And it was only going to get better.
Frodo looked up at the huge tower that stood before him, his friends, and his guides. The tower had red walls and the sign said it was a hotel. But Frodo had to think twice about this particular ride. He already had his doubts that this would be a pleasant experience, meant to calm people down.
"Come on!" Mickey said, leading the group closer to the tower.
"Um… is this a friendly ride? Is there a ride in this… hotel?" Frodo asked, curiously.
"Well, it's a ride, but I wouldn't say that it's all happiness in there. Some of its scary! Now, come on! We don't want to be late!" Mickey said, leading the group inside the hotel.
"See?" Sam said, curtly. "I knew it was a ride!"
"Come on, Sam. How bad can it be?" Rosie asked, joining Mickey inside the hotel.
"Afraid of drops, Baggins?" Anakin asked Frodo, smirking. "Come on, Frodo. What's a little drop going to hurt." He chuckled darkly, leading the way into the hotel.
It was a drop ride? Oh, Frodo wasn't too sure about this! And yet, he dared to follow his friends and his guides into the hotel, heading through the boiler room, where he spotted a service elevator with green doors. It was as if the elevator was calling to him to enter its dominion. Frodo looked on at his friends and his guides, joining them inside a large room with metal walls, punctured with circular openings.
Ohhh, this did not look good!
Luckily, he had a seatbelt on to keep him secured. He sat between Sam and Rosie, while Anakin and Mickey sat on either side of them, as if to protect them from the drops ahead.
"You are about to enter the fifth dimension!" a masculine, grim voice said, laughing maniacally.
Frodo didn't know what was going on! All the lights went off. Strange ghosts appearing and disappearing through electricity. Then the elevator rising up towards the top of the hotel, and then dropping out of nowhere! He screamed, jumping, even though he didn't leave his seat, as the ride continued to lift up and drop a few more times.
He laughed, finding the drops so thrilling. What was he afraid of in the first place? Here the elevator went again for one last lift and drop. His stomach turned, as did his heart, but he didn't vomit. No. Instead, he was all right. Just a little jolted. Sam, however, did not look so good. In fact, he looked queasy.
As soon as the ride ended and Sam managed to get his seatbelt off, he ran into the nearest bathroom and vomited in one of the toilets. Frodo joined him in the bathroom, waiting until Sam was out of the stall and over by the sinks. The color had returned to Sam's face, letting Frodo know he was all right now.
"Are you alright?" Frodo asked Sam, calmly.
"That was worse than Star Tours! Why did you make me go on this ride?" Sam asked, terrified.
"Well, it's not for everyone," Frodo said, surprised he was taking this so well. He grinned. "Personally, I need a little fright every now and then. Reminded me that everything will be all right in the end." He patted Sam's back, trying to encourage him to go on. "Come on. Do you think we can survive this trip for another couple of days?"
Sam nodded, managing to find his toothbrush in his pack to rinse his mouth out. Frodo smiled, waiting until Sam had cleaned up before they met up with Rosie, Anakin, and Mickey, who were already at the hotel's shop.
Frodo sighed, happy to see that Sam was recovering well and looking better with each passing minute.
It made the day go by a lot faster. At least in Frodo's mind. Now, they could enjoy the cool evening breeze, while it lasted.
