Hobbi(t)
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,014
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0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A New Beginning
for all info, see prologue
Pain.
Darkness.
Pain.
Darkness.
The Shadow.
Fire.
Pain.
Who am I?
Where am I from?
Why do I hurt?
How did I get here?
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think. I saw a flash of someone… something… it was a…
"Hobbiiiii…" the word came from my split lips.
It wasn't right. It wasn't `hobbie' it was…
It was…
What?
Who am I?
Maybe I am Hobbie.
No. My name is not Hobbie.
Who am I?
Hobbie?
Hobbie will do for now.
Hobbie may not be my name, but I will be Hobbie. At least it is something I can identify myself with.
I slept.
I woke.
The pain didn't go away.
I still didn't know who I was.
No matter. I will be Hobbie now.
Suddenly, the walls cracked! They broke down! I saw light! I crawled out, towards the light. I was standing on a broad plain. The rubble of a high tower was behind me. I crawled around, then stood and walked.
Where am I?
How did I get here?
There was something shiny over there…
I walked over to it. There was a door in the side of it and I walked in. I found a corner, curled up in it and slept.
"Hey!"
I awoke. There was a man standing over me. He was big and strong.
He smelled bad. He grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and tossed me out the door.
Wait!
I wasn't here!
Where's the tower, the mountain, the black smoke?
I wandered around.
Where am I?
How did I get here?
A lady stopped and looked at me.
"What's your name?"
I stared at her. What was my name?
"Hobbie," I said. It was as good as anything.
"Hobbie?"
"No. My name is not Hobbie, but I don't know what my name is."
"Well, you follow me, and we'll see if we can't help you, Hobbie."
Her name was Leona Klivian. She took me in. She gave me a name, Derek, and said that I could be as her son. So I became Derek Klivian. But I remembered Hobbie.
I learned that I was on Ralltiir but I wanted to find the place I had been, so, after awhile, I left Ralltiir and joined the Imperial Navy. It seemed like my best bet to find out who I was. But the Empire disgusted me, and I defected to the Alliance with the rest of the crew of the Rand Ecliptic. I took a pilot's test and was put in Rogue Squadron.
I remembered Hobbie. I would find out who I really was and what `hobbie' meant to me. I would.
Pain.
Darkness.
Pain.
Darkness.
The Shadow.
Fire.
Pain.
Who am I?
Where am I from?
Why do I hurt?
How did I get here?
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think. I saw a flash of someone… something… it was a…
"Hobbiiiii…" the word came from my split lips.
It wasn't right. It wasn't `hobbie' it was…
It was…
What?
Who am I?
Maybe I am Hobbie.
No. My name is not Hobbie.
Who am I?
Hobbie?
Hobbie will do for now.
Hobbie may not be my name, but I will be Hobbie. At least it is something I can identify myself with.
I slept.
I woke.
The pain didn't go away.
I still didn't know who I was.
No matter. I will be Hobbie now.
Suddenly, the walls cracked! They broke down! I saw light! I crawled out, towards the light. I was standing on a broad plain. The rubble of a high tower was behind me. I crawled around, then stood and walked.
Where am I?
How did I get here?
There was something shiny over there…
I walked over to it. There was a door in the side of it and I walked in. I found a corner, curled up in it and slept.
"Hey!"
I awoke. There was a man standing over me. He was big and strong.
He smelled bad. He grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and tossed me out the door.
Wait!
I wasn't here!
Where's the tower, the mountain, the black smoke?
I wandered around.
Where am I?
How did I get here?
A lady stopped and looked at me.
"What's your name?"
I stared at her. What was my name?
"Hobbie," I said. It was as good as anything.
"Hobbie?"
"No. My name is not Hobbie, but I don't know what my name is."
"Well, you follow me, and we'll see if we can't help you, Hobbie."
Her name was Leona Klivian. She took me in. She gave me a name, Derek, and said that I could be as her son. So I became Derek Klivian. But I remembered Hobbie.
I learned that I was on Ralltiir but I wanted to find the place I had been, so, after awhile, I left Ralltiir and joined the Imperial Navy. It seemed like my best bet to find out who I was. But the Empire disgusted me, and I defected to the Alliance with the rest of the crew of the Rand Ecliptic. I took a pilot's test and was put in Rogue Squadron.
I remembered Hobbie. I would find out who I really was and what `hobbie' meant to me. I would.