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Warning! This chapter is Rated M for sensual content and dark, intense images.

Frodo waved at Scar-ra, shooing her away without complaint. He tried to warn her about her sister, but even that didn't work out. And now, Scar-ra was gone and Frodo was still in Ronnie Baggins' kingdom, with Elijah Molvaro serving as the High King of the Land of Talking Animals.

Frodo could hardly believe Scar-ra had fled, but she did. And now, what could he do? He could only think of one answer: seducing Bethany. He smirked, feeling attracted to her. He returned his gaze to Bethany, as soon as Scar-ra had left.

Frodo pulled Bethany in fast, sniffing her hair's fragrant scent. Ahh! She smelled wonderful. He leaned his head towards her neck, sinking his teeth into the side of her neck, and drinking a bit of her blood. All at once, their vampirism returned, leaving them both caught up in ecstasy.

Frodo soon stopped drinking her blood. Moving his mouth away from her throat, Frodo kissed the wound, allowing it to heal. He moved Bethany up against a wall, kissing her fondly, while massaging her breasts. He caressed her, wanted her. It was enough that he picked her up and carried her to their bedroom, where sleep engulfed them.

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Frodo didn't know how long he'd been asleep. The world seemed crystal clear. He looked at Bethany, kissing her temple, as he made his way out of bed and away from his dearly beloved wife.

"I'll miss you. Goodbye, Bethany," Frodo said, taking his leave of their bedroom, as sleep overwhelmed his wife.

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Frodo reached the hallway, closing the doors behind him. He rested his back against the doors, laughing to himself, for he hadn't expected this to happen. He smirked, feeling his lips with his fingers, embracing this moment.

A steady rattling sound made Frodo's eyes return to their bright blue hobbit color. "What the hell?" Frodo asked, knowing he was speaking in the modern tongue, but he didn't care. He just heard a sound and followed his nose.

At last, he found the nomadic Shadow People, messing around in one of the crate rooms. Just looking at them made Frodo quiver.

"Can I help you?" Frodo asked the Shadow People, right as they circled him.

"You want to learn from us, don't you?" the Shadow People asked, in unison, stunning the hobbit. "We can teach you."

"You—You will teach me?" Frodo asked, curiously. He gulped, doing his best to look keen on this affair.

The Shadow People nodded. Oh, how they lurked in the shadows, leaving Frodo speechless. Oh, how he wanted to learn from them. Maybe that would help build his confidence up.

"We can," the Shadow People answered, approaching him and pressing a steady hand against his forehead.

Frodo choked. The images that appeared to him gave him strength, enough to remember this lesson. He remembered how fictional characters did it! Always lurking in the shadows, doing subtle things to their lovers.

It was one thing to believe how natural it was. It was another lesson he could teach Bethany… but it was in this moment that the Shadow People retracted, leaving him with lessons he hardly remembered.

Frodo looked up, his breath calm now. He asked, "What did you do to me?"

"Someone's calling you," the Shadow People said in hushed voices. "A witch, no doubt, or a wizard. The transformation has begun. You have now learned your lesson, taught to you before you left your books."

"What?" Frodo asked, cautious.

The Shadow People nodded, disappearing into the shadows. "You have the lesson stored in your mind. Take care, Frodo Baggins. Good luck!"

"Wait! That's it? Remembrance is the key?" Frodo asked, realizing that was the lesson.

Frodo sighed, understanding. Now he knew how to lurk in the shadows. He cackled, wanting to go back to his beloved! If he couldn't teach her this lesson, then maybe Parker Dooley and his wife Eliza…

…nooo! Frodo would see to it that Parker and Eliza paid for walking away! They would pay! His vampirism set in, but so did something else.

It was a new being, orcish. Frodo coughed several times, landing on the floor and watching his hand turn orcish. He gazed up at a mirror, watching himself transform into an orc.

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Bethany awoke, stunned to find she was alone. She could feel Frodo's presence. At least, he was following her around, his presence.

But where was Frodo? Did he not come back to bed?

"Frodo? Frodo?! Frodo!" Bethany zipped out of bed, finding Frodo in the crate room. She couldn't believe it! He was turning into an orc! "Frodo! Frodo, wait! Frodo, come back!"

It was too late. The door to the crate room slammed shut, leaving Bethany with the door locked. She banged on the door's wooden surface, but to no avail.

She looked up at Elijah Molvaro, who approached her. They tried bursting the door open, but to nothing. Whatever witch or wizard cast the charm; Frodo was trapped.

Elijah shook his head. He said, "Well, we'll be lucky if he doesn't jump through a portal…"

Bang! Bang!

A flash of white light transformed in the crate room. Elijah clicked his fingers, for he hadn't expected this affair.

"Darn it! We're too late!" Elijah said, resting a hand against her back. Elijah huffed, saying to her, "Don't worry. We'll find him. He can't have gone far."

Bethany licked her lips. She was thirsty.

"What?" Elijah asked, cautious.

"I need some water. The vampirism came back, for Frodo and me," Bethany said, parched. "Isn't there something we can do? I only feel like drinking Frodo's blood now. Only Frodo's blood."

Elijah sighed, "That's good. At least, some part of yourself didn't leave you." He nodded, taking her hand and leading her to the kitchen. "Come on. We'll get you that water."

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Frodo looked up. His memories, even his name, were erased from his mind. He was amnesiac, not knowing if this was going to be a pattern.

He looked around, as the door opened and an orc approached. Frodo had a new identity. He was Baynor, a new recruit with capabilities the likes of which one hadn't seen before.

Baynor looked up at the orc advancing towards him. It was Shagrat, the Orc from Cirith Ungol. He was waiting for him to arrive.

"Welcome, young blood," Shagrat said, smirking at him.

References:

Shagrat comes from J.R.R. Tolkien's book trilogy, The Lord of the Rings.