Suzanne's eyes were just beginning to well up with tears at the thought of becoming something called a Hobbit when she spied a book that had been left in place of where the little man had just stood. She stooped down and retrieved it, frowning a tad when she saw that the title read The Lord of the Rings: The Complete Trilogy. Anxious to see exactly how these hairy little people were portrayed, she hastily opened the book to find a small, hand-written note on the first page, which happened to be blank.
"Just thought I'd let know," it read in the most beautiful writing she'd ever seen, "since you've gotten a taste of what's in store, the transformation process has slowed down considerably. It could take up to a week or two for you to completely transform.
"Naturally, I'm not so cruel as to keep you that way forever. There is a way to break the spell, but you have to figure it out on your own. After all, when the enchantress turned the prince into a beast, she left him a way to return to normal. Kisses are overrated, so you won't have to find true love. There are more important lessons to be learned here. Good luck."
Suzanne heaved a sigh of relief. At least it wouldn't happen all at once, although the changes that had already occured were drastic enough for her.
She kept flipping through pages, skimming through the prologue at the beginning. "Just a bunch of people trying to toss a stupid ring into a volcano or some such thing," she thought. She finally came accross the first chapter involving Hobbits, only to discover that they did little other than gossip and eat. And they ate a lot, from what she could tell! Just reading about it was making her stomach growl.
Skipping straight to the end of the book she came accross the massive appendix. "He's obsessed with his story!" she said aloud. Sure enough, the author had written a huge timeline, a language guide, and a whole lot of stuff that she didn't care to know.
"I've got to get help," she thought.