The Monster of Bywater
Chapter Ten - A Friendship Forever
By Talking Hawk
Author's Note: Yep, this is the last chapter. . . About time, huh? Sorry it took so long; I've been really busy with school and stuff, and I'm just at a really weird in-between place right now. . . It's hard to explain. Anyway, I've seen Two Towers. Cool, huh? Well, enough with the suspense and all. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!
It was now several hours later, and the sun was beginning to set in the West. Bilbo had finally convinced his new heir to put on some more clothing, and as an award for both that and the bet, had allowed his nephew to borrow his yet-to-be-finished book. Grinning eagerly, Frodo took a seat beneath the tree in his yard, preparing to plow through the written pages. However, a voice over the fence caused him to stop.
"Hullo, Mr. Frodo. . ."
Frodo looked up and smiled at his visitor. "Why, hello, Sam!" he called out with blithe. "It's wonderful to see you again so soon." Glancing over at his smial cautiously, Frodo lowered his voice. "You didn't get punished, did you. . .?"
A smile crossed Sam's youthful face. "Just a bit of dish-duty, sir. But it isn't so bad - when I do them tonight, I'll be allowed to stay up as late as my brothers!" Frodo chuckled at his friend's enthusiasm.
"Why, that's terrific. . ." He smiled. "Well, except for the dishes, of course. Would you like to join me?" Sam nodded his head energetically, and before the tweenager could do any more, he had took off at a run. Within seconds, he was on the inside of the white picket fence and was sitting next to him. Frodo laughed once more.
"This here is Uncle Bilbo's book," he explained, allowing for Sam to gaze at the golden writing on the front of the red cover. The boy "ooed" appropriately, and Frodo opened up to the first page. "'There and Back Again,'" he read aloud, "'by Bilbo Baggins.'" He flipped to the next page, and there was a great map of the Northern regions of Middle-Earth. Frodo tried to read some of the names on the map, but it was troublesome to do so at the angle he had to hold it at for the boy to see it. An idea sprung to mind.
"Say," Frodo said, "why don't you sit on my lap? *That* way, you can see all the pictures and I can still read it to you." Sam nodded his approval of the idea, and crawled into the older lad's lap. Frodo began reading the chapter entitled "Concerning Hobbits" when Sam interrupted.
"Mr. Frodo. . ." he whispered.
"Yes, Sam?"
Sam turned his head about, and looked up at the other with an expression of innocence that could only belong to a child. His eyes gleamed in the last rays of the sun.
". . .Will you be my friend?"
Frodo stared at him a moment, not quite sure what to say. He had thought that the boy had already asked this with the way he spoke and acted about him, and didn't need to be put into the form of a question. In the end, deciding not to say this and make a long-winded discussion of this, he gave the lad the answer he so desired.
"Yes."
Sam's eyebrows arched up anxiously. "Forever?"
A smile crossed Frodo's lips, and his blue eyes softened, filled with affection and admiration for the boy's untainted innocence. More than anything in the entire world, he wanted to protect this from all foes - sadness, grief, hatred, loneliness - all things that nightmares were made from. With all the life in him, he wanted to protect this boy from such dreadful things.
"*Forever.*"
~*~THE END~*~
Author's Second Note: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I really hoped you enjoyed this as much as I did thinking and writing about it. If you have not already, I hope you will join me in my other stories (Frodo and Sam friendship fics are my specialty ~_^). I would love to have you! Have a lovely day, and my best wishes to you.
Chapter Ten - A Friendship Forever
By Talking Hawk
Author's Note: Yep, this is the last chapter. . . About time, huh? Sorry it took so long; I've been really busy with school and stuff, and I'm just at a really weird in-between place right now. . . It's hard to explain. Anyway, I've seen Two Towers. Cool, huh? Well, enough with the suspense and all. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!
It was now several hours later, and the sun was beginning to set in the West. Bilbo had finally convinced his new heir to put on some more clothing, and as an award for both that and the bet, had allowed his nephew to borrow his yet-to-be-finished book. Grinning eagerly, Frodo took a seat beneath the tree in his yard, preparing to plow through the written pages. However, a voice over the fence caused him to stop.
"Hullo, Mr. Frodo. . ."
Frodo looked up and smiled at his visitor. "Why, hello, Sam!" he called out with blithe. "It's wonderful to see you again so soon." Glancing over at his smial cautiously, Frodo lowered his voice. "You didn't get punished, did you. . .?"
A smile crossed Sam's youthful face. "Just a bit of dish-duty, sir. But it isn't so bad - when I do them tonight, I'll be allowed to stay up as late as my brothers!" Frodo chuckled at his friend's enthusiasm.
"Why, that's terrific. . ." He smiled. "Well, except for the dishes, of course. Would you like to join me?" Sam nodded his head energetically, and before the tweenager could do any more, he had took off at a run. Within seconds, he was on the inside of the white picket fence and was sitting next to him. Frodo laughed once more.
"This here is Uncle Bilbo's book," he explained, allowing for Sam to gaze at the golden writing on the front of the red cover. The boy "ooed" appropriately, and Frodo opened up to the first page. "'There and Back Again,'" he read aloud, "'by Bilbo Baggins.'" He flipped to the next page, and there was a great map of the Northern regions of Middle-Earth. Frodo tried to read some of the names on the map, but it was troublesome to do so at the angle he had to hold it at for the boy to see it. An idea sprung to mind.
"Say," Frodo said, "why don't you sit on my lap? *That* way, you can see all the pictures and I can still read it to you." Sam nodded his approval of the idea, and crawled into the older lad's lap. Frodo began reading the chapter entitled "Concerning Hobbits" when Sam interrupted.
"Mr. Frodo. . ." he whispered.
"Yes, Sam?"
Sam turned his head about, and looked up at the other with an expression of innocence that could only belong to a child. His eyes gleamed in the last rays of the sun.
". . .Will you be my friend?"
Frodo stared at him a moment, not quite sure what to say. He had thought that the boy had already asked this with the way he spoke and acted about him, and didn't need to be put into the form of a question. In the end, deciding not to say this and make a long-winded discussion of this, he gave the lad the answer he so desired.
"Yes."
Sam's eyebrows arched up anxiously. "Forever?"
A smile crossed Frodo's lips, and his blue eyes softened, filled with affection and admiration for the boy's untainted innocence. More than anything in the entire world, he wanted to protect this from all foes - sadness, grief, hatred, loneliness - all things that nightmares were made from. With all the life in him, he wanted to protect this boy from such dreadful things.
"*Forever.*"
~*~THE END~*~
Author's Second Note: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I really hoped you enjoyed this as much as I did thinking and writing about it. If you have not already, I hope you will join me in my other stories (Frodo and Sam friendship fics are my specialty ~_^). I would love to have you! Have a lovely day, and my best wishes to you.