Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, Disney characters, and the places at Walt Disney World. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Disney. Canon characters and settings in the "Star Wars" universe belong to George Lucas and Disney. All canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

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Welcome to the second part of my fanfiction tetralogy, Sights at Walt Disney World. :)

We're heading to a new location, which won't be revealed until the next chapter. Yes, there will be "Star Wars" canon characters appearing in this story, since the location Frodo and his friends are heading to has them. So, it will be nice to do a triple crossover, even though "Star Wars" is now owned by Disney.

So, without further ado, I present Breathe. Just Breathe.

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Dawn broke the horizon, bringing warmth to Frodo Baggins' bedroom. Frodo was still sound asleep on his queen-sized bed, underneath a set of clean white sheets and covers.

Dreams filled his head, letting him sleep soundly.

The first couple of days at the Walt Disney World resort, in its own realm, were a dream come true. All that excitement and joy filled his heart. He never asked for a vacation and yet, here it was, calling out to him to take it.

And he was glad he did, leaving Bag End for the resort, where he, so far, went on the most interesting rides. His friends, Samwise Gamgee and Rosie Cotton, soon joined him, delighted to help him feel more at home while spending vacation together. He couldn't have asked for better friends.

Frodo had fair, almost elven features and lighter-than-usual skin, thanks to the Fallohide blood on his mother's side. His brown curly hair was soft and thick on his head and the tops of his feet. His eyes were as blue as the bright blue sky. His ears were short-tipped and pointy. His chin was cleft and stood out, next to his other facial features. This morning, he wore a plain white nightgown, which kept him warm for the most part. Over on his bedside bench seat was a fluffy blue robe, which he pulled out from the dark mahogany dresser drawers, standing next to his bed, close to the brown-painted wall and the doorway leading out to the living room, dining room, and kitchen, which he put on the beside bench before going to bed last night.

He sighed, opening his eyes to discover a room not his own. Well, it was his own, just not the one he typically slept in at Bag End. Yes, he was on vacation and it showed. Still, he liked every minute of it. He yawned, feeling sleep about ready to take him again. He sat up, realizing his friends might be expecting him. Minutes passed before he came to realize, after checking the clock, that it was 6:00 a.m. Nothing would be open right now. And yet, he couldn't help but feel the need to stay up and check on the rest of his suite.

Frodo had a one-bedroom suite on the Club Level, at Disney's Beach Club Resort. He was told none of the one-bedroom suites had a dining room. Only the two-bedroom suites earned that feature. He must be an exception to the rule, or else the anthropomorphic mouse, Mickey Mouse, liked him too much. It explained why Frodo ended up with the dining room and the kitchen. He shrugged, realizing things wouldn't change. Or so he hoped.

At last, he got out of bed and made his way into the bathroom. Minutes passed before he was done and washed his hands. He looked in the mirror. Nothing about him changed much, but he certainly looked like he got enough sleep. He yawned, making his way out of the bathroom and into the dining room, where a dark mahogany table and four cushioned, wooden chairs sat around the dining table.

Situated on the table was a menu with this morning's meal plan. He checked off the breakfast box and picked out the food he wanted. Sausages and eggs sounded good, as well as toast, milk, and orange juice. The second after he checked the boxes, he set the ink pen down, amazed the parchment vanished and a knock proceeded from the front door.

He approached the front door, opened it, and waited for the waiter, wearing white clothes and an apron, to deliver his food, before walking out the suite door, closing the door behind him. Frodo locked the door, returning to the dining room table and digging into his cooked, fluffy yellow scrambled eggs, meaty sausage links, and crisp golden-brown toast. There was also a large glass of orange juice and a large glass of milk, just waiting for him to drink.

Oh, how he loved room service! It made everything pleasant! But he would resolve to eating lunch at the park with his friends. He needed to figure out, with Sam and Rosie, where they were heading to. For some reason, Mickey didn't send to him another golden envelope, similar to the ones he had before, containing notes that told him where he was supposed to go.

Halfway through his meal, he looked over his shoulder. There was a golden envelope with his name on the front! He took it, broke the seal, and opened it, surprised to see the message written in ink on the gold notecard.

Frodo,

When you're ready, head to Disney's Hollywood Studios. I've got some great news for you!

There won't be any quests unless you find some, but there will be some interesting characters you can meet-and-greet there. There's also attractions to go on and shows for you to see. It's up to you what you do there, as always!

I'll see you there! Bring Sam and Rosie, if you want! Ha ha!

Signed,

Mickey Mouse

Frodo rolled his eyes. "No quests? Just shows? What did I miss?" A better question: just what was this Disney's Hollywood Studios? Maybe it was another park. Either way, he had to see this for himself. It sounded interesting.

He waited until after he finished eating and got dressed in a blue jacket, a floral deep blue waistcoat, a white dress shirt, and grey knee breeches, before discovering the waiter had returned and collected his empty glasses and dishes. He thanked the waiter before setting out, hoping to catch Sam and Rosie, before they left the hotel.

He just didn't count upon meeting Sam, a curly, brown-haired hobbit, and Rosie, a hobbitess with light brown hair, fair features, and donned in a floral pink dress, leave their suite, shutting and locking the door behind them. Frodo did the same, before joining his friends. He pointed out Sam's envelope, which he carried with him.

"You got one, too?" Frodo asked, startled.

"Yeah. I did," Sam said, confused. "Why? Does that surprise you? How many days have you been here anyway?"

"It always surprises me," Frodo said, rolling his eyes and smiling.

"Well, we're supposed to go to Disney's Hollywood Studios," Rosie said, delighted.

"I got the same message. It's just Mickey wants me to meet him there," Frodo recovered. "It seems he wants to talk to me."

"I'm not surprised. He talks to you more than he does us," Sam said, referring to him and Rosie.

"Well…" Frodo didn't know what to say to this. He felt bad for Sam and Rosie. He didn't want Mickey to play favorites, "…let's just hope that I get to spend more time with you two. You are my friends."

"We know!" Sam and Rosie said in unison.

"We would never abandon you," Rosie told Frodo, comforting him.

"Thanks," Frodo said, giving a small smile.

"It's just that, while we're here, we're going to be off doing other things." Rosie said, facing Sam in an instant, "Isn't that right, Samwise?"

"Oh yes, Rosie. For sure!" Sam said, delighted but also nervous. Frodo chuckled. Why was Sam nervous around Rosie? Oh, wait. He understood. They were courting. That was fine with him. At least, they were enjoying themselves. That's what counted.

"Now," Rosie continued her explanation, joyfully, "we can either split up when we get there," Rosie followed Frodo and Sam down the carpeted hallway, still talking to them, "or we can go as a group."

"I'm not sure how big the park is," Frodo admitted. "We're going to have a get a map."

"Make that two maps!" Sam said in relief. "You never know! We could end up parted again!"

"Oh, come on Sam. How bad could Disney's Hollywood Studios be?" Frodo asked, curtly. "Besides, we may have as much fun as we did at Magic Kingdom."

"He's right! Let's not worry about it too much. We're on vacation, not in danger!" Sam announced. He asked, curious, "We aren't in any danger, right?"

"No!" Frodo and Rosie said in unison.

"I think we're free to do whatever we want here," Rosie admitted, happily.

"Let's get moving," Frodo said, walking on ahead. He looked back, stopping as Sam and Rosie caught up to him. He sighed, delighted to have friends by his side during these peaceful times. It made the world a lot happier than it normally was. And that, Frodo didn't mind one bit.

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Thanks for reading. :)