Reliving The Past

Frodo awoke yet again after a nightmare about his journey to Mordor even though it was a month ago since he came back to The Shire. He got out of bed and made a cup of tea and sat down. "Why does this keep happening?" He thought to himself. 'I'll ask Gandalf tomorrow what they might mean.' He muttered to himself. He went outside for some fresh air and went back to bed which proved to be very difficult. He was constantly tossing and turning and took long hours into the night before he finally drifted off again.

The next day Frodo was greeted at his door by his gardener Samwise Gamgee. Sam, as usual, was pulling weeds out and muttering to himself

'Oh, hello Mr Frodo, did you get enough sleep last night?

'Not really, Sam, I'm still having the nightmares. I'm going to ask Gandalf today if he knows what the might mean.

'I'm afraid you can't do that for another three days, Mr Frodo, he left this morning, said he had to go talk to Aragorn about something. He didn't say what, though. Would you like to get something to eat with me, Mr Frodo?'

'Yes, Sam, that would be rather nice. Thank you.'

They walked off and down to the road to The Green Dragon. Sam was rather happy as Rosie might be on her shift right now. She normally did morning and afternoon and then had the night off. They walked in and Sam was indeed happy, Rosie was working. She looked up when she heard the door open and gave them both a drink of ale and a smile, though her smile was much wider when she laid eyes on Sam.

'I told you, Pippin, Esmerta over there has only ever had eyes for me and she only ever would have eyes for me!' They heard Merry wailing all through The Dragon.

'You wish, Mate'. Was all that Pippin said. His frown soon changed to a broad smile when he spotted Frodo and Sam, but he soon turned around to try and reach Esmerta before Merry noticed.

Merry noticed soon after and went racing after his cousin. Though Pippin had gotten a head start on his cousin, Merry still beat him to the hobbit lass.

'Looks like their back to normal'. Said Sam watching the two squabbling. 'Now, Mr Frodo, tell me about your nightmares, I might be able to help.

'Sam, it's almost like I am back on the journey and my mind is slowly being turned to jelly with the Ring and Gollum and I really don't know if they will go away anymore.' Frodo's shoulder was starting to pain him again. He really did hope that the wound would heal soon. It was excruciating. Hot jabbing pains every few minutes or so.

'Mr Frodo, I am terribly sorry, I am afraid that I can't help you with your troubles as much as I would like to.

Just then they spotted Merry and Pippin walking over to them in a huff' their hair was messed up and Pippin looked like he was about to throttle his cousin.

'How many times have I told you, Merry? Don't stick your hairy foot in my mouth!' He screeched when they reached Sam and Frodo's table

'Um, Pip? You have hairy feet too.' Merry said jokingly, but it soon backfired. Pippin had had all he could take of Merry and left in a huff.

'Never thought he would get angry at me like this.' Merry said with cheerless eyes.

'I'm sure he will be fine by tomorrow.' Frodo said quietly, almost to himself. Merry and Sam exchanged concerned eyes.

Later that night Frodo was making some tea when suddenly he felt rather dizzy and sick. He tried to go to the basin and get some water but before he understood what was happening, his eyes were facing the ceiling and soon he drifted out of conscience.