Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

Warning! This chapter is Rated M for sensual content and intense, disturbing scenes.

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Bethany twiddled her thumbs. The last time she had been to Bilbo's house… no, she couldn't remember ever visiting this place. It was the last place she expected to be. And yet, here she was, embarking on the next stage of her journey.

She wasn't home. She couldn't go back. Only forward.

She turned to Frodo, right as Bilbo passed to them their breakfast. Seeing him so happy… it was the greatest gift she could have received. Hmm… did Frodo even have a mischievous streak?

"Frodo?" Bethany asked her husband, curiosity killing her.

"Hmm? Yes, my love? What is it?" Frodo asked her.

"Do you have a mischievous streak? I'm curious," Bethany asked.

"Hmm… what makes you ask that, Beatrice," Frodo said, rubbing her waist. Bethany gasped, her breathing heavy as Frodo massaged her waist, using both his hands to massage her. Bethany wanted to breathe, but she found herself closing her eyes, lost in his embrace.

Bethany turned around and faced him. Her hand automatically rested on the back of his head. He took her hand, caressing it as they looked into each other's eyes, falling for their embrace. Frodo moved his hand under Bethany's shirt, feeling her fair skin brush against his fingers.

For a moment, the world was theirs… until it was broken by Bilbo's "Ahem!" Bethany gasped, turning around to face Bilbo. She hated the moment was broken, but there she was, with Frodo and embarrassing herself, too.

Frodo closed his mouth, gulping as if his world was shattered. He stared at his uncle, realizing how inappropriate he and Bethany had been making themselves. Frodo broke away, standing next to his Bethany as he tried to recompose himself.

"If you must be frisky, do it in the bedroom," Bilbo told them.

"We're sorry, uncle," Frodo said, smirking. He was surprised to see Bilbo's happy expression. "What?"

Bilbo sighed, eating his food and drinking his milk, as well as his orange juice. "I remember when I was a younger lad. Bah! I would love to have a love like the way you two share. You're not afraid to fall in love, not even in public."

"Well, maybe we wanted to announce our love to the public," Bethany said, pleased. "I mean, why not?"

Bilbo chuckled. "If only you could do it under more appropriate standards."

Bethany chuckled. "Bilbo."

Bilbo told her, getting her attention, "Well, you should eat, before your food gets cold."

Frodo smiled, telling Bethany, "He's right. We—" His thoughts were interrupted. The sound of clanking metal drew closer. He looked out at the spacious living room. Something didn't feel right. "Uncle, I thought the knights' statues wouldn't come here. I'll be back!"

"Frodo, please eat," Bilbo said, stopping his nephew from taking another step.

Frodo looked out, stunned the knights' statues disappeared. He nodded, eating his breakfast down. His brow furrowed. His food had a strange taste, and yet, he ate five bites of eggs. It was too good, but it made him feel dizzy. "Uncle—whoa!" He collapsed, taking Bethany with him by her waist.

"Frodo—whoo!" Bethany sighed, feeling so sleepy. "Frodo." She collapsed in Frodo's arms, sleep overcoming her.

Frodo looked up at Bilbo, asking him, "Bilbo, what did you—?" Frodo asked, dizziness and sleep overwhelming him. He turned to his uncle. Bilbo transformed to a queen wearing black-and-purple robes. She wore a crown on her head, while a black cowl covered her head and neck.

It was the Evil Queen. Queen Grimhilde. She smirked at Frodo and Bethany, watching them fall asleep. "You're mine now. You and Bethany Baggins are mine." She patted Frodo's head, as he felt dizzy. "Hmm… you should sleep. That's right. Sleep. It's all your good for."

"What are you—whoo?" Frodo nodded off. The last thing he remembered was Queen Grimhilde laughing, before she grabbed him and took him away. He came to, as did Bethany, the moment they were with Maleficent. Maleficent carried Bethany, as Queen Grimhilde picked up Frodo, carrying him down to the basement. A new portal opened up in the basement closet, showing a forested land with dark clouds rolling in.

"Come. We've arrived," Queen Grimhilde said, smiling at Frodo.

"And not a moment too soon. Jareth will be waiting. We'd better hurry," Maleficent said, sighing as she remembered Jareth.

Queen Grimhilde sneered, telling her, "My, my, Maleficent, you and Jareth would make a wonderful couple."

"Oh, I know," Maleficent chuckled. "But first, we'd better take these two to see their Uncle Bilbo, and their friends, whom I'm sure they miss."

"What are you—eh!" Frodo grumbled, feeling his strength draining.

"Oh, you won't remember a thing after we get down there. Believe me, you won't." Queen Grimhilde said, making her way through the portal and heading towards a spiky obsidian tower, where a woman who looked like Sandria Wolff awaited them. It was Darth Freya, and she wore a silky black dress, which flowed down her shoulders and her gown down to her feet.

Darth Freya smiled upon seeing them, "Well, it's about time! I would have thought, after all the trouble of getting here, that we would have a run in with that dog, that Dalmatian Jane Leeway and her Saint Bernard husband Braxton. They're here, of course, and under my care. But ah! I see you've found Frodo Baggins and his wife. They'll make a lovely pair of fools."

Frodo's eyes slit open. He looked at Darth Freya, pointing a finger at her, "You—You can't be here." He closed his eyes, his head fall limp against Queen Grimhilde's arm.

Darth Freya petted Frodo's hair, telling him, "My, your hair is soft. Shame you'll be experiencing a world of hurt in a minute." She looked up, telling Queen Grimhilde and Maleficent, "Let's take these two to the Underground Prison. And keep them in separate cells. If their love proves to be true, then we'll test them." She smiled, loving this game they were playing.

"Hmm. And if their love proves to be false?" Maleficent asked.

"Well, then we have our beasts in the abyss to deal with," Darth Freya said, gesturing towards the Underground Prison, a cavernous region not far from the tower. "Come on. Let's go. This way."

"Do you think they'll be happy when they awaken?" Maleficent asked Queen Grimhilde, looking at her in intrigue.

Queen Grimhilde shrugged, sighing as she said, "No, but I expect this will prove their love to us. If not, then the Characters' War commences. And believe me, this War is not something for the feint of heart. It will test us all."

"Hmm. Didn't this War begin with the Shadow Squad?" Maleficent said.

"Why yes, it did. By all accounts, it did," Queen Grimhilde said, as they and Darth Freya made their way into the cave tunnel.

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Frodo awoke in a disheveled state. He looked down at his clothes, finding they were changed into a tan shirt which revealed his chest and tan pants, which looked like the pants could be torn off at any time. He sighed, leaning up against the pole from which he was tied to by cords. What did he do to deserve this?

He looked around, finding he was in a sand pit with orange sand surrounding him. There were torchlights along the grey stone walls. A wide opening with iron bars surrounded the cell in a wide square. Beyond his cell was a hallway at one end of the room and an opening to his left, leading into a dining area. There was also another cell to his right, where a woman dressed in black skimpy clothes was taken out of the cell and led down the hallway.

Frodo sighed, wondering how he gotten himself into this mess. His muddled mind took minutes to remind himself what had happened. The woman he saw in the skimpy black clothes looked to be his wife, but she was taken further and further away from him. He sighed in defeat, realizing even his wife couldn't save him. Then who could help him out?

He looked up as a group of women entered his cell. These women wore white togas and seemed rather alluring. A thought crept into his mind. These were nymphs, but… why were they putting their hands all over him? He sighed, entranced by them and their beauty.

"I have a… a wife. It's… ahh!" He whimpered softly, as one of the women brushed against his chest. Frodo leaned his head back against the pole, feeling uncomfortable about the whole scene. He winced the moment one of the nymphs unbuttoned his shirt, feeling his chest. "Eh… please don't. Please."

"Where's your wife?" one of the brunette-red haired women asked him in a smooth voice. She leaned against his ear, biting it as she said, "Your wife wouldn't be pleased with us being here, would she?"

"Ah!" Frodo sighed, as the brunette-red haired woman released his ear. Frodo huffed, doing his best to keep calm. He turned to the woman who bit his ear, telling her, "I have a wife. I can't do this. I can't. Ahh!" Frodo moved a little away from the blonde-haired nymph playing with his right leg. He turned and faced the brunette-red haired nymph, who placed her hand against his cheek. "What do you want? Don't!" He closed his eyes, right as the brunette-red haired nymph kissed him on the lips.

Frodo was too uncomfortable that he couldn't stand it. He wanted his Bethany. He craved her. He'd rather be with her than with these nymphs. Nothing felt right here. Although he wouldn't have minded this experience when he wasn't married, but now, it just felt awful.

The moment the brunette-red haired nymph released him, Frodo told her, "Please. I have to find my wife. I just…"

The nymph kissed him on the lips a second time. She told him, "I'm sure she'll be along. Now, where were we?"

"Huh?" Frodo murmured, unsure how to react.

The cell door opened, distracting the nymphs, including the nymph that kissed Frodo. Frodo stayed on full alert, right as a bunch of hooded men entered his cell. The hooded men and their leader gestured for the nymphs to leave Frodo's cell.

The hooded men's leader said to the nymphs, "It's your time now to deal with Frodo Baggins' wife. We'll take care of Frodo. Your part is over."

"For now," the blonde-haired nymph said with a chuckle.

Frodo chuckled back guiltily, "You would think so." He sighed, grateful that was over. He looked at the hooded men as the nymphs left his cell. He told the hooded men, chuckling merrily, "You have no idea how uncomfortable that was. I'm never gonna look at nymphs the same way again."

His smile faded as he stared at the hooded men. All of the hooded men were circling around him. This couldn't be good, even when the hooded men's leader approached him.

"You didn't come here to save me, did you?" Frodo asked the hooded men's leader, his chuckle fading. "Um… well…" he grunted, feeling the cords in an effort to break free. He looked up at the hooded men's leader, telling him, "Let me out of here. Get me free! Come on!"

The hooded men's leader shook his head. "Not before we test you."

"Huh?" Frodo mumbled, staring up at him in desperation. "Let me go! Please? Let me go." Tears streamed down his face. As if facing nymphs wasn't enough. Something bad was about to happen. He could feel it.

The hooded men's leader snapped his fingers. He told the other hooded men, "Free him and then unclothe him. The Queen has a special treat for you."

"What? No!" Frodo cried, even as the cords were taken off him. "No, no. Eh." He rushed towards one hooded man, only to be thrown backwards against the pole. He darted around to another hooded man who stopped him, even as his shirt was taken off. He fought back against the hooded men, as they took off his pants. He collapsed on the sandy floor, feeling exposed. He didn't want to look up, even as a red beam of light impaled him, forcing him off the ground and disappearing into its shroud of bright red light.

The hooded men smirked, saying, "He's not going to remember a thing. Where were we?"

One of the hooded men held opened a hardbound book, which he read the spell inside. The other hooded men looked up, pointing to the opposite cell, where the red beam of light reappeared, with Frodo reappearing and collapsing on the floor on his stomach, wearing a black vest and black pants.

Frodo looked up and around, stunned by what he saw. Only seconds ago, he had been naked. Or was it hours? He hardly knew. All he knew was that he couldn't stand whatever the hooded men and the nymphs did to him. He looked up and around, as he rushed towards the cell's bars.

"Ahh!" he moved back, unable to cling to the bars as they burned the palms of his hands. The burning sensation stopped the moment he released the bars. Oh, he was trapped now! Wait. Why was he trapped? "Where's my wife?" He received no answer. He ran towards the cell's bars, asking them, "Where is she?"

The hooded men laughed, telling him, "Oh, we have a special treat for your wife." They left the cell Frodo had been in, laughing their heads off.

Frodo looked at them in disbelief. "No. Nooo! No, you can't do this!" He ran towards one of the cell bars, clinging to the bars in an effort to stop them. The bars hurt, burning him again, and leaving a white light piercing through them. Only his hands weren't literally burned. They stung, which surprised him. He didn't care. He just wanted to find his wife and get out of here. "No, you can't! Please. Please?! Where is she?" He sighed, whimpering as he said in a murmur, "Where is she? She's not here, is she?" He sagged against the cell's bars, unsure what else to do.

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Bethany was thrown into a dark prison cell. There was a barred wall on one long end, while the opposite wall was made from grey stone walls. The air was chilly, aside from green torchlight, which gave off an eerie pale green to dark emerald green light. All around her were skeletons lined up against the walls, their shields decorated with emblems and symbols, representing the armies they joined when they were alive.

Bethany looked at the wooden cell door as it closed, leaving Bethany alone and in the cold, with skeletons as her only companions.

She sighed, resting her hands against her bare arms. Her skimpy black clothes didn't help much with warmth, leaving her pretty much chilled to the bone.

She looked up, telling the guard as he closed her cell door, "Wait. You can't just leave me in here. Frodo! Frodo, come back here! Frodo!"

"Your boyfriend will have to deal with things himself. He was in your cell, the last we heard. Now, he's on his own, the same as you," the guard goaded, laughing as he closed the door's barred window's silver lid, leaving her alone and frightened.

"Wait. No, you can't leave me here by myself! Come on! Frodo! Frodo?" Bethany cried, sitting by herself. Claustrophobia entranced her entire being. Already, she felt hopeless. Fear drove her to the very core, shaking her up, making her tremble.

No! She couldn't do this alone!

She clasped her ears, doing her best to shake off loneliness, but to no avail. The solitude would have to stay her friend, and she hated that. She hated feeling alone.

The cell door creaked open, drawing her attention to it. She looked up, trembling, as two guards showed up, alarming her senses and making her quake.

"What do you want? I thought I was going to be alone," Bethany said, confused.

"Boss wants to see you. In fact, she has a little present for you," one of the guards, dressed in silver and black armor, with a red dragon symbol shown on his armor's chest, chuckled.

Bethany shook her head. "No, I won't accept gifts today."

The guard smirked. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice. Come on!" He grabbed Bethany by the hair, dragging her outside her cell as the door closed behind them.

"Let go!" Bethany cried, as the guard took her into a room where three men awaited her. "Let go! Eh!" She was thrown forward by the guard, who grabbed her shirt, before she was pulled to the ground.

"You're in our care now," the guard chuckled, sitting her down on a chair.

Bethany glowered, furious with him.

"Let's go," the guard said, as he and the other guards made their way out of the room. Bethany chuckled; grateful the guard had left. She feared what she would do if that guard had returned. She didn't know why, but she could feel a fiery breath coming to her hands. It was almost as if she had magic.

What was this?

Bethany looked up, her fury still in her heart. That fury dissipated at the sight of the men. As the light came up, Bethany looked at them. She recognized these men. One was a dark-haired lion with a bad boy expression on his face. It was Kovu. Her heart filled with joy at the sight of seeing Kovu in this room, along with a Jedi wearing dark robes and a black leather tabard strapped over his shoulders. She guessed from this Jedi's brunette mullet hair that this was Anakin Skywalker. Then there was the other man with the tan skin and wearing a purple vest and white breeches.

Bethany's heart soared, feeling as though it would leap from her chest if she let it. Oh, she wanted more than anything to be with them. But Frodo… oh, what would Frodo say if he saw her with her crushes? Would he be angry? Would he be delighted?

She couldn't do this. This felt wrong. And yet, she wanted to be with her crushes! Why was that her weakness?

She looked at a magic mirror as he announced the men in the room. "Bachelor Number One is a lion with a Dark Side. He's fought Simba and defeated his mother Zira. Meet Kovu!"

"Hello Bethany," Kovu said to Bethany, smirking at her.

"Hey," Bethany said, swooning.

The magic mirror continued. "Bachelor Number Two also fought the Dark Side and won. He's traveled through time to be here and here he is. Meet Anakin Skywalker!"

Anakin waved at Bethany, leaving her feeling breathless, "Hello Bethany. How are you? Do you remember me?"

Bethany nodded, feeling her heart about ready to burst, "Hey. Of course, I remember. How could I be so stupid?"

Anakin smirked, "You're not stupid."

"I'm not?" Bethany asked, curiously.

Anakin shook his head. "No, of course not. Why would you be?"

The magic mirror continued. "Bachelor Number Three has been to Agrabah and even met Gilgamesh and God. Here he is. Meet Aladdin!"

"Hey Bethany. You probably don't remember me," Aladdin said, waving to Bethany.

All right, this wasn't fair! Why was she with her crushes? Bethany thought she was going to lose it. This was too much. Why was she seeing colors? Where was Frodo? Did he forget about her?

"I should go. I don't…" Bethany looked back, only to see guards blocking her path. "Oh," Bethany's smile faded, her trance broken. She really needed to find Frodo. "I should leave. I have to find Frodo!"

"Frodo?" the magic mirror asked her. "Whose Frodo?"

Bethany looked back at the mirror, telling it, "Whose Frodo? Why Frodo, he… aren't we allowed to talk about Frodo in here?"

"Well, look at these bachelors. Surely, one of these bachelors is meant for you," the magic mirror stated, as Aladdin, Anakin Skywalker, and Kovu stared at Bethany. The magic mirror continued, trying to distract Bethany. "Don't you want to get to know them first, before you make your decision?"

"I have to find Frodo," Bethany said, determined. "He's the only one meant for me."

"Well, that's not true, is it Anakin?" Aladdin asked Anakin, curiously.

Anakin shook his head. "Doesn't ring a bell."

Bethany sombered. "But I have to find him. He…"

"It's time to go." The guard said, picking Bethany up and leading her back to the cell door. "I really thought these men are for you. Now, tell me who Frodo is."

"Oh, he's a great man—a great hobbit. He's from Middle-earth. Middle-earth is filled with elves, dwarves, hobbits, men, women, children, and wizards. It's…" she turned around, as soon as she was in her cell. The guard walked away, closing the cell door behind him.

Bethany's heart sank. She only covered the surface of what she knew about Middle-earth. The guard… whether he was interested in learning about Middle-earth seemed void. He just wanted to put her inside her cell. She sank to the floor, lost in her own thoughts.

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Frodo kept his hands pressed against the iron bars. In a way, he wanted to stay there, to spend eternity there, wondering, hoping his wife cared about him. A tear fought to slide down his cheek. He closed his eyes, allowing the tear to fall.

He could feel his wife enjoying herself. And nearly forgetting him! Her regret filled his heart. She was going through a different kind of torture, but they both meant the same thing: the Evil Queen, wanted to separate them, to keep them apart, to prove their love to each other.

His was torture, but Bethany's torture was her weakness: her crushes. He grimaced. It was no different than him. The way the nymphs moved, touched him, unbuttoned his shirt. He didn't know, but he couldn't stop thinking about them, and the nymph that kissed him.

That was the worst part. He was in Bethany's position. It was torture, but… he couldn't bring himself to say it. To think that he may have enjoyed it, even though it was awkward. Even though it was uncomfortable.

Oh, what was wrong with him? Why did he like it? Was it his darkness coming out to play? This was awful! He did the exact same thing that even Bethany was going through, but it was different. What was going on? Why did they like this kind of torture? It was awful! It was… so awful.

He pressed his forehead against the cell bars. He couldn't take this. He wanted to leave this cell, to find his wife, and maybe those nymphs. Could he even resist their beauty? Their beauty? Yes, that was what he was tempted by. Beauty. That was one of his weaknesses. It was how he fell in love with Bethany, or maybe it was more than that. No, he felt sure it was her beauty that drew him in.

Oh, where were those nymphs? Why did he want them? He sighed. This was all wrong. He knew it was. Oh, what was he to do now?

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References:

Queen Grimhilde, the Evil Queen, comes from "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs". Jareth, the Goblin King, comes from the movie, "Labyrinth". Kovu comes from "The Lion King II: Simba's Pride". Aladdin comes from the movie, "Aladdin". Anakin Skywalker comes from "Star Wars". The magic mirror comes from "Shrek". God comes from The Bible. Gilgamesh comes from The Epic of Gilgamesh.