Frodo had been expecting to go on a quiet walk by himself as a way to recharge his inspiration after sitting down and writing for more than three hours. As much as he wanted to go out alone, he was certainly not upset or surprised, when Sam appeared at his side. The next few minutes included Frodo apologizing profusely for even thinking about going out alone and Sam staring at him with a disapproving glare on his face.

"It's just not safe, Frodo," Sam said as they trudged down the park path, "I mean, that Saruman fellow may have been killed, but mark me, I think there's still somebody out there."

"Oh Sam," Frodo shook his head, a smile on his face, "How are you ever going to rest? Always thinking that there is something bad in the world."

"Begging your pardon," Sam said, "But there isn't always something bad in the world. There's quite a bit of good. But that Saruman can't have been working with just that police sergeant. It's way too much for just two people to handle. The days on the campus are getting darker and darker."

"That may be because we have passed the summer solstice," Frodo joked. Sam frowned at Frodo, before puffing out his cheeks and crossing his arms. Frodo laughed at him, before he put a hand on Sam's shoulder, "I'm only joking, Sam, I do get what you mean. Moral in the students has been going down."

Sam didn't say anything, for he still looked very annoyed at Frodo. Frodo sighed, and continued to walk on, watching as colour of the sky got deeper as the sun set. There was a lot to think about reality nowadays. Frodo usually spent his time trapped in his own brain; thinking about adventures that would only play out on paper. Now, there was an adventure happening right in front of him, but Frodo wanted no part in it.

He unconsciously reached up and rubbed where he had been stabbed. He had had enough action for a life time, that evening. He hated to think of what he would have done if Aragorn had not stopped his attacker. Frodo thought of the Mordor College student that had been murdered and left in the alley; that easily could have been him.

"Frodo?" Sam's voice shook Frodo from his thoughts.

Frodo let his arm drop from his scarred shoulder. He gave Sam a pressed smile. "It's nothing, Sam, I've just been thinking."

"Thoughts are always something, if you don't mind me saying," Sam told him with a nod of his head, "But you can keep your thoughts to yourself, you want. Thoughts belong to people, just as some people belong to their thoughts. Very strange, really, how your brain comes up with these things."

"Very strange indeed," Frodo agreed, always amazed with what Samwise Gamgee could come up with.

They walked in silence for the next little while, both of them letting their thoughts consume them. Frodo tried to keep his brain on fleshing out the plot for the novel he was working on, but there was something that made him feel uncomfortable. It may have been due to the fact that he was walking in the same park that Gandalf had met Dalamyr; the same park with the Harad boy had attempted to kill Gandalf.

But, despite quelling that notion with the fact that Dalamyr was a nice person when he wasn't starving and working long hours, there was still something there.

That feeling, the gut twisting, nauseous feeling, did not disappear until Sam reached over and tapped Frodo on the shoulder.

Rooting through the garbage up ahead was a man dressed in only a baggy pair of boxer shorts. Frodo squinted, trying to see if he recognized the person, but Sam beat him to the chase.

"It's that Gollum fellow," Sam said, his voice low and disgusted, "We best be avoiding him."

It seemed as though Gollum was singing to himself in a low, scratchy voice. The horrid feeling that Frodo had before rose up with renewed vigour. Frodo quickened his pace; Sam followed. The two students walked as fast as they could by the trashcan, not caring if it looked at all suspicious that they were walking so quickly.

They had almost cleared Gollum when the coughing man said something under his breath. Frodo whirled around to look at Gollum, but the man had yet to look up from his the garbage he was rooting through.

"What did you say?" Frodo demanded, staring at the dirty homeless man.

"Frodo, we should get going," Sam said quietly under his breath, "He's attacked people, he has."

"No, Sam, I want to know what he said," Frodo said firmly, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder. "What did you say about Sauron?" Frodo directed this to the scarcely clad man.

"Sauron?" Gollum replied, before he coughed a couple of times, "I says, you students should get going before Sauron comes. Oh yes, he's very mad… so very mad… shall be taking things into his own hands yes he shall…."

"What things?"

"Terrible things," Gollum simply said, a pleased smile appearing on his face. Frodo felt sick to his stomach, "Oh yes, terrible things to the likes of you. But to many of us will like it, oh yes… many of us…"

"We should leave," Sam said, tugging on Frodo's sleeve. Frodo briefly glanced at Sam to see the environmental student shifting uncomfortable from foot to foot.

Frodo did not respond to his friend, but instead looked back up at Gollum, "What do you mean when you say terrible things?"

"Oh, you will see. There will be much happening, yes much. Elections are around the corner, and he has many followers, yes he does. He will strike and there will goes the University you hold so dear… it's already losing so many students. What will happen to your dear University? Oh how I'd love to know… yes…"

Gollum broke down into a fit of coughing, and both Frodo and Sam found this time as the opportune moment to escape. The two students ran as fast as they could down the path, both of them not looking at where they were going.

The next thing Frodo knew, he rebounded off of a very hard person. A hand shot out and stabilized him, catching him before he fell butt first onto the pavement. Frodo staggered a little bit before he looked up to see who he thought was Boromir. He shook his head; Boromir was in the hospital, there was no way that he would be able to be walking, nonetheless handle somebody running head-long into them.

"Faramir!" Sam breathed out, "Oh goodness, you scared us!"

"I could say the same to you," Faramir told him, still keeping his hands on their shoulders, "What were you doing out here?"

"We were going for a walk," Frodo said, looking up at the taller man.

"Seems like it was more of a run," Faramir said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Well, that Gollum fellow was making weird eyes at us," Sam said in a matter-of-factly tone, still huffing slightly. "So we made a run for it."

Faramir frowned, "Well, then… I guess running is the best thing you can do. But why were you walking at night anyways?"

Sam gave Frodo a glare, and Frodo just simply shook his head. "I wanted to go on a walk," Frodo said.

"Hmm," Faramir said, "picked a rather bad night to go on a walk."

"I do agree with you," Sam said, before he frowned, "Why are you out and about?"

Faramir laughed at that. "I was visiting Boromir. He's doing well. Anyways, I should be getting you home. Wouldn't want you to come across that creep again."

Frodo and Sam accepted Faramir's offer, making casual conversation as they both walked to their dorms. They both refrained from talking about the deaths of Grima Wormtongue and Saruman, nor Theoden's hospitalization. Instead, Faramir talked about the new poetry analogy that he had read to Frodo, since the both of them enjoyed literature.

When Faramir dropped them off, they both turned to each other, grim expressions both of their faces.

"This isn't good, Frodo," Sam said, "Not good at all."

"No, it really isn't," Frodo agreed as they walked up to Frodo's apartment. Sam was muttering something under his breath about how the Mordor College scoundrels were to blame for this, and how the students at Middle Earth University did not deserve this.

Frodo did not say it aloud, but he only somewhat agreed to Sam's ramblings. The Mordor College students were to blame, but only in part. There was still this Sauron fellow, who Frodo had no information on except for the words of a crazed man rooting through trash.

When they got to Frodo's apartment, Sam offered to make the both of them a cup of tea, and then bustled off to the kitchen to do so. Frodo pulled out his laptop, opening up the word document that was to be his story. He kept it open, not wanting to alarm Sam to what he was actually doing. With the Word document easily at hand in the case he needed to rapidly switch over, Frodo opened up his web browser. He waited until Google loaded, and then typed in Sauron.

The first thing that came up was Mount Doom Industries; the factory that was close to the University that made cheap, plastic jewellery. Frodo furrowed his brows and scrolled through the search options.

Eventually, he found something that caught his eye; a newspaper article from ten years back.

MELKOR MORGOTH, CO-PRESIDENT TO SAURON MORGOTH OF MOUNT DOOM INDUSTRIES, SENTENCED TO A LIFE STAY IN THE VOID PRISON FOR THE MURDERS OF DOZENS.

Frodo stared at the heading, appalled to see that such a thing had happened here. He was even more shocked that Sauron had been involved with that type of person. Perhaps Sauron had something in him much like his husband had. But what it was, Frodo had no idea.

He was about to open the article when Sam arrived with his tea. Frodo quickly shut off the internet browser and clicked on his word document, giving Sam a small smile.

Sam had been right; this wasn't good at all. But even Frodo could not guess the extent to how bad this was all going to be.

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EDIT: I ACCIDENTALLY LEFT IN THAT MORGOTH AND SAURON WERE HUSBANDS. IT WAS A JOKE WITH MY FRIEND SINCE I WAS WRITING IT AT HER HOUSE. I AM SORRY.