The France Pavilion had a lot of Parisian style rooftops, buildings, and an assortment of shops that Frodo found interesting. Of course, the first place he stopped was at the crepe shop. He was getting full again, so he decided to get a strawberry crepe with a sugary powder on top of the crepe. He also bought a cocktail in a cup. He hoped he would have enough room for dinner and supper, but he came to the conclusion that he would eat dinner and supper in the United Kingdom Pavilion and the Canada Pavilion, before he met up with Sam, Rosie, Merry, and Pippin again in Future World.

As he walked around, he picked up the sweet, rich flavors coming from the pastry shop, as well as spotting the unique fountain and green hedge maze lurking about the area. So far, he was lucky to spot a brunette-haired woman who went by the name of Belle, as well as her Beast, who growled in annoyance.

"What did I do to you, Beast?" Frodo asked, while eating his crepe.

"Just enjoy yourselves!" the Beast growled, letting out a great big roar.

"Beast, calm down!" the brunette-haired woman spoke up, calming the Beast.

"Oh, don't mind them," a blonde-haired woman spoke. She wore a pink dress, but the way she smiled at Frodo made his heart soar. "I'm Aurora, and that's Belle and her Beast."

"Yeah, I figured," Frodo said, finishing his crepe and dowsing some of his cocktail down.

"Oh, well, enjoy your stay," Aurora said, waving to him as Frodo searched for the bathroom. At last, he found it and stayed in there for a good couple of minutes, before leaving with a calmed down stomach.

"Now, where should I go next?" Frodo said, entering the pastry shop and getting a slice of the rich chocolatey cake. It tasted delightful, but he really needed to stop eating so much food before dinner. He finished his cake and explored the rest of the France Pavilion, stopping by the theater to see the Impressions of France show.

It was a really good show. He left the theater feeling better now, but his stomach was beckoning him to go to dinner. He observed more shops, even deciding to buy perfume with a rather fragrant rose scent, just in case he met a lass who might be interested in the perfume. Well, he decided to buy the rose perfume and the petunia fragrant perfume for Rosie, in an effort to give Rosie the time of her life while she stayed in Epcot. Of course, Sam would be grateful! So, it was worth the trip.

At last, he left the perfume store, spotting a rather interesting brunette-haired, blue-eyed hobbit lass wearing a blue dress, speaking with a couple of hobbitesses. He smiled, approaching the lass and handing her the rose perfume.

"For you," Frodo said, pleased.

"Thank you," the hobbit lass sprayed the perfume into the air, delighted by its scent. "Hmm. Rose flavored perfume. Thank you so much!" She walked off, but not before Frodo spotted her again. "You are very kind. I've seen you in the Shire. Maybe we can talk, after you get home. My name's Margaret. Margaret Bluebell."

"Frodo Baggins," Frodo said in introduction.

"Thank you for the gift, Frodo. I wish I could give something in return," Margaret said, finding a rose Belle gave her, which she passed to Frodo. "For you."

"Thank you," Frodo said, taking the flower, wondering what to do with it. He settled on stuffing the rose in his bag. What else was he going to do with it?

Belle informed him, as soon as Margaret left. "Well, I'm sure Mickey could arrange for you two to meet, but I'm afraid that won't be possible. Margaret's from my world, Frodo. She won't remember this meeting, but maybe the perfume will let her know and remind her of you."

"It's all right," Frodo said, sorrowfully. "It was just a passing fancy."

"I'm sorry," Belle said, concerned for him. "Will you be all right?"

Frodo nodded, not knowing what else to say. "I suppose. I'll see you later." He walked on, leaving the France Pavilion in a desolate state. He really wanted to meet Margaret, but how was he to do that? Hmm… well, he would think of something.

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The United Kingdom Pavilion was like home to Frodo. In a way, it was. The buildings reminded him most of Bree-town and the building that resembled a castle was unique in its own way. Frodo sighed, wondering what to do here. He made his way past the red telephone booth, finding himself face to face with a penguin wearing a red bowtie.

"Oh. Hi!" Frodo waved to the penguin, before walking away.

Now, where was he supposed to eat? There was the Rose and Crown Pub. It certainly looked a bit crowded, but not badly. He sighed, making his way inside the pub and finding himself reminded of the Green Dragon Inn and the Ivy Bush Inn at the village of Bywater.

He breathed in and out, deciding it was best to eat here. He sat down at an empty corner table, over by the window. He grabbed the menu and looked at it. Yup, they were all familiar foods, including biscuits. He looked up as the waiter approached his table, writing down his order, before taking his menu away.

Frodo looked out the window, moments into receiving a hearty glass of beer. Ah! He loved this beer! He wouldn't mind getting some ale, too, maybe for the road. Maybe he would reconsider. No, he wanted ale. One glass of beer and one cup of ale to lighten his spirits!

He sure was drinking a lot, but who cared? At least, he cared. Anyway, this pub was too good to pass up!

"Well, look whose back!" Margaret approached his table, sitting down and grabbing her order. "Thank you for the perfume."

"You're welcome," Frodo said, stunned to see her again. "I thought you were from the Shire or in Belle's World. Did you come during my time?"

"No," Margaret shushed him. "I came from an alternate universe. We're already dating in that universe." She looked at him, quizzical. "I'm sorry, but you're not my Frodo. I mean, you are my Frodo, but my Frodo is here somewhere in the pub."

"Whoo hoo!" Frodo's other self approached their table, donned in a black leather jacket. He smiled at Frodo, telling him promptly, "Well, I thought I'd see my better half here. How are you doing?"

"Is this a paradox?" Frodo asked, cautiously.

Frodo's other self laughed out loud. "No! If it were, then Mickey wouldn't have sent me." He turned to Margaret, telling her, "Whenever you're ready, we'll meet up with our friends over by the bar."

"Okay. I'm coming!" Margaret stood up, waving to Frodo. Frodo waved back, enthralled.

"You can't have her. She's mine," Frodo's other self replied with confidence.

"Then you must be lucky to have her," Frodo smiled, grateful their meeting did not end badly.

"Well, I've got to go. It was nice talking to you." Frodo's other self walked away, bumping into Peter Pan. "Oh, I'm sorry, Peter!"

"That's all right!" Peter Pan said, stunned and amazed to see Frodo. "Long time no see! You enjoying the parks?"

"Yes. You're here, too?" Frodo asked, giggling at the sight of Tinker Bell zipping around him.

"Yeah, it's just a place to eat. Well, you enjoy your stay!" Peter Pan flew off to another table, with Tinker Bell following him.

Frodo sighed. Well, at least it couldn't get any worse… No, Frodo was happy that he managed to get his order of ale in a cup, before leaving the pub with a full stomach. His dinner was good, but he didn't eat too much. He had to save some for the Canada Pavilion, where he hoped he could find the bear that Sam and Rosie mentioned, before the day was done. Oh boy! What else was he to do with the rest of his day?