Hope Dies Last
Summary: Takes place after RotK. Frodo stays in Gondor until he's well enough physically and emotionally to return to the Shire.
Rating: Hmm, I think PG-13 would be convenient.
Genre: Drama/Angst (A little less drama and a lot of angst)
Authors Note: I published the story a month ago but afterwards I really considered just to drop it. But now I´m back. My fault is I never finish what I start, so I made a promise to myself * I will finish this story - No matter what * . It´s actually a lot easier to write a story in my own native language and I don´t know the whole beta drill or how to get a beta reader. So I´m just playing by my fingers.
I´m so tired of begging for reviews. You know everyone puts * Please * into the sentence where they´re asking to be reviewed. But if you have time I would really like to be reviewed. - - Ah.. I can´t do this. PLEASE review me.
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My Beloved Friend
Frodo wiped the tears off his cheek that had been running since Sam left the room. He didn´t cry in front of Sam because he didn´t want Sam to see his pain. Samwise the brave was gone and there was no knowing when he would see his dear Sam again.
Somehow he regretted his words. Why did he tell Sam he was going to be a father, why did the situation have to be so difficult?
´Just because it has to be´ He heard those words from himself. He didn´t know when he would return and he couldn´t let Sam stay with him. Sam had other responsibilities to tend and Frodo could ask no more of his beloved friend.
My beloved friend
Now our paths have led us apart My beloved friend You will always have a place in my heart
Frodo felt how a warm hand was brushed against his cold skin. - Sam - He slowly turned his teary eyes toward his visitor to find Merry and Pippin by his bedside. Pippin held out a tray of food, with a slight smile
"We thought you might be hungry" Pippin said
Frodo disappointed eyes locked on the food and he immediately felt nausea creep in his stomach. He slowly shook his head "I´m not hungry" His voice was thick with tears "Please take it away"
Pippin and Merry exchanged looks. Then Pippin lay down the tray as Merry grabbed Frodo´s hand into his own. Frodo found it comforting. Sam had held him like that before.
"You will find Sam again" Merry said soothingly "I doubt there´ll be a long time until"
Frodo´s head shifted to the side to face Merry "Why didn´t you leave too? Did you let Sam go by himself?"
"Sam can take care of himself" Merry said "Besides there´s no worry of him getting lost, Aragorn gave him a very specific map to follow"
"And the reason why we are here are to make sure that you spend some time with two intelligent ones" Pippin said
Frodo smiled a bit through his tears. "I would had preferred that you left as well"
"Why? Don´t you love us?" Pippin asked. There was a hint of fake heartbreak in his voice
"Don´t you love the Shire?" Frodo asked
There was a long silence in the room until Pippin turned his attention back to the tray he had arrived with "Now the healer´s going to be mad if we don´t give you your dinner. He told us you needed the food to collect your strength" Pippin smirked "Do you believe that? ´To collect strength´ Food is not strong it´s delightful and you know what? It´s really comforting too"
"I do not wish to eat" Frodo said, "Eat away and tell I did"
"Frodo" Merry warned
"I know I can´t hold it down, please. I feel nauseated enough" Frodo said
"Well we could help him out just this once" Pippin said, "I´m starved"
"Pippin!" Merry stated angrily the he turned his attention to Frodo "Just this once, Frodo. But I´ll make sure you eat luncheon"
Pippin laid down the tray and grabbed the bowl that was full of porridge with a thin slices of apples mixed in, running his tounge over his lips while staring down at the appetizing dinner. He grabbed the bread that lay by the bowl and brought it up to his lips. Merry watched for a while as Pippin savoured on Frodo´s food.
The sigh from Merry was audible to both of his cousins. Frodo raised his head to meet Merry´s eyes that were locked into his. They shared a moment, staring into each other´s eyes. Finally Frodo broke it, searching for something more comforting than Merry´s gaze that showed obvious concern and maybe a little disappointment too.
"Frodo" Merry stated. His name was spoken in a low voice. Frodo could only hear the mutter, but he knew the sound of his name.
Frodo bit his lower lip to stop it from trembling. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted to take his frustration out, but he knew he couldn´t do that in front of his younger cousins. Wasn´t he their paragorn? Wasn´t he supposed to stay strong?
"Frodo" Merry´s voice was a bit higher than before. All of a sudden Frodo felt a finger being placed under his chin and his head was slowly pushed upwards.
Merry stared into the eyes of his cousin that reminded him of the Brandywine River in summertime, so pure and so beautiful. But they were also glassy and in matter of time the river would stream down his fair face.
"You know you can talk to me, Frodo, no matter what. You know you can always talk to me" Merry´s voice was sad and low
"Thank you Merry" Frodo whispered as he tore his gaze from Merry´s eyes again
They stayed silent and the only sound that was heard in the room was Pippin´s chewing. Merry turned his gaze toward Pippin who was swallowing down the last bite of the bread. He had finished the porridge in no time and sometimes Merry could find it frightening how fast Pippin could eat.
"Pippin" Merry´s voice was somehow strong as he addressed his cousin by name "Please, take the crockery away"
Pippin took the hint and quickly gathered the dishes onto the tray and then he was out of the room, slowly closing the door behind him.
"How are you?" Merry asked softly
Frodo´s eyes were still teary and Merry wondered how he could keep the tears in for so long without breaking a sob. But he knew his cousin, the stories he had heard when being a child were so heart-wrenching for him. When Primula and Drogo died he had kept his grieve inside and sometimes at nights the residents of Brandy Hall could hear the painful sobs at nights coming from Frodo´s bedroom, but no one had actually bothered to go in and comfort the twelve-year-old. If Merry had been given birth by the time that Frodo´s parents died he knew he would have never left his side.
He had heard his own parents talk about how Frodo changed after his parents died and Merry was sure he did. Was it for good or bad, he was not sure. Frodo was wonderful but a bit distant from the other hobbits, in looks and actions.
"I don´t know" Frodo whispered, just as the words were escaped into the air Merry realized that he had been lost in his own world.
"You do know but you do not wish to tell me" Merry said, trying to smile but failing
"I can´t describe it" Frodo whispered, "I hope I´m not disappointing you"
Merry frowned as he shifted closer to Frodo and grasped his hand "Never in all the years to come would you ever disappoint me"
Frodo´s tears were more obvious now and a single tear slid down his cheek. Merry reached out with his hand and brushed it away. Just as his hand connected with Frodo´s jaw a sob escaped from his older cousin. Merry wrapped his arms around the broken hobbit. Whispering comforting words while he stroked Frodo´s back. When Frodo´s sobs became whimpers, Merry raised his head and planted a kiss on his cousin´s bruised forehead. He gently laid Frodo down and brushed the curls away from his forehead with his thumb.
Merry wasn´t sure how long time he had spent with Frodo but judging by the sun it was about luncheon and he had made a promise to himself that Frodo would eat. He slowly raised himself up and shot a look at the sleeping hobbit in the over sized bed.
He quietly made his way out and slowly closed the door behind him. Just as the doors were shut Frodo´s eyes fluttered open.
He slowly pulled himself up to a sitting position. His gaze turned towards the window and he realized that he hadn´t been outside for days and he really could use the fresh air.
: : :
It was a bright day. The hills of Gondor were green and flowery. But in the distance grey skies were nearing. The air was also moist - like just before rain.
Although the sun was shining the day was rather chilly and Frodo pulled his cloak tighter around himself. His steps were uneasy but not unexpected he hadn´t been upon his feet since heaven knew when.
He had not really gotten far when he heard a familiar voice. A really familiar voice - a voice he knew from The Shire - From Bag End.
Frodo shook his head. His mind was just playing tricks on him as it often did. It couldn´t be. He saw him fall.
Without realizing it he slowly made his way towards the stable where the voice was coming from. He peered in and saw an old man and a white horse.
His jaw dropped open and in an impulse he rushed towards. The old man turned around when he heard someone near behind him
"Gandalf" Frodo exclaimed with a smile
The old man looked confused as he stared down at the hobbit few feet away
"I apologize young master. I´m not very good with names" Gandalf said
Frodo felt his knees weaken
"Don´t you remember me?" His voice was trembling
"I believe I´ve seen you somewhere, but your name has vanished" Gandalf frowned
Frodo´s eyes got teary "But you´re Gandalf"
The old man in front of him nodded, when he opened his mouth again. Frodo grabbed around his ears and whirled around, not wanting to hear anymore.
He took off from the stable. Running somewhere and yet nowhere.
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A/N: Don´t you remember in The Two Towers (movie version) when Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli meet Gandalf in the woods and he doesn´t really remember them and how he explains that the time went by very slowly while he was unconscious (dead). His memory is very shallow then, he doesn´t remember the companions of the fellowship and barely remembers his nickname (Gandalf the grey)
Summary: Takes place after RotK. Frodo stays in Gondor until he's well enough physically and emotionally to return to the Shire.
Rating: Hmm, I think PG-13 would be convenient.
Genre: Drama/Angst (A little less drama and a lot of angst)
Authors Note: I published the story a month ago but afterwards I really considered just to drop it. But now I´m back. My fault is I never finish what I start, so I made a promise to myself * I will finish this story - No matter what * . It´s actually a lot easier to write a story in my own native language and I don´t know the whole beta drill or how to get a beta reader. So I´m just playing by my fingers.
I´m so tired of begging for reviews. You know everyone puts * Please * into the sentence where they´re asking to be reviewed. But if you have time I would really like to be reviewed. - - Ah.. I can´t do this. PLEASE review me.
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My Beloved Friend
Frodo wiped the tears off his cheek that had been running since Sam left the room. He didn´t cry in front of Sam because he didn´t want Sam to see his pain. Samwise the brave was gone and there was no knowing when he would see his dear Sam again.
Somehow he regretted his words. Why did he tell Sam he was going to be a father, why did the situation have to be so difficult?
´Just because it has to be´ He heard those words from himself. He didn´t know when he would return and he couldn´t let Sam stay with him. Sam had other responsibilities to tend and Frodo could ask no more of his beloved friend.
My beloved friend
Now our paths have led us apart My beloved friend You will always have a place in my heart
Frodo felt how a warm hand was brushed against his cold skin. - Sam - He slowly turned his teary eyes toward his visitor to find Merry and Pippin by his bedside. Pippin held out a tray of food, with a slight smile
"We thought you might be hungry" Pippin said
Frodo disappointed eyes locked on the food and he immediately felt nausea creep in his stomach. He slowly shook his head "I´m not hungry" His voice was thick with tears "Please take it away"
Pippin and Merry exchanged looks. Then Pippin lay down the tray as Merry grabbed Frodo´s hand into his own. Frodo found it comforting. Sam had held him like that before.
"You will find Sam again" Merry said soothingly "I doubt there´ll be a long time until"
Frodo´s head shifted to the side to face Merry "Why didn´t you leave too? Did you let Sam go by himself?"
"Sam can take care of himself" Merry said "Besides there´s no worry of him getting lost, Aragorn gave him a very specific map to follow"
"And the reason why we are here are to make sure that you spend some time with two intelligent ones" Pippin said
Frodo smiled a bit through his tears. "I would had preferred that you left as well"
"Why? Don´t you love us?" Pippin asked. There was a hint of fake heartbreak in his voice
"Don´t you love the Shire?" Frodo asked
There was a long silence in the room until Pippin turned his attention back to the tray he had arrived with "Now the healer´s going to be mad if we don´t give you your dinner. He told us you needed the food to collect your strength" Pippin smirked "Do you believe that? ´To collect strength´ Food is not strong it´s delightful and you know what? It´s really comforting too"
"I do not wish to eat" Frodo said, "Eat away and tell I did"
"Frodo" Merry warned
"I know I can´t hold it down, please. I feel nauseated enough" Frodo said
"Well we could help him out just this once" Pippin said, "I´m starved"
"Pippin!" Merry stated angrily the he turned his attention to Frodo "Just this once, Frodo. But I´ll make sure you eat luncheon"
Pippin laid down the tray and grabbed the bowl that was full of porridge with a thin slices of apples mixed in, running his tounge over his lips while staring down at the appetizing dinner. He grabbed the bread that lay by the bowl and brought it up to his lips. Merry watched for a while as Pippin savoured on Frodo´s food.
The sigh from Merry was audible to both of his cousins. Frodo raised his head to meet Merry´s eyes that were locked into his. They shared a moment, staring into each other´s eyes. Finally Frodo broke it, searching for something more comforting than Merry´s gaze that showed obvious concern and maybe a little disappointment too.
"Frodo" Merry stated. His name was spoken in a low voice. Frodo could only hear the mutter, but he knew the sound of his name.
Frodo bit his lower lip to stop it from trembling. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted to take his frustration out, but he knew he couldn´t do that in front of his younger cousins. Wasn´t he their paragorn? Wasn´t he supposed to stay strong?
"Frodo" Merry´s voice was a bit higher than before. All of a sudden Frodo felt a finger being placed under his chin and his head was slowly pushed upwards.
Merry stared into the eyes of his cousin that reminded him of the Brandywine River in summertime, so pure and so beautiful. But they were also glassy and in matter of time the river would stream down his fair face.
"You know you can talk to me, Frodo, no matter what. You know you can always talk to me" Merry´s voice was sad and low
"Thank you Merry" Frodo whispered as he tore his gaze from Merry´s eyes again
They stayed silent and the only sound that was heard in the room was Pippin´s chewing. Merry turned his gaze toward Pippin who was swallowing down the last bite of the bread. He had finished the porridge in no time and sometimes Merry could find it frightening how fast Pippin could eat.
"Pippin" Merry´s voice was somehow strong as he addressed his cousin by name "Please, take the crockery away"
Pippin took the hint and quickly gathered the dishes onto the tray and then he was out of the room, slowly closing the door behind him.
"How are you?" Merry asked softly
Frodo´s eyes were still teary and Merry wondered how he could keep the tears in for so long without breaking a sob. But he knew his cousin, the stories he had heard when being a child were so heart-wrenching for him. When Primula and Drogo died he had kept his grieve inside and sometimes at nights the residents of Brandy Hall could hear the painful sobs at nights coming from Frodo´s bedroom, but no one had actually bothered to go in and comfort the twelve-year-old. If Merry had been given birth by the time that Frodo´s parents died he knew he would have never left his side.
He had heard his own parents talk about how Frodo changed after his parents died and Merry was sure he did. Was it for good or bad, he was not sure. Frodo was wonderful but a bit distant from the other hobbits, in looks and actions.
"I don´t know" Frodo whispered, just as the words were escaped into the air Merry realized that he had been lost in his own world.
"You do know but you do not wish to tell me" Merry said, trying to smile but failing
"I can´t describe it" Frodo whispered, "I hope I´m not disappointing you"
Merry frowned as he shifted closer to Frodo and grasped his hand "Never in all the years to come would you ever disappoint me"
Frodo´s tears were more obvious now and a single tear slid down his cheek. Merry reached out with his hand and brushed it away. Just as his hand connected with Frodo´s jaw a sob escaped from his older cousin. Merry wrapped his arms around the broken hobbit. Whispering comforting words while he stroked Frodo´s back. When Frodo´s sobs became whimpers, Merry raised his head and planted a kiss on his cousin´s bruised forehead. He gently laid Frodo down and brushed the curls away from his forehead with his thumb.
Merry wasn´t sure how long time he had spent with Frodo but judging by the sun it was about luncheon and he had made a promise to himself that Frodo would eat. He slowly raised himself up and shot a look at the sleeping hobbit in the over sized bed.
He quietly made his way out and slowly closed the door behind him. Just as the doors were shut Frodo´s eyes fluttered open.
He slowly pulled himself up to a sitting position. His gaze turned towards the window and he realized that he hadn´t been outside for days and he really could use the fresh air.
: : :
It was a bright day. The hills of Gondor were green and flowery. But in the distance grey skies were nearing. The air was also moist - like just before rain.
Although the sun was shining the day was rather chilly and Frodo pulled his cloak tighter around himself. His steps were uneasy but not unexpected he hadn´t been upon his feet since heaven knew when.
He had not really gotten far when he heard a familiar voice. A really familiar voice - a voice he knew from The Shire - From Bag End.
Frodo shook his head. His mind was just playing tricks on him as it often did. It couldn´t be. He saw him fall.
Without realizing it he slowly made his way towards the stable where the voice was coming from. He peered in and saw an old man and a white horse.
His jaw dropped open and in an impulse he rushed towards. The old man turned around when he heard someone near behind him
"Gandalf" Frodo exclaimed with a smile
The old man looked confused as he stared down at the hobbit few feet away
"I apologize young master. I´m not very good with names" Gandalf said
Frodo felt his knees weaken
"Don´t you remember me?" His voice was trembling
"I believe I´ve seen you somewhere, but your name has vanished" Gandalf frowned
Frodo´s eyes got teary "But you´re Gandalf"
The old man in front of him nodded, when he opened his mouth again. Frodo grabbed around his ears and whirled around, not wanting to hear anymore.
He took off from the stable. Running somewhere and yet nowhere.
: : :
A/N: Don´t you remember in The Two Towers (movie version) when Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli meet Gandalf in the woods and he doesn´t really remember them and how he explains that the time went by very slowly while he was unconscious (dead). His memory is very shallow then, he doesn´t remember the companions of the fellowship and barely remembers his nickname (Gandalf the grey)