A/N: You do need to have read all of the books, as well as Master Tolkien's notes in the back of Return of the King for this fic. Frodo does get sick, on anniversaries of Shelob poisoning him as well as when the Ringwraith stabbed him. For the sake of this fic, it continues after he enters Valinor.

"The wound will never fully heal. He will carry it for the rest of his life." - Gandalf

Frodo tried to read the clock on the shelf. His vision was blurry and he felt horrid. He had tried to call for Sam, but his voice could barely go above a whisper. His shoulder throbbed. He had felt bad on certain days before, but never this bad. He couldn't remember what day it was, or if he had been expecting a bad day. Frodo closed his eyes and tried to make the world stop spinning so fast around him.

Sam and Elrond went over to Frodo's house while Gimli and Legolas went to see Galadriel and Celeborn before finding homes themselves. Sam knocked on the door and got no reply. They entered anyway and found the house empty. "He hasn't even had breakfast yet! It's almost noon now." Sam looked around. "It seems that he hasn't even gotten up yet, Sam. Let's see if he's in his room." Elrond walked over to the door. He knew Frodo well enough now that Frodo didn't mind if he came in unannounced. "Frodo? Are you well?" Elrond called as he knocked on Frodo's bedroom door. No reply. Sam opened the door and entered first. "Mister Frodo?" They saw Frodo still in bed. He was deathly pale and seemed to have trouble breathing. Elrond sat on the edge of the bed and carefully pulled the sheets back. Frodo's nightshirt was partially open and his shoulder was showing. The scar from the ringwraith's blade was red and swollen. Elrond carefully placed the back of his hand on Frodo's forehead. The hobbit had an extremely high fever. Elrond quickly got up and began searching for the bag of herbs that Frodo used to ease the symptoms. Sam went to make a tea to ease the raging fever. When Elrond finally located the herbs and returned to Frodo's room, he found that Frodo's breathing was substantially worse. He was gasping for air and the sound reminded Elrond horribly of when Frodo had first come to Rivendell on Arwen's horse. Sam brought in a steaming kettle. The tea was quickly made but Frodo was unable to drink it. Elrond sent Sam out to get some of his assistants and supplies. Sam returned ten minutes later with four Elves and two large bags. Frodo had stabilized, but was still very ill. "He's never gotten this ill, I do not understand." Elrond mumbled to himself as he prepared to use a soft tube to give some of the tea and other medications to Frodo. He spoke quietly in elven to Frodo to calm him. He doubted that Frodo was coherent enough to understand anyway. Frodo didn't fight the tube going down his throat, which worried Elrond. Even elves who were too weak to even open their eyes fought the tube, it was a natural reaction. Elrond set a funnel on top of the tube and poured in some of the tea carefully. The tea was actually partially kingsfoil and part peppermint. Elrond checked to make sure the tube wasn't hindering Frodo's breathing before going to give his assistants tasks. He sent one to get more herbs, one began preparing a simple meal that could be tube-fed, one went to get water and a basin, and the last was sent to tell his colleagues at the Healer Hall that he would be there a while. He told Sam to stay outside out of the way until Elrond had finished. Sam wasn't happy, but he was assured that if there were any way for him to help, Elrond would tell him. Sam left depressed and sat on Frodo's doorstep.