Warning! This chapter is Rated M for sensual content.
I realize I haven't worked on this fanfic since August 28, 2021. I know, almost three years since this fanfic has been updated. Well, this fanfic and all my other fanfics from 2021 - 2022 are going to be updated, too. Don't worry. :) This one happened to have a chapter in the revision state that needed to be edited.
This chapter's title may seem strange, but this isn't the first time characters have entered other characters' minds. So, consider this another fanfic following this trope.
That said, enjoy! :)
The elevator rolled on up through Frodo's brain.
Bethany collapsed on the elevator's floor, lost in her own thoughts. Frodo approached her, taking her hand and comforting her. He even nudged her a little with his head, rubbing his chin against her shoulder in an effort to calm her down.
He knew it wasn't working.
She was freaking out too much, and Frodo saw it.
He saw what was happening to her, and he didn't like it.
Frodo gently leaned in, kissing her right shoulder and keeping himself close to her. He knew if he didn't calm her down now, then how could she ever stay calm? He knew he had to do something, to say something to her, for if he did not, then she would go mad and fear him. And he did not want her to experience that.
"Just relax," he sighed, rubbing her right shoulder in a gentle manner, hoping that would calm her down, reassure her that he wasn't going to do anything to her, unless she convinced him everything was all right with them. He sighed, admitting to her, as he sat down on the elevator floor with her, keeping him with her for comfort and pleasure. "I really miss you talking to me." He sighed, harshly, breathing in and out in a deep voice. "Don't worry. When this is all over, we'll be married again. Just wait and see."
No answer. He tried again, civil this time, "Bethany, I need you to see this happening, to see that this is right. If only you would come around, then everything would be okay."
"No," Bethany told him, her voice harsh. "You wanted me to come here. You begged me, pleaded with me." She looked at him intensely, wanting more than anything to get away from him. But she couldn't. She was too drawn to him, and she didn't know why. "You made me come, and I didn't want to. But I'm offline as you say." She shrugged, saying to him, "So, what choice did I have? This is ridiculous."
Frodo eyed her courteously. He shrugged, admitting to her, "You're right. It would seem that we're at an impasse. I won't hurt you. I never intended that."
"Then what do you want, besides me?" Bethany said, hotly, looking for an answer. She looked at him now, saying to him, "What is it that's on your mind?"
"Ouch!" Frodo said, calmly, but still hurting inside. He lowered his head a little in shame and out of fear, but that fear persisted in his eyes. "What can I do to make it up to you? Surely, there must be something that you want or need, have to have. You know, it can be anything you desire. Anything at all. So, what is it that you seek? You know, it can be me, too!"
Bethany slammed her fist on the elevator floor, making him jump. Frodo closed his eyes in shock. He could tell she was mad, and her look of fury showed in her bright blue-green eyes.
"You know, you're a little more forceful than I remember you being," Frodo said, calmly.
Bethany snarled at him. "And you are the worst. Keeping me here inside your brain without recall or reason! What exactly are we doing here? Where are we going?"
"Um… Bethany, you…" Frodo placed his hand over the spot where Bethany slammed her fist down on the elevator floor. Using his healing powers, green and glowing a bright sea green blue color, the elevator floor was fixed, "need to calm down." He moved back to give them some breathing room, and yet he stayed with her. "You know I love you. Mhm. I'll never leave your side."
He added, for her ears to hear, "We're heading into the hub, the control room of my brain. It should be pretty empty in there, but now, you'll see the world through my eyes. And it won't be pretty, Beatrice—I'm sorry, Bethany."
Bethany stared at him with slight confusion. Her memories were scattered in this place. She asked him, courteously, "How—How did you know I was Beatrice?" She jolted awake, confused herself. "What just happened?"
Frodo let out a giggle. "You see? You are remembering." He winked at her, hoping to resolve matters between them. He looked up at the elevator doors as they opened, right as the elevator stopped. He smiled, taking Bethany's hand, the moment she took it. Helping Bethany to her feet, Frodo said, while wrapping an arm around her, "Bethany, welcome to the control room. It's big. Bigger than you'd imagine."
As they moved out of the elevator and into a lilac-bluish room with curved walls, Frodo pointed out the library next door, with so many blue holobooks on the other side, beyond the control room. "You see? In there, you'll find my library. I know, I'm smart. I'm highly-intelligent. As are you. You just don't recall it, do you?" He winked at her, saying to her, "Don't worry, I won't pry into your brain, but I will protect you from any harm that comes your way." He sighed, saying to her, "Believe me. The last thing I want is someone toying with your mind. That's the last thing anyone needs."
Bethany looked at him in confusion. She asked him, as she looked up at him, "Why would my mind need to be protected? From what?"
Frodo sighed, calming down as he spoke to her, "Just know there are forces out there who would mess with people's minds, whenever it pleased them. But that won't be me."
Bethany looked at him now, rather impressed, "Oh! I didn't know that."
Frodo breathed in and out, nodding to himself as he led her into his bedroom. "Come on. You're tired and you need to get some beauty rest. Come on. It's this way." He led her straight into a room with lilac-blue wall colors, curved walls and ceiling, and a bed that was queen-sized and decked out in a royal blue starlit sky bed cover. The bed had a four poster frame, made out of dark mahogany.
It was the perfect room, suitable for Bethany's mood. As Bethany made her way over to the bed, Frodo snapped his fingers in her direction. The snap alone allowed Bethany to quickly change into star designed pink pajamas with hints of purple skies surrounding the pink and white stars.
Bethany smiled, even as Frodo got into bed, with Bethany joining him under the white sheets and covers.
Frodo kissed her, whispering in her ear, "Goodnight, Bethany."
Bethany giggled. "Goodnight, Frodo." She slept well that night, surprised that even now, he was protecting her.
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Bethany awoke of a series of dark, disturbing dreams. She could see it now: demons invading her dreams, moving over white picket fences amidst a dark cloudy sky. Bethany's legs trembled, her hands shaky with perspiration. She looked at the demons now, fearing them.
Her heart raced inside her chest. All the world seemed to turn to black. She saw Frodo on one side of her, but a demon on the other side. They were both staring at her! Oh, this was not good! What did she do to deserve this?
"Bethany!" There was Frodo's voice, drawing her out of her disturbing nightmare. "Bethany, wake up!" Bethany awoke, just by Frodo shook her right arm. Bethany opened her eyes, blinking at the sight of the glowing red lights coming off from a nearby barred light atop Frodo's bedroom.
Bethany closed her eyes, rubbing the matter out of them as she observed her landscape. All around her was a rather square, dark grey room with dark grey walls and a dark ceiling. The doorways were opened, as if no doors had been put there. She looked on at Frodo as he moved towards the doorways, closing what seemed like wooden doors on the other side of the room.
"Huh? How fascinating!" Bethany hadn't realized she was talking out loud about the doors and the doorways, but here she was ruminating over them. She looked at Frodo as he smiled back at her, joining her in moments.
Frodo caressed the back of her neck with his hand, as he lay on top of her. Frodo smirked, kissing her gently on the temple, followed by her cheeks, nose, and lips. The second they fell into an embrace, Frodo caught her, preventing her from falling off the bed, as they shared a few kisses. They were the kisses he couldn't dare forget, but then so did Bethany.
They were sharing a blissful moment, and Frodo was proud of her for even reaching this far.
"Frodo," Bethany spoke between kisses, "what do you think will happen to us? Don't you have to send me back? Or can we stay here, in blissfulness and peace? I'd so long for peace."
Frodo sighed, despair smacking him in the face. His smile faded, knowing what he had to do. "No," Frodo shook his head. "I'm afraid you don't realize what's about to transpire between us." He paused, giving her time to let his words sink in. "I'm afraid you'll have to go. You won't remember this moment, or what I just told you. You'll have it stored in your memory, but you must continue on with your journey. Find the Witcher. Find Geralt of Rivia. Surely, he'll be the one to help you on your way, to wherever you're traveling."
"Oh, really? I still have to do this quest?" Bethany asked, cautious towards this decision. Frodo moved away from her, enough to where Bethany followed him, while moving about on his bed. "Frodo, couldn't I come back here? Is such a thing possible?"
Frodo laughed a light chuckle. "No, I'm sorry, my dear. This moment will only be saved in our memories. I'll still remember you, as will you. Our brains are that smart." He smirked, delighted to see her smile. He chuckled, admitting to her, as he approached a lever. "I'm sorry, my dear. You won't remember any of this. Return to your mission. That is all."
"But Frodo—" It was too late. Bethany's words were interrupted fast by the pull down of the dark grey lever. All the world turned to black, and Bethany moved out of the black void and back to the Portal Realm, from where she began this journey.
How was that? A little strange, but interesting chapter. :)
I'm currently working on writing the next chapter. So, we'll see what happens there, when I post it. :)
Thanks for reading. More to come. :)
~Aria Breuer