Frodo's Worst Nightmare
Chapter 2: The Sailing Plans and Dreams of Evil

Note: This chapter will contain Xen-Arwen bashing, it will be part of the next bad dream. As I should explain, I like both the book and movie, but I pretend that Arwen never did rescue Frodo in the film version. This fic will go by the book and the nightmares make fun of the movie parts that were different from the book. I decided to write another chapter to my fic because I got a few good reviews. It won't sound funny at first, but it will be great later on. This time, the fun really builds! **giggles**

Frodo walked down the halls of Bag End from his room to the kitchen. There, he saw Sam and Rosie having their tea time at the table. As Frodo walked in, Sam looked at him, smiling.

"How was your rest, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked.

"Scary," Frodo replied.

"A bad dream I'll wager?"

"More like a nightmare." Frodo rubbed the weariness from his blue eyes.

"You look a little weak from your rest, Master Baggins," said Rosie. "Maybe a little bit of tea will help?"

"Thanks Rosie." Frodo sat down as Rosie poured some tea for him.

"Are you feeling better sir?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Frodo replied after he sipped his tea. "I think by tomorrow this illness will pass away, but that won't end. I will just become ill again after a while."

"That is serious." Sam scratched his chin. "If the Elvin magic wasn't fading away, there would be a cure."

Frodo sighed. "True, I might have to sail to the undying lands if I don't want to be effected by the old wounds." When Frodo saw a sign of sadness in Sam's eyes, he looked down at the hand where one finger was missing.

"Do you really plan on doing that?"

"Maybe, Sam. I might wait to make my final decision on that." Frodo looked at Sam and Rose, who were gazing back silently. He drank more of his tea and said nothing. For the rest of the day, Frodo was in the study, writing down notes for Bilbo's Red Book.

Later that night, after Sam and Rosie went to bed, Frodo collapsed on his bed, spreading his arms and legs out. He stared up at the ceiling, his mind racing through what memories he had about his nightmares. Feeling tired, Frodo removed his over vest and tunic and slipped under the blankets. He looked at the small scar on his left shoulder, the cold stinging was fading off after killing him so badly. After staring at his scar, Frodo closed his wide blue eyes, he slept and he dreamed.

Frodo opened his eyes to see he was riding a large, white horse. He was wrapped up in his coat and cloak, the hood over his head. He was riding at the Ford!

"Hold on, Frodo," a soft voice of a woman said, "we'll be there!"

"What the?" Frodo turned his head to see Arwen behind him on the horse. "Arwen! What are you doing here? I thought Glorfindel helped me!"

"I have no clue what you're talking about," she replied. "Hold on, there are Ring wraiths chasing us!"

"Ring wraiths?! The War of the Ring is over! All the Ring wraiths are dead!" Frodo looked at the surroundings, the he saw black cloaked riders on black horses coming up beside the white horse. "Never mind."

The white horse leaped across the river and turned around. On the opposite side, nine black riders on nine black horses came to stop and glared back at Frodo and Arwen.

"Give him to us!" the riders whispered.

Arwen drew out her blade, "If you want him, come and claim him!"

The riders looked at each other, the leader drew out its sword and reflected the sunlight at the sky. Frodo heard a loud roar, then he saw the Balrogess from Moria fly over the trees. The female demon landed on Frodo's side of the river, the horse reared up on its hind legs in fright. Frodo gripped the smoke grey mane, fearing that he would fall off as Arwen tried to take control of the horse.

'This cannot be,' Frodo's thoughts cried. 'Balrogs don't come out in the day!'

The Balrogess towered over the white horse and its riders, hot saliva dripped from her jaws. Frodo gazed up to see the look of hunger on the Balrogess' face. Arwen pointed her blade at the Balrogess but she was swiped off the horse by a large claw. The Balrogess battered Arwen around like a rag doll, Frodo watched in horror as Arwen disappeared into the Balrogess' mouth. The female demon burped after she gobbled down her meal, coughed up the Elvin blade, and she flew off.

"BY THE VALAR!" Frodo screamed. "YOU KILLED ARWEN!" Cackles from the riders touched Frodo's ears, then he saw that he and the white horse were surrounded by Nazgul.

"Remove the hood of your cloak!" The leader demanded.

"You remove yours!" Frodo argued.

"You first!"

"No, you first!"

"At the same time!" The leader gave a signal to the others, and they all pulled back their hoods as Frodo removed his. Frodo looked at the riders to see that they were all human girls. The leader was the same girl who was in the white room from Frodo's second dream.

"You!" Frodo cried.

"Oh, so you remember me!" The lead girl, Drakena, squealed. "I guess I should tell you how I'm causing hell for you. Very well, I get to control your nightmares whenever you become ill. I really have lots of fun with you!"

Frodo shivered, "Does that lady Balrog serve you?"

"Yes, Malture can be very playful at times, but she is handy."

"What do you want with me? I'm just a hobbit!"

"Oh meijhana, we don't want to hurt you! Now get off your mount."

Frodo's pale face burned red with anger. "Forget it, I'm not doing what you say. Most of all, I don't understand the word you called me."

"Playing tough, eh? Then we'll have to force you." The girls got off their horses and pulled Frodo off his mount.

"Take your hands off me you witches!" Frodo hissed. He struggled but there were too many girls grabbing his arms.

"Behave now," Drakena warned, "you don't want Malture comming back here."

"Alright, I'll behave! Just quit pinching!"

"You want us to quit pinching? Then we'll tickle attack!" The girls ran their fingers very quickly on the back of Frodo's neck, under his arms, and the bottom of his feet.

"Stop it, please!" Frodo begged as he laughed. "I can't take it!" Frodo laughed so hard from the tickling, tears dripped out of his eyes.

"Should we stop? I think he's had enough," one girl said.

"Not yet," another replied. "He looks cute this way!" They all giggled.

"What's so funny about this?" Frodo asked.

"Shansu," Drakena said in a bittersweet tone. "We are just driving you mad."

"You're evil! EVIL!" Frodo tried to fight his way to escape, but the black cloaked girls had a good grip on him.

"Evil! Evil!" Frodo rolled around, fighting imaginary girls, then a warm hand touched his cold arm.

"Mr. Frodo wake up," Sam's voice whispered. "You were having a nightmare!" Frodo opened his blue eyes and looked into Sam's brown eyes.

"Oh Samwise," Frodo whimpered. "It was so horrible, these girls were attacking me and a Balrog killed Arwen!" He wrapped his arms around Sam's waist. "I was so scared!"

"Peace, Frodo. It's alright, you're safe. Nothing shall harm you." Samwise held Frodo tight, keeping his friend calm. He looked at Rosie standing at the doorway, holding an oil lamp.

"Is Master Frodo alright?" Rosie asked. "He sounded very frightened."

"He's fine now, he just had a bad dream." Sam noticed that Frodo had no shirt on. "My goodness, Frodo's so cold."

Rosie set the lamp down on the night table and removed her night shawl from her shoulders. "Here, this will keep him warm." She handed her shawl to Sam and he wrapped it around Frodo.

Frodo smiled slightly, "My thanks for your comforts. It was such a horrible dream."

Sam stroked that dark curls on Frodo's head, "Don't think about it, you just get warm."

"Yes, Sam. I'll try."

"Lie down and rest, Rose and I will be here if those dreams bother you." Sam smiled and tucked Frodo in like a mother would to a child. "We're here Frodo, don't you worry."

Frodo smiled back and nodded. He closed his eyes and slept off into a dream again.

He was lying still, feeling all weary and tired. Frodo's blue eyes searched around his dark room, he was alone. He searched every shadow until some movement in the darkness caught his eye. A tall figure in a black cloak walked toward the end of his bed. Frodo shuddered as he saw Ring wraith staring at him.

The Ring wraith's cloak was removed to reveal the young girl. "Hello, meijhana," she said. "Nice to see you."

"Get away from me," Frodo hissed. "I no longer want to be bothered by you!"

"Oh, but I enjoy bothering you!"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Frodo snapped out of dream to find himself awake in the mourning.

"Did you have a nightmare again?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Frodo replied.

"Was it horrible?"

"Scary."

Sam laughed, "Must of been bad, but that is over and done with. 'Tis mourning now, Rose is making breakfast, I'll let you get up and dressed for the day." The gardener walked out of the room, leaving Frodo alone.

'I made it through yesterday!' Frodo told himself. 'Those nightmares are over!' He got up, dressed and he dashed out of his room to the kitchen where Sam and Rose waited for him.

~The End

End Note: So I was mean to poor Frodo there, so bite me if I use cruelty for my own pleasure. The strange language I used was the Old Tongue (c) Jennifer Roberson. Yes, the Balrogess has a name, and she was useful to bash the movie Arwen. Give me a review! Thank you! ;)