Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkien does. Any and all other canon material belongs to their respected owners.
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Well, it took me a while to come up with ideas for this fanfic. Also, I'm caught in a peculiar writer's block that won't leave me alone. So, here's hoping I get through some of the block. Here we go. :)
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The warm, orange flames crackled and hissed in the stone fireplace. The wood was burning with extreme deliberate blazes, and yet the hobbit fast asleep in the orange cushioned chair, nestled at an angle in front of the fireplace, didn't stir. The warmth of the fire was welcoming. Already, sensations arose of a dream about to take shape before his very eyes…
The hobbit's brown curly hair tussled in the wind. The wind was strong and his hair felt soft to the touch. He checked his clothes. Yes, he was still wearing the white dress shirt, brown suspenders and brown knee-breeches. But the curly brown hair on his feet were wet, as were his feet. Had he been trekking through mud. He hardly knew.
And yet, he remembered his name, which was…
"Frodo! Frodo Baggins," said a dark robed, brown mullet haired Jedi Knight. Wait a second… how did he know the name of this Jedi? He was taller than he, for some reason. "I'm Anakin Skywalker. You're needed before the council."
"What council?" Frodo asked, confused. Had he walked in on the wrong place. There were a lot of green trees and mountains in this land. The temple before him was orate and very spectacular. "Where am I?"
"You're on Tython," Anakin said, gesturing with a hand. "Come on. The Jedi Bastila Shan wishes to meet you in person."
All right, now he knew he was asleep. He was dreaming. He must have been dreaming…
No, he was falling asleep. There was the council and a Jedi wearing a brown long-sleeved shirt and brown pants. Maybe he had fallen asleep…
"Frodo, do not wake up yet. There is some training we have for you to do," Bastila said with her hair pulled into a single braid. Not that he was interested in that stuff. Although she did look beautiful…
The images were shifting fast. He had a blue blade with a silver hilt attached. It felt so heavy. He couldn't defeat Anakin… it was time to go to sleep now…
"Frodo!" Anakin cried, rushing towards him. "Frodo, don't fall asleep yet! Frodo. Frodo!"
"Frodo," Frodo mumbled softly. His eyes opened but his head throbbed. No. What had he just experienced. He so wanted to get back into the dream. But how? Oh. He would find another way yet. If only… if only he knew what that meant. Oh, now was the time to get back into the dream world.
Only the next dream he had didn't involve Jedi or temples, much to his disdain. No. Instead it involves Farmer Maggot's dogs chasing him out of the farmer's land. Oh great. How did he always get into these situations? He feared he wouldn't know.
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Thanks for reading. :) Well, that story was short. But still, I don't mind getting into these Star Wars stories and writing fanfiction on them. So, if anyone is interested in more Star Wars stories, feel free to let me know. Also, how was it? I hope the ending turned out good. Thanks for reading! :)