Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings and "Star Wars". They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, George Lucas, Bioware, and Disney. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

Inspiration for Fanfic: burningSunset's fanfic, Wild Child, and the summary for Aralinn's fanfic, Call of the Sea, in which Frodo and his love interest are separated. Well, there will be a separation in this fanfic, but not in the way one thinks… or already knows from the title what's about to happen. That's all I will say on the matter.

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Welcome to the second part in my fanfiction duology—yes, it's now a duology—titled The Crystal Light Duology, part of my Fanfiction Stories by Theme Collection. :)

Frodo's getting older in this fanfic and has some choices to make. In the end, we'll see if he finally gets what he wants, but even that will cost him dearly. Let's go. :)

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"What are you?" Frodo asked, observing the crystal for himself.

For a moment, the crystal hummed in answer. Its colors changed, becoming iridescent to silver in a heartbeat. It was mesmerizing.

Frodo was fifteen years old and a Padawan of the Jedi Order on Tython. He had bright blue eyes, a cleft in his chin, lighter-than-usual skin, due to the Fallohide blood on his mother's side, fair elvish features, short pointy ears, and soft, thick, curly dark brown hair resting on his head and the tops of his feet.

In all, he was a distinguished Jedi Hobbit, wearing a long-sleeved brown tunic, brown pants, a green tabard with a black hood attached to the tabard, black armguards, black gloves, black leather boots, and a utility belt, which stored his old blue beamed bladed lightsaber.

Frodo looked up, spotting the curly, brunette-haired hobbitess that he traveled with to find this crystal cave. Her name was Sapphire Bilberry, but he was used to calling her Mira. As all the Jedi called her Mira, even before she and him became Padawans at the age of twelve. Mira was also donned the same uniform that he wore, given to them by the Jedi Masters when they became Padawans, shortly after passing their Initiate Trials three years ago.

Frodo had been in love with Mira ever since they grew up together in the temple, in their clan called the Grey Clan. Both Mira and Frodo were taken by the Jedi when they were little, taken from the Shire and from their parents. Frodo had a distinct memory of his parents, and how they fought so hard to keep their family together. In the end, the Jedi took Frodo away, bringing him to the Jedi Temple on Tython for training.

Frodo wouldn't forget them or his emotions, for it was his emotions that were important to him. They kept him going when times were hardest and the Jedi weren't listening to him or his pleas.

It was obvious he had feelings for Mira, ever since they grew up together at the temple. These feelings hadn't ceased, but grew. That feeling was so strong that he couldn't ignore it. Maybe he would do something about it, if he were lucky to have love in his life.

"Frodo, look at this!" Mira said with glee, pointing out a few crystals glowing from their holders.

The crystals illuminated this part of the cave. The more Frodo looked at the crystals, the more he heard their song. He took his crystal, clasping it in his hand for safe keeping. He approached Mira, kissing her gently on the forehead.

"Oh Frodo," Mira said with joy, embracing him and making him blush in the process. She released him with a blush of her own.

"I love you, Mira," Frodo said, kindly. "I always have."

"This goes against the Jedi Order. We could be expelled," Mira said, hesitant about this whole ordeal.

Frodo smiled, raising his eyebrows at her in interest. "I haven't stopped loving you. I think you love me, too."

"I do," Mira said, breathing heavily. "But this goes against everything we fought for."

"I don't care about the Jedi. Do you think I would be here if I didn't?" Frodo said, serious. He admitted, bluntly, "We need to escape the temple, leave the Jedi, do something else with our lives. Train on our own time." He admitted, "I don't like the Jedi anymore than you do. What's your decision?"

"Frodo, this is so sudden," Mira said, planting her head against his chest. "What do we do?"

"What you've failed to do, young Padawans," a Togruta woman with orange skin, white tattoos on her face, headtails running parallel down her head, and donned in Jedi Robes, go their attention. She was Bela Kiwiiks, Mira's Master. They'd been spotted! "Come with me, Padawans. We'll discuss your actions in the council chambers."

"We're in trouble now," Mira said, looking at Frodo in concern.

"Why are we in trouble?" Frodo asked Master Kiwiiks, cautious.

"You know well enough what you've done. Come now. The council will decide your fate," Master Kiwiiks said, leading Frodo and Mira outside the temple.

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Thanks for reading. :)