Frodo Baggins looked at the floor. A dragon brought him into the healer's house. He hardly knew what happened before this time. He was in the Village of Bywater. That was all he knew. That was all he cared to know. He looked up, surrounded by hobbits, but also creatures.

He didn't know what was going on, nor did he care. His memories were all but scattered, gone, fading. He looked up, watching the light red dragon permit him into the waiting room. This dragon didn't release him, nor did he want to leave his side. The way the dragon stared at him with a blank, happy expression unnerved him.

Could Frodo trust this dragon? Did he know what to call him? This dragon seemed human-size, hobbit-size as it were. Hmm. This dragon had no wings, but scales that ran down his back all the way to his medium-sized tail. The dragon's eyes had yellow irises, while his dragon-like face was fair. The curly, wavy pair of horns on this dragon's head were grey, while his scales were black, same as the dragon's claws were black.

What was up with this creature? Did he want to stay with him? Frodo could hardly find a reason for why this dragon was with him. The next thing he knew, Frodo followed this dragon out of the waiting room and into a hallway filled with rooms. There was even a dining area, as well as a game room and a TV room, where patients seemed to be watching TV or playing games.

It looked like fun, but Frodo didn't understand what he was supposed to do or who to go with. He looked around, curiously. Was he supposed to be here? Was that the whole point of him being here?

He sat down at one of the tables, as food came his way. He munched on it, eating it down. He looked up. That dragon was still here, observing him, and sitting down with him. He wanted to scream. He wanted to get away from this dragon-like creature.

Wait. A dragon-like creature? Frodo tensed up. Nothing felt right. He darted out of the dining room, holding his breath. He wanted to leave. He wanted to go; only, he didn't expect to wind up in an isolated area. There was a bed, too, somewhere he could be safe.

He curled up into a ball, hardly standing being here. This healer's house was one thing, but he wanted to leave. He let out a few tears, doing his best to keep calm. Nothing worked. He cried, hoping the next day would be more pleasant than this one.

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Hours passed. Frodo awoke in a calmer state. He hardly remembered what was going on. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. He stood up, calming down and nodding to the healers, who all seemed to want to take care of him. All he could do was nod. He didn't remember if he had a voice, if he could speak at all.

He looked around, coming out of the room in no time. The doors closed, allowing him to get a better view of the area. Yes, he was in another waiting room, inside the healer's house. He glimpsed up as a glowing light appeared. He jumped back, about ready to swat the creature.

He stopped as the dragon-like creature calmed him down. "No! Don't! You're fine. It's a fairy. See?"

"A fairy?" Frodo said, staring at the tiny fairy with long, flowing silver hair, silvery skin, and donned in a silver dress, with a blue light emitting off from her. Frodo looked at the fairy, as she waved to him.

"Frodo!" the fairy said, smiling. "Don't be bashful! You're in good hands."

"Goodbye," Frodo said, unsure of what to make of all this.

The fairy looked at him, offended. "We'll talk soon. You can count on it. Goodbye." She took off, flying through the air and down a hallway. Frodo didn't understand. Why did he offend her so?

"Perhaps I should apologize," Frodo said, rushing down the hallway in search of the fairy. He didn't look back at the dragon-like creature, as the dragon-like creature followed him. Frodo spoke to the fairy, "Wait! I'm sorry." He looked at her, wondering what she might do next.

The fairy looked at him, smiling, "It's all right."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know…"

"It's all right," the fairy said, smiling back at him. "We'll meet again, won't we? How silly of me! Of course, we will. Goodbye. We'll see each other again soon." She flew off down the hallway, entering one of the rooms next door.

Frodo followed her into the game room, surprised to see her take human form. She was still wearing her silvery dress, which flowed and moved as she walked. She looked at him, gesturing for him to sit down.

"Please. Take a seat." The fairy said, waiting for Frodo to join her. Frodo followed her, sitting down next to her. She sat down beside him, watching as the dragon-like creature sat on Frodo's right. The fairy waited for the dragon-like creature to sit down, before addressing Frodo. "Frodo, I know this is hard. You lost so much."

"But why am I here?" Frodo asked, cautious.

"You're here for a reason. You're amnesiac and you need to remember who you are. This will be hard. I know it will be tough. Hopefully, it won't take us long before you get your memories back. You'll have to stay for a few weeks to a few months; at least, until your memories start coming back." The fairy sighed, explaining to him further. "Any more than that, I cannot say. It is up to you to remember who you are. If you want our help, then please, ask.

"Who knows?" she shrugged. "You may remember who you are, more than you realize. Now please," she stood up. Frodo did the same, as she spoke further, "if you must need help, then please ask. Anyone here will be comfortable giving you information about your past. Who knows? You may remember who you are, more than you know. And don't eat the faery food. It'll take longer to get you out of here." She wandered off, changing back into her tiny fairy form.

Frodo looked at her as if he had seen an enchantment. "What happened?"

"I don't know, but it looks like we should ask someone. Don't you think?" the dragon-like creature said, standing behind him. Frodo sighed, nodding in understanding. Yes, it was time.