Here is the rewritten version for Chapter 4.

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Amee made her way down the hallway. The rounded walls and ceiling made her feel alive, more at home. She dearly wished she could stay here, but then there was Frodo. He looked so miserable. Was it because of her? Had she known there was something wrong with her that she didn't pick up? Maybe she would find him in the library, if there was one.

The second door to the left was ajar. It was plain oak and huge. The door creaked at her touch, reminding her of the times her parents' doors creaked open, as if there was a ghost standing nearby. She wouldn't let no ghost haunt her thoughts. Silently, she entered the next room. She gasped in delight. This was a library, filled with an assortment of books on various bookcases. The bookcases were large, small and round. And there, sitting in one corner was Frodo, deep in thought and in his red hardcover book. She moved quietly next to him, grabbing a book on the shelf.

"Frodo," Amee said, curtly.

Frodo glanced up at her, stunned to see her. "Amee." He returned his gaze to his book. She couldn't take this.

"Frodo, I have a confession to make. It's about you," she said, her words rambling. She watched Frodo, waiting for him to move. He did, gazing into her eyes.

"Go on," he said, setting his book down.

"This is going to sound awkward, but you know about my voices." She waited for him to speak. He didn't. She continued, "What if I told you that one of those voices was you? Is you? I know that sounds strange. I was Sam's fan up until I turned six. I took off a year from 'The Lord of the Rings', but when I turned twelve, I developed an affection towards you. I also developed a crush on you when I was seven. But you were a character back then. I didn't understand, until now, what those feelings meant. I thought…"

Frodo didn't say anything. He stood up and left the library, taking his book with him. Amee looked on, wondering what she did wrong. She knew he was going through a lot… or maybe she was asking too much from him. Then again, what did she know? Her thoughts shut down the second she gazed at one of the hardbound books, titled The Ugly Duckling.

"What is this doing here?" Amee muttered, picking up the book. A page fell out with inked handwriting on the front and back. Curious. She read the page to herself. "'To My Love, Wherever I Can Find Her: Years have torn apart my life, my existence. I thought at last my heart from free from falling in love. I have my friends with me. They are dear to my heart and I wouldn't abandon them.

"'Sam is wed and has children. I am proud for him and his achievements. I dare say that is quite unexpected of me to say this, but I am jealous. I do know that he and Rosie have taken my advice and named at least five of their children from what my foresight told them to name them. I do hope Sam is doing well. I miss him. He's my best friend and nothing further from the truth.

"'To my lover, I can only say that you will be missed. I know you were put into the mental hospital. I look my last upon the hope that you'll leave and find safety among those who trust you. Not only that, but may you find peace and that one day we will be reunited at last. I know I've spoken to you by thought through Galadriel's mirror. How I'm able to feel you, speak to you is another question. One I have yet to solve.

"'Do not fear for what the future holds. I look my last upon you and, should we be reunited in flesh and bone, spirit too, then let us hope that it is a good future. Otherwise, you have my condolences in whatever choices you make. Yours Truly and Forever Always, Frodo Baggins.'"

"What are you doing?" Frodo asked, startling her from her reading. He pointed to the letter. "Who asked you to find that? Where did you get it?"

"It was in 'The Ugly Duckling' book," Amee said, unable to stop him from snatching the letter from him. "Frodo, you never said anything about meeting me and falling in love. So, you did communicate with me at home."

Frodo stared at the letter, and then to her. "It's a promise, to know that you're the one I've been seeking."

"And have you found me at last?" Amee asked, curious.

"I don't know," Frodo said, serious. He admitted, quizzical, "You need to rest. Recuperate. Recover. Anything to help you. You—" His voice broke off. There was a voice in the air. Amee heard it, too. It sounded like her own.

"What was that?" Amee asked, facing him. "Frodo, do you know what that voice is?"

"A memory," Frodo pointed out. "Broken thoughts and voices in the air. Now that we're together, any conversation we might have had… well. It's in the air now, wandering. Just like us." He paused. He told her a few seconds later. "Listen, you were in my stuff."

"I know. I'm sorry," Amee apologized, truthfully.

"Look. Next time, ask me before you do anything," Frodo said, serious. Before Amee had the chance to say anything further, Frodo was gone.

"I'm sorry I bothered you," she said, not knowing what to do. Regretfully, she meandered out of the library, hoping to catch Frodo in his tracks. By the time she came out into the hallway, Frodo had disappeared down the next corner. She was alone, but for how long? She did not know the answer to that question.