Frodo was dreaming, and in his dream, everything was dark and gray, and in slow motion. But there was something else. Someone, or rather, something, in his mind, was speaking in strange tongue, making it impossible for Frodo to understand what it was saying. But somehow, Frodo felt as though it was calling him. It hit him like one of the many books in his Uncle Bilbo's study. It was the Necromancer. He felt it's eye, searching for him. Or had Sauron already found him? He did not know. Suddenly, he felt the power weaver a bit, and knew something was happening. Feeling disturbed, he tried to wake up. Whatever was happening, he did not want to be caught in a dream.

He slowly began to open his eyes, sleep still trying to claim him.

What he saw next disturbed him almost as much as his dream had.

Denethor, the mighty Steward of Gondor himself, stood in front of him, his face inches from Frodo's, to his discomfort. His eyes, once blue, seemed red in the dark, and the worst part was, they weren't fixed on Frodo, but instead on the powerful golden ring around his neck.

"For something so small...it holds so much power," Denethor whispered, reaching for the Ring.

Grabbing the Ring with one hand, Frodo veered to the side with a gasp, almost falling out of the bed in the process. As he rolled, he swore he heard the sound of metal, but not until he was completely stopped did he see none other then Samwise Gamgee holding a dagger (sword to him), to the Denethor's chest.

"Are you okay, Master Frodo?" Sam asked, not taking his eyes off Denethor, who's small percentage of sanity was beginning to return.

Who am I kidding? Denethor has no sanity!

Frodo looked around the room for other people, only to see Merry and Pippin in the corner, silently watching; half scared, half curious.

"I'm fine, Sam," he muttered, turning back to Denethor.

"What were you doing in my room whilst I was asleep?!"

"I am so sorry, ," Denethor murmured, still looking at the Ring. "But that Ring is really powerful, do you not think you should give it to someone who could actually use it properly?"

Frodo just stared at him, unsure if insulting a man of such high status was such a good idea.

"Get out," Sam commanded, his voice steady as it could be in a situation like this.

Denethor stared at him for a moment, as if deciding if he was above taking orders from lowly hobbits or not. Finally, he began to back out of the room.

"Fine, but if you change your mind, I am always here, Frodo," he said as he left.

0o0

Breakfast that morning was awkward, as you can imagine, and with the events that had awaited him earlier, Frodo was a little too eager to leave Gondor, and by the looks of things, Gandalf wanted nothing more then to be free of the negativity of Denethor. And so that very morning they set out again with fresh supplies, planning to go past the River Snowbourne and find a way to go along Anduin River. How? No one really knew, but as Gimli assured them, it would be easier then defeating Smaug. Which was...well, debatable.

0o0

"You know what I wish for, Pip?"

"What?" Pippin asked, nearly falling in the River Snowbourne for the weight of his backpack.

"I wish for nothing more then some ale," Merry sighed, looking off in the distance.

"Perhaps when we get back we can find some ladies and drink some ale," Pippin suggested.

"Me? With a lady? That is crazy."

"Not really, you seem like quite the ladies man."

"If you two are done," Gimli interrupted. "I'd like to discuss the matter of us going along the River Anduin."

"I thought there was nothing to discuss," Legolas responded. "I thought you would handle it since it was your brilliant idea," he flashed a smile at the dwarf.

"Cheeky tree-huger," Gimli muttered, causing Legolas' smile to grow.

"We could go to Rohan," Tauriel suggested from the back.

"We're too far away to double back," Aragorn stated.

"We could go to Lothlorien?" Boromir suggested.

"Too far away," Gandalf muttered.

"We could've asked my father," Boromir argued.

"He doesn't have any," Gandalf began to raise his voice. "And you know that better then anyone."

"Can we please not fight?" Frodo pipped up. "Can we not just figure this out when we get there?"

Everyone grumbled about the hobbits logic but they were tiered and decided to just go along with it.

And so the adventure was back on.

Hey guys, I am so so very sorry for not only ignoring fanfiction for a month or so, but for also leaving you guys with a cliffhanger. Surprisingly not a single person in the reviews thought it was Denethor, which leads me to another thing. Last chapter I somehow thought his name was Anathor which is my bad. *coughs* Wikipedia. And I also for some other reason thought Boromir was from Rohan, which is also my mistake. So sorry about that, I always get Gondor and Rohan mixed up. Anyways, I will try my hardest to update more often and do bigger chapters but I've been really busy this summer so I can't make any promises. Until next time,

-Mallowbloom