A Pint of Ginger Tea
A/N: Just a lil' drabble about Pippin comin' down with a little night flu and Frodo attempting to tend to him.
Frodo always had trouble sleeping on the ground, but could sleep through a party once he was out, as Bilbo loved saying. One thing he absolutely couldn't ignore were gags and retches from the woods nearby.
He disentangled himself from his bedroll, hopped over Gimili, and folliwed the pitiful noise of someone being violently sick into a spot inches away from the Fellowship's camp where none other than-
"Pip?"
Pippin had taken a three point stance and was half- dry heaving, half-sobbing as the attack stopped. Frodo, awkwardly but caringly placed a palm of the young one's back.
"What's hurting?"
"Stomach..."
Obviously, Ringbearer... Frodo scolded himself in his mind.
"Go get Mer-" Frodo caught Pippin by the collar as he suddenly threw up again. "Merry...I wan' Merry..."
"Okay, we'll go see Merry..." Frodo said. He halfway dragged Pippin back to his suddenly abandoned bedroll, propped him up with his own cloak around his shoulders, and quietly reached the Brandybuck without fail.
"Merry!"
"Mmmm...s' time to be off already?"
"Pippin's sick and he wants you."
Merry had sprung to his feet and was searching the ground.
"What in Middle-Earth are you doing?" Frodo said, putting the back of his hand on the young Took's forehead as Merry extracted a root from his bag.
"I'm ashamed to say I took a bit of ginger from Elrond while we were in Rivendell. It'll settle his insides down." Merry said.
As Frodo let Pippin lay drooling and pale on his lap, Merry was making a fantastic smelling brew that Frodo was suprised didn't wake the rest of the Fellowship.
"Pip?"
"What?" Pippin whined quietly, looking flushed and ill shivering on Frodo's legs.
"Here's a pint of something, it'll make you feel much better."
Pippin, red eyed and tenative, studied Merry and Frodo as he sipped the tea.
"Good tea, M-merry.." the Took said quietly, yawning and leaning against his older cousin's chest.
"I know, Pippy." Merry said, stroking Pippin's hair a little as he snored on his chest. "I know."