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Frodo and the Rose
Frodo Baggins proved to be odd amongst his fellow hobbits. Cracked even, given how he spent so much time with his uncle, or cousin, Bilbo Baggins, who was also very odd. This was in part due to the adventures Bilbo had been on that made Frodo yearn for adventures, too.
One day, before his and Bilbo's combined birthday party, from which Bilbo was to be one-hundred and eleven years old, and Frodo reaching his coming of age at thirty-three years old, Frodo set about tending to Bag End's garden.
For it was at Bag End's garden that Frodo welcomed an auspicious sight: a rose sat in the center of Bag End's garden, looking half-red and half-white, with splashes of red and white circling around the entire flower.
"Huh? What is this?" Frodo picked up the flower, enticed by it, and finding himself inside a castle made out of red and white paint, nestled along the walls and ceiling, while the floor stood out in grey stone tiles.
Standing in the middle of a piano room was a woman wearing a red dress. Frodo was given a name: Loveday, and she looked ever so lovely. Frodo's heart raced, his stomach turning into butterflies. Oh, how he wanted to go near her, to touch her, to breathe her in.
He stopped in horror upon seeing he was standing before a mirror, where he watched in fright as Loveday vanished.
"No! Stop!" Frodo said, slamming his fist into the mirror.
He crashed through the mirror, finding he was inside a lush, green, floral garden. A girl was playing there. Mary Lennox was her name. Frodo didn't understand what was going on. One minute, he saw Loveday and now Mary Lennox? What was Frodo missing?
All at once, a mysterious hobbitess arrived, donned in a red and white dress. The way she looked at him: she was so fair, so elvish. Frodo's heart raced inside his chest. He wanted to be with her, to take her arm, to drag her off... oh no. He mustn't be too hard on himself. He needed time to think. To breathe.
The hobbitess knelt before him, telling him now, "You're in my garden now?" She tilted her head to the side, reminding him, "Frodo, you are young. Do not force your heart to love. It must come naturally. Remember that?"
Frodo stared deep into her emerald eyes. Oh, he wanted to be with her so, so badly!
The hobbitess moved her hand in front of his face. She pressed her fingers against his eyelids, shutting them, and dragging him back through the mirror. The second Frodo awoke, he was back inside Bag End's garden.
The rose vanished, and with it the rose garden realm he so longed to see again.