Chapter 21
Departure
A/N: I apologize for the delay of updates on this story, but I am currently working on a few new stories. DEEP IN THE MINES, CHINA ROSES, LITTLE HOBBITS, and IT'S JUST A COLD! So I am trying to do my best to keep up with each of them. I wanted to also thank you all for your kind reviews-the pleasant feedback is always so comforting and definitely aids in speeding up my writing! ;) Please continue to read & review & every one of them will be greatly appreciated. Thanks! ~Hermione Eveningfall.
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"The carriage will be here any minute, Angelica. Are you sure you have everything you came with?" Bilbo asked walking into his niece's room where she stood facing her open suitcase that lay on her bed. Frodo was still in bed and had developed a fever overnight and the pain from his would had intensified.
"What is it?" Bilbo asked, not liking the silence that had filled the room.
"I wish I didn't have to go home. I'm so scared for Frodo. He's gotten worse."
Bilbo walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "I assure you, love-he will be under excellent care. I will send word to Brandy Hall as soon as Dr. Narmadoc and I see the first sign of improvement."
Angelica nodded before turning and throwing her arms around the old hobbit. Bilbo nearly choked on tears as he hugged her back. She always hated leaving Hobbiton and now she hated it doing it even more. She wanted to be with Frodo, to see his recovery herself but she knew Bilbo wouldn't let her. When she let go of Bilbo she hiccoughed as he wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Put your things by the door. I'm sure Frodo will want to say goodbye-I'll give you a few moments alone. And dry your eyes, Angelica. Don't let Frodo see you cry."
Angelica quickly did so before she finished packing up the last of her clothes and other beauty supplies before bringing the not-so-heavy suitcase to the main hall. When she had finished that she hurried to Frodo's room and stood before his bed. Her cousin slept, his face pale and covered in beads of sweat. "Frodo?" She asked quietly and Frodo's startling blue eyes opened at the sound of his name.
"Unh?" he asked.
"I'm leaving. In five or ten minute at least. I wanted to say goodbye and to tell you that I had a lovely time in spite of everything."
Frodo smiled. "I had a good time too-in spite of everything," he laughed but grimaced, for laughter put pressure on his wound and it hurt. Angelica made her way to his bedside and kissed his cheek, fearing that a hug would cause him much pain. "I love you, Frodo Baggins. Even if you did not think I did."
"Angelica! The carriage is approaching."
Angelica turned towards the door and then quickly turned back to Frodo. "Please try to stay in bed as long as you can. You can't rush these things you know."
"I know." Angelica smiled and then turned to walk out of the room, but Frodo stopped her.
"Angelica?" he called and she turned back around again.
"Yes?"
"I love you too."
Angelica grinned, very pleased, and then waved as she left the room. Frodo watched her go and then closed his eyes, feeling tears well up. He was going to miss her company quite a bit, but it was not as if he could do anything interesting. When he heard the door to Bag-End open and close and the faint sound of his Uncle's farewells, Frodo settled back onto his pillow and gazed up at the ceiling.
"Well." Bilbo came into the room a few moments later. "How are you feeling, my boy?" He came and pulled up a chair beside his nephew's bed and placed an old hand against Frodo's forehead. "Still running a fever. Does the wound hurt as it did earlier?"
Frodo nodded. "I was dying, wasn't I? When you carried me from the spot to here. I started to see gray as you were running with me. I was so scared, Bilbo-I didn't want to loose you."
Bilbo choked and pulled Frodo into his arms. "I could never think of loosing you, Frodo. And blessed Elbreth-the last thing running through my mind as you were loosing blood was how I had acted to you over the Ring. Oh my Frodo-can you ever forgive me?" He was clearly forgetting that Frodo had already forgiven him, but Frodo did so again.
"Of course, Bilbo. You couldn't help it." He accepted a kiss on the forehead. "But we must have Angelica come over again. I didn't think I'd have a good time with her, but I did."
The comment made Bilbo laugh heartily as he ruffled his nephew's hair. It was good to hear the musical sound again. "Would you like some tea? The doctor said to continue keeping in fluids."
"Yes, Uncle. I would love some. And-and perhaps a piece of pie?" Frodo added. Despite the pain his stomach had been growling all morning.
"Absolutely! In fact I baked a fresh apple pie the other day. Just hold on there while I get everything ready."
Frodo smiled again and yawned loudly. He was so grateful to be somewhere where everyone cared for him so much. At Brandy Hall he had many Aunts and Uncles scattered about, but he was often overlooked-not rejected as some local hobbits tended to think. "Perfect place," Frodo told himself through a loud yawn. "Perfect." His eyes closed and sleep overtook him again.
A/N: I apologize for the delay of updates on this story, but I am currently working on a few new stories. DEEP IN THE MINES, CHINA ROSES, LITTLE HOBBITS, and IT'S JUST A COLD! So I am trying to do my best to keep up with each of them. I wanted to also thank you all for your kind reviews-the pleasant feedback is always so comforting and definitely aids in speeding up my writing! ;) Please continue to read & review & every one of them will be greatly appreciated. Thanks! ~Hermione Eveningfall.
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"The carriage will be here any minute, Angelica. Are you sure you have everything you came with?" Bilbo asked walking into his niece's room where she stood facing her open suitcase that lay on her bed. Frodo was still in bed and had developed a fever overnight and the pain from his would had intensified.
"What is it?" Bilbo asked, not liking the silence that had filled the room.
"I wish I didn't have to go home. I'm so scared for Frodo. He's gotten worse."
Bilbo walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "I assure you, love-he will be under excellent care. I will send word to Brandy Hall as soon as Dr. Narmadoc and I see the first sign of improvement."
Angelica nodded before turning and throwing her arms around the old hobbit. Bilbo nearly choked on tears as he hugged her back. She always hated leaving Hobbiton and now she hated it doing it even more. She wanted to be with Frodo, to see his recovery herself but she knew Bilbo wouldn't let her. When she let go of Bilbo she hiccoughed as he wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Put your things by the door. I'm sure Frodo will want to say goodbye-I'll give you a few moments alone. And dry your eyes, Angelica. Don't let Frodo see you cry."
Angelica quickly did so before she finished packing up the last of her clothes and other beauty supplies before bringing the not-so-heavy suitcase to the main hall. When she had finished that she hurried to Frodo's room and stood before his bed. Her cousin slept, his face pale and covered in beads of sweat. "Frodo?" She asked quietly and Frodo's startling blue eyes opened at the sound of his name.
"Unh?" he asked.
"I'm leaving. In five or ten minute at least. I wanted to say goodbye and to tell you that I had a lovely time in spite of everything."
Frodo smiled. "I had a good time too-in spite of everything," he laughed but grimaced, for laughter put pressure on his wound and it hurt. Angelica made her way to his bedside and kissed his cheek, fearing that a hug would cause him much pain. "I love you, Frodo Baggins. Even if you did not think I did."
"Angelica! The carriage is approaching."
Angelica turned towards the door and then quickly turned back to Frodo. "Please try to stay in bed as long as you can. You can't rush these things you know."
"I know." Angelica smiled and then turned to walk out of the room, but Frodo stopped her.
"Angelica?" he called and she turned back around again.
"Yes?"
"I love you too."
Angelica grinned, very pleased, and then waved as she left the room. Frodo watched her go and then closed his eyes, feeling tears well up. He was going to miss her company quite a bit, but it was not as if he could do anything interesting. When he heard the door to Bag-End open and close and the faint sound of his Uncle's farewells, Frodo settled back onto his pillow and gazed up at the ceiling.
"Well." Bilbo came into the room a few moments later. "How are you feeling, my boy?" He came and pulled up a chair beside his nephew's bed and placed an old hand against Frodo's forehead. "Still running a fever. Does the wound hurt as it did earlier?"
Frodo nodded. "I was dying, wasn't I? When you carried me from the spot to here. I started to see gray as you were running with me. I was so scared, Bilbo-I didn't want to loose you."
Bilbo choked and pulled Frodo into his arms. "I could never think of loosing you, Frodo. And blessed Elbreth-the last thing running through my mind as you were loosing blood was how I had acted to you over the Ring. Oh my Frodo-can you ever forgive me?" He was clearly forgetting that Frodo had already forgiven him, but Frodo did so again.
"Of course, Bilbo. You couldn't help it." He accepted a kiss on the forehead. "But we must have Angelica come over again. I didn't think I'd have a good time with her, but I did."
The comment made Bilbo laugh heartily as he ruffled his nephew's hair. It was good to hear the musical sound again. "Would you like some tea? The doctor said to continue keeping in fluids."
"Yes, Uncle. I would love some. And-and perhaps a piece of pie?" Frodo added. Despite the pain his stomach had been growling all morning.
"Absolutely! In fact I baked a fresh apple pie the other day. Just hold on there while I get everything ready."
Frodo smiled again and yawned loudly. He was so grateful to be somewhere where everyone cared for him so much. At Brandy Hall he had many Aunts and Uncles scattered about, but he was often overlooked-not rejected as some local hobbits tended to think. "Perfect place," Frodo told himself through a loud yawn. "Perfect." His eyes closed and sleep overtook him again.