Frodo closed the book he'd been reading. But it was a new story that had formed, telling of his adventures with finding himself and miraculously saving the other stories. But then, his world and other worlds weren't meshed together, and yet there was such a thing as portals. That's how he ended up in the massive library at the Beast's castle.
"Frodo!" Jiminy leapt onto the wood table. "How's it going? The Blue Fairy just told me you had a new story that appeared."
"Here." Frodo moved the book over, opening to the appropriate page. "That story just came up. How I saved the worlds from being meshed." He scratched the side of his head a little bit. "As if that could happen."
"Well, you've become a part of a lot of stories," Jiminy said, calmly.
"Isn't that the truth?" Frodo said with a smile.
"Well, you never know with stories, Frodo," Jiminy said, leaping off the desk.
"Right," Frodo said, closing the book at last. He jumped right as the Blue Fairy entered the library. "Hey!"
"Yes," the Blue Fairy said to Frodo and Jiminy, "you might not remember it, but that new story is where you two helped save the stories from a dreadful collision course. For that, I am grateful. And you have returned to your desired location as promised. So for that, a party will be held in your honor. Congratulations." She vanished in a blue light. Frodo watched her as the room sparkled and glowed, revealing a room filled with all sorts of people and creatures. But there was one face Frodo longed to see as he stood up and walked across the room.
"Snow White," Frodo said, getting the young woman's attention. "Can we talk?"
"Yes," Snow said, taking his hand. "You've gotten taller since the last time I saw you."
"I know," Frodo said, smiling. "It's this place. Anything can happen." At last, he found a balcony, walked out and sat on a stone bench next to his love interest. But even he knew some things weren't meant to be. "Snow, look, I know we went on that adventure together, but… you have a prince who loves you."
"I understand," Snow said, grasping his arm. "You must find your own princess." She leaned into his ear and said, "I hope you find her." She kissed his cheek, waved and bid him adieu.
Frodo couldn't believe it, even as he stared at the countryside. Oh well. Another time alone, he guessed, as he sipped some red wine… which was red wine this time. Not blood. But it was good and sweet. And now what was he to do? Oh, he couldn't take it anymore. "Snow!" Was she crying? He approached her, asking her, "Would you like to dance?"
"Yes I would. Thank you," Snow said, taking his hand in hers.
Frodo spun her around a few times. Already, things were going good… until the prince with the chestnut hair and wearing regal blue clothes, interrupted their moment. "Snow?"
"Oh, it's my prince charming!" Snow said, ecstatic.
"I thought you weren't with anyone," Frodo said, stunned.
"I'm sorry. But we can still be friends, can't we?" Snow asked, curious.
Frodo came to the conclusion then that he wouldn't find anyone. But still, he had to try something. "No, we can't be lovers. But we can still be friends, Snow."
"Thank you, Frodo." Snow planted a warm kiss on his cheek. He watched her walk out of the balcony with her true love. He was alone… again.
Frodo rested his hands on the stone railing. He couldn't believe he lost another love interest in his life. And yet, the blinking stars in the sky looked so peaceful, and the green countryside reminding him so much of the hills and green grass that made the Shire homey. He missed it. If only there was a way to go back, just once… but then, he'd just been on an adventure and was now back to doing whatever he wanted. He could go home. He could stay here. But he had friends here. What could possibly happen to make him want to stay longer?
"Hello," said a hobbitess, joining him at the balcony.
"Hullo," Frodo said. Interest reached his heart. Maybe, just maybe, this hobbitess was all right. "I'm Frodo Baggins."
"Veronica," the hobbitess in the red dress said, shaking his hand.
"Pleasure to meet you," Frodo said with a grin.
"Pleasure to meet you," Veronica repeated. She glowed with such radiance that Frodo felt complete inside. Yes, it was good to be a hobbit.
The End.
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