Chapter 8
There for you
Disclaimer: I almost forgot to put one of these! All of the characters name's and places belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I am not making any money off of these (it would be cool to see it in print for real but it wouldn't be fair to the original author! It's not like I could ask him for permission to reproduce lol).just having lots of fun.
A/N: Please R&R!
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Bilbo entered the kitchen to see Merry and Pippin sitting at the small round table laughing over a joke one of them must have told. "Where is your father, Merry?" asked Bilbo as he wiped a few tears from his eyes.
"He's in the parlor."
Bilbo went into the living room and sure enough the other adults were lounging around on the sofa chatting. "Saradoc? Could I have a word with you in private?" Bilbo asked. Saradoc glanced at Esmerelda before standing up to follow Bilbo into the hallway.
"Frodo wants me to sit with him so I wanted to know if you would not mind serving breakfast?"
Saradoc smiled. "Of course I wouldn't mind. How is he feeling?"
"Not any better. He just threw up."
"Oh dear." Saradoc clucked his tongue and shook his head. "Go and sit with him.I'll take care of the breakfast."
Bilbo nodded. "Thank you. If you need anything let me know."
Saradoc headed into the parlor to announce that breakfast was ready and Bilbo went back into Frodo's room. "I'm here, my boy." The old hobbit comforted the younger one and sat down.
"Uncle Bilbo?" Frodo asked. "Can you sing me a song?"
"A song, eh?" Bilbo grinned. "What song would you like to hear?"
"I like the one about Princess Mee," Frodo replied.
"All right then." Bilbo cleared his throat.
"Little Princess Mee Lovely was she As in elven-song is told: She had pearls in hair All threaded fair; Of gossamer shot with gold Was her kerchief made, And a silver braid Of stars about her throat. Of moth-web light All moonlit-white She wore a woven coat, And round her kirtle Was bound a girdle Sewn with diamond dew. (J.R.R. Tolkien's "Princess Mee"-can be found in "The Tolkien Reader")
Frodo sneezed loudly and coughed thankfully receiving a fresh handkerchief from his Uncle. Bilbo stroked Frodo's dark curls and thought back to happier times when Frodo romped around outside in the garden with little Samwise Gamgee pretending to be Elves. "I want to feel better, Uncle." Frodo whimpered.
"I know you do. I want you to feel better as well, lad."
"Is the winter ever going to end?" Frodo asked in a weak voice. "Winters seem so long."
Bilbo took Frodo's little hand in his own. "I know they do.and they must seem long for you especially. I wish that for just one that you could be happy and healthy and enjoy it as many of the younger hobbits around here do."
Frodo closed his bright blue eyes. "I wish so too."
"Get some rest, Frodo.let me go and check on the others." Bilbo gave Frodo a kiss on the forehead before heading out of the bedroom. He was just entering the hallway to see Esmerelda carrying a plate filled with food.
"Oh.I was just bringing this to you. Almost forgetting your own breakfast, eh?" she teased, handing Bilbo the plate and a cup of coffee.
"I was going to see what the five of you were up to."
"Nothing really. Paladin and Saradoc are back trying to dig a tunnel through the snow but they aren't getting very far." Esmerelda chuckled. "What a holiday this is going to be!"
Bilbo smiled. "Yes in deed."
Both adults turned to hear two sets of hobbit feet thumping down the hallway as Merry and Pippin approached.
"Shhh! You'll wake your cousin!" Esmerelda hissed.
"Sorry." Apologized Merry stopping in his tracks. "Uncle Bilbo.Pippin wants to hear a story."
"Will you tell us the one about your riding on the barrells?" Pippin added grinning.
"Not today Peregrin. Your cousin is feeling lousy and wishes that I be there with him. Perhaps another time."
Pippin nodded in understanding. "Can we see Frodo?" he asked.
Bilbo looked at Esmerelda who raised an eyebrow. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to say hello for a few moments."
Merry and Pippin hurried the rest of the way down the corridor and entered Frodo's room. They both stopped at the foot of his bed to see that he was sound asleep. Neither of the little hobbits made a single sound for fear of waking Frodo but only gave each other knowing glances.
Back out in the hallway, Esmerelda comforted Bilbo who had broken down, sobbing quietly. "You are doing what you can for the boy, Bilbo. He has always been very weak for one his age." She placed a hand on the old hobbit's shoulder. "Perhaps you had better lay down and rest a bit.you look tired to death."
Bilbo shook his head. "I need to be with him.he told me it makes him feel better when I am there."
Esmerelda folded her hands and watched as the old hobbit's shoulders shook with his sobs. "Mama?" Merry whispered, peering out of Frodo's room. Bilbo quickly wiped his eyes and turned.
"Yes dear?" asked Esmerelda with a soft frown.
"Pippin wants to tell Frodo a story.do you think that would help him feel better?"
"A story? I suppose if you told it quietly.what do you think, Bilbo?"
Bilbo nodded. "Of course, of course.perhaps I had better lay down. I'll be back in an hour or so."
Esmerelda went in with Merry and Pippin and sat in the corner while the other two hobbits sat in chairs beside Frodo's bed. "This is pretty funny," Pippin whispered. "My cat got lost the other day and when I went to find it I ran into Myrtle Burrows.you know her.and the two of us found the cat at the same time.whacked heads and everything! She said to me "Oh! I didn't realize this was yours!" and I said "Yes.I lost him." and she said."
Merry sat beside Pippin trying to remain as cheerful as possible through his grief. Frodo, besides Pippin, had been one of Merry's greatest friends. He had the thought in the back of his mind that if he had ever lost Frodo. 'Oh sweet Elbereth,' he thought. 'Please spare Frodo.we both love him too much to loose him.' He prayed, placing a small hand on Pippin's shoulder.
Disclaimer: I almost forgot to put one of these! All of the characters name's and places belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I am not making any money off of these (it would be cool to see it in print for real but it wouldn't be fair to the original author! It's not like I could ask him for permission to reproduce lol).just having lots of fun.
A/N: Please R&R!
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Bilbo entered the kitchen to see Merry and Pippin sitting at the small round table laughing over a joke one of them must have told. "Where is your father, Merry?" asked Bilbo as he wiped a few tears from his eyes.
"He's in the parlor."
Bilbo went into the living room and sure enough the other adults were lounging around on the sofa chatting. "Saradoc? Could I have a word with you in private?" Bilbo asked. Saradoc glanced at Esmerelda before standing up to follow Bilbo into the hallway.
"Frodo wants me to sit with him so I wanted to know if you would not mind serving breakfast?"
Saradoc smiled. "Of course I wouldn't mind. How is he feeling?"
"Not any better. He just threw up."
"Oh dear." Saradoc clucked his tongue and shook his head. "Go and sit with him.I'll take care of the breakfast."
Bilbo nodded. "Thank you. If you need anything let me know."
Saradoc headed into the parlor to announce that breakfast was ready and Bilbo went back into Frodo's room. "I'm here, my boy." The old hobbit comforted the younger one and sat down.
"Uncle Bilbo?" Frodo asked. "Can you sing me a song?"
"A song, eh?" Bilbo grinned. "What song would you like to hear?"
"I like the one about Princess Mee," Frodo replied.
"All right then." Bilbo cleared his throat.
"Little Princess Mee Lovely was she As in elven-song is told: She had pearls in hair All threaded fair; Of gossamer shot with gold Was her kerchief made, And a silver braid Of stars about her throat. Of moth-web light All moonlit-white She wore a woven coat, And round her kirtle Was bound a girdle Sewn with diamond dew. (J.R.R. Tolkien's "Princess Mee"-can be found in "The Tolkien Reader")
Frodo sneezed loudly and coughed thankfully receiving a fresh handkerchief from his Uncle. Bilbo stroked Frodo's dark curls and thought back to happier times when Frodo romped around outside in the garden with little Samwise Gamgee pretending to be Elves. "I want to feel better, Uncle." Frodo whimpered.
"I know you do. I want you to feel better as well, lad."
"Is the winter ever going to end?" Frodo asked in a weak voice. "Winters seem so long."
Bilbo took Frodo's little hand in his own. "I know they do.and they must seem long for you especially. I wish that for just one that you could be happy and healthy and enjoy it as many of the younger hobbits around here do."
Frodo closed his bright blue eyes. "I wish so too."
"Get some rest, Frodo.let me go and check on the others." Bilbo gave Frodo a kiss on the forehead before heading out of the bedroom. He was just entering the hallway to see Esmerelda carrying a plate filled with food.
"Oh.I was just bringing this to you. Almost forgetting your own breakfast, eh?" she teased, handing Bilbo the plate and a cup of coffee.
"I was going to see what the five of you were up to."
"Nothing really. Paladin and Saradoc are back trying to dig a tunnel through the snow but they aren't getting very far." Esmerelda chuckled. "What a holiday this is going to be!"
Bilbo smiled. "Yes in deed."
Both adults turned to hear two sets of hobbit feet thumping down the hallway as Merry and Pippin approached.
"Shhh! You'll wake your cousin!" Esmerelda hissed.
"Sorry." Apologized Merry stopping in his tracks. "Uncle Bilbo.Pippin wants to hear a story."
"Will you tell us the one about your riding on the barrells?" Pippin added grinning.
"Not today Peregrin. Your cousin is feeling lousy and wishes that I be there with him. Perhaps another time."
Pippin nodded in understanding. "Can we see Frodo?" he asked.
Bilbo looked at Esmerelda who raised an eyebrow. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to say hello for a few moments."
Merry and Pippin hurried the rest of the way down the corridor and entered Frodo's room. They both stopped at the foot of his bed to see that he was sound asleep. Neither of the little hobbits made a single sound for fear of waking Frodo but only gave each other knowing glances.
Back out in the hallway, Esmerelda comforted Bilbo who had broken down, sobbing quietly. "You are doing what you can for the boy, Bilbo. He has always been very weak for one his age." She placed a hand on the old hobbit's shoulder. "Perhaps you had better lay down and rest a bit.you look tired to death."
Bilbo shook his head. "I need to be with him.he told me it makes him feel better when I am there."
Esmerelda folded her hands and watched as the old hobbit's shoulders shook with his sobs. "Mama?" Merry whispered, peering out of Frodo's room. Bilbo quickly wiped his eyes and turned.
"Yes dear?" asked Esmerelda with a soft frown.
"Pippin wants to tell Frodo a story.do you think that would help him feel better?"
"A story? I suppose if you told it quietly.what do you think, Bilbo?"
Bilbo nodded. "Of course, of course.perhaps I had better lay down. I'll be back in an hour or so."
Esmerelda went in with Merry and Pippin and sat in the corner while the other two hobbits sat in chairs beside Frodo's bed. "This is pretty funny," Pippin whispered. "My cat got lost the other day and when I went to find it I ran into Myrtle Burrows.you know her.and the two of us found the cat at the same time.whacked heads and everything! She said to me "Oh! I didn't realize this was yours!" and I said "Yes.I lost him." and she said."
Merry sat beside Pippin trying to remain as cheerful as possible through his grief. Frodo, besides Pippin, had been one of Merry's greatest friends. He had the thought in the back of his mind that if he had ever lost Frodo. 'Oh sweet Elbereth,' he thought. 'Please spare Frodo.we both love him too much to loose him.' He prayed, placing a small hand on Pippin's shoulder.