Frodo moved about from room to room for much of the morning. He couldn't stand to sit down, even for a few seconds. The dream world was powerful at the time, shifting between his thoughts to the present. How he longed to be back in the dream again – witness the Jedi, learn a few tricks. He was still dreaming, wasn't he? Eventually, he plopped down on a wooden chair with a purple cushion nestled on top of its surface. He was worn out, hardly paying attention to the front door. He looked up, right as Samwise Gamgee, his brown-haired hobbit friend who knew best from their adventures in the Shire.

"Mr. Frodo," Sam commented, surprised to see him, "you look like you haven't slept a wink."

"I want to sleep," Frodo mumbled, his eyes nearly shutting. "I ate some breakfast. I thought that would help, but…"

"You want to go back to sleep," Sam said, feeling his forehead. "Your head's hot. How much sleep did you get?"

"Why do you ask?" Frodo asked, drowsiness entering his voice.

"How much sleep have you gotten?" Sam asked, repeating the question.

Frodo could hardly respond. He checked his clothes. He was still in his night clothes. Hadn't he taken the time to get dressed? Or wasn't he in the mood?

"Mr. Frodo, why don't you take the day off to sleep," Sam suggested, concerned for his master's lethargy. "Get some rest. Maybe when your feelin' better, then you can tell me about your dreams. I'll keep house."

Frodo yawned, long and loud. Maybe sleep was the best idea. He stood up and started walking, nearly tripping over his own two feet. He was grateful Sam was there to help him settle back down in his bed again. Very quickly, just after he closed his eyes, he was back in the dream world, with no end in sight and no leaving it anytime soon…

Frodo stood up. He was on a reddish-orange platform, outside amongst the tall green pine trees and a temple made out of stone, that was very elegant for its time. He was back on Tython. He did it. He didn't know how he did, but somehow, he was back and carrying a green lightsaber. He guessed he could do this, but how could he succeed at becoming a Jedi?

"Frodo," it was Anakin, approaching him after climbing up a set of long rectangular stairs, "I see you've returned." He pointed to the lightsaber. "Put that away. The council wishes to meet with you. A matter too drastic and not one for both our ears to hear."

"Anakin," Frodo said, pressing the button that made the green beam collapse into the silver hilt, "Who are you as a Jedi?"

Anakin faced him slowly. "I am a Jedi, but neither light nor dark. I am a Grey Jedi, one who seeks out balance in the Force." He smirked. "Much has changed since I've lived as a Jedi Knight, then Sith Lord and back to becoming a Jedi. Now come. It is very important that you come to this meeting."

Frodo followed without question. However, even as he reached the inside of the building, there was a large spherical plate moving above a lighted pod. It made him wonder, next to the elegant stone stairs and the building itself that it was like he was meant to be here. In haste, he moved with Anakin up the stairs and into a large chamber, complete with several elegant cushioned chairs amidst a large stone table. There was Bastila, waiting for him.

"Ah yes, the hobbit we sent for," Bastila said, her voice eased. "Frodo Baggins, it is an honor to have you with us. An assignment has come up, one we know you will take on."

"I'm ready. Tell me what I have to do," Frodo said, agreeing to the wishes.

"You dare not ask questions?" Anakin was surprised. "Asking questions is important for any given assignment."

"Patience Anakin. I see there are a few lessons you need to learn as well," Bastila said, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Forgive me, master," Anakin bowed, patting his hand on Frodo's shoulder. "This matter is for your ears. I'll just leave…"

"Wait a moment," Bastila said, raising a hand, "This mission requires you as well."

"Whatever for?" Frodo asked, confused. "Master?"

"Indeed," Bastila spoke up, chuckling a little. "Your mission is this and it will grant you access into the archives. Find out what is happening to the other worlds. More details will be given in the archives, in the library next door. You are to meet with Sora, Donald and Goofy in Traverse Town. Take our Jedi Defender ship with you. You'll need it where you're heading. Good luck and may the Force be with you."

Frodo hardly caught a glimpse of Anakin bowing, before he left the chamber. Not knowing was the worst, and Bastila hadn't given him that much details on the mission. All he knew was to head into the archives, but the archives were so large and made up of holologs in a blue light. It wasn't what he was used to and… oh, there was the mission! He found it! Now he just needed to read it to himself.

Mission Log:

1. Sora has met with Donald and Goofy. Their mission is to fight the Heartless: shadow creatures that feed on hearts of living beings.

This is not your mission.

Your mission: Meet up with Sora, Donald and Goofy. Learn their ways. Then find a way to defeat the villains, attempting to thwart Sora, Donald and Goofy from their mission. Use caution and whatever weapons you can find.

End of Mission Log. . .

Frodo logged out of the holobook, setting it back on the shelf. He didn't understand… this was his mission? His insides shook with horror. He wasn't a murderer, but facing villains was something he wasn't used to. Was he truly ready for this task?

"Are you ready?" Anakin asked, pulling the hobbit away from the archives. "Come on. I'll take you to the Defender. It isn't my ship, but it's useful."

"What's the Defender look like?" Frodo asked, the moment they had left by shuttle to the orbital station. The ride there made him feel nauseous. He wanted a place to sit, somewhere safe. Anywhere, but… hey, his fever was gone, if only for a moment. There was an elegant red plated ship, built for space travel. He couldn't wait to pilot this ship… no. Anakin took his spot and he was in the cockpit.

"All right. Off to Traverse Town," Anakin said, punching in the coordinates.

"Do you think Sora, Donald and Goofy will be there?" Frodo asked him, curious.

"Of course. They wouldn't abandon their mission," Anakin said, his attention more focused on piloting the ship.

"Right," Frodo said, wondering then and there if this trip really was worth his time and re-entering the dream world in the manner he had come in.

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