Frodos illness chapter seven.
A/N-its been past halloween and sorry if you lot,were looking out
For the halloween specail,I'll try my best on this one,and I'll try to make it dramatic. PleaseR/R THANX.
Frodo was becoming even more ill,it seems there would be no more hope that frodo would survive in moria.Frodo was now suffering from nausea,and he kept passing out,his fever was growing worse,no amount of athelas could restore some of frodo's strenth,but sam was surprised that frodo was trying to eat,but every night now,just before sunset,frodo,would fall unconcous and pass out.Sam always assumed that the ringwraiths were getting closer Every hour and minute.sam kept asking gandalf if they could move on But gandalf heard nothing of the sort,and insistedthat they could'nt continue,for frodos sake-because he was too weak to walk.sometimes sam Regretted about letting bill the pony go,if he was still here,then frodo could've rode on bills back-but it would still be a strain for the good pony, Maybe it was for the best.
One the ocassion,merry and pippin would stay up late,and talk about frodo, Sam always listened to them late at night,and felt that this was somewhat comforting.
One night..
Sam woke with a fright.it was only merry and pippin talking
He lay there and listened to the conversation.
"Merry?"pippin asked through a yawn.
"what?"merry anserwed under the blankets,his speech was somewhat muffled.
"what do you think the chances are of frodo not surviving..y'know because of that illness?" pippin asked curiously to hear merrys opinion.
"well..erm..i think that frodo might be allright..maybe,everyone just has to look after him."merry stated.
"well yeah,but what if a ringwraith catchs up with frodo,the ringwraith could kill frodo.well not kill him but turn him into a wraith like the other nine?he could do that?..could'nt he merry?." Pippin suggested.
"pip..don't say things like that,he'll be allright."merry said with a frown.
"but how can you be so sure?"pippin questioned.
"because..because I do allright.pippin,at times like this you just have to think positive see".merry replied.
"yeah..i guess you're right.ol well..see you in the morning."pippin said cuddling up to the blankets and yawning.
"yeah,good night pip"merry said also settleing down.
"don't forget,merry be warm,be snug..be snuggerama".pippin recited.
"hope you sleep is top vegetable"merry finished.
And before long,the two cousins fell asleep.And so did sam..thinking of calming thoughts about frodo.
The next day,sam woke with a fright,thank goodness it was only merry and pippin practising their sword fighting with boromir.Sam went to have breakfast,after that,Sam found Aragorn,tending to frodo,working mainly around his chest and lungs,also his face.Aragorn was wringing out a soaked cloth and applying it to frodos weak,but barely moving chest,sam even wondered if frodo was still alive this very moment,breathing in there.somewere.
"Stider?,how has mr frodo been?."sam said kneeling down beside the ill- beaten frodo.
"he's not been too good at the moment..he's been very unstable.but you probably shan't like to hear the rest of your masters conditions"Aragorn said taking the cloth away from frodos weather beaten chest.
"stider you must tell me what else has been hurting my poor master"sam said,managing to convince strider.
"ok sam,frodo has been suffering as you know from lack of food and water,he also has had some strong waves of nausea,he has kept passing in and out of this world and into the wraiths world,I don't think frodo can survive much longer but if we move quickly we can escape the wraiths."aragorn explained.
"do you think this could be the effect of the morgul blade,because I mean he still has that injury on his shoulder,remember."sam pointed out,hoping that this information would be of some help.
"I don't know sam we'll just have to wait and see in the next couple of days." Aragorn said,cheaking frodos pulse,which seemed incredibly slow.
After aragorn just spoke,frodo was waking up,aragorn and sam rushed over to frodo's side,kneeling next to him.
"mr frodo,I can't but help wonder if you are allright"sam said looking into his eyes(this is no way a slash fic)
"sam..i feel that I am getting weaker everyday,and I can't stop passing in and out of this world."frodo said breathing tightening(like the sound frodo makes when he is stabbed)everywhere aches and I can't put up with it anymore"
"frodo"aragorn asked"in what ways do you feel weak".he said dunking the cloth into athelas and pressing it onto frodo's chest.
"i.I'm afraid it's hard to say aragorn. I feel that there is and evil spirit trying to get inside me,a spirit that feels like one of the ringwraiths."frodo tried to speak,but the pains in his chest and throat where unbearable.
"and what do you see when you pass into another world?"aragorn asked.
"I see these blurred shapes, they are all white,the pain of bieng there makes me feel as if I'm half living."
"well..myself and sam will prepare a bed for you and we will proviede some medicine. Is that ok."aragorn said".
"it's fine aragorn"frodo said.
"thank you strider"I'm sure frodo will make it.sam said wiping tears of happiness from his eyes."
After a while,sam sat next to frodo.
"frodo?would you like some musroom soup?"sam asked.
"no sam,I wish I could,but my stomach says no.frodo fell silent."
Sam wondered if frodo's eyes were clearing but when he looked at frodo. He was surprised.
Frodo was unconcous and had fallen into the depths of the shadow world.
A/N- ok ok,that was'nt really much of a halloween spooktakula, But I just want to get you readers to understand and perhaps Feel frodos pain. Anyway thanx for the reviews(I've only got six(?)) Keep posting.
A/N-its been past halloween and sorry if you lot,were looking out
For the halloween specail,I'll try my best on this one,and I'll try to make it dramatic. PleaseR/R THANX.
Frodo was becoming even more ill,it seems there would be no more hope that frodo would survive in moria.Frodo was now suffering from nausea,and he kept passing out,his fever was growing worse,no amount of athelas could restore some of frodo's strenth,but sam was surprised that frodo was trying to eat,but every night now,just before sunset,frodo,would fall unconcous and pass out.Sam always assumed that the ringwraiths were getting closer Every hour and minute.sam kept asking gandalf if they could move on But gandalf heard nothing of the sort,and insistedthat they could'nt continue,for frodos sake-because he was too weak to walk.sometimes sam Regretted about letting bill the pony go,if he was still here,then frodo could've rode on bills back-but it would still be a strain for the good pony, Maybe it was for the best.
One the ocassion,merry and pippin would stay up late,and talk about frodo, Sam always listened to them late at night,and felt that this was somewhat comforting.
One night..
Sam woke with a fright.it was only merry and pippin talking
He lay there and listened to the conversation.
"Merry?"pippin asked through a yawn.
"what?"merry anserwed under the blankets,his speech was somewhat muffled.
"what do you think the chances are of frodo not surviving..y'know because of that illness?" pippin asked curiously to hear merrys opinion.
"well..erm..i think that frodo might be allright..maybe,everyone just has to look after him."merry stated.
"well yeah,but what if a ringwraith catchs up with frodo,the ringwraith could kill frodo.well not kill him but turn him into a wraith like the other nine?he could do that?..could'nt he merry?." Pippin suggested.
"pip..don't say things like that,he'll be allright."merry said with a frown.
"but how can you be so sure?"pippin questioned.
"because..because I do allright.pippin,at times like this you just have to think positive see".merry replied.
"yeah..i guess you're right.ol well..see you in the morning."pippin said cuddling up to the blankets and yawning.
"yeah,good night pip"merry said also settleing down.
"don't forget,merry be warm,be snug..be snuggerama".pippin recited.
"hope you sleep is top vegetable"merry finished.
And before long,the two cousins fell asleep.And so did sam..thinking of calming thoughts about frodo.
The next day,sam woke with a fright,thank goodness it was only merry and pippin practising their sword fighting with boromir.Sam went to have breakfast,after that,Sam found Aragorn,tending to frodo,working mainly around his chest and lungs,also his face.Aragorn was wringing out a soaked cloth and applying it to frodos weak,but barely moving chest,sam even wondered if frodo was still alive this very moment,breathing in there.somewere.
"Stider?,how has mr frodo been?."sam said kneeling down beside the ill- beaten frodo.
"he's not been too good at the moment..he's been very unstable.but you probably shan't like to hear the rest of your masters conditions"Aragorn said taking the cloth away from frodos weather beaten chest.
"stider you must tell me what else has been hurting my poor master"sam said,managing to convince strider.
"ok sam,frodo has been suffering as you know from lack of food and water,he also has had some strong waves of nausea,he has kept passing in and out of this world and into the wraiths world,I don't think frodo can survive much longer but if we move quickly we can escape the wraiths."aragorn explained.
"do you think this could be the effect of the morgul blade,because I mean he still has that injury on his shoulder,remember."sam pointed out,hoping that this information would be of some help.
"I don't know sam we'll just have to wait and see in the next couple of days." Aragorn said,cheaking frodos pulse,which seemed incredibly slow.
After aragorn just spoke,frodo was waking up,aragorn and sam rushed over to frodo's side,kneeling next to him.
"mr frodo,I can't but help wonder if you are allright"sam said looking into his eyes(this is no way a slash fic)
"sam..i feel that I am getting weaker everyday,and I can't stop passing in and out of this world."frodo said breathing tightening(like the sound frodo makes when he is stabbed)everywhere aches and I can't put up with it anymore"
"frodo"aragorn asked"in what ways do you feel weak".he said dunking the cloth into athelas and pressing it onto frodo's chest.
"i.I'm afraid it's hard to say aragorn. I feel that there is and evil spirit trying to get inside me,a spirit that feels like one of the ringwraiths."frodo tried to speak,but the pains in his chest and throat where unbearable.
"and what do you see when you pass into another world?"aragorn asked.
"I see these blurred shapes, they are all white,the pain of bieng there makes me feel as if I'm half living."
"well..myself and sam will prepare a bed for you and we will proviede some medicine. Is that ok."aragorn said".
"it's fine aragorn"frodo said.
"thank you strider"I'm sure frodo will make it.sam said wiping tears of happiness from his eyes."
After a while,sam sat next to frodo.
"frodo?would you like some musroom soup?"sam asked.
"no sam,I wish I could,but my stomach says no.frodo fell silent."
Sam wondered if frodo's eyes were clearing but when he looked at frodo. He was surprised.
Frodo was unconcous and had fallen into the depths of the shadow world.
A/N- ok ok,that was'nt really much of a halloween spooktakula, But I just want to get you readers to understand and perhaps Feel frodos pain. Anyway thanx for the reviews(I've only got six(?)) Keep posting.