Up in Arms
Frodo/Sam
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at a Lord of the Rings story, so please be gentle. It's named after a Foo Fighters song and it's slightly AU I guess, because it obviously didn't happen.
Rating: PG13 (I reserve the right to raise it later.)
Chapter One
Sam stumbled along the wooded path, his fiery head causing his eyes to water. Everyone was ahead of him; too busy to notice he was not right. He could see their blurry figures marching on in the distance, getting further and further away. He called out for them to wait, but the words never left his mouth. His energy was draining and he fell to the ground.
It was Frodo who first noticed Sam wasn't with them. "Sam!" He called out. The fellowship turned around and Frodo bounded back down the path. Legolas noticed the hobbit out of the corner of his eye. Fearing there were orcs near, he ran after him.
Frodo found Sam lying on the ground, shaking with the chills. His pack was off his back and on the ground a few feet away.
"Sam!" Frodo cried out.
Sam glanced up at the figure standing before him. It was just another blurb of color, but he recognized the voice, although it seemed distant. "Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo dropped down to his knees beside him. "Oh, Sam." He said, running his hands down Sam's back. "What happened?"
Sam looked at him for a long whole before answering. "Head…it hurts."
Legolas caught up to Frodo quickly, his long legs going much faster than the hobbit's. He almost tripped over Frodo and Sam, but stopped just in time.
Kneeling down beside Frodo, Legolas placed his hand on Sam's forehead. Sam jerked away and screamed in pain. He quickly pulled his hand away.
"What's wrong with him?" Frodo asked anxiously.
Legolas shook his head, breaking out of his trance. "I do not know," he said. "We should bring his back to the others and set up camp for the night."
Frodo nodded and continued to comb his fingers through Sam's hair. Sam, who was becoming delirious, grabbed onto the bottom of Frodo's shirt. He began whispering something, which Frodo could not understand.
Sam had felt the hand on his head. A burning sensation had tore through his entire body and he pulled away in pain. The hand left his head and a cool one replaced it. He pressed his face into Frodo's hand, his watery eyes spilling tears onto them.
Noting how Sam had reacted to his touch, Legolas ran ahead to get Argorn to carry him back to the camp.
"Aragorn!" He said.
Aragorn turned around quickly. "We've been looking for you. Have you seen Frodo?"
"Yes," he said. "He's with Sam, who's quite ill. He cannot stand my touch and Frodo could not carry him, so I was hoping you could help me."
"Of course, where is he?"
Legolas lead Aragorn to Sam. Merry and Pippin followed, leaving Boromir and Gimli to set up camp.
Aragorn picked Sam up, who moaned in pain, but settled down. He did not react nearly as badly as he had to Legolas' touch.
Merry and Pippin followed close by, while begging Frodo to tell them what had happened. He told them of how he had found Sam lying on the road and how he had been ever since. Even when he had nothing left to tell, they continued to pester him.
When they reached the camp, Aragorn sent Merry to get water from the spring nearby. He dipped a cloth into the container and ran it along Sam's face and neck. Frodo sat down next to him and insisted on finishing the task.
"My poor Sam." He whispered, gently touching the cloth to Sam's face. Sam had been fine the day before and Frodo found it strange that he had come down with something so quickly and without any warning.
Gimli walked around the two for a while, loudly telling Frodo the proper way to care for a fever. Eventually he grew tired of being ignored and walked off to find someone else to converse with. Frodo let out a sigh of relief when he left.
"How is he?" Legolas asked, peering over Frodo at Sam.
Frodo glanced at him nervously. "Not any better I'm afraid. I think his fever may be rising, even with this," he held up the cloth. "I'm not sure what to do now."
"Neither am I I'm afraid," he said. "I've looked all over these woods for something that might help, but there's nothing here."
Frodo nodded and continued on with his task. Legolas walked over to the fire where the others were, leaving Frodo alone with Sam.~~~~~~~
During the night, Frodo awoke to the sound of Sam's screams.
"Please…no…please…" he called out, his arms wildly swinging at an invisible force.
"Sam," Frodo yelled out over the screams. "It's all right…hush…it's all right." Frodo held Sam's arms down and repeated small nothings over and over again, hoping they would calm his friend.
When he woke up, everything was still a blur to Sam. He continued lashing out his arms, almost sure the demons of his nightmares were still there, waiting silently for him.
"Sam, Sam! It's me, it's Frodo!"
"Frodo?" He croaked out.
Frodo sighed with relief. "Yes it's me Sam," he paused. "Are you all right?"
"They were going to…going to get me…I know it…it…know…" Sam rambled on until his strength was wasted and he fell back onto the blanket. His nightmare had been so real, so vivid, and he was still frightened. What if it wasn't really Mr. Frodo? What if it was a demon? They were smart enough to do that, weren't they? Wouldn't they know he'd trust his master?
Frodo ran out to the spring and filled the small bowl with fresh water and ran back to their tent. He began patting Sam's neck with the towel and while he was doing this, Sam grabbed his hand.
"Cold," he said.
"Sorry," he murmured, but he did not stop. Sam's fever was still rising and he was not sure how much longer he'd last if he didn't at least try to counteract it.
When he began running the cold cloth down Sam's tunic, he over, turning his back on Frodo.
"Sam, "Frodo said sighing.
"Cold," Sam whispered again.
"You're fever's too high, I need to get it down."
Sam rolled back onto his back and allowed Frodo to cool him down. He began to shiver violently and Frodo stopped. His teeth were chattering, but his head still felt as if it was on fire. "Head…burns."
"Shh…it's all right." Frodo said, placing the damp cloth on Sam's forehead.
As Frodo did this, dizziness began to cloud his mind. Too weak to fight it, Sam let himself fall unconscious.
Frodo cried.
Frodo/Sam
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at a Lord of the Rings story, so please be gentle. It's named after a Foo Fighters song and it's slightly AU I guess, because it obviously didn't happen.
Rating: PG13 (I reserve the right to raise it later.)
Chapter One
Sam stumbled along the wooded path, his fiery head causing his eyes to water. Everyone was ahead of him; too busy to notice he was not right. He could see their blurry figures marching on in the distance, getting further and further away. He called out for them to wait, but the words never left his mouth. His energy was draining and he fell to the ground.
It was Frodo who first noticed Sam wasn't with them. "Sam!" He called out. The fellowship turned around and Frodo bounded back down the path. Legolas noticed the hobbit out of the corner of his eye. Fearing there were orcs near, he ran after him.
Frodo found Sam lying on the ground, shaking with the chills. His pack was off his back and on the ground a few feet away.
"Sam!" Frodo cried out.
Sam glanced up at the figure standing before him. It was just another blurb of color, but he recognized the voice, although it seemed distant. "Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo dropped down to his knees beside him. "Oh, Sam." He said, running his hands down Sam's back. "What happened?"
Sam looked at him for a long whole before answering. "Head…it hurts."
Legolas caught up to Frodo quickly, his long legs going much faster than the hobbit's. He almost tripped over Frodo and Sam, but stopped just in time.
Kneeling down beside Frodo, Legolas placed his hand on Sam's forehead. Sam jerked away and screamed in pain. He quickly pulled his hand away.
"What's wrong with him?" Frodo asked anxiously.
Legolas shook his head, breaking out of his trance. "I do not know," he said. "We should bring his back to the others and set up camp for the night."
Frodo nodded and continued to comb his fingers through Sam's hair. Sam, who was becoming delirious, grabbed onto the bottom of Frodo's shirt. He began whispering something, which Frodo could not understand.
Sam had felt the hand on his head. A burning sensation had tore through his entire body and he pulled away in pain. The hand left his head and a cool one replaced it. He pressed his face into Frodo's hand, his watery eyes spilling tears onto them.
Noting how Sam had reacted to his touch, Legolas ran ahead to get Argorn to carry him back to the camp.
"Aragorn!" He said.
Aragorn turned around quickly. "We've been looking for you. Have you seen Frodo?"
"Yes," he said. "He's with Sam, who's quite ill. He cannot stand my touch and Frodo could not carry him, so I was hoping you could help me."
"Of course, where is he?"
Legolas lead Aragorn to Sam. Merry and Pippin followed, leaving Boromir and Gimli to set up camp.
Aragorn picked Sam up, who moaned in pain, but settled down. He did not react nearly as badly as he had to Legolas' touch.
Merry and Pippin followed close by, while begging Frodo to tell them what had happened. He told them of how he had found Sam lying on the road and how he had been ever since. Even when he had nothing left to tell, they continued to pester him.
When they reached the camp, Aragorn sent Merry to get water from the spring nearby. He dipped a cloth into the container and ran it along Sam's face and neck. Frodo sat down next to him and insisted on finishing the task.
"My poor Sam." He whispered, gently touching the cloth to Sam's face. Sam had been fine the day before and Frodo found it strange that he had come down with something so quickly and without any warning.
Gimli walked around the two for a while, loudly telling Frodo the proper way to care for a fever. Eventually he grew tired of being ignored and walked off to find someone else to converse with. Frodo let out a sigh of relief when he left.
"How is he?" Legolas asked, peering over Frodo at Sam.
Frodo glanced at him nervously. "Not any better I'm afraid. I think his fever may be rising, even with this," he held up the cloth. "I'm not sure what to do now."
"Neither am I I'm afraid," he said. "I've looked all over these woods for something that might help, but there's nothing here."
Frodo nodded and continued on with his task. Legolas walked over to the fire where the others were, leaving Frodo alone with Sam.
During the night, Frodo awoke to the sound of Sam's screams.
"Please…no…please…" he called out, his arms wildly swinging at an invisible force.
"Sam," Frodo yelled out over the screams. "It's all right…hush…it's all right." Frodo held Sam's arms down and repeated small nothings over and over again, hoping they would calm his friend.
When he woke up, everything was still a blur to Sam. He continued lashing out his arms, almost sure the demons of his nightmares were still there, waiting silently for him.
"Sam, Sam! It's me, it's Frodo!"
"Frodo?" He croaked out.
Frodo sighed with relief. "Yes it's me Sam," he paused. "Are you all right?"
"They were going to…going to get me…I know it…it…know…" Sam rambled on until his strength was wasted and he fell back onto the blanket. His nightmare had been so real, so vivid, and he was still frightened. What if it wasn't really Mr. Frodo? What if it was a demon? They were smart enough to do that, weren't they? Wouldn't they know he'd trust his master?
Frodo ran out to the spring and filled the small bowl with fresh water and ran back to their tent. He began patting Sam's neck with the towel and while he was doing this, Sam grabbed his hand.
"Cold," he said.
"Sorry," he murmured, but he did not stop. Sam's fever was still rising and he was not sure how much longer he'd last if he didn't at least try to counteract it.
When he began running the cold cloth down Sam's tunic, he over, turning his back on Frodo.
"Sam, "Frodo said sighing.
"Cold," Sam whispered again.
"You're fever's too high, I need to get it down."
Sam rolled back onto his back and allowed Frodo to cool him down. He began to shiver violently and Frodo stopped. His teeth were chattering, but his head still felt as if it was on fire. "Head…burns."
"Shh…it's all right." Frodo said, placing the damp cloth on Sam's forehead.
As Frodo did this, dizziness began to cloud his mind. Too weak to fight it, Sam let himself fall unconscious.
Frodo cried.