The information on Frodo Baggins comes from various sources, including fanfiction and the original Lord of the Rings book trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien.

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Saphira – Yes, well, with Frodo, twists can be expected. Remember, Frodo's a complex character, but I'm sure what he did was unexpected. I have no doubt it's going to be an awkward relationship. I do remember Frodo can be a charmer, at least that's what was said in some fanfiction stories about him.

Chapter Fifteen:

Therapeutic Discussion

I spent the next two days in my bedroom, only coming out for meals. I did not have the ambition to speak to Frodo, and he seemed to have taken the hint. Clearly, I was hurting him, but after what he pulled, how could I look at him the same? It was already awkward enough without having a relationship put in there. I heard a knock on the door. At first, I thought it was Frodo. Bravely, I opened the door, only to find a ginger haired teenage girl standing on the other side.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Lucy Pevensie, Queen of Narnia," said the girl in introduction. "I came to check on you, to see if you're all right. Actually, the robed people here wanted to check up on you. They say you have a therapy session with Frodo Baggins."

"I'm not really in the mood to talk with him," I said.

"Can we talk about it?" asked Lucy.

I opened the door and let Lucy enter my bedroom. Once I closed the door, I saw Lucy sit on the bed, while I took a seat on the cushioned desk chair.

Lucy asked me, "What's bothering you? Why won't you give Frodo the therapy he needs?"

"Frodo kissed me two days ago. He came at me in an unexpected way. I'm his therapist, or I'm supposed to be, but Frodo doesn't think I'm a real therapist," I said.

"You're not a real therapist, but for the time being it's expected of you," said Lucy. "Just like I'm Jack Sparrow's therapist. I know, it's strange, but the robed people said my brothers, sister, and I were capable of helping others with their issues."

"Jack didn't come onto you?" I asked.

"I put him in his place," said Lucy. "But yes, he's quite the womanizer. He's trying his best not to commit to piracy, but last night he robbed somebody here. It's been difficult getting him to accept not being a pirate."

I chuckled. "That's Jack for you."

"Why won't you be Frodo's therapist? Everyone here says you've done a good job with his companions," said Lucy.

"After what he did, I don't know if I can stand being in the same room as him, not without him using his charms on me," I said. "How did you manage with Jack? I'm sure he's a charmer, in his own way."

"It wasn't easy, but I've gotten through it," said Lucy. "You can't keep yourself locked in your room all day. You've got to be brave about this and face him. He needs therapy. He may have a hard time believing it, but he looks like he needs it."

I said, "I'm not sure I can."

"Well, you never know until you try. I thought you were Frodo's fan. That should make it easier on you to get under Frodo's skin, show him the hobbit he truly is," said Lucy. She left my bedroom, closing the door after her.

I guess holing myself up in my bedroom was not the best idea. But then, what was a good idea? Frodo could move on me again. Of course, I was not sure what he would do the next time we met. Deciding to listen to Lucy and the robed people, knowing I was still Frodo's therapist, I left my bedroom.

After a walk through the dining hall, I made my way into the hallway where the therapist's rooms were kept. I returned to the therapist's room I was given, only to find Frodo was seated in the same chair his companions sat. At first, I froze upon seeing him. Then I returned to my usual spot by the table. There, I looked through Frodo's folder.

"All right. Let's get started," I said, pouring through the information.

"I didn't want to be here," said Frodo.

"Tell me about your parents," I said. "What were they like?"

"My father, Drogo Baggins, was a respectable hobbit. He must be considered odd to have married my mother, Primula Brandybuck. They were good parents, when I was growing up," said Frodo.

"Don't you miss them?" I asked.

"Of course I do," said Frodo, showing no signs of grief.

"Tell me what happened. You said 'were'," I said.

"You already know this," said Frodo, not understanding. He paused. "Fine. My parents drowned in a boating accident. Yes, I lost them and I do miss them. I know I will see them again someday."

"Did you grieve, when you lost them?" I asked.

"Not out in the open," said Frodo.

"Most people would call that odd," I said.

Frodo looked at me, stunned. "Don't tell me you haven't done odd things. You locked yourself in your room for two days, as I understand." He returned to the subject at hand, "Yes, call me odd all you want. That's what I am, but I don't mind it." He instead asked, "What about you? I hear you can't stand being called odd, as if you fit in with the normal crowd."

I did my best to stay on track. "What happened after you lost your parents?"

"Are you…" Frodo gave in, "I lived with my uncle, Rorimac Brandybuck, at Brandy Hall. It was crowded at the smial. Since I was the quiet hobbit, I was usually left alone. I developed a troublemaker side, which led to me seeking mushrooms at Maggot's farm. On several occasions, Farmer Maggot caught me, but the last time he sent his dogs on me."

"Are you afraid of dogs?" I asked.

Frodo corrected, "Just Maggot's dogs." He continued, "That led me out of my troublemaker ways. To correct my mishaps, I helped raise Merry like a brother."

"You certainly sound like you miss your parents. I can hear it in your voice," I said.

"Clever," said Frodo, impressed. "Only when my parents are brought up do I miss them, think about them."

"You sound at ease," I said.

"Maybe I feel I can trust you," said Frodo.

"What else happened when you were at Brandy Hall?" I asked.

"Not much. Besides being left alone, what else could I do? Of course Merry was as troublesome as I was. I'm not sure if he still is," said Frodo. "Then my uncle adopted me and took me in when I was twenty-one. I'll admit, I did like being at Bag End better than Brandy Hall."

"How is your relationship with Bilbo?" I asked.

"I'm fond of him, for starters. He's been the only family I have, since my parents died. He's been like a father to me, and I cannot ignore that," said Frodo.

I could hear, as well as Frodo, voices out in the hallway. One of the voices belonged to Lucy, "Jack, you really must learn not to be so charming towards women."

Another voice belonged to Jack, "See here now: if I didn't, where would I be? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow and sporting wenches is what I do. It's what all pirates do."

Frodo looked at me then. "All my companions were given therapy at the first moment. Why wasn't I?"

"You don't remember what happened?" I figured my mind wasn't as sharp as it used to be.

It looked as though Frodo did. "I am sorry."

"Let's continue, shall we?" I asked, looking through the paperwork. "What happened at Bilbo's house?"

"In the years I spent with Bilbo, he taught me how to read, but he also told me stories about elves and his adventures. I'll admit that's what led me to travel with him through the Shire to see Elves and Dwarves. Sam even became interested in hearing Bilbo's stories. Then the night he left, during our birthday party when I came of age at thirty-three and Bilbo turned one-hundred and eleven, he left me Bag End and everything he owned, including the One Ring. It seemed I was ready to become a Master of Bag End. It felt strange, at first, but I grew accustomed to being my own master," explained Frodo. "Gandalf visited every once in a while, telling me of his travels. Then he didn't come for eight to nine years." He looked tired.

"We can continue this discussion tomorrow. Maybe get up to the events of the War of the Ring," I said.

Frodo nodded.

I encouraged. "I know I've heard the story, but it's better if you get it out in the open. It'll ease your mind. Don't you think?"

Frodo grinned. "Thank you. It would be unwise to tell the full story in one sitting. Of course, Gandalf told me the tale of the One Ring in one sitting. He told me every detail of what he learned."

"Yes, but we're not Gandalf," I said. "We can talk more about this tomorrow."

"Sounds fair." Frodo pleaded, "Please don't lock yourself in your room again." He asked, "What happened to you? I know our first meeting was awkward, but you did come to me."

"I know I did. You took me by surprised." I explained, "Look, the reason I can't get into a relationship with you is because I'm still your therapist. If it were under different circumstances, then maybe I would agree. But don't you think it odd for a twenty-some year old and a fifty-some year old to be in a relationship, or courting?"

"Courting is the same as dating," said Frodo. "I understand. We'll keep our relationship between therapist and client."

"You're not upset?" I asked. "I'm surprised."

Frodo admitted, "Aria, my will is strong. Believe me, I can hold back tears for a long time."

"That's right, your resistance is strong. It's no wonder you could resist the One Ring the longest, out of any Ring-bearer," I said.

"Yes, and I think I can hold out and wait for you until you're ready. I'm sorry I took you by surprise. It wasn't very gentle-hobbit of me," said Frodo. He stood by the door. "Are you coming? Isn't it nearing lunch?"

"Yes," I said.

I set the folder neatly on the table, before following Frodo out of the room. Like two days ago, Frodo and I sat at the same table, but across from each other. As we talked, Frodo and I saw Legolas and Gimli return from another battle. They were speaking to Thranduil, who looked distressed.

I told Frodo, simply, "Legolas and Gimli have been fighting Mary-Sues and Gary-Stus."

"Ah. I wondered what they were up to," said Frodo.

However, the moment had passed when Jack Sparrow approached Legolas. Jack simply told him, "You look just like Will Turner."

"Who's Will Turner?" asked Legolas, confused.

Jack looked confused. "No one you would know. Sorry mate." He walked away.

Frodo looked my way. I sat in silence as I ate my lunch. I noticed Frodo's gaze was on me, looking at me affectionately. I know what he was thinking, possibly… maybe I didn't. For some reason, my fangirl side was kicking in… no, I had to think professional. This was going to be difficult.

Lucy Pevensie comes from The Chronicles of Narnia. Jack Sparrow comes from the "Pirates of the Caribbean" film series.