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.
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.
Aelfigu: Thank you so much for your review I´m flattered to know that you like it. I would really love to read the NC-17 version of your story, I´m really enjoying it in every single way with slash or no slash. I should had mentioned that in the first chapter that the flashback Frodo was having were from the past.
Trin: Aw, thank you. I was a lurker at first. But then I came across a really good story that needed to be reviewed.
Cyber: Oh, I need to have the story a bit angsty before Gandalf remembrance. But he will remember him - I´ll give you my word on that.
Iorhael: Aw, you too! My two favourite ff.net authors reviewed me. I must be in heaven. I just don´t know if I can keep on continuing this story. But I will try my best.
- Easier To Run -
Frodo couldn't even feel the physical pain that had ached in his whole body when he started that run. Now all he could feel was the lump in his throat and all the emotional pain. The tears that were creeping behind his eyes were blocking his sight. No longer did he care where he would end up. This was not the quest he had once been appointed to, there was no specific way he could run.
Tears started to stream down his face, tears that he couldn't control anymore. Oh, how he wished Sam was there to comfort him. The sudden thought of Sam made his knees weaken and he fell to the ground
Frodo pulled himself up to his knees. Staring at the sight in front of him. In front of his very eyes lay a river, which he didn't know the name of. It was beautiful. It shimmered in the bright sun that reflected on it.
His tears still streamed down his face while he raised himself back upon his feet. His legs were giving up after all the running, he lost his footing and dropped back to his knees.
Crawling ever so slowly, he made his way toward the river. The words of Gandalf echoed in his mind ´ I believe I´ve seen you somewhere, but your name has vanished´ How? How could he not remember him. He´d known Gandalf for so many years. What happened while he was off in Mordor? What made Gandalf forget about him?
When he stopped at the riverbank his eyes searched into the river where he could see his reflection. It made his heart stop. His eyes were full of indescribable emotion and his injured face made him hate himself a lot more. Who wanted him? Who wanted him to live in this world? He was just a burden. A burden that needed to be carried around by his friends. He was the chain that held them from happiness.
His finger dug into the freezing cold water. But now he didn´t care, he slowly pulled his whole body into the water. Crying out softly, the water hit him like thousands of knives, Frodo tried to erase the thoughts of the cold while he made his way further. When he was near the middle he forced his head beneath the water level and slowly becoming motionless.
The last thought were about Sam before the darkness overtook him. ´Don´t be sad, Sam. I´m doing this for you´
If Frodo had been conscious he would had noticed when a pair of hands reached for his shoulders, placing them under his armpits and slowly being dragged to the riverbank
Merry pulled his motionless cousin from the freezing cold river and carefully laid him down at the soft grass. He placed his index and middle finger on Frodo´s neck to search for pulse but not to find one
"Frodo" His voice was weak and shaky as he whispered out his name
He wanted to run for help, but didn´t know if he would get help in time. His shaky fingers untied Frodo´s cloak then he unbuttoned his tunic. Placing his hands on Frodo´s ribcage.
He pushed down few times without a response. The figure lay peaceful at the grass. He slowly leaned Frodo´s head backwards and pinched his nose and opened up his mouth. He placed his lips upon Frodo´s to share his air
Then he placed both of his hands back at the ribcage.
After few attempts, Frodo´s head violently whirled to the side as he vomited big gulps of water. Merry brushed his cousin´s hair while the other hobbit was trying so hard to gasp for air.
"Merr - y" Frodo whimpered. His teeth clattered because of cold as he tried to turn his head to face the figure behind him
"Yes, Frodo. I´m here" Merry tried to state his sentence strongly, but it failed
"I´m sorry. I´m so sorry.." Frodo cried out as he tried to face his cousin, but Merry stopped him from turning around
"Ssh, let´s stay still for a while" Merry said "You need to recover"
"I´m so cold" Frodo cried
"I´m sorry. I have nothing warm to offer you" Merry said as he kept brushing his fingers through Frodo´s hair
Frodo fought exhaustion while Merry´s comforting hands brushed his hair. It didn´t take long until Frodo closed his eyes and didn´t open them up again. The exhaustion had won.
: : :
Frodo´s eyes jerked open when he felt the terrible pain in his ribs. The pain made it hard to breathe, so the breath he took were really shallow and rapid.
It caused a lot of pain when he tried to inhale a deep breath, which made him cry out in pain. Merry rushed to his side with Pippin and Aragorn following.
"Frodo" Pippin whispered as he reached out to grab his hand
"It... hurts" Frodo yelled through his clenched teeth
"What hurts, Frodo?" Aragorn asked softly
Frodo inhaled few shallow breaths before continuing "My ribs"
"I´m sorry, Frodo" Merry stated before Aragorn explained
"You cracked a rib, Frodo. There´s nothing I can do about except give you some herbs to dull the pain" Aragorn said
"Then give them to me!" Frodo screamed out in his frustration
Aragorn didn´t say anything, but stood quietly up and made his way out of the room
"Now, now, Frodo. There´s no need to be aggressive" Merry patted his hand
"I´m sorry. I don´t know what came over me. The pain is just so frustrating I guess" Frodo whispered sadly
"I think there´s something else bothering you, my dear cousin" Merry said
"If there was I assure I would tell you" Frodo whispered
The room was silent for a while until Pippin gasped out when he brushed Frodo´s forehead
"Merry, he´s cold" Pippin´s gaze searched Merry´s "He´s really cold"
Merry had felt the coolness in Frodo´s hand but hadn´t expected it to be more than a chill like he himself was experiencing. He slowly raised his hand and placed it on Frodo´s forehead to realize that Frodo´s body was unbelievable cold.
Frodo´s eyelids got extremely heavy while Merry´s warm hand brushed his forehead
"Pippin send out a message for some warm water for bath" Merry said, gravely
Pippin dashed out of the doors just when Aragorn entered
"What is the matter?" Aragorn asked
"I think Frodo suffers from hypothermia" Merry said "Quickly, help me get him undressed for a bath"
Just as Merry pulled his cousin to a sitting position, Frodo noticed how the whole room was spinning. He closed his eyes firmly but to realize that his head was also spinning. Nausea crept into his stomach and he violently threw his head to the side and threw up. His lungs screamed for air when he finished, but Frodo couldn´t hear them calling for long because his body settled into deep sleep.
: : :
TBC
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.
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.
Aelfigu: Thank you so much for your review I´m flattered to know that you like it. I would really love to read the NC-17 version of your story, I´m really enjoying it in every single way with slash or no slash. I should had mentioned that in the first chapter that the flashback Frodo was having were from the past.
Trin: Aw, thank you. I was a lurker at first. But then I came across a really good story that needed to be reviewed.
Cyber: Oh, I need to have the story a bit angsty before Gandalf remembrance. But he will remember him - I´ll give you my word on that.
Iorhael: Aw, you too! My two favourite ff.net authors reviewed me. I must be in heaven. I just don´t know if I can keep on continuing this story. But I will try my best.
- Easier To Run -
Frodo couldn't even feel the physical pain that had ached in his whole body when he started that run. Now all he could feel was the lump in his throat and all the emotional pain. The tears that were creeping behind his eyes were blocking his sight. No longer did he care where he would end up. This was not the quest he had once been appointed to, there was no specific way he could run.
Tears started to stream down his face, tears that he couldn't control anymore. Oh, how he wished Sam was there to comfort him. The sudden thought of Sam made his knees weaken and he fell to the ground
Frodo pulled himself up to his knees. Staring at the sight in front of him. In front of his very eyes lay a river, which he didn't know the name of. It was beautiful. It shimmered in the bright sun that reflected on it.
His tears still streamed down his face while he raised himself back upon his feet. His legs were giving up after all the running, he lost his footing and dropped back to his knees.
Crawling ever so slowly, he made his way toward the river. The words of Gandalf echoed in his mind ´ I believe I´ve seen you somewhere, but your name has vanished´ How? How could he not remember him. He´d known Gandalf for so many years. What happened while he was off in Mordor? What made Gandalf forget about him?
When he stopped at the riverbank his eyes searched into the river where he could see his reflection. It made his heart stop. His eyes were full of indescribable emotion and his injured face made him hate himself a lot more. Who wanted him? Who wanted him to live in this world? He was just a burden. A burden that needed to be carried around by his friends. He was the chain that held them from happiness.
His finger dug into the freezing cold water. But now he didn´t care, he slowly pulled his whole body into the water. Crying out softly, the water hit him like thousands of knives, Frodo tried to erase the thoughts of the cold while he made his way further. When he was near the middle he forced his head beneath the water level and slowly becoming motionless.
The last thought were about Sam before the darkness overtook him. ´Don´t be sad, Sam. I´m doing this for you´
If Frodo had been conscious he would had noticed when a pair of hands reached for his shoulders, placing them under his armpits and slowly being dragged to the riverbank
Merry pulled his motionless cousin from the freezing cold river and carefully laid him down at the soft grass. He placed his index and middle finger on Frodo´s neck to search for pulse but not to find one
"Frodo" His voice was weak and shaky as he whispered out his name
He wanted to run for help, but didn´t know if he would get help in time. His shaky fingers untied Frodo´s cloak then he unbuttoned his tunic. Placing his hands on Frodo´s ribcage.
He pushed down few times without a response. The figure lay peaceful at the grass. He slowly leaned Frodo´s head backwards and pinched his nose and opened up his mouth. He placed his lips upon Frodo´s to share his air
Then he placed both of his hands back at the ribcage.
After few attempts, Frodo´s head violently whirled to the side as he vomited big gulps of water. Merry brushed his cousin´s hair while the other hobbit was trying so hard to gasp for air.
"Merr - y" Frodo whimpered. His teeth clattered because of cold as he tried to turn his head to face the figure behind him
"Yes, Frodo. I´m here" Merry tried to state his sentence strongly, but it failed
"I´m sorry. I´m so sorry.." Frodo cried out as he tried to face his cousin, but Merry stopped him from turning around
"Ssh, let´s stay still for a while" Merry said "You need to recover"
"I´m so cold" Frodo cried
"I´m sorry. I have nothing warm to offer you" Merry said as he kept brushing his fingers through Frodo´s hair
Frodo fought exhaustion while Merry´s comforting hands brushed his hair. It didn´t take long until Frodo closed his eyes and didn´t open them up again. The exhaustion had won.
: : :
Frodo´s eyes jerked open when he felt the terrible pain in his ribs. The pain made it hard to breathe, so the breath he took were really shallow and rapid.
It caused a lot of pain when he tried to inhale a deep breath, which made him cry out in pain. Merry rushed to his side with Pippin and Aragorn following.
"Frodo" Pippin whispered as he reached out to grab his hand
"It... hurts" Frodo yelled through his clenched teeth
"What hurts, Frodo?" Aragorn asked softly
Frodo inhaled few shallow breaths before continuing "My ribs"
"I´m sorry, Frodo" Merry stated before Aragorn explained
"You cracked a rib, Frodo. There´s nothing I can do about except give you some herbs to dull the pain" Aragorn said
"Then give them to me!" Frodo screamed out in his frustration
Aragorn didn´t say anything, but stood quietly up and made his way out of the room
"Now, now, Frodo. There´s no need to be aggressive" Merry patted his hand
"I´m sorry. I don´t know what came over me. The pain is just so frustrating I guess" Frodo whispered sadly
"I think there´s something else bothering you, my dear cousin" Merry said
"If there was I assure I would tell you" Frodo whispered
The room was silent for a while until Pippin gasped out when he brushed Frodo´s forehead
"Merry, he´s cold" Pippin´s gaze searched Merry´s "He´s really cold"
Merry had felt the coolness in Frodo´s hand but hadn´t expected it to be more than a chill like he himself was experiencing. He slowly raised his hand and placed it on Frodo´s forehead to realize that Frodo´s body was unbelievable cold.
Frodo´s eyelids got extremely heavy while Merry´s warm hand brushed his forehead
"Pippin send out a message for some warm water for bath" Merry said, gravely
Pippin dashed out of the doors just when Aragorn entered
"What is the matter?" Aragorn asked
"I think Frodo suffers from hypothermia" Merry said "Quickly, help me get him undressed for a bath"
Just as Merry pulled his cousin to a sitting position, Frodo noticed how the whole room was spinning. He closed his eyes firmly but to realize that his head was also spinning. Nausea crept into his stomach and he violently threw his head to the side and threw up. His lungs screamed for air when he finished, but Frodo couldn´t hear them calling for long because his body settled into deep sleep.
: : :
TBC