, (at least by dwarvish standards) stately, and majestic. The other dwarves murmured, seeming disappointed.
I started to take a step forward, and then shrank back, too nervous to take that first step.
Oh, come on, Nerissa! This is an adventure. You’re supposed to be adventurous and take chances. I inwardly scolded myself. I started to press my boot down on the floor and take a step, and recoiled once again, as if that floorboard were made out of hot lava.
“You’re going on a quest?” asked a small (even smaller than the dwarves) man. He had curly hair and shockingly large and hairy feet.
“Bilbo, my dear fellow, let us have a little more light,” I heard a rough voice that I knew well. It belonged to Gandalf, an old family friend. It was through him I’d first learned of this adventure. I had to act now … or I never would.
I took a step forward, and with as much confidence as a terrified girl can possess, I stepped into the light, in full view of the dwarves. As soon as I did, the dwarves at the other end of the table stood up. I tried to fight the fear welling up inside of me and the common sense side screaming, “this is a HORRIBLE idea!”
The person in front of me slowly turned, and I suddenly found myself facing the dwarf I’d later learn was Thorin Oakenshield. “Who are you?” he ground the words harshly out.
I wrapped my gloved hand around the edge of my cloak’s dark hood and slipped it off my head. My dark, glossy curls tumbled loose, my pale blue eyes meeting Thorin’s glare. “I am Nerissa of Rohan.” I paused to stop the trembling in my voice.
Thorin growled before I could announce my intentions, “What do you want?”
“I want to join your quest.” As I spoke, I felt the trepidation melt away.
“Why? To claim the gold that is rightfully ours?” he accused.
“I do not want your gold; only the adventure in retaking it.”
“Why would a girl come to my aid when dwarves, my own people from the Iron Hills, would not?” he directed the question more to the absent dwarves of the Iron Hills than to me. At least, I hoped so.
“However, I have no need of children on this quest,” he scowled at me. “This is not some game. Come back when you have seen the world.” He turned his back on me and faced his people again. I felt as if my chance had slipped through my fingers.
Tune in next week to see if she’ll be able to join the adventure!