Title: Allergies (1/2)
Author: N. Forest
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.
Summary: Frodo's recovery from his Morgul wound is fraught with difficulties, some of them due to little flowers.
Frodo walked slowly along the path in the beautiful gardens of Rivendell. It occurred to him that there was so much that was new here, so much that he could learn; flowers and books of history and poems that he could not have possibly imagined. The few times he'd seen Sam during his convalescence, the Gardener had been full of tales of amazing vegetables and new recipes that the Elves had to offer.
He paused for a moment, rubbing his shoulder. It still ached abominably after his ordeal. There was a bench a few metres ahead and he leisurely walked the steps to sit and rest. Frodo leaned forward, rubbing his shoulder for a moment before relaxing. There had been days like this at Bag End.
Before Bilbo had left, they use to go on walks together, to see everything and anything, short morning jaunts and day long journeys had filled the seemingly endless days. Frodo idly plucked a flower from a basket next to the bench and brought it to his face.
It had the most startling yellow blossoms, vibrant and rather oddly shaped, he was sure that he had never seen anything like it in anywhere in The Shire. He sniffed it deeply; its scent was sweet enough. Frodo held onto the arm of the bench as he got up, breathing slowly through the pain in his shoulder. Holding the flower in his hand, he sluggishly walked back towards the compound.
The halls were quiet and filled with sunlight, something about the way it was built; sunlight seemed to stream in constantly. A few doors down the way, Frodo paused and turned into his room. He avoided the bed; he'd spent enough time there; and sat in the chair in front of the window. It was bathed in sunlight and heavily padded. He sank into it with a sigh.
Sometime later he was aware of gentle hands resting on his.
"Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo opened his eyes. Sam was standing to the side, the sun was gone from the window now, but for how long he couldn't tell. There was a steaming platter next to his bed and the whole room felt cozy and warm.
"Mr. Frodo, are you feeling all right?" Frodo groaned internally as Sam reached to feel his forehead. "Your eyes are red, like you've been crying."
Frodo shook his head. "It's all right; I've had a long day. I'll just get some rest now."
Sam looked sceptical, but agreed. He helped Frodo to the bed and left him to change and sleep. "Just call for me if you need anything Mr. Frodo." He muttered, making a note to himself to talk to Lord Elrond if Frodo still looked off in the morning.