Chapter 3
Ice Cream
A/N: Wow! I appreciate all of your kind reviews! They really mean a lot to me & I hope I get more.thanks bunches!
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Frodo slept throughout dinner and supper and only woke up when Bilbo brought him a little treat. "I couldn't have you miss out, lad." The old hobbit said once Frodo was leaning against the headboard. "How do you feel?"
"Not good, Uncle. My throat hurts." Frodo broke into a fit of coughing and Bilbo immediately began rubbing the younger hobbit's back. Primula appeared in the doorway and frowned, not liking the way Frodo appeared at all.
"Dear me.I do believe we should get the healer."
"Do you like chocolate ice cream, Frodo?" Bilbo asked and smiled when Frodo's face lit up.
"Ooh." He said with excitement and accepted the bowl. Bilbo kissed the tweenager on the head and then went to speak with Primula in the corridor.
"He does not look well, Bilbo. He never misses a meal and never two at once! I do think we should get Doctor Narmadoc to look at him. (Dr. Narmadoc, as you can see from my other Frodo/Bilbo/angst story, is a very beloved healer of mine.so I am going to continuously use him. NO reproductions!) If he is in deed ill then we might at least catch it early."
Bilbo rubbed his chin as he heard his nephew break into coughing again. "I'll see if Drogo wouldn't mind going out. Would you mind sitting up with Frodo?"
Primula put her hands on her hips and gave Bilbo an indignant look. "He is my son, Bilbo. Of course I wouldn't mind sitting with him!"
The old hobbit laughed, shaking his head. "My goodness.I am starting to become senial!" He headed into the parlor to fetch Drogo and Primula went to her son's bedside.
"You think he may be ill?" Drogo asked, his face filled with concern after Bilbo asked him.
"He has a nasty cough, Drogo. It would be wise to fetch the healer."
Drogo sighed and lay the newspaper he had been reading on the couch. "It would be my pleasure. Is Primula with him?"
"In deed."
"I'll be back as soon as I can." Drogo put on his cloak and hat before heading out into the blustery fall air.
"Mama.I can't eat another bite." Frodo pushed his ice cream aside with a moan and Primula took the bowl, setting it on the nighttable.
"Let me feel your head, sweetheart." She once again placed a hand against Frodo's forehead and frowned. "You are starting to run a bit of a fever, darling. But not to worry.Papa is out fetching Dr. Narmadoc and he will help you feel better." She brushed his sweaty bangs away from his eyes, trying very hard to ignore the lump that was forming in her throat.
Frodo settled back onto his pillows once again, feeling downright miserable. He was disappointed that he had to come down with something while he was on holiday, but there was nothing he could do about it. Bilbo came back into the room and pulled up a chair on the other side of his bed and smiled thoughtfully. "I am sorry you don't feel well, my boy."
Frodo shrugged. "If anything happens to me.I.I just wanted to let you know that I love you, Uncle Bilbo. So very very much."
Bilbo choked on a sob and embraced the youngster into a tight hug. "Please hurry, Drogo." The old hobbit whispered.
A/N: I could really use some suggestions on how to improve this tale.I feel as though I am rushing it a bit, though I do like the plot idea I came up with (Finally). If any of you have suggestions or ideas please let me know.either e-mail me @ Shirehobbit2002@yahoo.com or post them when you review! Much appreciated!
A/N: Wow! I appreciate all of your kind reviews! They really mean a lot to me & I hope I get more.thanks bunches!
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Frodo slept throughout dinner and supper and only woke up when Bilbo brought him a little treat. "I couldn't have you miss out, lad." The old hobbit said once Frodo was leaning against the headboard. "How do you feel?"
"Not good, Uncle. My throat hurts." Frodo broke into a fit of coughing and Bilbo immediately began rubbing the younger hobbit's back. Primula appeared in the doorway and frowned, not liking the way Frodo appeared at all.
"Dear me.I do believe we should get the healer."
"Do you like chocolate ice cream, Frodo?" Bilbo asked and smiled when Frodo's face lit up.
"Ooh." He said with excitement and accepted the bowl. Bilbo kissed the tweenager on the head and then went to speak with Primula in the corridor.
"He does not look well, Bilbo. He never misses a meal and never two at once! I do think we should get Doctor Narmadoc to look at him. (Dr. Narmadoc, as you can see from my other Frodo/Bilbo/angst story, is a very beloved healer of mine.so I am going to continuously use him. NO reproductions!) If he is in deed ill then we might at least catch it early."
Bilbo rubbed his chin as he heard his nephew break into coughing again. "I'll see if Drogo wouldn't mind going out. Would you mind sitting up with Frodo?"
Primula put her hands on her hips and gave Bilbo an indignant look. "He is my son, Bilbo. Of course I wouldn't mind sitting with him!"
The old hobbit laughed, shaking his head. "My goodness.I am starting to become senial!" He headed into the parlor to fetch Drogo and Primula went to her son's bedside.
"You think he may be ill?" Drogo asked, his face filled with concern after Bilbo asked him.
"He has a nasty cough, Drogo. It would be wise to fetch the healer."
Drogo sighed and lay the newspaper he had been reading on the couch. "It would be my pleasure. Is Primula with him?"
"In deed."
"I'll be back as soon as I can." Drogo put on his cloak and hat before heading out into the blustery fall air.
"Mama.I can't eat another bite." Frodo pushed his ice cream aside with a moan and Primula took the bowl, setting it on the nighttable.
"Let me feel your head, sweetheart." She once again placed a hand against Frodo's forehead and frowned. "You are starting to run a bit of a fever, darling. But not to worry.Papa is out fetching Dr. Narmadoc and he will help you feel better." She brushed his sweaty bangs away from his eyes, trying very hard to ignore the lump that was forming in her throat.
Frodo settled back onto his pillows once again, feeling downright miserable. He was disappointed that he had to come down with something while he was on holiday, but there was nothing he could do about it. Bilbo came back into the room and pulled up a chair on the other side of his bed and smiled thoughtfully. "I am sorry you don't feel well, my boy."
Frodo shrugged. "If anything happens to me.I.I just wanted to let you know that I love you, Uncle Bilbo. So very very much."
Bilbo choked on a sob and embraced the youngster into a tight hug. "Please hurry, Drogo." The old hobbit whispered.
A/N: I could really use some suggestions on how to improve this tale.I feel as though I am rushing it a bit, though I do like the plot idea I came up with (Finally). If any of you have suggestions or ideas please let me know.either e-mail me @ Shirehobbit2002@yahoo.com or post them when you review! Much appreciated!