Sorry for the delay. I was working on updating and finishing some of my fanfics. Enjoy! :)

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No! Frodo wandered across the barren landscape. The images… were they all his memories? Memories from the past? He knew this coma world shared some memories he didn't recall witnessing. Were there parts of his life that he did not know or understand? And what of the Shire? What of his friends? Did he know who they were?

He looked at the same mysterious hobbit who came out of the shadows, Roger was his name, revealing himself in a regal royal outfit. Roger laughed merrily at Frodo's bereavement, enjoying this immensely.

"What's wrong? Afraid you'll find something wicked out here in the shadows?" Roger asked, playfully.

"No! I mean, what do you know? Who are you?" Frodo asked Roger, cautious.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Roger and my past is connected to yours," Roger said, plainly.

Frodo shook his head, not understanding, "I don't understand. What happened to you? Why did I see that… cat? Jine?"

Roger sighed, telling him, "Because Jine's line and Parker's bloodline connected long ago, thanks to my marriage to Jine's descendant, Felicity. Much has changed. Much I didn't recall. Why are you with Seraphina?" He chuckled. "Then again, you should know that you and Seraphina are quite connected to the bloodline, if not distant from it and each other." He shrugged. "It happens, I suppose."

Frodo gulped. He didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean? Are Seraphina and I related?"

Roger laughed loudly. It was something Frodo missed.

"Well, if I am related to her, then I shouldn't be here. She shouldn't have kissed me!" Frodo complained, feeling sick to his stomach.

"Frodo, relax. Both your bloodline and Seraphina's bloodline separated a long time ago. You're not as related as you might think. It happens," Roger said, curtly.

Frodo shook his head. "You don't make this easy for me."

"Hey, I'm not the one who was betrothed to Pearl Took sometime in the future," Roger stated, making his point clear. He sighed, shaking his head, "Ah! Well, you have a life in the Shire, but you also have one in the second Seven Realms, where the First Base is still located. It's still in the Heart of the Land of Talking Animals, but how that came to be is another story." He smiled, curtly. "Anyway, I'll leave you to it. You enjoy your time with Seraphina!"

"No. Wait! Please?" Frodo called out to Roger, only to see he was gone. By the time he woke up, he stared at Seraphina in disgust.

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"You're related to me?" Frodo asked Seraphina, wondering why she kissed him.

Seraphina sighed. "Frodo, bloodlines sometimes part ways. Generations pass. It happens."

"You're related to me?" Frodo cried.

"Frodo!" Seraphina told him, plainly.

Frodo was still in the hospital room, only there were more flowers in his room. He looked up at a blue feminine dragonoid deposited another blue floor in his room, with a smile.

"For you," the blue feminine dragonoid said, stunning Parker. She sounded familiar. "To both of you, for help with your memories."

"Wait! Who are you?" Parker asked the blue feminine dragonoid, touching her hand. All at once, images flashed before his eyes. He remembered his past. He remembered Eliza, Roger, and the promise they made. He also recalled the blue feminine dragonoid was someone he knew. Was this typical of her to keep coming back to him? He released her, his memories foggy but slowly coming back. He asked, concerned, "It's you. My wife Eliza?"

"So you found me," Eliza said with a smirk.

"How?" Parker asked, concerned.

"Well, after my first reincarnation died, Aslan gave me a new form. I'll still need to learn to shapeshift," Eliza said with a warm-hearted smile. "I'm also a nurse, for the time being or until Frodo is released. I came here to help you both remember."

"Tell Seraphina to go. She'll have none of my company!" Frodo complained, glaring at Seraphina.

Seraphina sighed, staring at Frodo with disdain, "Look Frodo, I don't blame you for wanting to get me out of your life, but this won't cure you. Your memories are still foggy. There's more you'll need to know. And the doctors want to make sure you know your past, why you're here, ahead of time, anyway. So, what's there to worry about?"

"Why? What's it to you?" Frodo sneered at her.

Seraphina stared at him, wide-eyed and surprised. "Don't be so coy! As it turns out, this'll benefit you, may even help you out." She said, softly, "Don't worry. I won't leave you."

"Oh, the doctor wants you to get fresh air. Fresh air might do you some good for the time being," Eliza stated, coyly.

"Right. As long as it keeps me away from Seraphina," Frodo said, relaxing on his bed again, as his dinner were brought to him by another nurse. He looked up at the nurse, thanking her, before digging in. It was then that Parker did the same, as did Seraphina, only they went to the cafeteria to eat. Frodo looked up at Eliza, finding she was still with him. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I'm on my shift. Besides, dinner's ready and I'll wait until my shift is done, which should be in five minutes, before I go out to the cafeteria to eat," Eliza said, plainly. She paused, admitting to him, "Frodo, sometimes bloodlines part ways. It's happens. Seraphina looks like Jine and acts like her, true, but she's no more related to you than your kin are in the Shire. These things come to pass and we must accept them for the time being."

"It doesn't make me feel better," Frodo said, wondering why Seraphina kissed him.

Eliza sighed, reminding him, "You should get some sleep. I'll talk you later." She walked away, leaving Frodo wondering who else was related to him.