Chapter 18
A knife in the light
A/N: I would like to thank Tiggivon for her reviews.she faithfully reviews every chapter as it is posted. I would also like to thank the rest of you who have reviewed and encourage you to continue to do so!
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Originally Frodo would have been grateful to see the end of the week, but now he dreaded it. On Friday Angelica would return to Brandy Hall and Frodo would be alone again. "I'm glad you and Bilbo made up," Angelica told Frodo with a smile early the next morning as she rummaged through her suitcase in an attempt to find something to wear.
"Me too. Ooh-that's nice." Frodo complimented when Angelica held a pale peach dress with a light pink sash around the waist against her body, smiling. Angelica was a typical lass-overly concerned about fashion and often too obviously considered her face shapely. (Chapter 1 from LOTR/FOTR)
Eventually Bilbo knocked on their door and called them into the kitchen for first breakfast. They made their way down the hallway and into the kitchen. The wonderful smell of sizzling bacon made Frodo want to float in thin air.
"Smells lovely, Uncle Bilbo." Angelica complimeted smiling as Frodo went up to Bilbo and gave him a hug.
"Did you sleep well lad?" The old hobbit asked after a usual morning kiss and ruffle of the hair. (Frodo was really beginning to despise his Uncle's particular habbit)
"Well enough. You?"
Bilbo shook his head. "In all honesty I couldn't sleep well last night." He yawned and turned back to the bacon and eggs. "Help yourselves. The eggs and bacon are almost ready but I have the toast and jam out and the juice. There should be plenty of hot food to go around, but we can cook more if you're still hungry."
Angelica nearly choked on a mouthful of O.J. in the midst of laughing.
"Are you all right?" Frodo asked, patting her on the back until she recovered.
"Sorry." She replied. "Just the idea of Frodo cooking."
All three of them began laughing at that point and soon their plates were filled.
"So what are your plans for today?" Bilbo asked once they began eating.
Frodo shrugged. "Maybe we'll go into town or something."
Angelica's face lit up. "That sounds great! I've only been to Hobbiton a few times, and I've only been to the fairs."
Frodo nodded as he took a bite of goat cheese omlet. "All right then. Is that okay with you, Uncle Bilbo?" he asked.
"Absolutely. Just don't get into another scrape if you can help it."
After that the rest of first breakfast passed in silence. Angelica helped Frodo and Bilbo clear the dirty dishes from the table and assisted them in the washing. She attacked Frodo with a handful of soap foam bubbles and the two of them began a bubble fight, bursting into giggles. One particularly large bubble popped right in the center of Bilbo's forehead, and the tweenagers began giggling even harder at the sight of their Uncle's sopping bangs.
"No, no, no, no!" Bilbo snipped. "You two are making a lovely mess. I want this all cleaned up when you're finished." The old hobbit tried to sound serious but Frodo and Angelica weren't fooled-they could see the sparkle of amusement in his eyes.
"You think that's funny, eh?" Bilbo asked, putting his hands on his hips.
Frodo nodded as he went to step down from the stool and slipped on a streak of water, crashing right onto his bottom. Angelica doubled over again and this caused Bilbo to begin to laugh too. "You two are too much, do you know that?" Bilbo asked as he assisted Frodo to his feet and had to hold onto him again when he nearly slipped a second time.
"Sorry, Bilbo. I'll make sure Angelica cleans this up." Frodo gave his cousin a wink and she put her hands on her hips.
"Oh no you don't, Frodo Baggins! You are just as much of a culprit as I am in this mess!" She snapped.
Bilbo grinned. "I am sure Frodo wouldn't mind giving you a hand. Then you two can head into town. Mind you, lad, don't spend every sent of your pocket money I gave you for the week."
Frodo nodded. "I will, Bilbo. I promise."
"Good. I'll be in my study."
"Writing." Both tweenagers finished the sentence for him and he turned, giving them sly looks.
"Exactly." He headed away.
Frodo and Angelica together got the kitchen cleaned up in good time and were soon out the door and heading towards the town of Hobbiton. "What a beautiful day!" Angelica said as she skipped down the dirt path that led from Bag-End to the main road. Frodo grinned. He loved early winter but he couldn't wait till around the Yule holidays, when the snow really came down. "Hey.what's going on down there?" Angelica asked suddenly pointing. Frodo peered down the road and saw what appeared to be a fight between three male hobbits. Two were enormous.surely from the Bree area and one was. "It's Sam!" Frodo gasped.
"Frodo no.you heard what Bilbo said! No fighting."
"He's my friend.I can't let him get beat up like that!" Frodo snapped back.
"I've heard about those Bree hobbits. They're mean.they carry knives and things of that sort with them."
Frodo swallowed nervously. He tried to look a lot braver than he felt and stormed over to where the fight was happening. "Hey!" He shouted angrily and noticed little Sam sitting on the ground, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. One of the larger hobbits slowly turned towards Frodo.
"What do YOU want?" he asked.
"Leave him alone.he's smaller than you."
"Oh yeah?" asked the other. "What are you going to do about it?" then he kicked Sam in the side and Angelica cried out in terror.
"Sam.what are you doing here by yourself?" Frodo asked.
"Go, Mr. Frodo." Sam begged.
"You leave him alone or I'll." Frodo put up his fists as though he was going to strike and the first large hobbit whom had spoken scoffed.
"Right, Shire. What are you going to do about it? Beat us up?"
"You have no right to come here and make lives miserable for everyone." Frodo growled.
"Please, Frodo.let's go." Angelica begged.
"All right, all right. Come on, Sam." Frodo encouraged, helping his small friend stand up. The three of them made to walk away but the Bree hobbits stopped them. The second lad reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife.
"See this?" he asked opening one of the blades.
Frodo didn't answer.
"You'll be lying dead in the road if you ever try to double-cross us again."
Frodo folded his arms. "I'll double-cross you whenever I like. This is where I live and I shall go where I."
Out of pure fury, the hobbit with the blade stuck it into Frodo's side producing a small stream of blood. Angelica screamed when she saw this and then watched the two larger hobbits run away. "Frodo!" Angelica sobbed as he fell to his knees, clutching his side where the wound was.
"Get Bilbo," Frodo gasped.
Sam took off his shirt and immediately applied pressure to Frodo's wound, begging him to lie down flat.
"Everythin's gonna be okay, Mr. Frodo sir. I promise."
Frodo gulped in air as he looked down, feeling woozy when he noticed his pale hands covered in blood.
Angelica ran as fast as she could back to Bag-End, blinded by tears. She ran in and grabbed Bilbo, who was hysterical when she explained what had happened and ordered her to take her to Frodo. When they reached the scene, Bilbo fell to his knees beside his nephew whose eyes were half open. "B." Frodo choked as Bilbo removed Samwise's shirt and inspected the wound.
"My poor lad.we must fetch the doctor quickly."
"Is he going to die?" asked Sam, tears starting to flow down his cheeks.
"I can't tell." Bilbo unbuttoned Frodo's shirt so he could get a better look and was relieved to see that the knife had not gone in too far, but that the open wound was producing quite a bit of blood. "Go and fetch Dr. Narmadoc.immediately," Bilbo told Angelica and watched her bolt off again. Bilbo then lifted Frodo into his arms after reapplying the shirt and carried him back to the smial.
A/N: I would like to thank Tiggivon for her reviews.she faithfully reviews every chapter as it is posted. I would also like to thank the rest of you who have reviewed and encourage you to continue to do so!
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Originally Frodo would have been grateful to see the end of the week, but now he dreaded it. On Friday Angelica would return to Brandy Hall and Frodo would be alone again. "I'm glad you and Bilbo made up," Angelica told Frodo with a smile early the next morning as she rummaged through her suitcase in an attempt to find something to wear.
"Me too. Ooh-that's nice." Frodo complimented when Angelica held a pale peach dress with a light pink sash around the waist against her body, smiling. Angelica was a typical lass-overly concerned about fashion and often too obviously considered her face shapely. (Chapter 1 from LOTR/FOTR)
Eventually Bilbo knocked on their door and called them into the kitchen for first breakfast. They made their way down the hallway and into the kitchen. The wonderful smell of sizzling bacon made Frodo want to float in thin air.
"Smells lovely, Uncle Bilbo." Angelica complimeted smiling as Frodo went up to Bilbo and gave him a hug.
"Did you sleep well lad?" The old hobbit asked after a usual morning kiss and ruffle of the hair. (Frodo was really beginning to despise his Uncle's particular habbit)
"Well enough. You?"
Bilbo shook his head. "In all honesty I couldn't sleep well last night." He yawned and turned back to the bacon and eggs. "Help yourselves. The eggs and bacon are almost ready but I have the toast and jam out and the juice. There should be plenty of hot food to go around, but we can cook more if you're still hungry."
Angelica nearly choked on a mouthful of O.J. in the midst of laughing.
"Are you all right?" Frodo asked, patting her on the back until she recovered.
"Sorry." She replied. "Just the idea of Frodo cooking."
All three of them began laughing at that point and soon their plates were filled.
"So what are your plans for today?" Bilbo asked once they began eating.
Frodo shrugged. "Maybe we'll go into town or something."
Angelica's face lit up. "That sounds great! I've only been to Hobbiton a few times, and I've only been to the fairs."
Frodo nodded as he took a bite of goat cheese omlet. "All right then. Is that okay with you, Uncle Bilbo?" he asked.
"Absolutely. Just don't get into another scrape if you can help it."
After that the rest of first breakfast passed in silence. Angelica helped Frodo and Bilbo clear the dirty dishes from the table and assisted them in the washing. She attacked Frodo with a handful of soap foam bubbles and the two of them began a bubble fight, bursting into giggles. One particularly large bubble popped right in the center of Bilbo's forehead, and the tweenagers began giggling even harder at the sight of their Uncle's sopping bangs.
"No, no, no, no!" Bilbo snipped. "You two are making a lovely mess. I want this all cleaned up when you're finished." The old hobbit tried to sound serious but Frodo and Angelica weren't fooled-they could see the sparkle of amusement in his eyes.
"You think that's funny, eh?" Bilbo asked, putting his hands on his hips.
Frodo nodded as he went to step down from the stool and slipped on a streak of water, crashing right onto his bottom. Angelica doubled over again and this caused Bilbo to begin to laugh too. "You two are too much, do you know that?" Bilbo asked as he assisted Frodo to his feet and had to hold onto him again when he nearly slipped a second time.
"Sorry, Bilbo. I'll make sure Angelica cleans this up." Frodo gave his cousin a wink and she put her hands on her hips.
"Oh no you don't, Frodo Baggins! You are just as much of a culprit as I am in this mess!" She snapped.
Bilbo grinned. "I am sure Frodo wouldn't mind giving you a hand. Then you two can head into town. Mind you, lad, don't spend every sent of your pocket money I gave you for the week."
Frodo nodded. "I will, Bilbo. I promise."
"Good. I'll be in my study."
"Writing." Both tweenagers finished the sentence for him and he turned, giving them sly looks.
"Exactly." He headed away.
Frodo and Angelica together got the kitchen cleaned up in good time and were soon out the door and heading towards the town of Hobbiton. "What a beautiful day!" Angelica said as she skipped down the dirt path that led from Bag-End to the main road. Frodo grinned. He loved early winter but he couldn't wait till around the Yule holidays, when the snow really came down. "Hey.what's going on down there?" Angelica asked suddenly pointing. Frodo peered down the road and saw what appeared to be a fight between three male hobbits. Two were enormous.surely from the Bree area and one was. "It's Sam!" Frodo gasped.
"Frodo no.you heard what Bilbo said! No fighting."
"He's my friend.I can't let him get beat up like that!" Frodo snapped back.
"I've heard about those Bree hobbits. They're mean.they carry knives and things of that sort with them."
Frodo swallowed nervously. He tried to look a lot braver than he felt and stormed over to where the fight was happening. "Hey!" He shouted angrily and noticed little Sam sitting on the ground, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. One of the larger hobbits slowly turned towards Frodo.
"What do YOU want?" he asked.
"Leave him alone.he's smaller than you."
"Oh yeah?" asked the other. "What are you going to do about it?" then he kicked Sam in the side and Angelica cried out in terror.
"Sam.what are you doing here by yourself?" Frodo asked.
"Go, Mr. Frodo." Sam begged.
"You leave him alone or I'll." Frodo put up his fists as though he was going to strike and the first large hobbit whom had spoken scoffed.
"Right, Shire. What are you going to do about it? Beat us up?"
"You have no right to come here and make lives miserable for everyone." Frodo growled.
"Please, Frodo.let's go." Angelica begged.
"All right, all right. Come on, Sam." Frodo encouraged, helping his small friend stand up. The three of them made to walk away but the Bree hobbits stopped them. The second lad reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife.
"See this?" he asked opening one of the blades.
Frodo didn't answer.
"You'll be lying dead in the road if you ever try to double-cross us again."
Frodo folded his arms. "I'll double-cross you whenever I like. This is where I live and I shall go where I."
Out of pure fury, the hobbit with the blade stuck it into Frodo's side producing a small stream of blood. Angelica screamed when she saw this and then watched the two larger hobbits run away. "Frodo!" Angelica sobbed as he fell to his knees, clutching his side where the wound was.
"Get Bilbo," Frodo gasped.
Sam took off his shirt and immediately applied pressure to Frodo's wound, begging him to lie down flat.
"Everythin's gonna be okay, Mr. Frodo sir. I promise."
Frodo gulped in air as he looked down, feeling woozy when he noticed his pale hands covered in blood.
Angelica ran as fast as she could back to Bag-End, blinded by tears. She ran in and grabbed Bilbo, who was hysterical when she explained what had happened and ordered her to take her to Frodo. When they reached the scene, Bilbo fell to his knees beside his nephew whose eyes were half open. "B." Frodo choked as Bilbo removed Samwise's shirt and inspected the wound.
"My poor lad.we must fetch the doctor quickly."
"Is he going to die?" asked Sam, tears starting to flow down his cheeks.
"I can't tell." Bilbo unbuttoned Frodo's shirt so he could get a better look and was relieved to see that the knife had not gone in too far, but that the open wound was producing quite a bit of blood. "Go and fetch Dr. Narmadoc.immediately," Bilbo told Angelica and watched her bolt off again. Bilbo then lifted Frodo into his arms after reapplying the shirt and carried him back to the smial.