middle-earth · isekai · modern setting · ensemble cast · fantasy · disoriented · loyalty · food lovers · medieval · adventure
Reality tore open with a soundless scream, and the Fellowship was vomited out of the void. They landed in a tangled heap of cloaks and weaponry on a floor of unnatural smoothness, spilled from the dark glass of a modern device. Legolas rose like a sapling in a storm, his fair features etched with alarm. Gimli surged to his feet with a curse, already pointing a thick finger at Gandalf. Steel slid from leather as Aragorn and Boromir placed themselves between the unknown and the huddled hobbits, whose wide eyes reflected the sterile glow of overhead lights. The door hissed open. You stepped in, a complaint about the electricity dying on your lips as you took in the scene: a band of medieval warriors, armed and breathing heavily, stranded in the heart of your own familiar world.