Chapter 13 – Crying in Dreams
The next 10 days were the happiest of Robin's life. Sam and Rose had welcomed her with open arms and she had no problem fitting into the small family. She helped Rose with the housework and cooking, even though Frodo insisted she didn't, and also helped look after Elanor to who she was becoming quite devoted. But her most blissful times were those spent with Frodo. Whether it was just sitting quietly in one another's company or hosting rowdy dinner parties. But most of all she loved just to touch him, the feel of his skin on hers, the passion she felt was incomparable to anything. She burned at his touch and when they came together nothing had ever felt so right.
It was the evening of the 12th March, the spring sun had already faded away leaving the land to sleep until woken again by the warmth of a new season. Robin and Frodo were led together in bed. Frodo was anxious and somewhat intense. Robin could sense that there was something wrong with him. He was usually so attentive, lingering unhurriedly till she felt every nerve in her body was screaming with desire. But tonight he had been different almost animal like. His hands had grabbed at her clothes, ripping them from her body. He didn't speak just pushed against her like a rising tide until finally consumed by longing she had yielded to him. Then he had been fervent like he was crazed by passion. Taking her roughly as though he couldn't wait to have her surrounding him. And as she dragged her nails down his back he screamed her name, until finally spent, he slumped on her breast gasping for breath.
Now he held her to him, lightly stroking her hair.
"Meleth tiel, Aewen i menel" he whispered
"You speak in a tongue I do not understand, what did that mean?" she said to him
"Aewen i menel is your name in elvish, translated it means 'free spirit'" he told her "Meleth tiel means 'I love you' "
"Tell me Frodo what is wrong? There is a change in you that I have never felt before" she looked earnestly at him.
"It is nothing" he said dismissively, then turning over so he was looking down on her he said "Tell me that you love me"
"I love you," she said
"And that you won't go away?"
"I won't….. Frodo believe me I love you"
"I believe you" he said quietly.
Robin watched him until he fell asleep and his breathing was light then her confused mind grew weary and she too gave way to sleep.
Robin woke suddenly, something had disturbed her slumber. She turned to see Frodo rising out of the bed but as soon as his feet touched the floor he collapsed landing heavily on his side. Robin screamed.
"FRODO" she scrambled quickly to the other side of the bed, crouching down to help him. His eyes were shut and he was shaking.
"FRODO" she screamed again. She grabbed his hand but dropped it quickly when she realised that it was cold. She sobbed wildly, calling his name but her screams were less, choked by the tears. Still there was no response, she wheeled round groping blindly for the door. She couldn't see anything but she felt strong arms catch her before she fell and Sam's gentle voice whispering to her.
"Frodo" was all she could manage
"Its OK" soothed Sam "I will see to Frodo, you go with Rosie"
Robin felt herself being led away but her head screamed in pain desperately wanting to know what was wrong with her lover.
An hour later Sam found her sat in the parlor, the windows shuttered, the room was in darkness. Robin was huddled in a chair with her arms wrapped around herself. She raised her head as Sam entered the room and he could see the pain etched in her face. Her eyes were swollen from crying and her face dirty from where she had tried to rub the tears away.
"What is wrong with him?" her voice was thick with emotion. Sam pulled up a chair and sat next to her. He reached over to take her hand but she cringed back her eyes wild.
"Just tell me what's wrong"
"Robin before I tell you this, believe me Frodo is going to be OK"
Robin searched Sam's face looking for any hidden emotion that would belie his words but all she saw was painful honesty. Sam continued. "I need to tell you this but do not reveal to Frodo that I have. It is a private affair between the two of us but I think you should know. One year ago on this day my master and myself had escaped the tunnels of Torech Ungol, the spider's lair. But we had been betrayed and she was too quick for me" Sam hesitated as the painful memories came back to him. Robin reached over putting a tentative hand on his knee, Sam grimaced finding it hard to put in to words what he and Frodo had been through. "I was attacked by that loathsome creature Gollum, though I pity him now, and She got to Frodo felling him with a paralysing sting.
I could not help him though I tried, Robin I tried so hard to bring him to life. I thought all was lost, that evil had succeeded. I would gladly have lain down my life as well as that moment"
"But you carried on?" said Robin remembering vaguely the snippets of the story that Pip had told her.
"Yes" replied Sam "But at a dear cost, Frodo experience torture like you could never imagine, locked in that dark tower. But I shall say nothing else for it is for him to tell you more. That sting that Frodo received has stayed with him and shall stay with him for life. It is a dark force that he is feeling today, it is a memory that has scarred him physical. But for one day will he feel this and tomorrow he shall be well again. Do not worry for him Robin for it is a place that you cannot go, I feel this also because I love him too. Go to him and wait, it is all that you can do"
Robin stood and gazed at Sam, wanting to go to Frodo but scared of what she may find.
Sam nodded confirming that she should go. She walked slowly out the room following the passage that led to hers and Frodo's quarters. Rose was just leaving the room as Robin approached.
"He is resting" said Rose answering Robin's silent question. "He may not acknowledge you are there but I think it will help if you are"
Robin nodded, and taking a breath stepped into the room.
Frodo was led on the bed the sheets pulled up to his chest. There was a bowl of water and a cloth next to the bed. His face was pale and his breathing was laborious but he didn't seem to be in any pain. Robin sat in the chair taking his hand in hers. His skin was still cold to touch and she sobbed as she held it. "Oh Frodo, I cannot bear to see you like this. Come back to me please."
She laid her head on the bed weeping until exhausted she fell asleep.
She was roused by Frodo talking in his sleep. His faced looked pained and he was muttering something about 'it being gone'. She leant over him straining to catch the words when suddenly his eyes flew open. She jumped back startled, tripping over the chair.
He gazed vacantly at the ceiling as Robin looked on in horror. She couldn't move, she was paralysed with fear. Without warning, Frodo let out a heart- wrenching cry.
"No you cannot, you cannot take it" he screamed, his arms wrashing wildly.
That brought Robin back to herself and she ran over to the bed. She held Frodo's arms down trying to calm him. It was not long before he had slipped back in to quiet unconsciousness and Robin collapsed into the chair breathing heavily too shocked and scared to cry.
The next 10 days were the happiest of Robin's life. Sam and Rose had welcomed her with open arms and she had no problem fitting into the small family. She helped Rose with the housework and cooking, even though Frodo insisted she didn't, and also helped look after Elanor to who she was becoming quite devoted. But her most blissful times were those spent with Frodo. Whether it was just sitting quietly in one another's company or hosting rowdy dinner parties. But most of all she loved just to touch him, the feel of his skin on hers, the passion she felt was incomparable to anything. She burned at his touch and when they came together nothing had ever felt so right.
It was the evening of the 12th March, the spring sun had already faded away leaving the land to sleep until woken again by the warmth of a new season. Robin and Frodo were led together in bed. Frodo was anxious and somewhat intense. Robin could sense that there was something wrong with him. He was usually so attentive, lingering unhurriedly till she felt every nerve in her body was screaming with desire. But tonight he had been different almost animal like. His hands had grabbed at her clothes, ripping them from her body. He didn't speak just pushed against her like a rising tide until finally consumed by longing she had yielded to him. Then he had been fervent like he was crazed by passion. Taking her roughly as though he couldn't wait to have her surrounding him. And as she dragged her nails down his back he screamed her name, until finally spent, he slumped on her breast gasping for breath.
Now he held her to him, lightly stroking her hair.
"Meleth tiel, Aewen i menel" he whispered
"You speak in a tongue I do not understand, what did that mean?" she said to him
"Aewen i menel is your name in elvish, translated it means 'free spirit'" he told her "Meleth tiel means 'I love you' "
"Tell me Frodo what is wrong? There is a change in you that I have never felt before" she looked earnestly at him.
"It is nothing" he said dismissively, then turning over so he was looking down on her he said "Tell me that you love me"
"I love you," she said
"And that you won't go away?"
"I won't….. Frodo believe me I love you"
"I believe you" he said quietly.
Robin watched him until he fell asleep and his breathing was light then her confused mind grew weary and she too gave way to sleep.
Robin woke suddenly, something had disturbed her slumber. She turned to see Frodo rising out of the bed but as soon as his feet touched the floor he collapsed landing heavily on his side. Robin screamed.
"FRODO" she scrambled quickly to the other side of the bed, crouching down to help him. His eyes were shut and he was shaking.
"FRODO" she screamed again. She grabbed his hand but dropped it quickly when she realised that it was cold. She sobbed wildly, calling his name but her screams were less, choked by the tears. Still there was no response, she wheeled round groping blindly for the door. She couldn't see anything but she felt strong arms catch her before she fell and Sam's gentle voice whispering to her.
"Frodo" was all she could manage
"Its OK" soothed Sam "I will see to Frodo, you go with Rosie"
Robin felt herself being led away but her head screamed in pain desperately wanting to know what was wrong with her lover.
An hour later Sam found her sat in the parlor, the windows shuttered, the room was in darkness. Robin was huddled in a chair with her arms wrapped around herself. She raised her head as Sam entered the room and he could see the pain etched in her face. Her eyes were swollen from crying and her face dirty from where she had tried to rub the tears away.
"What is wrong with him?" her voice was thick with emotion. Sam pulled up a chair and sat next to her. He reached over to take her hand but she cringed back her eyes wild.
"Just tell me what's wrong"
"Robin before I tell you this, believe me Frodo is going to be OK"
Robin searched Sam's face looking for any hidden emotion that would belie his words but all she saw was painful honesty. Sam continued. "I need to tell you this but do not reveal to Frodo that I have. It is a private affair between the two of us but I think you should know. One year ago on this day my master and myself had escaped the tunnels of Torech Ungol, the spider's lair. But we had been betrayed and she was too quick for me" Sam hesitated as the painful memories came back to him. Robin reached over putting a tentative hand on his knee, Sam grimaced finding it hard to put in to words what he and Frodo had been through. "I was attacked by that loathsome creature Gollum, though I pity him now, and She got to Frodo felling him with a paralysing sting.
I could not help him though I tried, Robin I tried so hard to bring him to life. I thought all was lost, that evil had succeeded. I would gladly have lain down my life as well as that moment"
"But you carried on?" said Robin remembering vaguely the snippets of the story that Pip had told her.
"Yes" replied Sam "But at a dear cost, Frodo experience torture like you could never imagine, locked in that dark tower. But I shall say nothing else for it is for him to tell you more. That sting that Frodo received has stayed with him and shall stay with him for life. It is a dark force that he is feeling today, it is a memory that has scarred him physical. But for one day will he feel this and tomorrow he shall be well again. Do not worry for him Robin for it is a place that you cannot go, I feel this also because I love him too. Go to him and wait, it is all that you can do"
Robin stood and gazed at Sam, wanting to go to Frodo but scared of what she may find.
Sam nodded confirming that she should go. She walked slowly out the room following the passage that led to hers and Frodo's quarters. Rose was just leaving the room as Robin approached.
"He is resting" said Rose answering Robin's silent question. "He may not acknowledge you are there but I think it will help if you are"
Robin nodded, and taking a breath stepped into the room.
Frodo was led on the bed the sheets pulled up to his chest. There was a bowl of water and a cloth next to the bed. His face was pale and his breathing was laborious but he didn't seem to be in any pain. Robin sat in the chair taking his hand in hers. His skin was still cold to touch and she sobbed as she held it. "Oh Frodo, I cannot bear to see you like this. Come back to me please."
She laid her head on the bed weeping until exhausted she fell asleep.
She was roused by Frodo talking in his sleep. His faced looked pained and he was muttering something about 'it being gone'. She leant over him straining to catch the words when suddenly his eyes flew open. She jumped back startled, tripping over the chair.
He gazed vacantly at the ceiling as Robin looked on in horror. She couldn't move, she was paralysed with fear. Without warning, Frodo let out a heart- wrenching cry.
"No you cannot, you cannot take it" he screamed, his arms wrashing wildly.
That brought Robin back to herself and she ran over to the bed. She held Frodo's arms down trying to calm him. It was not long before he had slipped back in to quiet unconsciousness and Robin collapsed into the chair breathing heavily too shocked and scared to cry.
