Summary: In 1910s England, as the world is on the brink of war, three teenagers board a train back home to London after an extended summer holiday and end up in a strange forest where they meet a company of dwarves (that somehow don't look like dwarves), a wizard, and an abnormally small gentleman who's called a Hobbit. Not knowing the way home, the three humans decide to follow the company, not realizing they are on the path of a fire-breathing dragon and all the nonsense that comes with being plucked from an ordinary train to London and unexpectedly dropped into Middle-earth.
STARRING:
Robert Sean Leonard as William Lewis — THE APPRENTICE
Natalia Dyer as Margaret Whitfeld — THE DEBUTANTE
Annalise Basso as Josephine Andersen — THE JOURNALIST
MASTERLIST:
CHAPTER I: In Which Margaret Is Quite Certain That They Got Off At The Wrong Station
CHAPTER II: In Which Josephine Realizes That Diplomacy Is Rather Difficult When A Company of Dwarves Thinks You're An Elf (coming soon!)
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CHAPTER I: In Which Margaret Is Quite Certain That They Got Off At The Wrong Station
Summary: As they're coming home from a summer holiday, Margaret, William, and Josephine unexpectedly find themselves in a mysterious forest and instead of a crowded train station and London smog, the three of them find themselves a company of strange men, a man who most definitely looks like a wizard, and a round creature neither of them can describe.
It was 1914, and it was very hot and much too crowded for Margaret's liking.
The station was full of people coming and going, trying hard not to be late for wherever they were headed, but it was also full of soldiers. Not like soldiers were hardly uncommon at this time, when England had become a country of military uniforms and men being sent off to the front saying quick goodbyes to mothers and sweethearts. With the addition of porters running around carrying suitcases between train carriages, newsboys shouting out the latest headlines, and men buying the newspapers and stuffing them into coat pockets, not caring if they stepped on the toes of two seventeen-year-old girls, it was a very unpleasant atmosphere overall.
"I believe," Josephine Andersen said disgruntledly as she adjusted her handbag, which had been jostled because of a soldier running to catch up with his train. "That I've had my feet stepped on by soldiers more than by clumsy gentlemen trying to dance a reel."
"Where's William?" Margaret asked, standing on the tips of her toes and shading her eyes from the August sun as she looked for the third member of their little party.
"He's probably buying our tickets," Josephine replied, then she spotted a tall man with a bowler hat coming towards them. "There he is!" she said, pointing at him. "Bill! Over here!" She yelled, waving him over.
"Josephine!" Margaret scolded, pushing the shorter girl's arm down. "We're in public, for God's sake! It's not proper!"
William Lewis walked over to the two girls, three train tickets in hand. "Well, girls," he said, holding up the tickets. "We've got first-class seats on the 4 o'clock train back to London."
Margaret checked her wristwatch. "It's quarter past 3. I suppose we can sit down for a while." She picked up her suitcase, linked arms with Josephine, and walked over to the nearest bench. Well, she was about to take her place on the bench next to Josephine when she felt a hand take her suitcase from her.
"Watch it!" she shouted, turning around expecting to find a porter but then discovered that it was only William. "Oh, it's you. I'm terribly sorry-"
"No, it's fine, you're alright, Margaret," William said gently, taking the leather suitcase from her.
"Can I have my suitcase back?" Margaret asked, reaching out to take it.
"You'll strain your wrist, Margaret." William gently chided as he placed the heavy suitcase on the luggage trolley next to his and Josephine's suitcases and his doctor's bag. "You've been carrying that thing ever since we left the house."
"I'm perfectly capable of carrying my own luggage, William," Margaret said. "Have been since I was six years old."
"And I have been Dr. Harrington's apprentice long enough to know that if you carry heavy luggage long enough, your wrists start to strain." William retorted.
Margaret narrowed her eyes at his response. "You're just desperate to find an excuse to act gentlemanly by carrying my suitcase for me, aren't you?"
William gave her a boyish grin in response. "Maybe."
Josephine rolled her eyes. "Oh, for heaven's sake!" she said in the tone of someone who had been watching their flatmate fall head-over-heels in love and had been forced to watch him talk about the person for hours on end for the past six months ever since his employer had been called to visit a little girl sick with a fever.
Then the train arrived with the blow of a whistle, and Margaret and Josephine stood up from the bench and followed William, who was pushing the trolley towards the train. The three boarded the train and found their seats in first class, where William and Josephine put their luggage in the overhead compartment, and just as the train was beginning to move, the two flatmates took their seats- William next to Margaret and Josephine sat across from the two.
The ride in itself was uneventful. William told Margaret stories from his apprenticeship; Margaret was telling William about one of the novels she had been reading recently; and Josephine was finding time to write something for the paper with her typewriter whenever the train was steady enough to do so.
Then the train came to a stop, and the three stepped off.
The first thing that Margaret knew that something was wrong was when she, Josephine, and William saw not a single railroad track in sight and nothing but grass and a forest for miles and miles.
"William?" Margaret asked, looking over at the apprentice who was standing awestruck to her left. "Where exactly are we?"
"Well, it looks like we're not at the station." William said, completely awestruck at the sight.
Margaret's face turned pale at his answer, then she turned to look at Josephine, who was slowly turning around in an awestruck circle. "Josephine, don't you think we're somewhere that isn't London?"
"Peggy, I've been up north before, and it doesn't look anything like this."
Margaret's face turned pale. "We must have gotten off at the wrong station."
William frowned. "That's not possible."
Margaret turned to face him. "Why not?"
"I watched that station sign."
"What did it say then, Bill?" Josephine asked him.
He paused. "I'm afraid I don't remember."
The two girls looked at him. "Excellent." Josephine said, crossing her arms.
"I was distracted." William sighed.
"By what?" Margaret demanded.
He looked at her, and for one moment, Margaret's expression softened.
"Perhaps," Josephine interrupted. "We should go and look for civilization."
William and Margaret turned to look at her. "Excellent idea, Jo," William said, going down the hill and following Josephine straight into the forest.
Margaret watched him go for a moment, then she sighed and followed the other two.
They walked for what seemed like hours, and all they saw was nothing but trees that were too tall to be any ordinary tree in England.
"Perhaps we've died," Josephine said, lying on the grass.
"Josephine, don't say that." Margaret scolded, taking a sip of water from William's canteen.
"If we'd died, Margaret," William said, leaning against a tree and watching the setting sun. "Then the afterlife must be very pretty indeed."
They lay there in a contemplative silence.
"It's getting dark, Bill," Josephine said, rising from her position on the ground. "We ought to make camp."
If there had been a picture of the dictionary under the word camp, then what the three did would not have been the picture under the definition. They didn't have any tents or blankets, and they had hardly any food other than the coffee Josephine brought and a few sandwiches from the train. The only device of a roof to keep them dry in case it rained was the fact that they were under a large tree.
William had made a fire and found a lake while he and Josephine were out collecting firewood. Josephine returned carrying some decent firewood, and later, William returned carrying some fish for dinner.
"How did you learn to do that?" Margaret asked as she ate some of the fish.
"Boy Scouts," he responded.
"Boy Scouts?" Margaret said, astounded. She turned to look at Josephine, who had known William since he was a boy, to see if it was true.
"It's true, Peggy!" Josephine said. "What do you think Boy Scouts was for?"
"Tying knots," Margaret responded, making Josephine chuckle in response.
"We should review what we have first," William said, placing the fish bones into the fire.
"Yes, let's." Josephine replied, taking her notebook out of her coat (which was being used as a bedroll) pocket.
Their supplies were modest, but most of them were surprisingly useful. William had packed all sorts of medical equipment, the usual sort of things a doctor's apprentice would pack for a summer holiday where everyone was an unsupervised teenager. Margaret's things were less useful, if you considered a tennis racket a valuable weapon. She packed enough novels to supply a small library.
Josephine stared at the pile of novels that had come out of her friend's bag.
"Peggy."
"What?"
"You've brought five novels."
"Six, if you count Jane Eyre," Margaret said, taking the novel out of her handbag. "One must have enough material to read to last a summer holiday."
"Alright, your turn, Jo." William said.
What was in Josephine's bag was the most peculiar of the trio. It contained the usual amenities, as well as the portable typewriter that William had given her for Christmas one year. But then she had produced a bow and a full quiver of arrows.
Margaret and William stared at what their friend just unpacked.
"There was an archery competition at the summer home," Josephine explained.
"Did you win?" Margaret asked.
Josephine nodded, then took out a tin of coffee from her bag.
"You packed coffee?" William said, astounded.
"Of course!" Josephine replied with an offended look.
William nodded approvingly. "Good thinking, Jo."
"William, don't encourage her." Margaret chided.
"At least Bill understands, Peggy!" Josephine protested.
'Well, Bill is an idiot." Margaret said, rolling her eyes.
"You wound me!" William said, dramatically placing a hand over his heart.
"You'll survive." Margaret said.
"Perhaps we should establish what we know." Josephine interrupted.
"We are not in England." William began.
"Probably."
"We need to find civilization." Margaret added.
"Agreed." Josephine said, writing it down in her notebook.
"And we must avoid any suspicious figures."
William turned to look at Margaret. "Anyone?"
She glared at him. "Especially anyone suspicious."
The next morning, they walked some more. Eventually, their shoes got dirty and their clothes wrinkled. Then Margaret began to complain about the state of her stockings, and William kept saying that they would be fine, which caused Josephine to become cross about how much they were fighting. Then the three of them started arguing until they came across a lake and stopped at once.
The three travelers turned to look at one another.
Margaret instantly dropped her bag and took off her coat. "We are going to wash up."
"Wash up?' William repeated, immediately looking away.
"Bill, we've been walking for hours and hours," Josephine said, taking off her shoes. "Besides, you're the one telling us to remain optimistic."
"Yes, but-"
Margaret and Josephine gave him a side-eye, which he couldn't see, but he felt the weight of it. "Okay. We'll bathe."
When the three were done bathing, Margaret and Josephine took off their shoes and stockings and relished in the grass beneath their feet. The walking was much lighter now that they'd freshened up; they'd managed to walk a few more miles until they found a suitable place to rest.
"Josephine?" Margaret asked her friend, who was laying down her coat.
"Yes, Peggy?"
"What would you say to a race?"
"A race?' Josephine considered. She looked towards William, who was getting a fire started. "Bill?"
William looked up from his kindling. "Yes, Jo?'
"Could you count down from ten for us?" She asked, tying her hair up in a ribbon.
"Why?"
"No reason," Margaret said, a sly smile on her face.
William sighed at their antics. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two one."
By the time he was finished saying 'one', Margaret and Josephine were off, laughing merrily as they ran.
"Where do we stop?' Josephine laughed, her short legs trying to catch up with lanky Margaret.
"That tree over there!" Margaret answered, picking up speed to get to the tree first.
When they got to the tree, Margaret stopped so suddenly that Josephine bumped into her.
“Peggy! Why did you-“ she was interrupted by her friend grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her to hide behind some nearby bushes.
It was then that Josephine saw the strangest group of people in her seventeen years.
There was a set of thirteen men– thirteen very bearded, very armed and very short men. Then there was a very tall man with a long white beard that hung down below his waist and finally there was the smallest looking gentleman that both Margaret and Josephine had ever seen.
”What are those?” Josephine wondered.
“I don’t know.” Margaret said, not looking away from the strange company. Josephine looked away from the peculiar looking people and saw William, who had been following them rather slowly. “Bill!” She whispered, waving the brown haired boy over. “Come look at what Peggy found!”
William knelt down behind the bushes to look at the strange people. “Oh.”
Margaret turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh?”
“They must be miners.” William said.
“That’s what I’ve been thinking.” Josephine agreed.
“What sort of miners carry around weapons?” Margaret said, scrutinizing the amount of axes and swords the bearded men had.
”Maybe it’s perilous wherever they’re mining.” Josephine replied. “Anyways, it looks like they’re going home after a long day.” She turned to look at her friend. “What do you think, Peggy?”
“I think they’re murderers.” She said bluntly.
“They’re probably not, Peggy.” Josephine said.
“But they have axes, Josephine!”
“Perhaps there’s a reason they have axes, darling.” William said.
“Like what?”
William thought for a moment. “Mining?” he said.
Josephine was about to retort with a witty remark when Margaret took her handbag off her arm and swung it in a circle, before throwing it at the nearest bearded man, and the handbag—which contained Margaret’s copy of Jane Eyre—hit the poor man in the face.
There was long, collective silence.
“RUN!” Margaret screamed and ran as fast as her long legs could carry her.
“Peggy!” Josephine called after her, chasing after her.
William stood there for a minute, before following after the two girls.
They were back at the campsite in less than a few minute. Margaret was panting heavily, Josephine was laughing merrily, and William was clearly trying very hard not to laugh.
”You threw your handbag at them, Peggy!” Josephine wheezed.
“Well, what was I supposed to do in the presence of a group of axe murderers?” Margaret said furiously, putting her hands on her hips.
“Margaret, you threw your handbag at them.” William said.
“Yes, I did.”
William took a deep breath, trying very hard not to laugh. “Why, exactly?”
“They were coming towards us.”
“Peggy,” Josephine sighed, sitting down on a nearby tree stump. “They were just setting up their camp.”
William looked back to where they had previously been running. “Maybe we should see of they really are murderers.”
Margaret looked at him as if he had said that she was going to marry one of them. “You’re not going to spy on them, are you, William?”
“Well, they’re the first people we’ve ever seen for days, Margaret.” William reasoned.
Josephine stood up from her stump. “I’ll come with you, Bill.”
Margaret looked between the two of them. “Both of you are going positively mad, are you?”
William shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face.
Josephine and William retraced their steps and climbed up the tree that was meant to be the finish line of Margaret and Josephine’s little race.
“Well, they’re definitely not German soldiers.” Josephine observed.
“Jo, I don’t think we’re Europe anymore.” William said. “They must be miners.”
“Then why are they so short?” Josephine said, taking out her notebook, and attempting to draw a sketch of one of the supposed short miners, something that is very hard when you’re up in a tree. “Bill, what do you suppose the tall one is?”
“Well he must be a wizard, Jo! No man in England would look that peculiar.”
“And the little one?”
William looked at the little gentleman and stared in confusion. “I have no idea,” he said. “Have you any idea, Jo?” Josephine shook her head, then she instantly gasped.
"What? What is it?" William asked as his friend started to climb down the tree as fast as possible. Josephine poked her head out from beneath the branches. "The little man saw us; we have to go now." The two friends started to climb down the tree as fast as possible. When they landed, the two of them ran as quickly and quietly as possible.
Neither of them knew it yet, but it would be the beginning of the greatest adventure that any of them ever had.
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