His reality
"Why don't you star at the beginning?"
"I grew up in a small village named the Shire. Everybody knows everybody by name. Nothing ever seemed to happen to any of us, except my uncle Bilbo, of course.
One day I was given a ring by a wizard. It could destroy us all if it fell in the wrong hands. I was to destroy it. We hobbits met up with others that wanted to see the ring destroyed; there were nine of us. Eight other were willing to give up their lives so that I could reach Mount Doom.
We traveled and I saw the places Bilbo told me stories about when I was growing up. We saw the elves in Rivendell.
Sam and I left the others because we did not want to risk their lives anymore. It was a long and perilous journey throughout Middle Earth. We faced many adversaries. We met Gollum who almost caused us to fail our mission. It was the longest and most difficult thirteen months of my life.
The Ring began to destroy me. I almost didn't destroy it in the end. I have Sam to thank; he carried me up to the top of Mount Doom. He never gave up even when I had. He is the reason we are all still alive.
We destroyed the Ring and brought peace to Middle Earth.
It was hard, but the Fellowship split up. Merry, Pippin, Sam, and I returned to the Shire. I returned to Bag End. We've been back for a few weeks. It is strange to be back. It doesn't feel right."
"That is a very interesting story, but none of it happened. You have made it all up in your head."
"Of course it happened. We are sitting in Bag End right now."
"No. Can't you see that we are sitting in a mental hospital? You have been in here since your car accident fourteen months ago. We are not in the Shire."
"I'm sorry, but you are mistaken. I have to ask you to leave. I'm expecting Sam for afternoon tea in a few minutes."
"I guess we will continue this session tomorrow," Doctor Smith walked out of the room listening to Frodo talk to "Sam". For once in his life, Dr. Smith might not be able to help cure a patient. Frodo doesn't want help; he wants to stay in his world. Who could blame him? In his world, he was a hero, had true friends, and he didn't have to deal with the fact he killed his little brother, Sam, in the car accident.