Disclaimers: I do not own The Simarillion and The Lord of the Rings. The Silmarillion, The Lord of the Rings and other Middle-earth works belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, Peter Jackson, New Line Cinema, Warner Brothers, Turbine and Standing Stones Games. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material—original characters, original locations, etc.—belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

Inspiration Theme Music for Fanfic: Disney's film, "Prince of Persia" song, "I Remain".

Inspiration for Chapter 6: "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King". Frodo Baggins. "The Lord of the Rings Online" MMO—Massive Multiplayer Online—video game.

Warning! This chapter is Rated M for sensual content and swearing.

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From this point forward, I know Frodo does modern swearing in this fanfic. That's how he is. He's also done swearing in The Lord of the Rings books. So, maybe it's not any different from here. If other characters swear, then so be it.

That said, let's continue with the story. :)

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Frodo awoke holding his left breast under his shirt. He'd been dreaming of Beatrice. The dream led him to massaging his left breast, as if he was massaging her left breast. Frodo awoke, chuckling to himself.

"Another sensual dream," Frodo mumbled to himself as he slept. He opened his eyes, reaching out to the screen, where he could see Beatrice. He couldn't believe this! Beatrice was still watching him from the other side of the screen.

Frodo stretched forth his hands towards the screen, wanting more than anything to join her. "Just a little more… come on!" he screeched softly, wanting to reach out and touch her. But he couldn't. Beatrice was on the other side of the screen, clearly in a theater, watching him.

Oh, how he wanted to touch her, to feel her breasts in his. Just a little further… "Damn it!" Frodo cried, resting his head against the pillow, half-expecting to lose his beloved Beatrice.

Still, the screen was present in Frodo's bedroom. Beckoning him. Mocking him. Frodo gulped, wondering, "Why can't things be so easy? Why?" He waved his hands in the air, enraged by what he saw, what he felt.

Oh, how Frodo wanted this nightmare to end! Shame, the dream didn't end. He felt mocked. "Why can't things be easy?" he repeated, whimpering. What did he do wrong now?

"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked from the doorway to Frodo's bedroom. "Breakfast is on the table. We're meant to serve ourselves."

Frodo sighed. He looked at the screen again, sweat beading down his face. He turned his gaze towards the arched opening, leading into his sitting room. "I'm coming."

"Okay," Sam said, departing from the doorway.

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Frodo relaxed. After an intense dream, like the one he just had, he needed a break. Frodo sat up, still holding his left breast. He sighed, realizing he couldn't reach his beloved. It was as if the screen was playing tricks.

Frodo took a good hard look at his room. Blue carpet garnished the floors of his bedroom. His four-poster king-sized bed kept him from getting up. It was too comfortable not to think otherwise.

His four-poster bed had blue curtains flowing down from the wooden railing. Oh, how he loved it.

There was a dresser also in his room and a writing desk. The sitting room had a few furniture in it, including a table and chairs. There were even some bookcases with books and scrolls in the sitting room. Fireplaces stood in both rooms; their fires died down a long time ago.

Frodo sighed, wondering what he should do first. Breakfast sounded good, but he needed to find the bathroom first. And he did. He looked up, spotting the bathroom right across from his bedroom. His bathroom had all the needed essentials, including a bathtub. Frodo shook his head, rushing into the bathroom to do his business and wash his hands as well.

When Frodo was done in the bathroom, he took a good hard look at himself in the bathroom mirror. Yes, he still had the same fair elvish features, bright blue eyes, and lighter-than-usual skin. His nightgown was white and fitted him. Good. Just what he needed.

"Well, there's nothing for it," Frodo said to himself in the mirror.

His curly dark brown hair tussled in the mirror. Frodo peered over his shoulder, spotting a window close by. His bedroom and his bathroom had windows, while the sitting room's window was higher up. Frodo appreciated there were windows, but he feared someone would look in and see what he was doing. Fortunately, his bedroom, sitting room, and bathroom windows had curtains, giving him that much needed privacy.

Frodo sighed, ready to take on the world. "Well, here I go. But first, I should change." He left the bathroom, finding some nice clean clothes on his bedstand. He had yet to thank the maid for bringing him clothes, for she vanished before another word was spoken. Frodo observed the clothes for himself: his new clothes included a white dress shirt, a blue waistcoat, and royal blue breeches. Frodo appreciated the clothes, changing into them.

The clothes fitted him perfectly. He looked at himself again in the bathroom mirror, brushing his hair and his teeth. When he was all good to go, Frodo took one last look at the mirror, before proceeding. "Yes, Beatrice, I'm coming for you." He left his room, heading out into the hallway.

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The moment Frodo entered the dining room, the first thing he spotted was a pig roasting over a fire. Frodo assumed this pig would be eaten for lunch later. Frodo sighed, thinking it was better that he stayed out of the kitchen, where he saw the pig being roasted.

Frodo turned the corner, leaving the kitchen for the dining room, where an assortment of breakfast foods had been set out on all the dining room tables. The guests were eating breakfast in the guest house dining room. The Fellowship was already present, leaving Frodo to wonder where he could sit and grab some food.

"Oh, Mr. Frodo, over here!" Sam called, waving him over. Frodo sighed, laughing as he joined Sam, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Gimli, and Gandalf over by their table. Frodo sat down between Gandalf and Sam.

Frodo looked up at the waiter as he passed to him a bowl full of broth. Frodo sniffed the air, finding the broth was a better selection than solid foods right now. "Thank you," Frodo said, as the waiter left him alone.

Frodo looked at Sam, seeing he was eating broth, too. It was a liquid diet. Frodo sighed a second time, looking at the solid food in hopes he could eat some down. That's when an invisible hand grabbed his shoulders, forcing him back down to face his broth. Before Frodo could protest, he was directed by the hand to try the broth. Frodo sighed, agreeing with the spirit.

He dug into the broth, sipping it down with delight. "Mmm. This is good."

Gandalf chuckled, telling him, "Good. You learn quickly. It's going to take time for your body to adjust to solid foods."

Frodo chuckled. "Well, Sam and I did eat lembas bread. I don't think I can eat bread right now." He sipped down some of his broth, gagging a little. He calmed down, drinking some orange juice to keep his wits about him. He looked up at Gandalf once he stopped coughing. The wizard was worried. This much was so.

"You eat as much as you can, as slowly as you can. I imagine the trip to Mordor wasn't pleasant," Gandalf said.

Frodo shook his head. "Oh, trust me, it wasn't. It wasn't all rainbows and starfish."

Gandalf nodded. "Indeed."

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Frodo sighed, taking a seat on a bench. His hand returned to his left breast. Only this time, his hand hovered over his shirt. He pondered over the dream he had this morning. If there was a way he could see Beatrice, to bring her to him, he would. But how was he to accomplish this? Or did the Second and Third Timelines not matter to him?

What? Frodo's eyes widened at the revelation. The Second and Third Timelines? He remembered something about there being a Second and Third Timelines, but it had been so long ago He'd forgotten all about it. How could he have known this?

"Mr. Frodo, are you alright?" Sam asked, worriedly.

Frodo breathed. He looked up at Sam, asking him, "Sam, did you know we're in the Second and Third Timelines?"

"No!" Sam shook his head. "Mr. Frodo, what are you talking about? Come on. It's time to go to bed." He picked Frodo up, helping the poor hobbit get back to his guest room.

"But Sam, I'm sure…" Frodo's voice faded the moment Sam entered his room. The hobbit carried him in there, before departing. It was as if Sam didn't want to speak about the subject. Frodo looked at the open door, disdainful, "…okay. If that's what you want." He sighed, deciding what to do next. "I've got to get out of here." But how was he to get past Sam? That was a good question.

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Frodo waited a few minutes, before proceeding out into the hallway. So far, so good. Sam was moving away from his room. Now was his time! Frodo darted out into the hallway, rushing towards the door leading out of the guest house. Every step he took, his heart. He was almost at the door! Another few steps…

…Sam careened into him, forcing Frodo against a black and white marble pillar. It was in this moment that Frodo kicked Sam in the stomach. Just the force alone left Frodo to fall out of his stupor. Sam looked at him hotly, diving for him and throwing Frodo on the floor. Only this time, Sam was atop Frodo and not the other way around.

"What is wrong with you?" Sam moved Frodo's arms back, furious over what had transpired between them. "I am your friend! Your best friend! You don't do this to people!"

"Sam!" Frodo shouted, stopping Sam from pinning him down. Sam pinned him down anyway.

"What's wrong? We were on a nice journey, it was…"

"Nice? You call what we experienced nice?"

Sam shrugged. "It was the only way I could think of explainin' it. Now, Mr. Frodo, I think it's time you return to your room."

"No!" Frodo shouted, trying to get his attention.

Sam huffed, not enjoying this. "Then what do you want me to do? People are staring at us. You're waking up the whole guest house."

"Sam! Sam," Frodo spoke softer now. That got Sam's attention.

Sam huffed, telling him, "You have five minutes. Go." He released his grip on Frodo's wrist, giving Frodo a choice: to stay in the guest house or go on with his business. The last thing he expected Frodo to do was to stay put.

Something was off and Frodo knew it. "Sam," Frodo tried again, calmer now, "what happened? First, back in the original timeline, you were mean to Smeagol and Gollum. Then, I escaped from the book, but somehow you followed me. Then we came to the First Timeline and you threw me into the Second and Third Timelines. Merry and Pippin were no help." He added, quite beside himself with worry, "But Sam, you wanted me to be in these timelines. Why? So, you could have your glory moments?"

"You didn't deserve it, all that happiness. Why do you think the books and movies are the way they are?" Sam asked, "Your happiness, the only way out of this mess, is to go to the Undying Lands. I can't be responsible for that. Just let it happen."

"You would ditch me?" Frodo asked, shocked.

Sam nodded. "It's better that I have a family that cares about me. I don't know where you stand, but I certainly know where I stand. You don't deserve her, this Beatrice Blutman… or Melody Corner… or whatever her name is now. You don't deserve her."

Frodo glowered. Whatever point Sam made, Frodo knew it to be far from true. Sam was set in his ways.

One thing Sam didn't know that Frodo did was that Melody Corner, Beatrice Blutman, was the same person. She was like Frodo and Smeagol. Frodo had known that ever since he created her. As for Smeagol, Frodo was all in to redeem him.

As far as Sam went, Frodo knew they would have to part ways. Even though he hated the idea, Frodo couldn't abandon Smeagol, not when Smeagol had started the redemption process. There was still hope for Smeagol and Melody—eh, Beatrice. It was what Frodo wanted. There was more to Melody than meets the eye. Frodo just couldn't wait to see what would become of her and Smeagol.

Yes, Frodo's mind was made up. He left the guest house with Samwise Gamgee on his trail.

This was their story, their rivalries. It was Frodo, Sam, Melody | Beatrice, and Smeagol. Gollum was nowhere to be seen. Just where was Gollum?

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The Gollum side of Smeagol meandered in spirit form. Although the Gollum side knew that Smeagol was on Modern-Day Earth, the Gollum side had other plans. It could still sense the Ring and that it hadn't really left Frodo's side.

The Ring was wrapped around Frodo's neck, beckoning him to do all sorts of crazy stunts. The Gollum side didn't care. After what happened in the Zero Dimensions, the Gollum side abandoned Seraphina.

It wouldn't give up. It had become Gollum before and did everything it could to thwart Frodo and Sam from coming together. Only this time it won! Frodo had abandoned Samwise. And now, Frodo was doing it again!

But why? And for what purpose? Frodo wanted to redeem it and Smeagol? What? "Someday, the precious will be ours. You just wait and see." The Gollum side said, lurking about Minas Tirith, in search of its next move.