Chapter 10
Within the next couple of days Sam began to feel better and could walk instead of having to ride the pony. Frodo walked beside Sam in case he felt faint but so far they had nothing to worry about. The only thing left that was a hint of Sam's illness was a slight sniffle and to that Aragorn was quite pleased.
They plodded along and the land became drier and more barren; but mists and vapours lay behind them on the marshes. A few melancholy birds were piping and wailing, until the sun rose high in the sky. They came to a stream that wandered down from the hills to lose itself in the stagnot marshland and they made an undulating ridge, often rising almost to a thousand feet and here and there falling again to low clefts or passes leading into the eastern land beyond. (J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Fellowship of the Ring")
Eventually the group decided to stop when evening fell in a spot under the trees. The wind whistled through the leaves causing them to shiver. "Try and eat." Frodo encouraged Sam, handing him an apple. "You haven't had anything since Bree."
"I'm not really hungry, Mr. Frodo."
"You must keep your strength up, Master Samwise." Aragorn added.
Reluctantly Sam took a bite of the apple and chewed slowly. "Must we stay here?" asked Pippin as he hugged his knees to his chest and leaned closer towards Merry who was working on a piece of seed cake. "It's so creepy."
"It is safest to camp in the forest where we are hidden mostly by trees." The ranger replied.
Sam pulled out a handkerchief and sneezed loudly, causing Pippin to yell and leap into Merry's arms. "Don't let it hurt me!" the young hobbit cried and everyone laughed.
"Sorry Mr. Pippin." Sam apologized sniffing. "Still have a bit of a cold.the sneezin' hasn' left."
Pippin looked at Sam with a raised eyebrow. "Oh."
"I do miss home.my warm bed.when I had a cold my Gaffer used to make me ginger tea." Sam spoke of the comforts of the Shire, which caused the others to sigh.
"I miss home too." Merry admitted, hugging Pippin tight. (They're cousins.I'm not into the slash deal) "What do you miss most, Sam" asked Frodo as he wrapped himself in a blanket.
Sam smiled. "I'd rather not talk about it, Mr. Frodo."
Frodo grinned back. "Why? Is it a someone you miss?"
"Mr. Frodo.I don't want to discuss it."
"Come on, Sam!" Merry encouraged. "Who is it? Who's the lass?"
Sam turned a bright shade of crimson as Aragorn held up his hands. "If Sam does not want to tell us then he doesn't have to."
"Thank you, Strider." Sam told the ranger who winked back.
"Anytime. Now try to fall asleep. I understand that it's cold but we can't risk a fire. Not with those Ringwraiths on our trail."
"Good night," said Merry as he stretched out onto his sleeping roll and gazed up at the stary sky. (I am not going to have them travel to Weathertop till the following morning. Sam's still sick so they need to stop quite a bit so he can rest) After a few coughs and sneezes, Sam finally settled down into his sleeping roll beside Frodo and closed his aching eyes. The last vision he had before sleep took him was a pretty face with very long, curly blonde hair.
Within the next couple of days Sam began to feel better and could walk instead of having to ride the pony. Frodo walked beside Sam in case he felt faint but so far they had nothing to worry about. The only thing left that was a hint of Sam's illness was a slight sniffle and to that Aragorn was quite pleased.
They plodded along and the land became drier and more barren; but mists and vapours lay behind them on the marshes. A few melancholy birds were piping and wailing, until the sun rose high in the sky. They came to a stream that wandered down from the hills to lose itself in the stagnot marshland and they made an undulating ridge, often rising almost to a thousand feet and here and there falling again to low clefts or passes leading into the eastern land beyond. (J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Fellowship of the Ring")
Eventually the group decided to stop when evening fell in a spot under the trees. The wind whistled through the leaves causing them to shiver. "Try and eat." Frodo encouraged Sam, handing him an apple. "You haven't had anything since Bree."
"I'm not really hungry, Mr. Frodo."
"You must keep your strength up, Master Samwise." Aragorn added.
Reluctantly Sam took a bite of the apple and chewed slowly. "Must we stay here?" asked Pippin as he hugged his knees to his chest and leaned closer towards Merry who was working on a piece of seed cake. "It's so creepy."
"It is safest to camp in the forest where we are hidden mostly by trees." The ranger replied.
Sam pulled out a handkerchief and sneezed loudly, causing Pippin to yell and leap into Merry's arms. "Don't let it hurt me!" the young hobbit cried and everyone laughed.
"Sorry Mr. Pippin." Sam apologized sniffing. "Still have a bit of a cold.the sneezin' hasn' left."
Pippin looked at Sam with a raised eyebrow. "Oh."
"I do miss home.my warm bed.when I had a cold my Gaffer used to make me ginger tea." Sam spoke of the comforts of the Shire, which caused the others to sigh.
"I miss home too." Merry admitted, hugging Pippin tight. (They're cousins.I'm not into the slash deal) "What do you miss most, Sam" asked Frodo as he wrapped himself in a blanket.
Sam smiled. "I'd rather not talk about it, Mr. Frodo."
Frodo grinned back. "Why? Is it a someone you miss?"
"Mr. Frodo.I don't want to discuss it."
"Come on, Sam!" Merry encouraged. "Who is it? Who's the lass?"
Sam turned a bright shade of crimson as Aragorn held up his hands. "If Sam does not want to tell us then he doesn't have to."
"Thank you, Strider." Sam told the ranger who winked back.
"Anytime. Now try to fall asleep. I understand that it's cold but we can't risk a fire. Not with those Ringwraiths on our trail."
"Good night," said Merry as he stretched out onto his sleeping roll and gazed up at the stary sky. (I am not going to have them travel to Weathertop till the following morning. Sam's still sick so they need to stop quite a bit so he can rest) After a few coughs and sneezes, Sam finally settled down into his sleeping roll beside Frodo and closed his aching eyes. The last vision he had before sleep took him was a pretty face with very long, curly blonde hair.