Tolkien woke up in a forest, finding himself feeling somehow different. He saw that his body looked youthful again. Tolkien had also seen that his hair was dark again. He wondered if he was in heaven. If he was in heaven, it was nothing like what he thought it would look like, first of all it looked like he was armed with a sword at his belt. While the landscape was not unpleasant it was not ideal. The grass was kind of itchy. As well. It didn`t seem like it was hell as well. If it was hell, why did he feel young again. Maybe it could be some kind of purgatory.  Anyway no one was there to greet him. Was it a dream, or maybe he woke up from a dream. No, the latter could not be possible, and the former he doubted as well.

Nevertheless, Tolkien realized he was alone.  He was on a small island between two rivers. Tolkien looked at his reflection in the river, he recognized that he looked like himself in his youth although aside from the sword at his belt he wore the same clothes that he died, a tweed outfit. Tolkien used a broken tree trunk as a makeshift bridge, went to the mainland and decided to go downriver as that was where he thought he was most likely to find signs of human habitation. “Where is everyone” Tolkien said to himself as he went recognizing his voice.

As Tolkien went downriver, he saw someone dancing in a tiny valley. He rushed toward the creature (which looked like a beautiful black-haired woman clad in blue) happy to know he was not alone and tripped on a root falling on her somehow, his head was on something soft and squishy and when he grabbed something to stabilize himself it felt soft and squishy as well. He realized they were her bosom and backside respectfully when a split second later, she hit him causing him to go flying. “I’m so sorry,” said Tolkien, “I was lost and was so glad to see a face that I forgot to watch my step.” He didn`t know how he could have tripped into her considering how far he was from her, “all I want to know is where the direction to closest town is and I’ll be out of your way. “I’ll lead you to it,” said the black-haired woman, “by the way what do they call you”. She had seemed to get over his accidental grope quickly despite her reaction. ‘I am John Ronald Reuel Tolkien” said Tolkien. The black-haired woman smiled “Thank you” she said, “You can call me Dance-Leaf.”

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Tolkien got a look at the woman. He saw she was extremely tall, with grey eyes and pointed ears. Remarkably like what his elves would look like. “Where am I,” Tolkien said. “Man`naka-chikyu” said Dance-Leaf with a grin, “specifically Rolate forest.” Tolkien realized he was in a different world. He did not know how or why. Dance-Leaf grabbed a glaive which was balanced against a tree and then they both left the place. With Dance-Leaf leading Tolkien “Is this area dangerous,” said Tolkien. “It is not too deadly, but one should not be too careless here,” Dance-Leaf replied.

 Tolkien saw a blue teardrop shaped ooze with a smiling face coming towards them. “What is that,” he said pointing at the ooze wondering what kind of creature it was. Dance-Leaf looked at where he was pointing and attacked the creature. “We call it a Slime,” She said. “It seeks to attack other creatures such as you and me, but it is not that powerful.  The creature appeared to dry up leaving a small orb which Dance-Leaf picked up. This has its uses, she said pointing at it, and putting it in her satchel. She certainly knows how to handle herself, thought Tolkien as they continued going on.

Tolkien had his sword out for the rest of the walk. He wasn’t as skilled as many of his characters but it was better than nothing. Eventually they found a road in which Dance-Leaf said he could let his guard down as the road lead them to a town. “Welcome to Rolate” said Dance-Leaf as they went into town.