Thread: A Noldorin Prince in the Halfl
I'm not into roleplaying, but I just couldn't resist. Once, long ago, I tried my hand at writing SciFi so since I found myself transformed into a hobbit, I thought what it would be like for an elf in a hobbits body. The title is reminiscent of Mark Twain's story A Conneticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
Does anyone else have similar experiences?
Here's my first chapter.
I must say I find this all a bit peculiar. A few days ago I went to bed in my chambers in Nargothrond, a Noldorin prince, and then wake up as something called a hobbit in a strange place called Hobbiton in a land called Shire.
These are the most peculiar people I’ve ever encountered or heard of. They seem to do nothing more than spend all day growing things and then eating and drinking same (usually ales, whatever that is)This is hardly surprising given their rather rotund bodies, and a lot of them tend to literally blow smoke from their mouths.
We who’ve come from Valinor tend to look on our Silvan cousins as rustic and unsophisticated, but these hobbits would make the most dim-witted dark elf look like a paragon of intellect. All they seem to know about is what goes on in their neighbourhood, who’s related to who; with not a clue about the wide world around them.
After wandering around in a daze, talking about elves and orcs,( “ere, what a strange hobbit you are, you’re like that Bilbo Baggins, cracked he is”), I was directed to the abode of one Bilbo Baggins at Bag End.