Bilbo

Tolkien awoke on his back looking up at brilliant blue sky with white clouds.  The last thing he remembered was flipping the coin he found earlier in the day while walking under the bridge of sighs in Oxford.  He realized he was was being poked with a stick.
"Excuse me!  but my garden is not a hotel for wandering old men!  Unless you are a wizard, but I don't think you are a wizard by the look of you.  So good morning and be on your way sir."
Tolkien looked to see a man about half his size with wearing a green vest and barefoot and said "Pardon me? Where am I?."
Bilbo snorted and said "Why this is my home Bag End.  The Baggins' have lived here since time out of mind.  From the look of you sir the pints at the Prancing Pony got the better of you."
"I am J.R.R Tolkien and I have no bloody idea how I got here, I'll bet wager Jack and Warnie had something to do with it."
"Well I do not know any Jack and Warnie. Mr. Jar Tullkeen, but where are my manners?  My name is Bilbo Baggins and this is my home.  Well I suppose it won't do to have a man just laying about in my garden all day.  Do come in for some tea.  I will fetch my friend Gandalf who is visiting these parts and we can sort out what to do with you."  Bilbo said it kindly but something told him this was not just a drunken man who fell asleep among his flowers....

This is a draft of the first encounter between Bilbo and Tolkien.  I wanted to get the flow of it down as it is a beautiful spring morning here in NY and it reminded me of the beginning of 'The Hobbit'.  The reference to Gandalf may be removed and replaced with the old Gaffer because it is possible Gandalf will have a very different role in our little story.

My apologies to Mr. Tolkien.  My story is written with a lifetime of love for his characters and the world he so carefully created for them.

Carl