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Journey to Middle Earth

Robby whimpered, slightly frightened and upset. he hid against the other quietly and nuzzled Melody's back, clinging to it. A few other elfs took notice and a few even whispered about the clothing they both wore. Robby hid his face in his teddy bear and sobbed quietly, frightened out of his mind.
 
Elrond came back with Gandalf and left him with Melody and Robby.


"Umm...we have to tell you something." Melody said to him glancing at the elves who were still watching them curiously.


Gandalf gestured for them to follow him and took them into a room where Melody procided to tell him everything that had happened and about their world.
 
Robby looked about at the books that filled the shelf, taking a peek at a few and coughing harshly at the strong smell of smoke. he took long drags of his inhaler, his eyes wondering about softly.
 
"You believe me?" Melody asked surprised when she had finished explaining.


Gandalf nodded."Their are many things even I don't understand but that does not make them untrue. Something must have brought you here for a reason though I don't know why."


"How are we going to get back?" Melody asked suddenly realizing they if they had no idea how they had gotten here how were they going to get home again.
 
"Thats what I asked!" Robby cried, sitting down and slamming his head into the table top, mewling with anger and sadness, mostly fear. He cried softly, whimpering into the table.
 
"We will find a way." Melody said determinedly sitting down oppasite Robby.


"I will help you all I can." Gandalf said looking sympathetly at the sobbing boy.
 
Robby grumbled quietly, peeking up at the older man, before recoiling into the other, hiding in Melody's side. "..." He fell silent, staring at him with big eyes, not sure if he wanted to trust him.
 
"I'll talk to Elrond about it." Gandalf said heading out of the door."Make yourself at home, you can look around if you want to."


"Look at all the books." Melody said running her hand along them.


She took one out of the shelf and brought it to the table, she coughed a little as the dust came of it when she dropped it onto the table. She opened it looking through all the maps inside.
 
"Y-yeah dusty and old." he said softly, coughing and wagging his hand at the dust that flew at him. He swallowed, peeking over at it quietly. The maps he couldn't read, they were in some kind of language he didn't know.


"Wait-you can't read those, can you?"
 
"No, well not much." Melody replied.


"Why don't we explore? We might as well look around Rivendell before we go home."


She shut the book and slid it back into place on the shelf.
 
"Oh, come on Robby. It'll be fun!" Melody took his hand and stepped out of the room. They walked down the empty hallway Robby reluctantly trailing behind.


They came to some stairs which led into a garden. It was beautiful, their were more types flowers than Melody had ever seen. There was a fountain in the middle. Someone was sitting on the edge their back turned to them writing. He had white hair and was no taller then a five year old.


"That must be Bilbo!" Melody exclaimed excitedly.
 
Robby whined as she scattered away without him. Can this day get any worse? He slowly approached the old man, fiddling with his shirt and hugging his bear tighter. He slowly advanced about him. Bilbo looked up, eyes wide at the two. "Hello there. Who are you then?" he asked softly. Robby hid his face in his bear and whimpered.


"R... Robby."
 
"and I'm Melody."


"Well It's nice to meet you both, I'm Bilbo." He replied.


"We've heard about your adventure, with the dragon and the dwarves." Melody said.


"Ah," Bilbo smiled."But you didn't hear about it from someone who was actually their did you?"


Melody shook her head."Could you tell us the story?" She asked knowing Bilbo was always eager to to tell the story.


"Of course." Bilbo said gesturing for them to sit down beside him and shutting the book he had been writing in before beginning to tell the story.
 

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