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Frodo awoke the next morning in a soft bed, his head hurting and feeling like rats were housing inside his very skull.
"Ughhh, where am I?" Frodo rubbed his head hoping the pain would fade.
"You are in the realm of the Lady of the Mind. I am Follin, her servant" "Shall I fetch something for you? Maybe a spot of Elven tea, biscuits, or perhaps some wonderful chocolates?" Follin offered some treats for quite a long time before a soft voice stopped Follin in his sentence.
"Follin, give our young Frodo Baggins some room. He has suffered much, and I am sure he would desire some rest and peace." A woman stepped out of the dim light, her face covered by her lilac cloak. She slowly revealed her appearance, and Frodo's jaw practically dropped to the marble floor.
"Yes My Lady!" Follin quickly scampered out of the room leaving the she-elf alone with Frodo.
Frodo began to sweat. 'What will happen to me. Please don't let me die!' Frodo thought. As nervous as he was, the she-elf's voice was very soothing, and it quickly calmed him down. His sweating ceased when the elf began to speak once again.
"You must be exhausted," the she-elf said while fiddling with a plant that hung along the four poster bed. " My name is Shamira and I've been watching you for many days, Frodo Baggins."
The voice sounded very familiar to Frodo. 'Where have I heard that voice before!?" Frodo thought for a few seconds before deciding that he had no idea. "Excuse me, but have we met?" Frodo questioned without any hesitation.
Shamira glanced up from the plant she was twirling her fingers around and spoke quite softly. "No we haven't, but you may know this. You will not win!"
Frodo leaped back at Shamira's shriek. Suddenly, he remembered her voice. It was the woman speaking in all of his dreams. 'I know her, but how did she get into my mind.' Frodo wondered.
"I'm terribly sorry for my action. Frodo, we brought you here for one reason and one reason only." Frodo didn't feel like listening to Shamira's reasons, but her beauty and hypnotizing eyes allowed Frodo to stay in focus.
"Frodo, I told you to turn back, stay away from danger, but you disobeyed me. Why do you feel so strongly on wanting to destroy the ring! The ring is not your burden!"
"I do what I must My Lady, and that is to do good, and no one, including you can stop me!" Frodo remarked with a yelp.
"Brave and strong you are. Some hobbits get slaughter for bravery, but you are truly unique."
Frodo awoke the next morning in a soft bed, his head hurting and feeling like rats were housing inside his very skull.
"Ughhh, where am I?" Frodo rubbed his head hoping the pain would fade.
"You are in the realm of the Lady of the Mind. I am Follin, her servant" "Shall I fetch something for you? Maybe a spot of Elven tea, biscuits, or perhaps some wonderful chocolates?" Follin offered some treats for quite a long time before a soft voice stopped Follin in his sentence.
"Follin, give our young Frodo Baggins some room. He has suffered much, and I am sure he would desire some rest and peace." A woman stepped out of the dim light, her face covered by her lilac cloak. She slowly revealed her appearance, and Frodo's jaw practically dropped to the marble floor.
"Yes My Lady!" Follin quickly scampered out of the room leaving the she-elf alone with Frodo.
Frodo began to sweat. 'What will happen to me. Please don't let me die!' Frodo thought. As nervous as he was, the she-elf's voice was very soothing, and it quickly calmed him down. His sweating ceased when the elf began to speak once again.
"You must be exhausted," the she-elf said while fiddling with a plant that hung along the four poster bed. " My name is Shamira and I've been watching you for many days, Frodo Baggins."
The voice sounded very familiar to Frodo. 'Where have I heard that voice before!?" Frodo thought for a few seconds before deciding that he had no idea. "Excuse me, but have we met?" Frodo questioned without any hesitation.
Shamira glanced up from the plant she was twirling her fingers around and spoke quite softly. "No we haven't, but you may know this. You will not win!"
Frodo leaped back at Shamira's shriek. Suddenly, he remembered her voice. It was the woman speaking in all of his dreams. 'I know her, but how did she get into my mind.' Frodo wondered.
"I'm terribly sorry for my action. Frodo, we brought you here for one reason and one reason only." Frodo didn't feel like listening to Shamira's reasons, but her beauty and hypnotizing eyes allowed Frodo to stay in focus.
"Frodo, I told you to turn back, stay away from danger, but you disobeyed me. Why do you feel so strongly on wanting to destroy the ring! The ring is not your burden!"
"I do what I must My Lady, and that is to do good, and no one, including you can stop me!" Frodo remarked with a yelp.
"Brave and strong you are. Some hobbits get slaughter for bravery, but you are truly unique."