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Author's note: If you have never seen Once Upon a Time prepare to be confused. If you are a Once Upon A Time fan, prepare to be confused. If you have never read The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, prepare to be even more confused. ;)
Episode 5
The Mayor
Before the Curse
"Awake! Awake! Fear, fire, foes! Awake! Fire, foes! Awake!" Merry rode on his pony through the Shire. As he went past the hobbit-holes, candles were lit from within, as if the smials were opening their eyes. Hobbits hesitantly came out of their homes with lit lanterns. Their eyes were tired and annoyed from being disturbed from their sleep.
Samwise Gamgee couldn't believe what had happened to the Shire while they were gone. Ruffians had taken over the hobbits; controlling their lives and taking away their rights…or that's how it felt to Sam. He was very upset after the journey…after all his struggles and pains…and Mr. Frodo hadn't gotten a proper welcome back!
Sam rode his pony to Farmer Cotton's home. He wanted to make sure Rosie and her brothers were all right. He walked along the lane and found Farmer Cotton and three of his sons all with axes in their hands and on the defensive.
"Nay," Farmer Cotton said. "It's not one of them ruffians. It's a hobbit by the size of it, but all dressed up…queer... Hey!" He called to Sam. "Who are you and what's all this to-do?" He demanded.
"It's Sam," The hobbit replied out of the night. "Sam Gamgee. I've come back."
Farmer Cotton hesitantly walked toward him. "Well," He exclaimed. "The voice is right, and your face is no worse than it was, Sam. But I should'a passed you in the street in that gear. You've been in foreign parts, seemingly…we feared you were…dead."
"That I ain't!" Sam replied feeling embarrassed. "Mr. Frodo ain't dead either. He's here, and his friends, and that's the to-do. They're raising the Shire. We're going to clear out those mean ruffians, and their Chief too. We're starting now!"
"Good, good!" Farmer Cotton cheered. "So it's begun at last! I've been itching for trouble all this year, but no one would help, and I've had the wife and Rosie to think about. These ruffians don't stick at nothing. Come on now, lads! Bywater is up! We must be in it!"
"What about your wife…and Rosie?" Sam asked. "It isn't safe yet for them to be left alone." Farmer Cotton's sons took off toward the village.
"My boy Nibs is with them. But you can go and help him, if you have a mind." Farmer Cotton gave him a knowing, wide grin. Ever since Sam had left, Rosie would not stop talking about him. She would ask her father and her brothers if they had heard from him. She would ask around to the villagers at the market. At dinner, she would wonder where he had disappeared to.
Sam hurried over to the Cotton's house. Mrs. Cotton and Rosie stood by the round door at the top of the steps. Nibs was standing in front of them with a hayfork.
"It's me!" Sam shouted as he ran up to the house. "Sam Gamgee, so don't try prodding me, Nibs. I have a mail shirt on anyways!" Nibs stared in surprise and in gladness at his old friend, and he lowered his hayfork.
He jumped down from the pony and walked up to the steps. "Good evening, Mrs. Cotton. Hello, Rosie." He said shyly.
"Hello Sam," Rosie stepped forward and hugged him. "Where have you been? Everyone kept saying you were dead! But I didn't believe them; I've been expecting you since spring! I knew you weren't dead! I just knew it!"
Sam blushed a little and embraced Rosie. "Well, um," He cleared his throat and backed away. "I'm sort of in a hurry…y'see, we're setting about those ruffians, and I've got to get back to Mr. Frodo. But I also thought I'd have a look to see how Mrs. Cotton was doing, and you, Rosie."
"We're doing quite nicely, thank you." Mrs. Cotton said from the doorway. "Or would be if it weren't for these ruffians!"
"Well, you'd better be off." Rosie said. "I think you should help Mr. Frodo, especially if things are looking dangerous."
Sam obeyed his friend and ran back to mount his horse. Rosie ran down the steps to say farewell.
"I think you look fine, Sam," Rosie said. "Very nice and brave. Go on, now! Take care of yourself and hurry straight back, you hear?"
"I hear," Sam replied before taking off.
Story Brook
"Are you all right, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked, nearly startling Frodo. He was sitting at the island in his kitchen, lost in his thoughts.
"I'm fine," Frodo replied. "I'm just thinking."
"You're always thinkin'." Sam said. "Why are you drinking coca in July?"
"Oh," Frodo looked down at the hot beverage. "Just…because…"
"What's in it?" Sam asked curiously.
"Cinnamon," Frodo replied. "I don't know why, but I actually like it."
"I should try it someone," Sam said, mostly to himself. "You've been looking at that picture for quite a while. What is it?"
"It looks like an eye." Frodo said. "But there's something else going on…it's like a puzzle…or it could be a riddle."
"I'm sure you'll figure it out." Sam reassured. "Any luck finding Miss Anna's sister?"
"No," Frodo replied. "We've looked around the woods a few times, we just never…went in…Ruby keeps picking up too many strange trails. Hopefully, we'll be able to-"
Frodo was interrupted by a pounding at the door. He stood and rushed to answer it. Mary Margret was there, panting as if she had run to the Cursed Bag End.
"Miss Blanchard?" Frodo's eyes widened. "What's wrong, are you all right?" He looked around and tried to usher her into the house, but she pushed him away and caught her breath.
"The school is on fire!" She gasped. "It's burning down! Ruby saw it and-"
"All right," Frodo said. "I'll be right there. Sam, are you coming with me?"
"Right Mr. Frodo!" Sam declared. "Let's go!"
Frodo drove the car to the school with Sam in the passenger seat and Mary Margret in the back. Sam had urged him multiple times to be cautious. Frodo ignored him, of course and drove above the speed limit. Once they had gotten to the school he slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt stop.
"Someone's a little too comfortable with driving…" Sam gasped as he stepped out of the car and leaned against the hood, breathing heavily.
Again, Frodo ignored him and ran up to the burning building with Mary Margret at his heels. He ran up to Ruby, who was standing with Leroy, The Blue Fairy, Emma, David, Rapunzel, and Anna. All began to speak at once.
"Frodo!" Emma started.
"I saw the fire-" Ruby said.
"We tried to put it out-" David said.
"Regina did this-" Leroy accused.
"Calm down-" Frodo started.
"Why would she-" Emma retorted.
"This is terrible!" Anna joined in.
"What should we do?" Rapunzel asked.
"We've tried everything-" Mary Margret replied.
"Listen to me!" Frodo said, becoming frustrated.
"The fire department's on their way-" David said.
"Enough!" Frodo shouted, losing his temper. His outburst silenced the entire group. "I don't care who saw it first, who started it, or who tried to put it out! I just want this fire gone so no one gets hurt! Understood?! Now go!" The group stared at him in shock before getting to work. Emma walked up to Frodo. Before she could tell him to chill out he ran up to Ruby.
"Do you know if anyone's in the building?" Frodo asked.
"Yes," Ruby said. "One person…I can smell her."
Frodo looked toward the school. The door was wide open.
"She could be trapped…" Frodo said uneasily.
"Let's wait for the fire- Frodo, what are you doing?!" Ruby gasped as he ran toward the front doors.
"I have to help!" He shouted before running through the door.
"Frodo!" Ruby shouted. "Come back!" She went to chase after him, but the building shook and pieces fell, blocking the door. Ruby gasped and stepped back.
"Is he crazy?!" Emma shouted.
Inside the building, Frodo could barely hear someone call out for help. He ran through the halls. The walls and creativity stapled to it were on fire, and the floors reflected the light with a strange orange glow. Frodo paused and looked at the floor. For a moment it felt as if he was standing in the air, looking out into a fiery abyss. Hadn't he been dreaming about this a few days ago? He slowly pulled out the Evenstar and fingered it, imagining the smooth edges of…
A call for help pulled him out of his thoughts, and ran up the stairs. He ran toward a door and opened it. He noticed a gray, dressy jacket sitting by the door. A woman with her brown hair tied in a bun sat by the open window. She blinked up at him in surprise, and then she coughed and put her head down. Frodo ran over to her side and lifted her arm around his shoulder. He helped her to her feet and headed toward the window.
"Wait," The woman suddenly opened her eyes and turned. "My bag…"
Frodo looked over at her desk; an ugly floral bag and umbrella sat on the desk. Frodo grabbed them, still holding the woman. He looked out the window and hesitated. The drop was too far to jump without any injury. He turned and led the woman out the door. The hallway was beginning to fill with smoke. Frodo's vision was blurred as he walked down the stairs. He led the woman into another classroom, closed the door and let her sit in the teacher's desk. He looked around for anything he could put but the door to block the smoke, but found nothing. He decided to lead the woman toward the window. He lifted her arm around his shoulder once more and opened the window. He helped her through, and she slowly sank to the grass, and closed her eyes. He grabbed her bag and umbrella and slipped through the window just as the door had caught fire.
Frodo coughed and looked around. He realized he was at the front of the school. Emma and Ruby were running toward him, followed by Mary Margaret, David, Anna, and Rapunzel.
"Frodo, are you okay?" Emma called to him.
"I'm fine," Frodo said in a rasping voice before he coughed again.
"You scared us!" Anna scolded.
"I was scared too." Frodo said.
"Liar," Emma mumbled.
"We should get her to the hospital." David declared, kneeling beside the woman. "She's having trouble breathing." Mary Margret was already by David, helping the woman to her feet.
"I think you should come to the hospital as well, Frodo." She said to him. "I mean, just in case."
Frodo shrugged and followed them to the car. The fire department was already there, making sure the fire was put out as soon as possible. Mary Margret and David took their old truck, and Emma took her own car. Anna decided to go with Frodo. She insisted he sit in the passenger's seat and rest his eyes. Frodo felt too tired to argue with her, so he sat in the passenger's seat and instantly fell asleep.
Before the Curse
Sam found the entire village had roused. More than a hundred hobbits, both young lads and elder hobbits, had assembled with small axes, hammers, long knives, and stout staffs. A few of them had hunting bows. More hobbits were still coming, either angry from being deprived of their sleep, from the ruffians, or both. Some had lit a huge fire, just to enliven things, and also to spite the Chief. Under Merry's orders, some were building up barriers across the road at each end of the village.
Sam found Frodo by the fire with old Tom Cotton.
"Well, what's the next move?" Farmer Cotton asked.
"I can't say," Frodo admitted. "Well, not until I know more. How many ruffians are there?"
"It's hard to tell," Farmer Cotton replied. He explained that there would be about fifty ruffians in Hobbiton, or it would seem. He explained their boss, and that he was usually in Bag End. "Only, I don't know if he's there now." Farmer Cotton admitted. "And those ruffians don't let us go near."
"Have they got any weapons?" Merry asked.
"Whips, knives, and clubs, enough for their dirty work," Farmer Cotton replied. "But I dare say they've got other gear, if it comes to fighting. Some have bows, and they've shot one or two of our folk."
"There you are," Merry turned to Frodo, looking very angry. "I knew we should have to fight!"
"Where is Peregrin?" Farmer Cotton asked.
"He rode off with some other lads to gather the Tooks." Merry said. "They will be back in the morning.
"All the same," Frodo said. "I wish for no killing, not even of the ruffians, unless it must be done, to prevent them from hurting hobbits."
"All right," Merry said. "But I think we will have a visit from the Hobbiton gang anytime now. They won't come just to talk things over. We'll try to deal with them neatly, but be prepared for the worst. Now I've got a plan."
"Very good," Frodo said. "You make the arrangements."
"They're coming!" A few hobbits came running.
"Merry," Frodo turned to his cousin. "Hurry,"
Story Brook
Luckily, there was only one victim of the fire, and she was safe and sound in the hospital. The group had gathered by her bed, which was next to Belle's room. They could see Belle napping through the glass wall. The group made themselves comfortable, sitting in chairs.
"Well," Emma said, pacing around the room. "What now?"
"I don't know…" Frodo grumbled, still groggy from his nap.
"What happened?" Regina rushed into the room. "Where's Henry? Is he alright?"
"Calm down," Emma said. "Henry's home, it's not a school day."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Regina demanded.
"The school burned down…" Mary Margret said. "You wouldn't have anything to do with this, would you?"
"Of course not!" Regina snapped. "You think I would really put Henry in harm's way?"
"Regina," Emma cut in. "A lot of strange things have been happening lately…If you know something, I think you should tell us."
Regina looked at Emma, her face became unreadable. She shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I worked at the school." Mary Margret spoke up. She stood up from her chair. "Was this because of what I did to you? You couldn't actually kill me because of Henry, so you set up an accident instead?"
Regina narrowed her eyes at Mary Margret. "You know…I said I would let you keep your heart, considering the condition it's in." She moved toward Mary Margret. Frodo flinched in his seat. "But I've grown quite tired of you…" She reached her hand up.
"No!" Frodo jumped in front of Mary Margret.
"Frodo!" Ruby shouted as Regina reached her hand into Frodo's chest. Regina was caught off guard, but then she smiled evilly.
"A hobbit heart," She mused. "You know, I've been wondering who you where, Frodo Baggins…" She felt around his heart, making him cringe in pain. His heart was quite large. There were some darkened areas. The Ring of Power left some scars, no doubt and… what is that?
"Wraith…" Regina gasped, feeling a strange magic in his heart. This hobbit was cursed! Regina tossed Frodo through the wall of Belle's room. She left his heart; he could keep it for all she cared. Regina turned and ran out the door.
"Regina!" Emma yelled after her in anger. Emma chased after Regina, followed by Mary Margaret, David, Rapunzel, Anna. Ruby hesitated and looked back at where Frodo was thrown, then heard doctors yelling and figured he'd be fine. What better place to get injured than a hospital. She followed after the group.
Regina only made it to the door before she stopped and collapsed to the ground. She was on her hands and knees, panting, and remembering that terrifying night when that Wraith tried to take her soul. She had never felt such evil…but what Frodo had was worse. Ring Wraiths were very dark, and not only did they take souls, they could turn people into Wraiths like them.
"Regina!" Emma called out to her. "What is wrong with you?"
"Ring Wraith…" Regina managed to whisper. "Ring Wraith…"
"Regina," Emma repeated. "What's wrong?"
"Ring Wraith?" David repeated.
"Oh, that's right…" Mary Margaret mused. "Frodo was stabbed by a Ring Wraith."
"And he's cursed!" Regina added.
"Well, that doesn't matter," Emma snapped. "You just threw him through a glass wall!" Regina stood and walked away.
"And…we just left him there…" David sighed.
"We did?!" Anna gasped.
"Oh, crap," Emma groaned.
"Guys, we left him inside of a hospital." Ruby said. "I think he'll be fine."
Frodo opened his eyes and looked around. There was glass all around him. He slowly sat up, realizing he was at the foot of someone's hospital bed. He slowly peeked over the edge to find Belle staring at him in surprise. She gasped as he stood up.
"No, I'm so sorry!" Frodo reassured, backing away from her. "Don't panic! I was just-oof! That's a wall." He said as he slowly backed away and ran into the wall behind him.
"You-you're bleeding!" Belle said.
"Me? No, I'm not bleeding…" He felt his forehead and a piece of glass suddenly fell to the floor. When he pulled his hand away his fingers were covered in blood. "Oh, look at that, I'm bleeding."
"Are you okay?" Belle asked.
"Me? I'll be fine," Frodo said, waving her off. "I was just about to leave, sorry for interrupting, you're very pretty. I'll just leave now…"
A few doctors rushed into the room before Frodo could trip over the lamp. Someone pressed a towel to his head and made him tip it back. He was led out of the room, and into a wheelchair. As they brought him into another room to get stitches, he could not stop thinking about Belle. They had him lie in a bed.
Emma rushed into the room. "Frodo, are you okay?"
"Yes," Frodo answered.
"He may be in shock." Dr. Whale said.
"I was in Belle's room…" Frodo said. "She's so pretty…"
"Yeah," Emma said. "I think he is in shock."
"Okay," David said, marching into the room, followed by Mary Margaret. "Regina isn't the best mayor Story Brook had ever had."
"Well, what can we do about it?" Emma said to him and then turned back to Frodo.
"Well, I think we need to elect a new Mayor." David said.
"And just who would run up against Regina?" Emma snapped, turning back to David.
"You," David replied. Emma stared at him in surprise and silence.
"Me?" She finally said. "Why me?"
"Well, you did it before, running for Sheriff," David said. "Maybe now you could run for Mayor."
"I don't know anything about being Mayor." Emma said. "I mean, I know how to find people and make sure they're safe, but-"
"That's why you'd be great." David said.
"Or," Sam said, walking into the room and startling the three. "If Miss Swan doesn't want to, he could." He pointed at Frodo.
"Sam?" Frodo lifted his head when Dr. Whale had finished the stitches. "What are you doing?"
"I was looking around, asking for Rosie." Sam said. "But then I heard about the fire." He looked closely at Frodo's stitches. "Honestly Mr. Frodo, I can't leave you for two minutes without you getting into some sort of trouble!"
"Seriously," Emma agreed. "Have you ever considered life insurance?"
"Yes, I have actually." Frodo admitted. "Well, in this world at least."
"Sam may have a point though," Mary Margret said. "If you've read The Lord of the Rings, Frodo does become Mayor of Hobbiton, and then Deputy Mayor if I remember correctly."
"It's a tough responsibility." Frodo said.
"You seem to do it well," Mary Margaret said. "While the fire was going, we were all shouting and arguing. But you knew just what to say, and what to do. I think everyone would trust you."
"All right," Frodo said. "I will do it, if the people of Story Brook really want someone they can count on, I'll do it."
"Great!" David said. "Where do we start?"
Before the Curse
The hobbits of the Shire had chased the ruffians out of Hobbiton. Pippin had gathered many Tooks with their arrows. Merry's plan to overwhelm the ruffians had succeeded. They had found Bag End sitting empty and ran back outside in anger, confusion, or disgust. They had found out Saruman was behind all this horrible trouble.
"If I had known all the mischief he had caused, I should have stuffed my pouch down Saruman's throat!" Merry snapped.
"No doubt, no doubt." Saruman said, coming through the door. "But you did not, and so here I am to welcome you home!" He sneered.
"Sharkey!" Frodo gasped in realization.
"So you have heard my name have you?" Saruman sneered again. "I'm sure you did not expect me here."
"I did not," Frodo admitted. "But I might have guessed. A little mischief in a mean way; Gandalf warned me you were still capable of it."
"Quite capable," Saruman agreed. "I have done much that you will find it hard to mend or undo in your lives. And it will be pleasant to think of that and it against my injuries."
"Well, if that's what you find pleasure in," Frodo returned. "I pity you. It will be a pleasure of memory only. Go at once and never return!" He said his last sentence loud and strong. His voice had anger in it, but also mercy.
Hobbits had gathered around Bag End, and listened to this conversation.
"Don't let him go!" They protested. "Kill him! He is evil! He is a villain!"
"Kill him!" Saruman mocked. "But don't think I will lose my power! If any of you strike me, you shall be cursed, and if my blood stains the Shire it will wither and never again be healed!"
The hobbits went silent, uncertainty showing in their faces.
"Don't listen to him," Frodo said. "He has lost all power, except for his voice, in which he can use to deceive you. But I will not have him slain. It is useless to meet revenge with revenge: it will heal nothing. Go Saruman, now!"
"Worm! Worm!" Saruman called out, and Wormtounge crawled toward him like a humbled dog. "There you are! Come along!"
Saruman turned to go, with Wormtounge crawling after him. But as the old wizard passed Frodo, he turned to him with a knife flashing in his hand. He stabbed Frodo in his left shoulder. The startled hobbit fell to the ground. The hobbits gasped in horror. Sam, along with a few other angry hobbits charged at him and flung him to the ground. Sam pulled out his sword
"No, Sam!" Frodo cried. "Do not kill him! Not now! I'm not hurt!" He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a brilliant, silver mail coat. On the ground lay a broken knife. "He was good once, but he is now fallen beyond hope. But still, I would spare him, in hope that he may find the good again."
Saruman slowly rose to his feet, staring at Frodo. His eyes had many emotions mixed in them; hatred, wonder, respect, and fear. "You are wise and cruel, Halfling." He said. "You have robbed me of my revenge. Now I must leave in bitterness, in dept to your mercy…I hate it, and you! I will go, but do not expect me to wish you long life and health; for you will have neither." He walked through the crowd of angry hobbits. "Wormtounge!" He called. The startled man hesitated.
"Wormtounge," Frodo said. "You don't need to follow him. You have done no evil, as far as I know. You may stay for a while and have some rest, until you are strong enough to go your own way."
Wormtounge looked at Frodo in surprise. There was a gleam in his eye that longed to stay.
"No evil?" Saruman turned back around. "Oh no," He continued sarcastically. "He only sneaks out at night to watch the stars! But I did hear someone ask where Lotho Sackville-Baggins was hiding. You know, don't you Worm? Won't you tell them?"
"No," Wormtounge shook his head and whispered. "No,"
"Then I will!" Saruman snapped. "Wormtounge killed Lotho! He stabbed him in his sleep and buried him!"
Wormtounge stared up at him in hatred. "You told me to…You made me do it!"
"You always do what Sharkey tells you, hm?" Saruman sneered. "Well, now he says: follow!"
He swiftly kicked Wormtounge in the face and then turned away. Wormtounge's nose was bleeding. He slowly stood up and drew a hidden knife. He went up to Saruman and stabbed him in the back. The old wizard gasped and fell to the ground. Before Frodo could say anything, a few hobbit bows went into Wormtounge, and he too, fell to the ground, and died.
A gray smoke rose from Saruman's body. It blew in the wind for a moment, and then disappeared. Frodo watched as Saruman's body shrunk into decay. He took Saruman's cloak and covered the body, and then turned away.
"That's the end of that," Sam said. "Good riddance."
"I hope that's the end of the War," Merry said.
"I hope so too," Frodo agreed. But he, Merry, Sam, and Pippin knew they still had a mess to clean up.
Story Brook
"Frodo Baggins for Mayor!" A crowd of people stood around the building where the Mayor worked. It had been only two days since Sam had suggested Frodo became the Mayor. When Ruby had heard, she did whatever she could to spread the news and get the town excited. Many people of Story Brook had heard of the tale of Frodo and the Ring, and they knew he was qualified to run as Mayor.
When Regina found out, she vowed she would never give up her place as Mayor. No one had ever gone up against her before, and she was determined to keep things as they were.
Regina looked up from her desk when she heard the riot outside.
"Frodo Baggins for Mayor!" Ruby's voice rang out the loudest.
"Frodo Baggins!"
"No more Mills!"
"Baggins!"
Regina tapped her pen impatiently as she tried to blot out the noise. Finally she slammed her pen onto the desk and stood up. She stomped over to the window, threw it open, and peeked out at the crowd.
"Shut up!" She snapped at them. "Go away! I am your Mayor, like it or not!" She slammed the window closed in frustration. The town however, would not back down.
"Excuse me?" She heard a soft-spoken voice behind her. "Is this a bad time?"
Regina turned around to see Frodo standing at her desk, waiting patiently for her to answer.
"Yes," Regina replied coolly. "I'm incredibly busy. Do you know how hard it is to run a town?" She demanded, attempting to intimidate him.
But Frodo showed no sign of fear. "Run a town? The way you do it seems hard! All you do is hiding in this colorless, distasteful office and not even care that the woods are covered in ice, or that the elementary school Henry goes to is burned down, or even that families are separated because of you!" He raised his voice.
Regina was taken aback for a moment. Her eyes suddenly widened at him. "The woods are covered in ice?"
"Yes," Frodo said. "And because you haven't done anything about it, people have started accusing you!"
"What?" Regina tilted her head.
"You really don't know," Frodo concluded. "But I know; I know a lot about this town. These people trust me."
Regina was silent again. "I…" She hesitated. "I…"
"I'm sorry," Frodo shook his head. "I suppose this was a bad time after all…I'll probably see you tomorrow." He turned to leave.
"Wait," Regina pleaded. "Maybe you're right…"
"What?" Frodo turned back to her.
"It's just that, I've been trying to prove to Henry that I can be…good." Regina said. "Maybe…maybe this could help."
"Is that what you truly want?" Frodo asked. "To step down from Mayor so you can get closer to Henry?"
"Maybe I can spend more time with him then when I was his mother…" Regina replied. "Yes, this is what I want."
"Are you sure?" Frodo said cautiously.
"I'm sure." Regina said. "Take care of this town."
"I will," Frodo promised as the two shook hands. "I will."
Author's Note: Well, this took forever…sorry to keep you waiting. This part is from The Lord of the Rings book itself. I didn't want to make it exactly like the book made it. It took too long and I would just sit and smell the book because it smells really good…heheh (Blushes). I'm sorry if The Scouring of the Shire wasn't completely accurate or didn't have enough detail. I was also fighting a hard battle with Writer's Block. Sigh… I hoped you enjoyed this chapter though. 'It is useless to meet revenge with revenge: It will heal nothing.' This is my new favorite line! This is also why I love Frodo!