Imagine from imaginexhobbit: Imagine Tolkien actually travelled to Middle Earth, and his books are simply an account of the adventures he had there before returning to this world.

He panted heavily after the green light had pulled him with it once more.

Sometimes he wondered if he would ever get used to it.

Tolkien brushed the dust off of his pants before he looked around. Where had the wizard taken him this time?

There was stone all around him. Large halls, burning torches and a wooden bridge. Sounds could be heard all around him. The smell was afwul. What creatures lived here?

He decided to just walk towards the noise. Gandalf only called him here if there was something interesting going on. Something he could write down in one of his journals.

The meals and cold nights the dwarves and their little companion had were mostly unimportant. Gandalf wanted the details and only that in his private journal.

One of the dwarves called Ori was also writing a journal. But that one would be kept in Erebor. Only for dwarves eyes to see.

No one knew how this quest was going to end so Gandalf had transported Tolkien to Middle-Earth to make sure he had a journal on his own. The wizard wasn't great at writing a journal every single day. Or keeping track of anything, really.

But he needed to remember everything. He felt like this quest was important. Important for the future. So nothing could be lost or forgotten.

Tolkien didn't know where he was the first time he landed in Middle-Earth. All he knew, or thought he knew, was that he was dreaming. But when he woke up the next morning and actually saw the journal laying on his nightstand, he knew that it was not simply a dream.

He got used to it after some time. Time passed by slower in this world then the world Tolkien came from.

Why Gandalf had chosed Tolkien specifically? Neither of them knew.

It just happened and played out for the best.

Tolkien soon discovered that only the wizards could see him. The elves, dwarves, orc's, hobbits nor men could see him. Which was a good thing because he didn't want to die in this world. His family in the 'real' world would be worried sick.

Gandalf couldn't tell him if his body was still left behind in his own world. It was something that kept nagging him in the back of his mind whenever he was here. He just hoped that no one would worry if he wasn't there.

He simply kept walking until he found the company was taken hostage by some very ugly creatures. Tolkien decided to call them goblins for now. It seemed to fit them. He would have to ask Gandalf later what these creatures were called.

What the wizard didn't know was that people in his own world had read small parts of his story. Neither did he know that he was changing it into a children's book.

Tolkien thought the story had potential. It could be a good story for his children to read.

If he would tell the wizard what he was up to, he may not be allowed to return here anymore.

That wasn't an option in the professor's mind. The world had grown on him. It was something he sometimes longed for when the days seemed to melt over in each other.

To know that he could escape to another world at any given time managed to keep him on his feet. His own world wasn't the only world that was there. There was something interesting, something unexplained and strange.

And he was a part of it.

All the stories were written down in the journal. Tolkien eventually had to tell Gandalf about his little secret. The wizard didn't get angry with him.

"Maybe your world can learn from ours" Gandalf had said.

Tolkien had smiled sadly at his own friend. "I am afraid that this world is rotten, Gandalf. We won't learn from your nor from our own history."