1) After Middle Earth: The New Age

Introduction

Hello viewers! This is the beginning of the new fan fiction I am beginning to write. I decided to write this at the request of one viewer, which is sadly a lot for me. So, if someone, even one person, makes an effort to suggest something or give some input/feedback, I like to do my best to fulfill that request. I hope this is what you were hoping for and please enjoy!

Freesia sat in her home, deep within the cozy hole as far as she could bury herself. This Hobbit hole had been in her family for many years. Her grandmother Eleanor had been born here in this Hobbit hole. Her father was a legend, Samwise Gamgee. Eleanor had told Freesia many a tale of the sort her father had told her.

She would become very animated at scenes regarding the creature Gollum, going into character for both Slinker and Stinker, as Great Gaffer Sam had for her. Freesia had always enjoyed the stories, though they had also frightened her.

Unlike most Hobbits, Freesia didn’t so much enjoy the outdoors. Although this was beyond strange, she did not care. She loved to hide deep within the hill reading the red, leather-bound book her Great Gaffer had himself written in. The book contained stories from the famous Frodo Baggins and his uncle (or so he had called him) Bilbo Baggins. Both of which were the most famoustest of Hobbits.

Freesia knew that all the stories told of Frodo’s heroic acts and great deeds, but she had always felt that Frodo himself wasn’t truly the hero. Yes, he volunteered to take the ring into the deep, deadly pits of Mordor, but had he gone alone, he would have never made it. Sam had been the only thing that guaranteed the destruction of the ring of power. Freesia always told the story a little differently, to give Sam the credit he deserved, even though he had said himself in the back of the leather book that he wanted none. He had admired Frodo above any being in Middle Earth.

Freesia was to come of age in less than a fortnight. She was more nervous than she felt she should be. Most Hobbits would be delighted, excited, to become an adult, but Freesia herself felt that she was not quite ready to stop being a child.

All throughout her short life, Freesia had felt that she grew with the earth; slowly. She felt like she had roots digging deep into the ground, connecting her to the world and slowing her growth to the rate of its own. She always thought that the earth aged slowly, although she knew that it was very old. Her connection to Middle Earth seemed to strengthen each day as she hid herself away as close to the earth’s core as she could reach.

But she was also frightened.

She was worried for Middle Earth. It felt…different. She knew, ever since she had learned about the elves that had left Middle Earth so long ago, that the world would not stay as it once was. Without elves, the earth would have to change.

There was no wisdom left on the earth. It had faded with the elves. Without such long living beings to tend to it and tell of its life and needs, Middle Earth would have to adapt. The only beings left on the earth that now live longer than any who lived were the dwarves. Dwarves aren’t known for there intelligence and wisdom. Middle Earth was changing. And Freesia wasn’t sure if it was for the better, or was to become much, much worse.

Although Freesia hardly left the comfort of her quiet hole, she did still enjoy the feeling of life among the trees in the Shire. She would occasionally find herself aimlessly wandering the borders of the Shire, as Frodo had once done, according to his story he had written.

Freesia decided that the trees had a connection to her because they themselves reach deeper into the earth than any Hobbit hole could hope to match. The trees could do what Freesia couldn’t. And she wanted to so very much.

On this particular day in the Shire, Freesia felt ill. She found herself avoiding her home, trying to stay away from trees, and wanting dearly to escape. It scared her.

Nothing like this had ever come to her before. She had never wished to get away from what she loved so dearly every other day. But she couldn’t help feeling that there was something wrong. Very wrong. A changing that she knew for certain was not good.

There was talk that evil things were beginning to stir in distant places. Talk that only came from the skeptics in Hobbiton, which there hardly were. Every other Hobbit cared nothing for the affairs of the distant world around them. Freesia wanted to know what they meant. What evil? What was evil, really? Had she not read the story of the Lord of the Rings, she would have not known what evil was.

Evil wasn’t in the Shire. No one did wrong. No one was ever angry at one another, only in extreme cases. Bad could not exist in a place with only good. But what is good when there is no bad?

As Freesia walked closer and closer to what she had grown to know as the Road to Bree, she felt more and more that she needed to follow it. She had not been to Bree ever in her life. She had heard that Hobbits used to go there, they even used to have rooms built specially for Hobbits, but she wasn’t sure Hobbits were welcome anymore. Things were different.

Freesia found herself wandering toward the Road to Bree. Her shoeless feet led her on. She almost didn’t realize what she was doing. It seemed to her at first that she had imagined walking down the road, she had many times before, but it occurred to her that she really was this time.

Step after step led her farther and farther past things she recognized. Past what things called this place home. She was not home anymore.

It wasn’t as if she was being forced to walk onward. No, that wasn’t what she felt. She was choosing to move forward, but she felt like she had no choice.

A rustling sounded off to her left. Freesia darted her eyes in the direction it came from. She became instantly frightened. Thank goodness for her quiet feet. All was quiet for the moment. Another rustle sounded. This time, she wasted no time.

Instantly, she wished she hadn’t. What she saw frightened her far more than the illness she felt from the earth.

It was some sort of creature, one she had never seen before. It was hideous. The creature was tall, despite the hunch in its stature. Its hair hung far lower than anyone she had seen, granted she didn’t see many peoples besides Hobbits in the Shire, but she was almost certain this creature was not normal.

In some ways it reminded her of how Bilbo had described Gollum, but she knew it couldn’t be anything like the creature, it was far too tall to be that of Hobbit nature. It looked more like a man, but hardly at all, actually.

The creature looked very thin, almost as pale as a cloud. Its hands were holding something she couldn’t quite make out. Possibly some sort of weapon. It walked on two legs, although it looked painful for it to do so. But the worst was its face. Scarred, bruised, covered in wet mud and sticks. The eyes were large and discolored, and its teeth were pointed.

Freesia suddenly realized that it actually almost fit the description of orcs as well, but she knew it couldn’t be. Orcs died with Sauron. Plus, Orcs are a result of tortured elves. There are no elves in Middle Earth. In fact, people had begun to call it New Earth. Freesia didn’t particularly like the idea. The Orc/Gollum creature looked as though it didn’t notice Freesia. It sniffed around, keeping its distance from the Shire, although Freesia couldn’t understand why.

A sudden flick of the head startled Freesia into running. The creature was now looking at her, had she not begun to run herself, it would have either turned its head quickly away and carried on, or caught up to her before she had time to move a muscle. The creature was then running awkwardly toward her. She couldn’t help but look back over her shoulder. She didn’t know what was worse: not knowing how close it was to her, or seeing it for herself. She decided that running away would be a lot more effective if she saw where she was going. Reluctantly, she turned her head away from the monster behind her and toward the path before her.

She had no choice but to run for Bree.

The town that could quite possibly be the home of the monster.

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