Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Shannara Series, and "The Shannara Chronicles". They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Terry Brooks, MTV, and Spike. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material, including original characters, original locations, etc., belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

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Welcome to the second part in my Janet and the Druids trilogy :)

This time, we're heading to Paranor. While this may have some similarities with my other fanfic, The Order of Seven, as far as what happens to my OC Janet, there will be differences, since she's obviously at Druid's Keep and not on the First World, like her mother, my other OC, Janus was in the first trilogy of my Long Series. So, this should be quite interesting to write and read. :)

Thanks goes to Adeleidhis for helping me brainstorm ideas for this chapter. :)

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It started as a vision.

The First World was an experiment, created by the Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea and his son, Aslan. The world failed with the touch of a rose, but never again will the rose be used in such adversity, for the roses are protected by their thorns; at least, until the universe is restored to its rightful place.

And so, the First World ended in an explosion, jetting out all the worlds and creating the Universe. The citizens of the First World are now scattered throughout the worlds, throughout time. Their fates remain uncertain until Aslan says so.

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Janet wandered across the Druid's Keep meditation garden. The sound of the waterfall drew her attention to a girl with black hair and wearing a brown jacket, a grey tunic attached to a strap, which flowed down one shoulder, and deep green pants. She wrung water out of her leather boots, before putting them back on. However, it was when the girl faced her that Janet realized the resemblance between her and this girl was uncanny.

"Eretria!" a Halfling with short pointy ears, short blond hair, and wearing a leather jacket, a green tunic, and black pants, approached the girl. "Hey! I thought we were going to check on Frodo. He's desperate."

"Oh please, Wil!" Eretria stood up, annoyed. "If that hobbit comes near me, I will kill him! To think that our family is from the same ancestors. It's unreal. The last thing I need is to speak to him or to Peter Pan since we're both distant relatives. What does it matter to you anyway?"

"Because we need to talk to them. It's important. The fate of the worlds is at stake!" Wil tried to reason with her, but he couldn't. Eretria was beyond help.

"Yeah, well I hope I never have to see them again!" Eretria was cut off when another Halfling with curly, brown hair and bright blue eyes, as well as a ginger-haired boy with pointy ears and donned in a green hunter's attire, approached the scene. Wait a second! Was that second Hobbit Janet's husband, Tobias?

"Oh, there's Frodo and Peter Pan! Why don't we speak to them?" Eretria said, annoyed and pointing out the two newcomers.

"Look, Frodo's not going to cause any trouble," Wil said, pointing to the second Hobbit. "Isn't that right, Frodo?"

"Sure." Frodo was not pleased. "Tell them when our bloodline stops killing people!"

"You know a thing about sacrifice, don't you Frodo?" Eretria said, fed up. She pulled out her dagger, pressing it against Frodo's throat. "Let's see how you cope with a dagger to your heart?"

"Is that a threat?" Frodo coaxed her. "I'd like to see you try."

"That's enough!" Wil spoke, angered.

"Hey, guys! Don't fight!" Peter Pan intervened, happily. "Maybe we can play a game? Or I can play my panpipe!" He pulled out the panpipe. Janet's panpipe. Janet searched her belt but found the panpipe was gone.

"Oh no! Stop this! STOP RIGHT NOW!" Janet screamed, but no one listened… the darkness returned in a flash, leaving her cold, alone, and bruised.

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Janet awoke sitting up. She panted, unable to control her racing thoughts. The dream she just had was so real she could almost touch her descendants, hear them talking to her so clearly that they wouldn't go away. It was a dream, but something more.

"What?" Tobias covered his face with his hand, groaning from being tired. "What is it, Janet?"

"I just saw our many times great-grandchildren," Janet said, unsure what she saw either. "It was a dream… or was it? Was it real? Were they with us?"

"You had a vision," The hobbit-man said, sitting up as well and rubbing his wife's arm for comfort.

"No. It looked like a memory, a memory of the future," Janet said, gazing into her husband's eyes. "I'm not sure what to do."

"We'll ask Aslan or Brona. Whoever comes first," Tobias said, wrapping an arm around her. "Come on. Let's get some sleep."

"I'm too awake to sleep," Janet said, stunned by the dream.

"Well, in that case, I'll get up, too," Tobias said, moving off the bed and heading into the bathroom. Janet looked on in wonder. How did she wind up marrying someone who looks exactly like their future grandson? Frodo Baggins. She would have to remember that name the next time she met Brona and Aslan… or she could wait until daylight came to ask some more questions from them.

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Later that morning, when the sun had risen and noises could be heard outside the apartment door, Janet and Tobias fixed their combined meal of scrambled eggs, sausage links, golden-brown hash browns, and sizzling bacon. It was enough for a big meal, exactly what they needed after the events from earlier that morning.

Janet looked at hers and Tobias' apartment. The wood-paneled floors, complete with its red rugged carpet made the room endearing, but then so did the cold stone walls and the warm fireplace. The dining room stood next to the kitchen, close to the spot where Janet and Tobias' dining room and kitchen had been at their house on Lehon, the planet where they lived previously, before the Rakata – aliens with tridactyl limbs and horizontal eyestalks – attacked them. That had been three months ago, but that didn't stop Janet from becoming pregnant with hers and Tobias' first infant.

She remembered the first time she told her husband she was pregnant. The look on his face was filled with joy. He kissed her so passionately for it and when they released, he didn't let her go. They were madly in love. It was plain to see. She hoped her daughter would grow up to be as strong as her, able to make her own decisions. It was anyone's guess what this child would become. She just hoped she would be the right mother for her son or daughter.

Just as Janet joined Tobias at the table, after she turned off the burners on the stove, they were interrupted when the apartment door burst open. There was Brona, the druid wearing those black robes and donned in jet black hair, accompanied by the golden-brown, furred Great Lion Aslan. What were they doing here at this hour?

"You know, the door is locked for a reason," Janet said, annoyed.

"What are you two doing here?" Tobias asked, wary.

"It has come to my attention that someone has had a vision," Brona insisted with candor.

"It was a dream, yes, but it felt like a memory," Janet said, sipping her orange juice.

"Why do you intrude at this hour? We're eating," Tobias said between bites, as Brona sat down at the table with Aslan sitting next to him.

"That dream is a vision. They're one in the same," Brona said.

"I thoughts dreams and visions were different. I don't understand. The dream showed me Tobias and I's great-great-great-great-GREAT-many times great grandchildren," Janet said, explaining promptly.

Tobias smiled, giggling a bit. "That's a lot of greats. Are you sure it wasn't just a dream?"

"Yes, but even dreams have visions attached," Brona said, serious.

"Right," Janet said, confused. "This doesn't make sense. Our descendants hate our family. They hate being together. What does this mean?"

"It means there will come a time when your grandchildren will have to meet up. By then, we can only hope they'll do their jobs accordingly," Aslan and Brona said, cutting into each other's sentences.

"It's important that this child lives." Brona gestured to Janet's slightly round stomach. "I fear if the child dies, the fate of the worlds will be in danger."

A silence fell between them. Janet could now see the importance of hers and Tobias' child. But at what cost? Did she really want her future descendants fighting a lot? She nodded, unsure what else to say, as if knowing if she said anything, she might risk putting all their lives in danger.

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Thanks for reading. :)

References:

Wil Ohmsford and Eretria are from Terry Brooks' book series, The Shannara Series, and from the television show "The Shannara Chronicles". Frodo Baggins is the hobbit and main protagonist from J.R.R. Tolkien's book trilogy, The Lord of the Rings. Peter Pan is from J.M. Barrie's play, "Peter Pan". The Rakata and the planet Lehon are from the video game "Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic".