Chapter 5
Beneset
A/N: Frodo is not going to come down with Scarlet Fever, but that was a good guess! I won't tell you what he will come down with-I don't want to spoil the tale! Anyway-onward all! Keep reading & reviewing.thanks!
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"Do I have to?"
Primula stroked Frodo's damp curls and watched as Bilbo poured a teaspoon of the medicine prescribed by Dr. Narmadoc. Drogo, who sat in another chair beside his wife, gave Frodo's small hand a squeeze. "It'll be all right, son. The medicne will help cool your fever." He glanced at Bilbo, worry in his eyes as Frodo obediently opened his mouth.
"In we go." Said Bilbo, feeding the little one. Almost immediately Frodo choked and spit out the medicine, his nose wrinkling. "Or not." Bilbo sighed, taking a clean handkerchief and cleaning up the mess.
"What WAS that?" Frodo gasped.
"Beneset." Drogo explained, wiping a bit of the liquid from his shirt. "Frodo-I know it doesn't taste good, but you must take it.doctor's orders."
Frodo put on a pout and folded his arms across his chest. "NO!" he shouted before shocking them all and sliding off of the bed, bolting out of the room. Primula, Drogo and Bilbo stared at each other as the footsteps grew fainter and fainter.
"Oh dear." Bilbo muttered with a shake of his head.
Frodo dashed down the corridor and into Bilbo's study and shut himself in the closet. "They'll never find me in here," he said to himself as he sat down on the closet floor on top of a pile of books. Though it was stifling hot in his position, Frodo still felt very cold and hugged his knees to his chest, trying to keep warm.
"Where could he possibly be?" Primula asked as she helped Drogo and Bilbo search the rooms. Bilbo laughed.
"Not far, Prim. I've locked the front door just as a precaution."
Primula placed a hand over her heart and took a deep breath. "Well," she gasped. "At least that's a relief!"
When all of the bedrooms had been searched, they made their way towards the study. Just before they reached it Drogo placed a hand on Primula's shoulder and pointed forward. She smiled when she saw that the door to the study had been left open.clearly by a little forgetful hobbitlad. "Hmm." Thought Bilbo aloud. "I thought I had closed that." He turned to the other two and smiled. "You two go back to Frodo's room.I'll see what I can do to get him out."
"All right." Primula led Drogo away and Bilbo entered the study, quite as a churchmouse. After a few moments of silence a loud sneeze erupted and the door to the closet trembled.
"Frodo?" asked Bilbo after he heard the sniffling that followed. "Are you hiding in the closet?"
"No." Came the curt reply.
Bilbo walked over and opened the door, revealing the pale form of his nephew. "My dear lad.you musn't run off like that. Not when you're ill."
Frodo's lower lip trembled. "I don't want to take the icky stuff, Uncle."
Bilbo lifted Frodo into his arms. "I know you don't, my boy. But we would never give you something that wouldn't be useful."
Frodo heaved a sigh and leaned against Bilbo's shoulder. "I know." He whispered hoarsely. Bilbo kissed Frodo's cheek.
"You'll take it then? If not for Mama and Papa, then for me?"
Frodo nodded and Bilbo carried him out of the room, shut the door and went to join Drogo and Primula, who was beside herself. "Don't run off like that again, Frodo! You had your father and I worried sick!" she cried, taking the burden from Bilbo's arms. "Oh my baby.you're burning up." She placed the back of her hand against his cheek before putting him right back under the covers. "Please honey.take just a tiny bit of this medicine? Then we won't bother you anymore about it."
Frodo coughed and nodded. "Okay." He whimpered.
Primula turned to Bilbo as Drogo refilled the spoon and mouthed "Thank you." Bilbo smiled and mouthed "You're welcome." In reply before heading into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of tea. From where he stood at the stove he could hear Frodo vomiting: one of the major side effects from the Beneset, and sighed. "Poor little lad." The old hobbit muttered as he took out four china teacups with rose print.
A/N: So what do you think? Huh? Huh? Any suggestions? Any ideas? I actually wrote this chapter at work the other night.I'm a cashier @ Hallmark & of course we were really slow so I just yoinked a few pieces of computer paper & wallah! Instant chapter! *giggle* Not the best place to work on a story but hey.it gave me something to do during the really slow times. Anyway.PLEASE read and review! Thanks bunches! ~Hermione Eveningfall.
A/N: Frodo is not going to come down with Scarlet Fever, but that was a good guess! I won't tell you what he will come down with-I don't want to spoil the tale! Anyway-onward all! Keep reading & reviewing.thanks!
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"Do I have to?"
Primula stroked Frodo's damp curls and watched as Bilbo poured a teaspoon of the medicine prescribed by Dr. Narmadoc. Drogo, who sat in another chair beside his wife, gave Frodo's small hand a squeeze. "It'll be all right, son. The medicne will help cool your fever." He glanced at Bilbo, worry in his eyes as Frodo obediently opened his mouth.
"In we go." Said Bilbo, feeding the little one. Almost immediately Frodo choked and spit out the medicine, his nose wrinkling. "Or not." Bilbo sighed, taking a clean handkerchief and cleaning up the mess.
"What WAS that?" Frodo gasped.
"Beneset." Drogo explained, wiping a bit of the liquid from his shirt. "Frodo-I know it doesn't taste good, but you must take it.doctor's orders."
Frodo put on a pout and folded his arms across his chest. "NO!" he shouted before shocking them all and sliding off of the bed, bolting out of the room. Primula, Drogo and Bilbo stared at each other as the footsteps grew fainter and fainter.
"Oh dear." Bilbo muttered with a shake of his head.
Frodo dashed down the corridor and into Bilbo's study and shut himself in the closet. "They'll never find me in here," he said to himself as he sat down on the closet floor on top of a pile of books. Though it was stifling hot in his position, Frodo still felt very cold and hugged his knees to his chest, trying to keep warm.
"Where could he possibly be?" Primula asked as she helped Drogo and Bilbo search the rooms. Bilbo laughed.
"Not far, Prim. I've locked the front door just as a precaution."
Primula placed a hand over her heart and took a deep breath. "Well," she gasped. "At least that's a relief!"
When all of the bedrooms had been searched, they made their way towards the study. Just before they reached it Drogo placed a hand on Primula's shoulder and pointed forward. She smiled when she saw that the door to the study had been left open.clearly by a little forgetful hobbitlad. "Hmm." Thought Bilbo aloud. "I thought I had closed that." He turned to the other two and smiled. "You two go back to Frodo's room.I'll see what I can do to get him out."
"All right." Primula led Drogo away and Bilbo entered the study, quite as a churchmouse. After a few moments of silence a loud sneeze erupted and the door to the closet trembled.
"Frodo?" asked Bilbo after he heard the sniffling that followed. "Are you hiding in the closet?"
"No." Came the curt reply.
Bilbo walked over and opened the door, revealing the pale form of his nephew. "My dear lad.you musn't run off like that. Not when you're ill."
Frodo's lower lip trembled. "I don't want to take the icky stuff, Uncle."
Bilbo lifted Frodo into his arms. "I know you don't, my boy. But we would never give you something that wouldn't be useful."
Frodo heaved a sigh and leaned against Bilbo's shoulder. "I know." He whispered hoarsely. Bilbo kissed Frodo's cheek.
"You'll take it then? If not for Mama and Papa, then for me?"
Frodo nodded and Bilbo carried him out of the room, shut the door and went to join Drogo and Primula, who was beside herself. "Don't run off like that again, Frodo! You had your father and I worried sick!" she cried, taking the burden from Bilbo's arms. "Oh my baby.you're burning up." She placed the back of her hand against his cheek before putting him right back under the covers. "Please honey.take just a tiny bit of this medicine? Then we won't bother you anymore about it."
Frodo coughed and nodded. "Okay." He whimpered.
Primula turned to Bilbo as Drogo refilled the spoon and mouthed "Thank you." Bilbo smiled and mouthed "You're welcome." In reply before heading into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of tea. From where he stood at the stove he could hear Frodo vomiting: one of the major side effects from the Beneset, and sighed. "Poor little lad." The old hobbit muttered as he took out four china teacups with rose print.
A/N: So what do you think? Huh? Huh? Any suggestions? Any ideas? I actually wrote this chapter at work the other night.I'm a cashier @ Hallmark & of course we were really slow so I just yoinked a few pieces of computer paper & wallah! Instant chapter! *giggle* Not the best place to work on a story but hey.it gave me something to do during the really slow times. Anyway.PLEASE read and review! Thanks bunches! ~Hermione Eveningfall.