So yes, we're back with Frodo Baggins as the lead. This drabble's based off a story that I started a while ago, but didn't get around to finishing. It should be interesting. :)
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66.) Not what I had in mind
Word Count: 301
Frodo Baggins sat on the hospital bed. He didn't want to do this. This wasn't what he had in mind… actually, this was not what he had in mind. Couldn't he just go home?
"Frodo," one of the nurses showed up. "It's time for you to lay back."
"Will this take long?" Frodo asked. His legs were trembling. "Please. I really should be back at Tol Eressea. My uncle…"
"Can surely wait," the nurse said, moving Frodo onto the bed. "This will help sterilize the wound. This won't take long."
Frodo breathed. POKE! His insides were swirling… he was drifting off to sleep… and entering a vast array of worlds. His vision was shifting. There was Shelob, ready to strike at him. She was just about to… no. She was gone. The venom was leaving his body.
He moved. There was the Nazgul. The wound was so strong… the poison was leaving his body, too.
"Frodo… Frodo!" It was Elrond's voice. Frodo opened his eyes. He was safe and back in the elven healer's house. He was healed. He certainly felt like it.
"Did you have a nice sleep?" Celebrian, Elrond's wife, asked the hobbit.
"I feel better," Frodo said. "That dream started out very strange. I was in a hospital. And then the vision shifted. There was Shelob, but… she and the venom left my body, as did the Nazgul wound. Am I healed?"
"How do you feel?" Elrond asked him.
"Better." Frodo nodded. "Much better."
"Get some rest," Celebrian said.
Frodo nodded again. He would enjoy that sleep, now that he was recovered. Maybe now he could do whatever he wanted, whatever he liked. For now, there was this moment and that's all he needed right now. The point was he was healed. And that was good news indeed.