I am now being led to Bilbo's Hobbit hole. Cue the internal fan girl scream again. It's so cute! Peter Jackson failed in getting it right, so much better in real life.

Gandalf knocks on the door. Just two sharp knocks. It's irritating. I feel like Sheldon in that moment, having the need to finish my knock.

The door is answered by a Hobbit. He isn't as fat as Merry or Pip. How strange. I wish they looked like what they did in the movies, but they don't. I still don't know how they carry such weight being so short.

"Frodo, we have yet another dimension traveller, this is Mrs Jade Snape," Says Gandalf.

"Another? John wouldn't be happy about that, I assume you want to introduce her to him," Says Frodo then he led us in.

Poor poor Gandalf, he had to duck so low. It wasn't that bad for me but I still wasn't accustomed to ceilings so low though.

Frodo called John to join us in the front room. A man, who must be John came around the corner.

"Hello again John, we have news to tell you, this is Mrs Snape. She is from your dimension," Says Gandalf.

He is a man of roughly 5 foot nine. He has a moustache. I would say he could be younger than me. He looks early twenties.

"Another person trapped here is horrible news Gandalf," Says John. He sighs.

"So you're Mrs Snape, sorry this has happened to you. My name is Mr John Tolkien …

On hearing this news I did the only logical thing. I screamed "NO fucking WAY," then fainted.

After I had woken up and had a glass of water they wanted answers regarding my behaviour. What can I tell them? How can I explain that J.R.R Tolkien wrote a series of books of his experiences in this dimension and that they are still famous today?

"Sorry I was just … I can't believe our rotten luck. I thought you were … So, you're from England. I am from Australia," I reply. Playing dumb big time and also still shocked.

"You really are from my dimension, I've been stuck here for months now. The last thing I remember was suffering from trench fever," Replies John.

Trench fever? War injury … O.M.G, he must mean WW1.

This is completing blowing my mind THE MR Tolkien. Should I kiss his feet? Wait, what? Where did that thought come from? I readjust my glasses due from nerves.

"What's troubling is that Mrs Snape told me the year was 2014," Says Gandalf.

"2014! That's … that's almost a century in the future. I've only been gone a few months. I am never getting back am I? Even If I did, everyone I knew would be gone! Oh Edith," Cries Mr Tolkien.

I don't want him to be upset, what can I say to make him feel better. I have to tell him somewhat of the truth. I will wait until it's just us two though.

I told Mr Tolkien that I knew that he wrote novels and that they were released in the 30's. I didn't tell him what they were about though. Living in the Hobbit hole was such a treat! The food! Extraordinary sights that were shown to me by Mr Tolkien and Frodo. At night I worried for my family.

I got new clothes and shoes made up for me. My long black work skirt and long sleeved red collared shirt is now retired and replaced with 'I am on off one an adventure' outfit.

I can't believe I am actually off on an adventure! This is completely absurd; I should still be hiding in the Hobbit hole until I get sent back to the right dimension …

"This is it," Says Sam

"This is what," Replies Frodo

I roll my eyes, "The farthest his been from home, if he takes one more step," I whisper to Tolkien.

"If I take one more step it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been," Says Sam.

"I wouldn't be scared of taking that step if I were you, at least you're from this dimension," Replies Mr Tolkien.

BURN!

A/N: I don't own L.O.T.R. Thanks for reading peeps JD :)