Song for Chapter 11: Disney's Descendants 3 song, "Night Falls".

Warning! This chapter is Rated T for mild sensual content.

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Frodo released Bethany. He couldn't stop looking at her, nor could Bethany stop giggling. He hugged her, not letting her go. He sat there on the cushioned chair, watching as the houses morphed and finally connected. Frodo looked at the curtains. Was it still morning or was night?

"Come on, Bethany. We should find Sam, Merry, and Pippin. And get out of here," Frodo said, helping Bethany stand.

"Can I do something first?" Bethany asked, as Frodo released her hands. "I'll be right back."

Frodo sighed, wanting to follow her. Oh, he couldn't take it anymore. He made his way to the bathroom door; which Bethany left a little ajar. He waited until she finished her business and washed her hands, drying them with a clean royal blue hand towel, before joining her inside. After Frodo did his business and washed his hands, he followed Bethany out into her hallway, pinning her hands up against the wall, kissing her fondly.

In the end, he brought her hands down, as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. It was a pleasant moment. Nothing could go wrong, right?

Red Alert! Red Alert! Knights' Statues on their way!

Frodo and Bethany released. That sound was coming from Bethany's room. But where?

Frodo released Bethany as she neared her bedroom door. "Bethany? What are you doing? Bethany?"

Bethany stopped by the bedroom door. She shushed him, gesturing for him to follow. She opened her door, stunned to find knights' statues climbing out of her framed glass painting, on her painted blue wall. She jumped, frozen.

Frodo reacted, closing the bedroom door. A bright light wrapped around the door, keeping the knights' statues out of the rest of the house. Frodo turned to Bethany, saying, "Well, we can't go in there."

"How am I supposed to get dressed? My clothes are in there!" Bethany had a point. She was dressed in a silky blue tank top that served as a pajama top, while her pajama bottom was silky blue and comfortable. Both had water ripples on them that looked absolutely exquisite.

"I like you in those clothes," Frodo said, complimenting her.

"Oh, thank you," Bethany smiled, appreciating the thought. "I bought them last year. I needed new clothes. New pajamas."

"Right," Frodo said, looking around the house for another way to Bilbo's house. Bethany followed him, not knowing what he was doing.

"What are you doing?" Bethany asked, curiously.

"Look, we're both almost of age. We can get married, if you want," Frodo said.

"Sure. I could appreciate renewing our vows," Bethany said, leaving Frodo chuckling.

"But first, we need to find a way back to Bilbo's house. How?" Frodo asked, as Bethany's double showed up in the living room, pointing to the door leading to the basement door.

"Go! Before the knights' statues look for you!" Bethany's double said.

"What about my dad? My mom?" Bethany asked her double, worriedly.

"Don't worry. I'm taking over. Go. Find your real parents. Your real family. You knew this would happen," Bethany's double said.

"Right. Exactly," Bethany said, right as Frodo grabbed her hand.

"Well, come on!" Frodo said, leading the way.

"The closet downstairs will lead you directly to Bilbo's basement. The knights' statues looked there the first time. They didn't find you there. So, I doubt they'll try that way again," Bethany's double said. "There's no TVs down there. So, you'll have to use the closet to meet up with Bilbo."

"Wait! Frodo, stop," Bethany said, causing Frodo to stop. Bethany approached her double, hugging her. "Thank you. I saw you once before. I didn't think you were taking care of me, of Frodo. Of anyone."

"Well, we're here for a reason," Bethany's double said with a smile.

Bethany released her, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I know you have work to do."

"As do you," Bethany's double said. She nodded, saying, "Stop Maleficent. Make her seek reason. She's already found the right villains and the right heroes. You both, I'm afraid. I had to escape."

"Who are you?" Frodo asked Bethany's double.

"I am Sandria Wolff," Sandria answered.

The door to Bethany's bedroom rattled. The knights' statues wanted to get out.

Sandria looked at Frodo and Bethany, saying, "Go. I don't know when Darth Freya will show up, but you must leave. This instant."

"On our way," Bethany nodded.

"Yeah, sure." Frodo said, taking Bethany's hand.

"Thank you," Bethany told her double.

Sandria nodded. "You're welcome."

"Come on. Let's go!" Frodo said, opening the basement door.

At once, Bethany climbed down the stairs, leading to the basement. The floor was beige, while the whole room was decked up. Bethany looked around the room, reminded of the memories she had down here. The time when she witnessed the battle Darth Ordar causing the First Base's fire. The time when she felt Frodo's hand touch her shoulder.

It was happier times, adventurous, too. And now, she was really heading back to her friends and family, the ones she missed. She'd miss Earth. She'd miss this life, but she knew it was for the best. At least, that's what she hoped would happen.

"Come on. Let's go," Frodo said, opening the closet door. Bethany looked ahead. At first, she saw the inside of the basement closet. Then the image changed to show the way to Bilbo's basement, with so many trophies on the walls, as well as pictures showing Frodo and his journey over the centuries, including in the Second Seven Realms.

"Come on!" Frodo said, taking Bethany's hand, leading her to Bilbo's house. The closet door closed automatically.

There was no doubt in Bethany's mind. They were here at Bilbo's new house. That much was clear. So, now what were they supposed to do?

.

"Uncle?" Frodo asked, searching around the den for his Uncle Bilbo. "Surely, he must be here."

"Oh, is he in here?" Bethany asked, opening the closet door again.

At first, it seemed like her father's basement was on the other side. Then her father's basement vanished, revealing Bilbo's closet, filled with an assortment of treasure troves and equipment.

Bethany sighed, wondering if she would ever go back.

She looked at Frodo, sighing, "Well, he's not in here, but for a moment, my father's basement was."

"What happened? Is it still there?" Frodo asked, checking the closet out for himself. He didn't see Bethany's father's basement, just Bilbo's closet. He shook his head, saying to Bethany, "Well, we can't get back in that way. Not that you wanted to."

"Wouldn't I?" Bethany asked, concerned about her father.

"Bethany, this world is cursed. Your father could not have been your real father. I know who your real parents are. We just need to find them," Frodo said, leading Bethany to the stairs, to the rest of Bilbo's house.

"And get out of here," Bethany said, smirking, "You know. I bet those knights lost us."

"I bet they have," Frodo said. He turned his head upstairs. He was sorely mistaken.