Disclaimers: See Prologue for more info.

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This is the last chapter for this story.

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Sam worked in Bag End's garden for the next several days. His mind rushed on thoughts of Narnia and whether the place still existed. He wondered, but he couldn't imagine seeing a Lion walking over the pumpkins. And yet, there was a lion walking over the pumpkins. He looked up into the Lion's eyes. It was Aslan and he wanted to speak to him.

"You miss Frodo, don't you?" Aslan asked him, concerned. Sam nodded. "I know. He will return."

"When?" Sam asked, also concerned.

"In time. In time. Give it a few days and he will return. It's only a matter of time before Merry Brandybuck and Fredegar Bolger find their way into Narnia. Until then, rest assured that Frodo will be kept safe. For now, it is time to wake up." Aslan said, close to his ear. "Wake up, Sam…."

"….Wake up, Samwise!" It was Gaffer's voice protruding the air. Sam awoke, half caught in a daze. Had he been sleeping on the bench in front of Bag End this whole time? What day was it? Oh! It had only been a day since he'd been in the wardrobe, but it felt longer to him. "What are you doin'? Sleepin' in like that. Now, be respectful and go water the plants, Sam."

"Yes Gaffer! At once!" Sam rushed down to the garden without thinking. He tripped on one of the pumpkins, landing square on his side in the loose, damp soil. He really wasn't awake.

"Gaffer please. Give the boy some time to rest." Bilbo said, gesturing Sam forward. "Look at the state of you."

"Sorry." Sam rushed towards Gaffer and Mr. Bilbo. "I kept thinking about Mr. Frodo. Plus, I had a dream about Aslan."

Gaffer laughed. "Aslan? Where do you come up with such names?"

"Aslan's real, Gaffer." Sam said, astonished again. "He's real!"

"I believe you." Bilbo told him, truthful. "I know what you're talking about."

"You do?" Sam asked, concern welling up in his eyes.

Bilbo nodded. "Why don't you change and then meet me inside for tea?"

"Go on." Gaffer told the lad, causing Sam to rush double time to change into a clean set of clothes. Sam returned, watching his father return to Number Four, Bagshot Row without another word. It was clearly a bad day for everyone.

"Come inside, Sam." Bilbo said through the kitchen window. Sam did as asked, finding a spot in the dining room to sit down. It didn't take Mr. Bilbo long to hand him a fresh cup of herbal tea. It smelled divine.

"Thank you, Mr. Bilbo." Sam said, beside himself with worry.

"We'll see him again, Sam." Bilbo said.

"I know, but… I can't help thinkin'… he's in danger or he could get caught in somethin' or captured or killed."

"We need not concern ourselves with Frodo. I'm sure he'll be all right."

"How can you know that?!" Sam cried out in shock. He calmed down at once. "I'm sorry. I'm just so flustered and troubled over him. Without me there, how is he not gettin' himself lost out there in Narnia?"

"Knowing Frodo, he'll find a way. For now. We need to relax. We'll see him again." Bilbo sipped his tea.

Sam sighed, knowing there was no point in arguin' with Mr. Bilbo. "I suppose you're right."

"I am right. Now drink your tea!" Bilbo huffed. Sam did as he was told. The tea sure was good. Maybe there wasn't anything to worry about. If he was lucky, Frodo was all right. He could hope it, at least. In the long run, he could hope it.

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Gandalf observed Weathertop with great care. He didn't dare venture atop the hill with its stone watchtower. He had yet to do that. But there was someone he was waiting for. A certain brown wizard who went by the name of Radagast. He was waiting for him to show up. But would the poor wizard make an appearance? He didn't know… oh, there he was! Riding towards him. Excellent!

The brown wizard at last made his appearance, coming up fast beside Gandalf's horse. It was here that they spoke, as if they were having a normal conversation.

"The second wardrobe has left, Gandalf." Radagast told him. "It's become stable, but is unusable now."

"Yes." Gandalf inquired. "The wardrobe has lived out its usefulness. But there is another matter that concerns me, and it has to do with a certain Lion named Aslan."

"Aslan?" Radagast was stunned. "But that lion hasn't shown up here in thirty years."

"Yes. I thought that, too." He nodded. "Here he is."

"Where?" Radagast turned his horse around. The horse whinnied for a second. Gandalf shushed the horse and calmed the brown wizard.

"He won't hurt you." Gandalf chuckled. "But then, he isn't a tame lion."

"Gandalf, Radagast," Aslan spoke, serious to a fault, "we need to talk." He sighed. "I'm afraid there is more going on in Narnia than you realize. Frodo Baggins is there and I'm afraid his new task is yet to be uncovered."

"What's going on there?" Gandalf asked, curtly.

"In time, all things will matter. For now, we can hope that he will be all right." Aslan said, as he walked around the horses. "I will keep an eye on him."

"Please do so. You never know what mischief a hobbit will bring." Gandalf said in angst.

"Indeed, Gandalf. Indeed." Aslan disappeared without a trace.

Gandalf rode on, determined to reach the Shire. He hoped that whatever adventures awaited the hobbits that it was done in rapid time. Until then, he wished them luck.

To Be Continued…

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We're done with Part One in the Hobbits in Narnia trilogy! :D

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This wasn't an easy story for me to get into, simply because I wondered if I would get it done and if I wouldn't become bored with it. Now that it is done, I am happy to have accomplished another goal. :) Yes, there is a Part 2. Its title will be revealed when I get it posted. For now, see you in the next story. Cheers. :)

Aria Breuer