Author: Rachel Stonebreaker
Title: Jack of the Lantern
Rating: G
Summary: This story is based on the European myth of Jack and the Lantern, a story about a man who rescues his true love from Hades by using his wits, his friends and a turnip. It's been modified to fit Hobbit fanfiction.
Disclaimer: All hail JRRT, the master. I hope he doesn't mind us playing with his creation. I certainly don't make any money, fame or fortune off of my writings. I WISH I did, but I don't so don't sue me.
Authors Notes: To Hoodwink24 ~ this is a continuation story. Some authors post just a chapter at a time and not the whole story at once. I hope you're checking back periodically to see the new chapters! Guess I learned a lesson on this one... state up front that new chapters will be posted later.
Shirebound ~ I REALLY appreciate the reviews. I live for reviews (pathetic, I know) and you always come through (but feel guilty just because I said that, LOL!!!)
Robin Gurl's INSANE ~ ooooo! I creeped you out! Fantastic! It's gets fairly sappy (as Merry would say) from here on out.
GreyLadyBast ~ I hope I've satisfied your craving for a ghost story?
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~ Chapter 4 ~ As Fate Would Have It
With the story at a close, Sam excused himself, cleared away the tea and set about getting ready for the short walk down the hill to his gaffer's hole. Frodo accompanied him to the kitchen and then into the hall.
"Well, Sam, change that name from Jack's son to Samwise, and I think we could have a true life couple... " Frodo handed Sam his cloak and picked his own from the peg on the wall. They both bundled up against the chill of the late night.
"Oh, no! Not me sir! Don't you go on like that about Miss Rosie and me. Besides, I haven't the courage of that there Jack. Nor the brains to have figured out the way to use that light to keep the demon at bay. " The door closed behind them and they made the short walk to the front gate.
"Don't underestimate yourself, Sam. You're made of strong material. I'd trust you to rescue the whole of Middle Earth if it were needed." Frodo rearranged Sam's cloak to cover his neck a bit more and smoothed the cloth over his shoulders. Sam accepted the ministrations with ease. Frodo was a friend now, more than a master. They did for each other as was necessary to make sure each was comfortable. And they would argue as only best friends could.
"You ought'n not be saying stuff like that, Frodo Baggins. It taint true."
"You leave the judgement of your character to me, Samwise Gamgee. You obviously aren't taking it seriously enough!" Frodo smacked him hard on the shoulder meaning it to be a friendly gaff. It was somewhat harder than intended as it caught Sam off guard and tumbled him to the ground. Frodo reached out and pulled the gardener into an embrace, rubbing the sore spot and muttering an apology. "Oh, Sam, I am so very sorry. That was totally uncalled for!"
"Tweren't but nothing, Sir." When Frodo still look terribly chagrined, Sam added, "ye don't have half me strength, so don't go thinkin' ye kin knock me off me own feet with a tap like that just every day" his accent coming on strong as his awkwardness at his friend's obvious embarrassment mounted.
Frodo's hearty laugh eased the tension Sam was feeling and with a wave and a smile they parted company. Frodo watched Sam walk down the path until he disappeared around the curve of the hill. Pulling his cloak closer, he reentered the smial. Only to find both Bilbo and Pippin asleep by the fire and Merry curled up with a book trying to read by the too dim light.
"Off to bed with you now! And see Pippin to his. Make sure he's bundled and that you check the fire Sam left for you."
"Yes, sir. Do you want any help with Uncle?" Merry unwound from his throw and began to gather up Pippin.
"No, young Meriadoc, that won't be necessary. I can shuffle myself off to my own bed. Though, Frodo, if you'd lend me an arm, I'd appreciate it."
Eventually the story teller and the listeners found themselves safely in their cozy beds, all five of them asleep before the sliver of the moon set in the blue-black sky.
~ End Chapter 4
Title: Jack of the Lantern
Rating: G
Summary: This story is based on the European myth of Jack and the Lantern, a story about a man who rescues his true love from Hades by using his wits, his friends and a turnip. It's been modified to fit Hobbit fanfiction.
Disclaimer: All hail JRRT, the master. I hope he doesn't mind us playing with his creation. I certainly don't make any money, fame or fortune off of my writings. I WISH I did, but I don't so don't sue me.
Authors Notes: To Hoodwink24 ~ this is a continuation story. Some authors post just a chapter at a time and not the whole story at once. I hope you're checking back periodically to see the new chapters! Guess I learned a lesson on this one... state up front that new chapters will be posted later.
Shirebound ~ I REALLY appreciate the reviews. I live for reviews (pathetic, I know) and you always come through (but feel guilty just because I said that, LOL!!!)
Robin Gurl's INSANE ~ ooooo! I creeped you out! Fantastic! It's gets fairly sappy (as Merry would say) from here on out.
GreyLadyBast ~ I hope I've satisfied your craving for a ghost story?
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~ Chapter 4 ~ As Fate Would Have It
With the story at a close, Sam excused himself, cleared away the tea and set about getting ready for the short walk down the hill to his gaffer's hole. Frodo accompanied him to the kitchen and then into the hall.
"Well, Sam, change that name from Jack's son to Samwise, and I think we could have a true life couple... " Frodo handed Sam his cloak and picked his own from the peg on the wall. They both bundled up against the chill of the late night.
"Oh, no! Not me sir! Don't you go on like that about Miss Rosie and me. Besides, I haven't the courage of that there Jack. Nor the brains to have figured out the way to use that light to keep the demon at bay. " The door closed behind them and they made the short walk to the front gate.
"Don't underestimate yourself, Sam. You're made of strong material. I'd trust you to rescue the whole of Middle Earth if it were needed." Frodo rearranged Sam's cloak to cover his neck a bit more and smoothed the cloth over his shoulders. Sam accepted the ministrations with ease. Frodo was a friend now, more than a master. They did for each other as was necessary to make sure each was comfortable. And they would argue as only best friends could.
"You ought'n not be saying stuff like that, Frodo Baggins. It taint true."
"You leave the judgement of your character to me, Samwise Gamgee. You obviously aren't taking it seriously enough!" Frodo smacked him hard on the shoulder meaning it to be a friendly gaff. It was somewhat harder than intended as it caught Sam off guard and tumbled him to the ground. Frodo reached out and pulled the gardener into an embrace, rubbing the sore spot and muttering an apology. "Oh, Sam, I am so very sorry. That was totally uncalled for!"
"Tweren't but nothing, Sir." When Frodo still look terribly chagrined, Sam added, "ye don't have half me strength, so don't go thinkin' ye kin knock me off me own feet with a tap like that just every day" his accent coming on strong as his awkwardness at his friend's obvious embarrassment mounted.
Frodo's hearty laugh eased the tension Sam was feeling and with a wave and a smile they parted company. Frodo watched Sam walk down the path until he disappeared around the curve of the hill. Pulling his cloak closer, he reentered the smial. Only to find both Bilbo and Pippin asleep by the fire and Merry curled up with a book trying to read by the too dim light.
"Off to bed with you now! And see Pippin to his. Make sure he's bundled and that you check the fire Sam left for you."
"Yes, sir. Do you want any help with Uncle?" Merry unwound from his throw and began to gather up Pippin.
"No, young Meriadoc, that won't be necessary. I can shuffle myself off to my own bed. Though, Frodo, if you'd lend me an arm, I'd appreciate it."
Eventually the story teller and the listeners found themselves safely in their cozy beds, all five of them asleep before the sliver of the moon set in the blue-black sky.
~ End Chapter 4