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 references.

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Samwise Gamgee awoke, caught in a daze. This sandy-haired hobbit found himself dressed in tan prisoner's clothes. He looked around him, surprised to see he was laying on a bench, with sandy floor at the bottom. The cell bars were open and they were square. Oh no! What befuddlement did ol' Sam get himself into this time?

Sam rushed for the cell bars, keen on opening the cell door and finding his way out of here. Luckily, Sam saw that the dungeon was open, with torchlights and open cells, even a dark hallway loomed in the distance. Hopefully, that ol' Stinker wasn't around. Sam would teach him a lesson that hideous creature would never forget!

Oh no! There was Stinker, makin' his way towards him. Sam would get him! After he got out of this cage!

Only Smeagol laughed his head off. He smiled, giddy as a school boy. "Ohhh! Smeagol's got his revenge on Samwise Gamgee now. The fat hobbit doesn't realize what he's gotten himself into. Or did Samwise Gamgee forget that he was the one who helped Smeagol, long ago?" Smeagol laughed, delighted.

Sam rattled his cells' bars, hopeful that would make them open. "I'll get 'im! I'll get you for this, Stinker! Just wait and see!"

"Why?" Smeagol asked, loving playing riddles with him. "Master Frodo Baggins escapes his cell with great pride! Pride that can only mean compassion for the villains! Smeagol trusts Master, more than he did during our first quest together. But Sam! Ohh! Sam needs to learn lesson, too, or be trapped in his cage for all eternity. Now, Smeagol wouldn't want that to happen, would he?" Smeagol laughed in triumph.

Sam fussed with the cell bars. The moment he had them open, they closed back up, leaving Sam frustrated. Sam didn't need to learn a lesson, not on how Smeagol was already a Stinker. Sam couldn't reason how the creature could be saved. Smeagol deserved to die, alongside the Ring. He—

—the effort didn't work. Sam's cell only kept him confined.

Smeagol looked at the poor hobbit with great delight in his eyes. "What's the matter? You think your ways towards villains works down here? Think about where you are? The Underground Prison!" Smeagol spoke about the prison with such harshness and delight. He smiled, enjoying this game. "The villains won't let you go. No, they won't! You'll be stuck down here until you learn to make peace with us, with me! Oh yes, you will."

Sam shook the cell bars again, hating the creature. "I will never forgive you! You can rot with that Ring!"

"Oh, cruel hobbit. Can he not see where he is now? Oh yes, he will," Smeagol said, feeling like he was freed and Sam was the prisoner. "Until Sam learns to make peace with me and the villains, until he no longer wants to fight us, then Smeagol will see to it that Darth Freya lets you go. If she senses your old habits—and this prison is smart—it will not let you leave."

Smeagol laughed, triumphing. "Goodbye! And remember what Master did for Smeagol! You may be freed yet!" He ran off, kicking his feet in the air.

Sam couldn't believe this. He was stuck. Was his wife, Rosie Cotton, down here? Was anyone he knew down here? What sort of a prison was this?

.

Rosie opened her eyes. To her surprise, she found herself trapped inside a cell. The cell's bars showed her a hallway, a dark hallway, where only guards walked around. She had no idea what was going on, or what villains put her in this cage! She looked at her clothes, finding she was wearing blue skimpy clothes. Prisoner's clothes.

She sighed, knowing this was unfair! Whichever villain was responsible for this… this… treachery would be dealt with! She would see to that all right!

As soon as she got her bearings, Rosie made her way towards her cell door. She banged on it a couple of times, hopeful someone would hear her. But all the guards did was laugh, picking on her. Ooh, how she hated this! She was a popular girl—eh, a popular woman. She knew how to be an adult. She knew how to handle this crowd.

Persuasion ought to work just fine.

She turned to one of the guards, telling him, "Excuse me, sir. I would like to get out of this cage. If you could help me, that would be great!"

The guard laughed. "Madam, do you know where you are?" Rosie shook her head. The guard laughed harder. "You're in the Underground Prison. You have to make peace with the villains and your enemies, before you can be set free. It's that simple."

"Sam would never see to that!" Rosie exclaimed.

The guard chuckled. "What about you? Do you want to be stuck in this cell forever? Sometimes, it's better to make peace with the villains than not at all. I thought you'd learned that by now." He walked away, cackling.

Rosie found herself seated on the stone floor, in tears. It was just as she expected it to be: harsh and cold. Did she really have to make peace with her enemies? She shrugged. Well, making peace with her enemies was a lot better than fighting them.

Well, Rosie knew this. She also knew that outsmarting her enemies was also the best medicine. That's how she knew her enemies got thrown off… wait. What?

The guards! They vanished! And the cell door… it opened. Rosie looked at the door in interest. Yes, well even she knew she was a quick learner. This was only another situation.

Outsmarting enemies was the best idea. Why didn't she think of that?

"Well, I'd best find Sam, before he…" she looked on at a woman with dark brunette hair and blue-green eyes. This woman wore a revealing red dress. The woman clapped joyously.

"You are a quick learner! I'm surprised that Frodo and Bethany didn't learn these lessons as quickly as you did. They suffered, but I say they're all right," the woman smiled, extending her hand. "I'm sorry. Darth Freya. And don't worry. I'm not that mean… well, I do have villainous moments. But then, most people don't get how this prison operates. Some things are more of an illusion."

Rosie took her hand, surprised to see Darth Freya moved her down the dungeon. "Darth Freya. I'm Rosie Cotton, at your service." She curtsied, hoping that was enough.

Darth Freya waved her hand, doing her best to pull Rosie back up on her feet, "Oh, there's no need for that. You're safe. As for your husband, Samwise Gamgee, well… his blindness is costing him his freedom."

"Oh. Well, what do you want me to do?" Rosie asked.

Darth Freya stopped and looked at her, "Remember how you escaped your cell. Sometimes it's better to make peace with our enemies than to fight them. But, sometimes, outsmarting your enemies is the best medicine. That's how any of you heroes are ever going to flee these cells, let alone this prison." Freya tapped a comforting hand against Rosie's hand.

Freya stopped before Sam's cell, leaving Rosie stand before it. "Go on. You can't free him. He needs to do that on his own. But any sort of convincing words works wonders. I'll tell Frodo and Bethany the news… when I see them. Good luck!" Freya walked away, cackling.

Rosie watched Freya wander off.

Freya had a point. Making peace with villains was one matter, but outsmarting them was another. If it worked for Rosie, it could work for Sam.

Rosie huffed, delighted to see Darth Freya leave the dungeon. The wooden door creaked shut, leaving Rosie alone with her husband. Rosie turned towards Sam, seeing the pain in his eyes.

"I can't leave my cell," Sam said, feeling horrendous. He looked up at Rosie, knowing it was hopeless. "I heard Darth Freya talk to you. Make peace with the villains or outsmart them. That's what she said. How? How do I get out of this?"

Rosie sat down on a wooden bench, her hand keeping hold of an iron cell bar. She murmured loudly to Sam, "I can get you out of here. I know you want your revenge on Gollum. Are you sure it's a double personality?"

Sam's eyes widened. Anger festered in his heart. Ooh, he wanted to make Smeagol pay. That Stinker… thinkin' he could get away. Sam shook his head. He wanted revenge on that Stinker and Slinker! They'd both pay!

Rosie looked at Sam in interest, asking him, "Sam, what do you really want to do? You know that creature has to pay. We can outsmart him, if you're with me."

Sam gulped. "He loves riddles, Rosie."

Rosie shrugged, delight in her eyes. "Then that's what we'll do."

Sam gasped. He looked at her, telling her, "You mean, we can get back at those Stinkers and Slinkers, once and for all?"

Rosie nodded, smiling at him. "I think, at this point, we've been down here long enough." She winked, gesturing for him to follow her to the cell door. "I can get you out of here. Come on. Let's get rid of Smeagol and that Gollum creature."

"I'm right there with you," Sam said, pressing his hands against the cell door's bars. He fought back against the cell door for a good couple of minutes. He looked at Rosie, wondering why it wasn't working! Hmm. Maybe pushing the door open might do the trick.

The door pried open, giving Sam the chance to escape. He chuckled, checking either side of the dungeon. To his surprise, none of the guards were around.

Perfect. Just what he needed.

He jumped. The cell door rattled, its bars giving off a metallic noise. Sam rushed out of his cell, keeping hold of the cell door until it slammed towards the cell's doorway. Sam released the cell door just inches from the door bashing into the cell's doorway. He received a reddish-pinkish cut, which fortunately didn't bleed too much.

He was grateful when Rosie set him down, finding a first aid kit on the ground. In her haste, Rosie took out one of the gauze pads, dabbing the cut with the pad. She was fortunate to find the first aid kit, as if it was meant to be there. She looked at Sam, smiling at him as she cleansed the wound, working her way to bandaging the wound with a white rolled gauze.

The moment she put the first aid kit away, the used gauze pad vanished, as did the first aid kit. Sam smiled, glad that was over. He felt a little woozy afterwards.

He huffed, staying with Rosie and planting an arm around her shoulders. He smiled at her, saying, "You're a good wife. I hope you know that."

Rosie smirked. "Better than Frodo and Bethany?"

"Hmm!" Sam breathed. He smirked, chuckling as he held onto her, wishing it was just him and her. "Their day of comeuppance will come. And then, Mr. Frodo will come to us, begging us for an apology. And, you know what I'll say? I'll say, 'Mr. Frodo, you should have listened to me about Gollum. You should have never trusted 'im. You should have never married Bethany to begin with!' It was foolish of him to go to her, instead of me. It was foolish of him to go off and trust that Gollum! I'll see to it that Mr. Frodo never steps outside the Shire again! That's a promise!"

Rosie rested her head against Sam's shoulder. She smiled, saying to him, "I love you. And don't worry, Sam. I'll see to it that Bethany learns her place in the Shire. If she truly wants to be with Mr. Frodo's wife, then she needs to learn how to be one. That's a promise!"

Sam sighed, rubbing her shoulder some more. "I look forward to it." He shrugged, telling Rosie, "Who knows? Maybe Miss Bethany will leave Mr. Frodo alone. He doesn't deserve her."

Rosie looked up, telling him, "Hmm. Neither do you." She rested her head against Sam's shoulder, closing her eyes as Sam rubbed her shoulder. It was a peaceful time. What could possibly go wrong?