I wrote this for a friend, and I hope she likes it.
I do not own anything, and my lawyer isn't helping either.
And for those of you who do not know:
November 29 1973, was the day J.R.R Tolkien died...yeah, so let's not get too sad here...read!
November 29 1973, England.
John Ronald Ruel Tolkien lay on his bed inside of his Bournemouth house.
His face was relaxed and peaceful, and a thin sheet covered him from the ocean breeze that was blowing through the open windows.
When Tolkien opened his eyes, he found himself on his back, staring at a blue sky.
Puzzled, the British author rolled over and climbed to his feet.
Scrutinizing his surroundings, Tolkien realized he was no longer in his bedroom in England, but aboard a grey ship.
White sails fluttered over his head, gulls were perched on the masts, and cawing into the sky.
Tolkien walked across the ship's deck and peered over one side of the carven wood railing, the green water of an clear ocean frothed beneath the ship, sending up sprays of fine mist that periodically drenched Tolkien, but he stayed at the railing, staring down into the crystal clear water in bewilderment.
A robed figure approached the English professor from behind, Tolkien spun around when he heard the sound of footsteps, and came face to face with a being adorned in silver clothing.
The being held up a pale hand "I am Cirdan the Shipwright." he greeted.
A look of remembrance flashed across Tolkien's face, followed by a look of understanding, "Mae govanen, Elen sila lumen omentilmo." he said.
A smile graced Cirdan's bearded face, "Mae govanen, Lord Tolkien, Elf friend." he replied.
"Please, just call me Tolkien." said Tolkien.
Cirdan held out an arm in a sweeping gesture. " Lord Tolkien, permit me to escort you to your cabin." Cirdan said.
"Just Tolkien." the British author reminded him.
Three days later, Tolkien was standing on the ship's deck, dressed in elvish robes.
He was looking out into the West, staring with awe at the approaching white shores of the island of Tol Eressa, and watching the green country become illuminated under the radiant and swiftly rising sunrise, that stretched its rays out over and beyond the island, towards the ocean.
Cirdan joined him on the deck, "Welcome to your home, Lord Tolkien." said the elf. "Just Tolkien," murmured Tolkien.
The ship docked in a white harbor, thousands of people thronged around the harbor, clamoring and cheering as the grey ship was moored.
When Cirdan threw down the gangplank, the crowd's voices rose to a deafening cheer, but when Tolkien came into view, the citizens of Tol Eressa proverbially went wild.
Tolkien walked down the gangplank, waving to the screaming crowds, his garment's long sleeves flapping whenever he raised his arms.
Tolkien was nearing the end of the gangplank, but due to being unaccustomed to elvish clothing, he tripped over the hem of his robe, but a white arm caught him before he could fall.
Galadriel smiled at Tolkien as she helped him regain his balance, "Welcome, Lord Tolkien." she said graciously, "You have served us well."
"Hannon Le, my Lady." said Tolkien, rolling up the sleeves of his robe.
Galadriel linked her arm with his, and pulled him through the crowd with her.
As they maneuvered their way through the shouting throng, Celeborn, Gandalf, Erestor and Glorfindel converged on them from four different directions.
Celeborn greeted Tolkien with a wide smile, "Welcome Lord Tolkien." he said. "Celeborn, it's just Tolkien" grinned Tolkien.
"Tolkien!" yelled Glorfindel, the Balrog slayer abandoned all prentices of a formal greeting in favor of running up to the British professor and encasing him in a hug. "Glorfindel...I need to...breath" gasped Tolkien.
The golden-haired elf grinned and unwrapped himself from the professor's side.
Erestor frowned at Glorfindel, and then elegantly bowed to Tolkien, "It is an honor to meet you in person, Lord Tolkien." said Erestor, a look of star-struck admiration on his face.
"It is just Tolkien, please." the professor reminded him.
Gandalf greeted the British professor next.
"Tolkien." said Gandalf solemnly, "Gandalf." Tolkien replied, holding out his hand, Gandalf shook his hand, a hearty smile spreading across his wizened face, "Welcome home, my friend." said the wizard.
"Do you wish to see the hobbits, Lord Tolkien? " questioned Erestor. A look of amazement crossed Tolkien's face. "The hobbits are here too?" he asked.
Galadriel smiled sweetly at him, "We are all here, Lord Tolkien, no one is good or evil in this place, we exist here as we were meant be."
"But this is Tol Eressa, the island of the elves that are not permitted to enter Valinor, how can everyone be here?"
"They have all been permitted to gather here to welcome you" Celeborn explained.
"Just to welcome me?" queried Tolkien. "Yes, for you, you worked together with Eru to create us and chronicle our lives." said Galadriel.
"You will be honored by numerous celebrations and gifts." added Erestor.
"And it is rumored that the Valar themselves will attend the celebratory feast." chipped in Glorfindel.
"Wait, a feast? Celebrations? The Valar?" That is all not necessary, I assure you." Tolkien modestly protested.
Gandalf wrapped his arm around Tolkien's shoulder's, "I will not allow you to flee from the honor that rightfully belongs to you." declared the wizard. "Tolkien, you are worse than Aragorn."
"Well, it was hard enough to get Aragorn on the throne," agreed Tolkien, " I do not wish to cause you more trouble, but before our revels start, take me to the hobbits please."
The crowd parted to let their celebrities pass, and Tolkien and his escort of elves began to walk away from the white harbor.
As he waved to the ecstatic masses, the professor thanked the heavens above that none of the elves knew what an autograph was.
To be Continued...
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