Fallen Embers
A/N: Here is my long-awaited pneumonia fic! I'm really hoping it goes well and I, as usual, would like feedback. Thanks!
Disclaimer: All of the characters names and places belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. He is probably rolling over in his grave for what I am doing to his creations, but oh well. And as usual I make no money from these stories- I just write them for my own pleasure. And to entertain you guys. Haha. Enjoy! Please read and review!
Chapter 1
"There we are, Frodo. All nice and warm." Bilbo Baggins wrapped his tweenage nephew in a thick cloak, hat, scarf and mittens. The two hobbits were preparing for the two-day journey home from Brandy Hall, where they had been visiting Frodo's cousins for the past week.
Unfortunately, about three days following the visit, Frodo had come down with a nasty chest cold, which lasted a good four days. The cold was the result of his playing outside in the snow till after dark.
"Are you certain it is wise for the two of you to make that long journey just yet?" Esmerelda Brandybuck, the wife of Saradoc Brandybuck-the Master of Brandy Hall-asked as she knelt down to Frodo's level. "Judging from the smell outside, it appears as though another good snowstorm is on the way."
"The very reason why I would like to get started early." Bilbo replied. "Don't worry about us. Your husband is lending us two ponies for the journey and we should be all right."
The sound of footsteps were heard next and Meriadoc (Merry) Brandybuck, the only child of Esmerelda and Saradoc, came running down the hall. His cheeks were tearstained and he held out his chubby little arms. "Don't leave, Frodo." The lad sobbed, clinging onto his elder cousin with a great amount of affection.
Frodo nearly choked on tears as he hugged Merry back. He always enjoyed coming to visit, for this had been his childhood home-until two years before, when his favorite Uncle, Bilbo, had adopted him and brought him to live at Bag-End in Hobbiton. The reason Bilbo had adopted the lad was this: when Frodo was just twelve, his parents-Drogo and Primula Baggins- had died in a terrible boating accident on the Brandywine river, leaving Frodo an orphan. For nine long years following the tragedy, Frodo remained at Brandy Hall, taken care of by his many Aunts and Uncles.
"I have to, Merry. I know you'll miss me, but I promise I'll come back again." Frodo promised, letting the tears flow.
"You had better get on the road, Bilbo." Saradoc announced, causing each of them to turn around. "The ponies are ready."
Merry sat down on the floor and continued to wail as he watched Bilbo lead his cousin out of the hall.
Once outside, Frodo gasped as the icy, mid-January air hit him. He fought the urge to cough as Saradoc helped him onto the pony. "Are you warm enough, Frodo?" The Master of Brandy Hall asked, watching his nephew take hold of the reins. Bilbo mounted the other pony and turned his head to make sure the tweenager was settled.
"I'm fine, Uncle Saradoc."
"Have a safe trip, lads." Saradoc added and led them to the main gate, watching them ride off.
A/N: Here is my long-awaited pneumonia fic! I'm really hoping it goes well and I, as usual, would like feedback. Thanks!
Disclaimer: All of the characters names and places belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. He is probably rolling over in his grave for what I am doing to his creations, but oh well. And as usual I make no money from these stories- I just write them for my own pleasure. And to entertain you guys. Haha. Enjoy! Please read and review!
Chapter 1
"There we are, Frodo. All nice and warm." Bilbo Baggins wrapped his tweenage nephew in a thick cloak, hat, scarf and mittens. The two hobbits were preparing for the two-day journey home from Brandy Hall, where they had been visiting Frodo's cousins for the past week.
Unfortunately, about three days following the visit, Frodo had come down with a nasty chest cold, which lasted a good four days. The cold was the result of his playing outside in the snow till after dark.
"Are you certain it is wise for the two of you to make that long journey just yet?" Esmerelda Brandybuck, the wife of Saradoc Brandybuck-the Master of Brandy Hall-asked as she knelt down to Frodo's level. "Judging from the smell outside, it appears as though another good snowstorm is on the way."
"The very reason why I would like to get started early." Bilbo replied. "Don't worry about us. Your husband is lending us two ponies for the journey and we should be all right."
The sound of footsteps were heard next and Meriadoc (Merry) Brandybuck, the only child of Esmerelda and Saradoc, came running down the hall. His cheeks were tearstained and he held out his chubby little arms. "Don't leave, Frodo." The lad sobbed, clinging onto his elder cousin with a great amount of affection.
Frodo nearly choked on tears as he hugged Merry back. He always enjoyed coming to visit, for this had been his childhood home-until two years before, when his favorite Uncle, Bilbo, had adopted him and brought him to live at Bag-End in Hobbiton. The reason Bilbo had adopted the lad was this: when Frodo was just twelve, his parents-Drogo and Primula Baggins- had died in a terrible boating accident on the Brandywine river, leaving Frodo an orphan. For nine long years following the tragedy, Frodo remained at Brandy Hall, taken care of by his many Aunts and Uncles.
"I have to, Merry. I know you'll miss me, but I promise I'll come back again." Frodo promised, letting the tears flow.
"You had better get on the road, Bilbo." Saradoc announced, causing each of them to turn around. "The ponies are ready."
Merry sat down on the floor and continued to wail as he watched Bilbo lead his cousin out of the hall.
Once outside, Frodo gasped as the icy, mid-January air hit him. He fought the urge to cough as Saradoc helped him onto the pony. "Are you warm enough, Frodo?" The Master of Brandy Hall asked, watching his nephew take hold of the reins. Bilbo mounted the other pony and turned his head to make sure the tweenager was settled.
"I'm fine, Uncle Saradoc."
"Have a safe trip, lads." Saradoc added and led them to the main gate, watching them ride off.
