Disclaimers: All canon material from The Lord of the Rings trilogy belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. I only own this story, its plot, and OCs and ICs that enter this story.

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I've been thinking and planning on this kind of story for a long while. I think this idea came about when I read/skimmed over a story involving Frodo with his daughter, but she was lost to him. Of course, I haven't read many fanfics with the next generation. So, while the theme is cliché (canon characters with their descendants), this story will be unique in its own way. I just want to see where this story goes because it is an interesting idea, and my first time writing with the cliché.

What I ask from you, readers, is to please give this story a chance. It may turn out for the better. Also, the "Star Wars: The Force Awakens" soundtrack helped give me inspiration to write this piece. With that said, let's get started. :)

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Prologue:

A New Quest

There are many worlds and many realms. Scattered and divided amongst themselves. They always seek one another. But as the law of the worlds clearly state, each realm has its own unique history, its own lineages. How the worlds connect is by means of portals, but not all the portals are obvious to find. Some are hidden through barriers, invisible or not. And yet, an unexpected journey will bring about division or union, depending on the lens displayed…

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Frodo Baggins sat comfortably on the pine bench, which rested just outside Bag End. He heaved a perplexed sigh. It was time to leave the Shire for the Grey Havens. He needed healing, and it would be nice to see and visit his uncle, Bilbo Baggins, once again. He and his uncle had been through a lot, but he felt so changed.

He was not the same hobbit who left Bag End. He was not the same when the quest to destroy the One Ring was over. He was changed, and his efforts only resulted in him losing so much. But to lose his home in Middle-earth… no. He wouldn't think that way. He was himself and there were people who cared about him. That was enough. It was all he needed…

"Frodo," said a feminine voice. He turned and looked up at the curly-haired hobbit woman. It was Rosie, Samwise Gamgee's wife. She was concerned about him.

"What is it, Rosie?" he asked, hoping to get a response from her.

"Frodo," she said, sitting on the bench next to him, "does he know?"

"I thought this was put to rest. I told you what happened, didn't I?" Frodo inquired. He sighed long and deep. "I lost them both. They might not come back."

"I'm sure they will," she insisted. "Frodo, you can't lose hope."

"What hope? Ever since I met her, it's been nothing but a roller coaster." He paused. "I'll head back to the Grey Havens, return to Valinor if I must. I'm nearly healed, but… they gave me so much life." He choked on the next words, "My wife and my daughter." He looked at Rosie then and there. "Do you think they'll come back? Do you think they know?"

"We must not lose hope," Rosie answered. "They'll find you or you'll find them. If you say you're healed, then I'm sure we can look for a way to…"

"Something happened in the timeline, Rosie. We're trapped in this moment of time, while my wife and daughter live out their lives." Frodo looked down at his feet. "I miss them. Will they return? Will they find me?"

"You might want to ask Gandalf. He's one of the Istari, isn't he? I'm sure he can let you know." Rosie stood up and headed for the green door. She stopped and asked Frodo, "Frodo, you weren't planning on heading back to Valinor just yet, were you?"

Frodo chuckled. "I might, but this new mission… I want to find them. The last time I spoke to my wife… it's too painful to say here." His brow furrowed, confusion coursing through his veins. "All I know is that my family is separated. I know where my wife is, but… I'm not sure she wants to see me. Not after the last time I…"

"She'll find you, or you'll find her." Rosie said last, "Look, I'm going to make lunch. If you want to join me. It'll give you something to do."

"I'd like that. Sam is glad to have you in his life," he added.

"Come on." Rosie gestured towards the door.

Frodo sprang from the bench, straight towards the green door. In his haste, he opened the door for Rosie. However, he winced in pain once again, forcing him to collapse against the door. The wraith wound stung him. It was as if the Nazgul had resurfaced. His hands were clammy, while his forehead teetered with sweat.

The next moment he awoke, he found himself in bed, with the sheets covering himself. Carefully, he checked his shoulder. The wound was healed, but there were small amounts of pain in the same area. The wound was almost fully healed. His gaze fell on the elves, who were present in the room. Wait… where was he? Maybe he should… a hand grabbed his arm, allowing him to sink under the covers again.

"You need to rest," said one of the elven healers.

"Where am I?" Frodo asked, quite confused. He remembered, "No. I was helping Sam prepare for…"

"Frodo, you need to rest," Elrond declared. Frodo remembered the dark-haired elven lord from his last visit in Valinor. This was different.

"What happened to Sam?" Frodo asked, confused.

"Sam is fine," said Celebrían, a silver-haired elven woman who was Elrond's wife. "You're in Valinor, if you're curious."

"Valinor?" Frodo rested his head on the pillow. He asked next, "How long will it take to heal my wounds, or will they be…"

"Your wounds are healing," Celebrían told him, calmly. "They need time."

"As you will need time to heal," Elrond answered.

"Time? What about my family?" Frodo exclaimed. "They're still out there." He shook his head, determination lit up in his eyes. "I need to find out what happened to them: my wife and daughter. Surely, there's a way to…"

"Frodo, even you couldn't ask for…" Celebrían was cut off by Frodo's plea:

"Please, I need to know what happened to them." He spoke, calming down at least for a little while. "Look, I am well aware of the time change, world jumping… all of that mess. I know it's not something we're used to, but I need to know what happened to them, their fates." Frodo asked, politely, "Please. All I ask is to see my wife and daughter." Was he pleading too much? No, he needed to find them. He wouldn't give up on them for anything.

"Frodo, you're not well enough to travel," Elrond told him. "Why not wait a few more days and see where we are then."

"For now, you need to rest." Celebrían added, "What would your wife and daughter think, if they saw you ill."

Frodo heaved in another sigh. He had it coming. Maybe rest was what he needed. Tucking himself under the covers, he smelled sweat coming off of his clothes. It was unbearable, and yet his mind at last found peace. The next second he woke up, he was washed and wearing a fresh white nightgown. He looked about the grand chamber with elvish inscription and décor along the walls. No one else was in the room. It was just him, or so it was for several seconds.

He jumped back against the wood frame, upon seeing a furry creature looking right at him, bellowing a few grunts. The creature rested against the wall, near the door, but it was the sight of the creature that set him on edge. Next to the furry brown creature was a man with graying hair. But it was the weapon the man carried that made Frodo realize he came from another time or another world not his own.

"Relax," the man said, "Chewie won't hurt you, unless you give him reason to."

"Then I won't," Frodo answered. "Who are you?"

"Han Solo and this is Chewbacca," Han introduced himself. "Chewie's a Wookie and co-pilot of the Millennium Falcon. My ship."

"Your ship?" Frodo asked. Already, an idea sprang forth. "Do you accept passengers?"

"Where do you need to go?" Han asked, curious.

"Anywhere," the gentle-hobbit answered. "I just… need to find my family, find out their fates, what happened to them. That's all I ask." He looked up at Han, who looked like he had seen a ghost. "What is it?"

"I'll take you as far as the Four Lands. But that's it," was all Han had to say on the matter. Frodo wasn't finished.

"Did I say something wrong?" He asked.

"Listen, I understand you're a big deal and all…" Han was stopped by Chewie's grunt. "What are you talking about? We only go as far as the Four Lands." Chewie grunted again, much to Han's chagrin. "I'm not responsible… okay, fine. He comes with us."

"Thank you." Frodo smiled, nodding in appreciation. "You said the Four Lands. What dangers are there?"

"If only you knew," the man answered. "Get dressed and meet me on the beach. We'll go from there."

"How did you get here?" the gentle-hobbit asked, curious and confused.

"That's a story for another time," Han said last, heading out of the room. But not before telling Chewbacca, "Come on, Chewie." Unsure what to do, Chewie left the room, leaving Frodo alone to his tasks.

Moving slowly out of bed, Frodo waited until he was good and ready before going to the bathroom. Minutes passed before he changed into his white dress shirt, blue breeches, blue vest and jacket, complete with deep brown straps.

Once he finished, he darted outside the hobbit house, only to discover a large disc-like ship parked on the shoreline. The ship looked grand, but also rusty. The way it was built, it looked like the only part of the land that was elegant but ancient. It stood out against the majestic landscape. At least it wasn't hard to spot.

Feeling more like his tween self, Frodo moved across the landscape. Eventually, he reached the ship, only to find Han and Chewie already preparing to board. He joined them soon enough, asking the two, "Is this your ship?"

"That she is," Han replied. "She's a fine vessel. She can take you anywhere you like."

"What's in the Four Lands?" Frodo asked, curious.

"A lot of danger. But it isn't safe for hobbits," he said, curtly.

"What is safe for hobbits? I saved the Shire, but in the end it wasn't enough. Not for me." Frodo inquired. "I'd be willing to travel to the Four Lands. Maybe I'll meet my kin there."

"That's good. Then I know just where to drop you off at. Have you heard of Shady Vale?" Han asked this time.

"No… well, my wife introduced me to Shannara," he admitted. He recovered, saying, "It's just something I remember." He said, "Look, I need to find my wife and daughter. I'll do whatever it takes to get back to them." He stopped upon hearing Chewie bellow a low grunt. He returned his gaze to Han, saying, "Can you help me?"

"Yes. Let's get inside and we'll see about getting you to the Four Lands," Han said last, ending the conversation.

Taking heed to what was said, Frodo followed the man and the Wookie inside the disc-shaped grey ship. The interior looked very futuristic, but like the exterior it certainly needed a good cleaning. He momentarily looked about the ship, before chasing after the pilot and co-pilot to the cockpit. The moment he reached the cockpit, Frodo sat down on one of the chairs, behind Chewie. They did not stay long, for Frodo watched as Han and Chewie piloted the ship – it was called the Millennium Falcon, wasn't it? – off the ground and into the skies above.

Frodo hoped that Eru Ilúvatar was fine with his decision. For he knew his search to find his wife and his daughter was the very thought that wouldn't leave. Nor was he ready to come back home until he completed his task. Only the road ahead would not be easy, but it was what mattered most to him, at least he hoped his new quest would be complete this time around. At least, he hoped it would be finished. There was so much to do. He wouldn't fail them, not for anything. That's how he saw it. He hoped he was right, that his wife and daughter needed him.

But how far was he willing to go to complete his task? He would wait and see for what came next. For now, he was leaving Valinor once again on a quest he knew so little about. Would he succeed or would he fail? That remained to be seen. But at least he would have hope, and hope was what he sorely needed right now. He already knew he had hope. He would not give up on them, not for anything. And that was what mattered most. That was all he needed.

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Chapter 1 Teaser:

Rosemary Blain knew only one thing: how to be an independent thinker. That's what it took to be herself in society, and society liked her for who she was, not who she used to be. She liked being called Rose for short, as that was what everyone called her. She didn't know who her father was, except for a memory. But that memory was small and hardly showed her the truth.

Who were her parents? Did they know she existed? Would she forgive them for abandoning her in the manner they did?

What she did like watching and reading was The Lord of the Rings. It was her favorite trilogy, and yet it also felt close to her heart. Frodo Baggins seemed very familiar to her as well. Why did she feel like he was a father to her? And where was her mother? She wasn't in the books.

Just Frodo.

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Thanks for reading. :) More is to come…