Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and The Silmarillion. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.

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Frodo Baggins had no idea where he was. It was pitch black with grey fog everywhere, misting the area and making it difficult to see.

There were no travelers in this area. No one to greet him for what seemed like hours. Was there no way out of here?

Frodo checked the neverending darkness. There was still nothing and nobody to greet him at all. This was getting out of hand! Surely, there must be someone to guide him out of here!

He needed to leave! This was no time for games! No, not at all!

Ah! A miracle! There was an elderly man wearing a tattered shirt sitting on a stool, his gaze distant. Frodo made his way over to the man, wondering what his story was about. However, seeing those faded blue eyes had almost made Frodo cringe in horror. He didn't want to upset him, but the way this elderly man stared at him made Frodo's blood turn cold.

"You are alone, as it should be," the elderly man said, with pain in his voice. "The darkness will swallow you. You must find the way out before he comes."

"Who?" Frodo asked, confused.

"Don't forget them. Don't forget about… her," the elderly man spoke of the flaming red-haired elf named Tauriel. Frodo couldn't put his finger on it, but he heard that name somewhere before. Did Legolas know her?

Frodo jumped, yelping as the elderly man vanished, leaving Frodo alone with his despair. The loneliness was becoming too much for him. He had to get out! He had to find a way out! It was impossible to do so, not with the flaming lidless eye ready to strike him at any given moment.

Wait. A lidless eye? Frodo spun around, finding himself face to face with Sauron's Eye! Oh no! Frodo couldn't leave! The Eye of Sauron was too much for him! Oh, the loneliness would surely take this gentle-hobbit, before it was too late to stop it!

"Frodo, come back. You must come back…" It was Aragorn's voice, reaching out to him in this darkness. There was hope yet! "…Frodo, please come back. You cannot give up hope yet! Please, come back! Find the will to return to us!"

A glimmer of hope lit up in Frodo's heart. So, there was a way out of this place. With the Eye of Sauron momentarily forgotten, Frodo made his way towards a rope ladder. It was sturdy enough to climb. For a moment, he found himself face to face with the Eye of Sauron again. Its cat-like eye chased towards him in a manner of seconds.

Frodo yelped, as a gentle, yet firm hand gripped his shoulder. He looked up to see another being, who helped him up the rope ladder. At last, the Eye of Sauron was gone. Frodo's heart leapt with joy, staring at the being who saved his life.

He knew this being. It was Eru Ilúvatar.

The darkness left the room they were in. They were now in a library with the bright sun pouring in through the crystal-clear glass windows. The walls were white, as were many of the bookcases, tables, and chairs. Frodo hadn't expected to see this.

"Thank you for saving my life," Frodo said, pleased.

"You passed out, but now it is time for you to return to Middle-earth. For now, anyway," Eru Iluvatar said, kindly. He touched Frodo's forehead, telling him, "Frodo, it is time to wake up now. Frodo… Frodo…"

Frodo closed his eyes. His spirit returned to his body. He woke up, grateful to be inside a tent with white curtains draped around it. He sighed in relief as sleep overtook his thoughts again. But this time, those thoughts were pleasant, as were the next several dreams he had between wakefulness and sleep.

It was good to be back, alive and well. Now, he could celebrate the renewal of Middle-earth and the downfall of Sauron, while it lasted.

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