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. 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 conclusion of my Sights at Walt Disney World fanfic series. :) It has taken me a long time to reach this point, partially because I too felt like I was on vacation.

This may be another calm fanfic, due to the World Showcase Epcot has to offer, but that's about it. Now, a few hobbits may try the rides at Epcot, which are thrilling rather than calming. :) They may, but we'll find out in this fanfic if they go on the rides or not. We'll see. :)

Enjoy. :)

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Frodo Baggins slept on under the white covers of his very comfortable queen-sized bed. Dawn hadn't yet broken the horizon; and yet, it was nearly time when Frodo naturally awoke from sleep.

Frodo was a perky chap with bright blue eyes, lighter-than-usual skin, which he inherited from the Fallohide bloodline on his mother's side, fair elven-like features, short pointy ears, and soft, thick, curly dark brown hair that rested on his head and the tops of his feet. This morning, he was dressed in a pair of white pajamas. It didn't compare to his nightgown, but he would take the pajamas any time.

Frodo was staying at the Walt Disney World Beach Club Resort, in a one-bedroom suite on the Club Level. Unlike all the other suites at the Beach Club Resort, his suite was one of the rarer suites because it had its own dining room, complete with a dark mahogany dining room table and cushioned chairs. He was the exception, but that was all right.

At least, he could have room service whenever he liked, as long as he was still on vacation, of course.

Brown paint covered the walls of the suite. Everywhere, from the living room and kitchen to the bathroom and bedroom. In a way, Frodo found peacefulness in this suite, loving how the colors complemented each other.

It truly was a wonder to behold with the colors, almost as if he were at the sea right now, instead of at the parks. He guessed that was the way of the Beach Club Resort.

The dining room stood behind the living room, which had its own balcony, with white railing wrapped around it, which observed the garden that stood on the ground floor, just outside the suites. The garden was rich with greenery, which made Frodo a bit jealous of his own garden at Bag End. Oh well. They were two different gardens. He supposed that was all right.

The living room had a beige couch decked with blue pillows, as well as dark oak furniture that stored the television set and a remote control for the television. Along a wall sat a painting with two anthropomorphic mice, Mickey and Minnie Mouse, sitting on a beach, wrapped in each other's arms. The brown carpet wrapped around the suite, giving comfort to poor Frodo's feet and anyone else's who was a guest staying at the hotel.

Next to the living room was a kitchen, complete with its own oven and microwave, along with a refrigerator for storing food and drinks. It took Frodo some time to learn what these appliances were called, but he quickly got the hang of it.

Along the wall, next to the living room and dining room, stood the bathroom with its beige tiled floor, a white sink, and a white tub with spotted curtains. The soap had been used more than once during Frodo's stay, as did the shampoo, while the towels and washcloths had recently been washed, cleaned, and returned to their proper places, thanks to the maids who worked at the hotel. There was also a basin and a pitcher for Frodo's use, should he need to wash his face from the morning and evening grime.

Beyond the double doors, which Frodo closed before going to bed, Frodo was still asleep in his queen-sized bed, doing nothing more than dream about his marvelous time at Walt Disney World. A beige couch stood in one corner, along with a grey cushioned bedside table in another. A dark oak writing desk stood against a wall, right underneath a picture of a bluebird.

In all, it was a nice suite, if Frodo did say so himself. He regretted that this was the last day he would spend at Walt Disney World. He hoped to make the best of it. No matter the odds, he would not be deterred from his task of having as much fun as he could.

That was for sure.

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Frodo opened his eyes. He breathed in deeply, allowing the sunrise's morning rays to overwhelm his senses. He was wide awake now and ready to start the day! If only it felt that way.

To him, this morning meant something else. It was the last day of his vacation and that meant saying goodbye to a lot of people, people he just got to know and care about, people he knew for a long time. It also meant saying goodbye to Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took, his cousins and best friends. He couldn't forget them. Those two rascals were going to visit the rest of the parks after their trip to Epcot.

Frodo, Sam, and Rosie already did that. So, there was no need for them, after visiting Epcot, to stay in the parks for another day.

Frodo sighed, looking around at his surroundings. He would miss this suite, miss coming here and relaxing. Granted, he would probably spend an hour watching television, as well as ordering room service, and eat breakfast in his suite. It was all good.

At last, he got out of bed and went to his dresser to pull out some fresh, clean clothes. He made his way into the bathroom to do his business, do his morning routine, get dressed, and get ready for the day. When he finally came out of the bathroom, happier than he had been, he was dressed in a white shirt, red suspenders, and light brown knee breeches. He had several white shirts, but he figured it was time to change into a different kind of knee breeches f, even if they were a lighter shade of brown he was wearing.

Besides, he was on vacation! And it wasn't like he had to be formal. No! That's probably why his clothing choice was informal.

He turned to his dining room table. There, like the past four days, was a piece of paper listing all his breakfast choices for room service. Frodo looked at the list, the menu, picked up the pen that was on the table, and checked off each item that he wanted to be delivered. When he was finished, he set the pen and the paper down, watching them disappear and hearing his front door knock.

Frodo skidded over to the front door, opening it, and allowing the waiter to come in with a tray filled with food, as well as his drinks. He thanked the man, as the waiter set down his food and his drinks, all the dishes, onto the dining room table, before departing from the room. Frodo closed and locked the door, heading over to the dining room table to eat his breakfast, as well as drink his whole milk and orange juice.

His mouth watered when he saw all the edible choices: fluffy yellow scrambled eggs, sizzling crisp bacon, meaty golden-brown sausage links, fried golden-brown hash browns, and two fluffy, golden-brown pancakes, complete with rich maple syrup and creamy butter. Frodo licked his lips, deciding on what to eat first. His breakfast choices looked good, but he quickly debated on eating the eggs first or the sausage. The debate ended as he dived into his eggs, eating them with satisfaction.

Minutes passed and soon he was done eating breakfast. Full, Frodo felt near sleepiness creep over him. The sleepiness passed, right as another knock was heard on the front door. Frodo rushed over to open the door, causing the same waiter to appear and take his dishes. Frodo thanked him, watching the waiter leave his room, with the waiter's tray on tow, moments before Merry, a young hobbit with curly, light brown hair and a smirk on his face, paraded into Frodo's suite. Satisfaction wore on the young hobbit's face, making Frodo think there was something intriguing on the young hobbit's mind.

"Frodo, when are we leaving? Everyone' s waiting for you down in the lobby," Merry asked, curiously, pointing to the door.

"Hang on. Let me finish up and we can go," Frodo said, making his way into the bathroom one last time to do his business. Minutes passed before he was ready to leave his suite and follow his younger cousin out into the carpeted hallway.

Frodo received no new note from Mickey Mouse. He didn't need another one, not after yesterday's note the anthropomorphic mouse gave to him, while visiting Animal Kingdom to ride the rides and explore. Frodo knew this was his last day at the parks. He didn't want to waste it.

Frodo looked at his suite one last time. He'd miss this suite. Such comfort he knew wouldn't return after he left the parks and returned home. Back to Bag End.

At last, Frodo closed the door and locked the suite's front door. He'd see his clothes and basic necessities again when he came home. Of this, he felt sure would happen.

"Come on, cousin! It's time to meet up with everyone and head to Epcot!" Merry said, leading the way.

"What's stopping them?" Frodo asked with a smirk, following his younger cousin down the hallway and back to the lobby, where his adventures at Walt Disney World began.

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Thanks for reading. :)