Title: Abyssinia (1/?)
Author: Liz Huisman
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm not a member of the Tolkien estate. I don't own them, never will, and you know what? That's okay. But don't sue, unless you have a thing for suing Iowans with no cash. Whee.
Summary: sequel to 'And the Angels Were Silent' | They all have their memories, and they all have their thoughts.
A/N: This is for every single person who has reviewed 'And the Angels Were Silent'. It took me quite a time to get it out, but I wanted to make sure it was good. This is multiple-part, multiple-POV, set after Frodo's death. All the main characters, and maybe a surprise or two. Enjoy.
P.S. Title a total shout-out to M*A*S*H (exp. – 'Abyssinia, Henry').
Chapter One: Samwise – Not Yet
It's a beautiful autumn here in the Shire, and maybe especially beautiful around Bag End. Everything's just so… perfect. Just the way Mr. Frodo would have liked it.
After the funeral, Mr. Bilbo told me that if anyone was to have Bag End, it should be me, Mr. Frodo's closest and dearest friend, besides himself. He had no intention on staying himself, and he said to me, "Samwise, my lad, if you are to have a large family of your own, and I shall hope that you do, you need a rather large place for them to live. Bag End would be perfect for you, and you shall have it. I wouldn't have it any other way, and neither would my dear Frodo".
It's so lonely around here, though. Mr. Frodo always made this place seem bright, and full of happiness. Now it seems so dark, and…lonely.
When everyone left, a week ago, they all looked so out of sorts. Especially Mr. Merry and Mr. Pippin. At least they didn't have to go alone, though. Mr. Gandalf, along with Misters Legolas, Gimli, Strider, and Bilbo. They'll all travel together, and stay together as long as their roads lead them in the same path, which I think is good.
I'll really miss Mr. Frodo, that's for sure, but it's not as bad, knowing that at least he'll be much happier where he is. He won't have to suffer through any more nightmares, because I know he has been. He won't have to fall ill anymore, on those two days every year. I know he has been, even though he refuses to let me know. I find out anyway. Maybe he'll even get back his finger, which that horrible Gollum creature took away from him.
I hope that he won't have to meet Gollum's spirit, where he is. That'd be just too much, I would think. I hate Gollum, despite of his role in saving Mr. Frodo from himself.
But it's getting late. The sun is falling in the sky, and the moon is peaking out from behind the clouds. I need to run to my Gaffer's, and bring over the rest of my stuff. Somehow, it doesn't feel right, using all of Mr. Frodo's old stuff, and sleeping in Mr. Frodo's large, feather beds, that belonged to Mr. Bilbo before that. Not yet.
Maybe someday, but not yet.
A/N: BTW, these will be short chapters. But I'm sure you noticed from the length of this one. Hope you loved.
