Sorry for the long delay. I was updating my other fanfics. Enjoy! :)

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The moment Frodo fled through the portal with Parker and Syrena, his first thought upon leaving the portal was amazement and confusion over such a massive city on a cliff face. It was so industrialized and new that it made Frodo's head spin. The streets were made from metal, there were speeder bikes zooming in every direction, there were so many shops and buildings in this city, as well as a grand stone castle standing in the centermost part of the city. Frodo couldn't find a way of not re-familiarize himself with this location.

It truly was a splendid city to be in. Of course, Frodo couldn't account for the various iridescent bubbles leading to various places, including one large bubble showing a castle by the lake and a forest next to it. A red train entered the station towards the castle by the lake, confusing Frodo.

Wait. Was this castle Hogwarts? How did he know that?

"Come on! I think it's time we went inside the castle," Parker said, cheerily.

"Why?" Frodo asked, confused.

Syrena looked at him, worriedly. "It's for your coronation. It's time you took your place as the First Base's king. It's what you wanted, remember?"

"I did? I don't know," Frodo shook his head, feeling more memories resurfacing. This couldn't be! What was he doing? "This doesn't make sense! How could I be a king? I'm only a hobbit!"

"It's a long story. Turen's here, too," Parker said with a sigh. He really hoped Frodo remembered everything by now. Was Frodo's mind wipe so massive that he forgot everything that happened in the past?

"He is?" Frodo asked, confused. He blinked a few times, memories flashing before his eyes. All those memories he lost… he thought he remembered them all, but here, in this city, they were far more intense. He remembered shapeshifting into more than one creature. He remembered Seraphina… wait. Were there two Seraphinas? Who was the other Seraphina? And why was she a key player in all of this?

He collapsed on the metal ground, lost in his own thoughts.

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Parker waited in the hospital room, observing Frodo's sleeping form. It had been two days since Frodo collapsed and already the gentle-hobbit's world was shaken. The nurses and doctors at First Base, this city, had been kind to them, offering them a room where Frodo recovered from his major memory wipe. Parker didn't know how long Frodo would have before he remembered everything that went on in the past.

Aslan should have informed him sooner what was going on, but where was the Great Lion these days? Did he just flee again after helping Parker and Frodo escape Azkaban? Now, with Frodo remembering past experiences, it seemed like Parker should have been informed about his amnesia sooner.

This was the worst episode Frodo had yet. What was Parker thinking when he brought Frodo back to First Base?

He looked up at the brunette-haired woman, Seraphina, wearing a tan shirt and dark brown pants, as she joined him in Frodo's room. The look on her face was grave. Did she know something about the situation Frodo was under?

"He hasn't recovered yet? This is his worst episode yet!" Seraphina said in annoyance.

"I figured as much," Parker said, nodding.

"He shouldn't have come back. We don't need another king, spoiling our plans. Why do you think Frodo was sent into a coma in the first place? He knows what he has to do here!" Seraphina spat. "What he's seen!" She huffed, annoyed by the whole matter. "If my family tree weren't as bloody as yours, then none of this would happen."

Parker looked at her in regret. Why was she here? "Look, if you've come to give me a lecture on how our family tree works, then you've got another thing coming." He huffed in return. "You're as bad as Jine was all those centuries ago. Even worse, she scarred me. I still have those scars."

"Well, I'm sorry!" Seraphina said, shrewdly. She looked at Parker, apologizing in a calmer tone, "I'm sorry. I should learn to be kinder in the future. I'm too agitated right now."

"I know. I'm sorry," Parker said, accepting her apology. He looked at Frodo, wondering, "What are we supposed to do for him now? There must be something we can do!"

"We'll explain everything when he awakens," Seraphina said, leaving the room.

"Do you think he'll understand?" Parker asked, facing her. "I mean, this is our fault, right?"

Seraphina shook her head. "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. You're not the only one who did this to him in the first place."

"Actually, I'm starting to think it was my fault," Parker said, gazing at Frodo now with concerned eyes. "I was responsible for protecting Frodo. This is all my fault."

"It's not!" Seraphina said, concerned about him. "Don't blame yourself."

"But I should," Parker said with a sigh. "I'm starting to wonder why this happened to him in the first place."

"Well, you should try to get some sleep. I'll see you later," Seraphina said, leaving the room.

"Yeah, maybe I should," Parker said, softly. He looked at Frodo, wondering what else he could do for him. He just hoped it was enough.

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Frodo walked in a barren landscape with dead trees and a brownish grey, cloudy sky. The clouds were dark and he couldn't see much of the landscape. The sun was setting, with bright red and pale gold colors looming over the horizon.

What was he getting himself into? What did he do?

This is your fault! Maranguan's voice protruded inside his head.

Frodo collapsed on the rocky ground, clutching his stomach. He didn't feel right. He didn't want to be here. Why was Maranguan talking to him in the first place?

"I'm not listening to you!" Frodo cried in terror, even though it was tempting to listen to the evil dragonoid. He was responsible for this, wasn't he?

You can't blame me! You did this to yourself! Maranguan hissed, causing Frodo to cover his ears and lay on the ground, trying hard not to let the evil inside himself burst. He couldn't take this anymore! He needed to leave this place, before Maranguan seeped into his heart. Maranguan spoke harshly in his thoughts once again, louder this time and menacingly, I'll get you, Frodo Baggins! And when I do, this game will be up. You wait and see.

Maranguan vanished, leaving Frodo's head throbbing.

This was the last thing the gentle-hobbit wanted. Maranguan returning? No! It couldn't be true! It couldn't! Why was Frodo hurting inside? What did he do wrong? Whatever he did, he knew it was more than an armory being destroyed. This was… this was serious.

Oh, where was Parker Dooley when Frodo needed him? Oh Parker, where are you?