Kate Fairbairn – Thank you! It's really nice to know parts of this made you laugh – I think that's what real life is like, laughter and tears coming all in the same day, and I'm trying to get that in the story.
shirebound – So glad you liked it! I had a hard time trying to think how Frodo would handle that fight; I'm glad you think he did all right…
Anodien – Lotho is a puzzle, isn't he? I'd say he acted out of greed and a desire to make himself important, to feel he had power over other people. A bit of a fool, especially thinking the Men would be satisfied to obey a hobbit indefinitely. I'm glad you like Rosie!
Senni – Yeah, it was kind of unexpected for me too! I thought it would be the kind of thing Frodo would do, invite Ted's brother to come to school – I hadn't counted on Fosco turning into the scene-stealer he is!
Daisy Brambleburr – Thanks, Daisy! I'm glad you think the school seems like something Frodo would do – I wasn't sure, but it seemed logical….
Jaid Skywalker – I usually update every weekend, so you know when to check, Jaid. Pippin is a bit of a card – he *might* just liberate the school supplies! (Of course, since his father is the Thain, it's not really stealing, but his Da might not see it that way.)
Chapter 17: Reparation
in which Bag End entertains guests
School went better after that. During the lads' break time, Balco taught Fosco how to fight, while the others watched and offered their own suggestions. We could hear them shouting while we tidied the schoolroom – "Get him behind the knee, Fos!" "Grab his arm!" "Get him! No!" "He's down….!"
Sam came in one day grinning. "Sounds like you're training young guardsmen out there, only for hand combat, like! When're you going to start fencing lessons, Mr. Frodo?"
"I'll save that for you, Sam, when you're Mayor."
"There you go – about the time you're Thain, I'd say that'll be."
"No, I plan to be the Hermit of Bag End, when I get past being schoolmaster," Frodo said cheerfully, and Sam grimaced.
"That's too near the truth to be a proper jest, that is. You don't hardly see no one now, save Rose and me, except for the lads. You need to get out more, Mr. Frodo."
To my surprise, Frodo nodded. "I believe you're right, Sam. Shall we walk into Bywater this evening, see who's at the Dragon?"
After supper, we all walked into Bywater, but I turned off at the farm lane to go visit my mother. I still wasn't feeling well, most days, and Mum was getting a name as an herb woman, after all her years doctoring our big family. Maybe she'd know something better than peppermint for this everlasting queasiness.
She gave me a little sack of candied ginger and another of raspberry leaf tea – and a skein of the softest, most delicate wool in her workroom.
"Didn't waste much time, the pair of you!" she said, but she was smiling. "Walk all you can, and when you sit down, put your feet up. And don't say nothing to Sam for at least a month, just in case."
"Don't you think he'll guess, looking at me?" I felt suddenly like it must be written on my forehead for all the world to see, and I couldn't decide if I was more happy and excited, or plain scared.
She laughed and drew me over to a rocking chair. "Not unless he's a good bit more noticing than any menfolks I've had to do with, Rosie. They don't see much, unless you hit 'em over the head with it."
Sam and Mr. Frodo came back with Da, and we had a late snack before we started home. My father saw us to the door with a hand on Frodo's shoulder. "I'll have the neighbours at your place tomorrow day, Mr. Frodo. We'll see if we can't sort this out for the good of all concerned."
"What was that all about?" I asked, as soon as we were in the lane.
"Getting the farmers together to see about the Mill, Rosie," said Sam. "Seems like Ted has been slow about rebuilding it, after Lotho's monstrosity was tore down – he's only about half done, and harvest coming on. Says he ain't got the money to finish."
"Which might be true enough," said Frodo. "And he'd find it hard to get workers, too, as unpopular as he is. It's asking a lot to expect one hobbit, all alone, to build something of that size."
I remembered the long ride to Frogmorton Mill, during the Troubles. "I'd think the neighbours would help him, if only to have a mill in the village," I said.
"That's what I think, too. And if money is the issue, I've still got some of what Lobelia left me, to help hobbits hurt by the Troubles."
I heard Sam chuckle in the darkness. "She may come back and haunt you, Mr. Frodo, you use her money to help Ted Sandyman! I doubt that's who she had in mind!"
"Maybe not, but he was hurt as badly as anyone, and worse than many others. In any event, Rosie is right – having the Mill here will help everyone in the neighbourhood. And if Ted is kept occupied with his proper business, he may drink less and cause less misery to his family."
"Maybe," Sam said doubtfully. "Drinking or not, Ted's always been a troublemaker."
The neighbours gathered in the parlor two evenings later, and it was an occasion! Mr. Frodo looked every inch the Master of Bag End in a brocade waistcoat and fine linen shirt with ruffles at his wrists. The white jewel round his neck flashed in the firelight and I saw several of the farmers staring at it, as I passed around stuffed mushrooms and sausage pockets. Sam served the drinks, and I about burst with pride, he looked so fine. It was fun to have company, after so many months of just the three of us rattling around the place.
There was a lot of discussion and a little shouting, but in the end it was all settled like Mr. Frodo said. The farmers would help rebuild the Mill, Ted would go back to running it, and Mr. Frodo would put up the money.
They were mostly very grateful for Frodo's help, but there was an awkward moment when old Longo Boffin remarked sourly, "Aye, and it's only right Mr. Baggins pays the damages – wouldn't have the problem in the first place had he not sold Bag End to that worthless cousin of his!"
I was afraid Sam would empty the brandy decanter over the fellow's head, and there was a gabble of consternation from the others present, but Mr. Frodo stilled it with his hand.
"Never mind, friends, I'm afraid there's some truth in that. I could hardly have found a worse buyer for Bag End than I did. So we'll call this my reparation to the community, and make the new Mill better than the old."
They went home soon after that, and Mr. Frodo sat before the parlor fire with his feet up while Sam and I carried glasses and plates out to the kitchen. He looked worn out, his arms hanging over the sides of the chair and his head flung back, eyes closed.
"Why is he so tired?" I whispered to Sam while we washed up. "It's no more than nine o'clock, and he looks so exhausted, you'd think he'd been pitching hay all day in the sun, not visiting with a couple dozen neighbours."
"Don't know, Rosie. I could've brained Longo, though – of all the churlish things to say! If it had been up to him to save the Shire by giving up everything he owned and going a long journey into darkness, Sauron would be ruling Middle Earth tonight!"
"What he said was true, nonetheless." I jumped and dropped a plate, and it shattered on the floor. Frodo had come in so quiet, we hadn't known he was there.
"I sold Bag End to Lotho, and that's what started the trouble. It's up to me to make things right, as far as I can." Sam started to contradict him, and he laid a finger across his lips. "I didn't like it either, Sam. Truth hurts, they say. Good-night."
I couldn't bear it. I'd heard enough of what happened to them on the Quest to know the whole Shire ought to be hanging honors around his neck, and here some curmudgeon was blaming him instead, and he was taking the blame! I hurried after him down the passage and grabbed his hand.
"Mr. Frodo, I've never thanked you, and I should have. The rest of them maybe don't understand, but I know what you did, and what it meant." I took a deep breath and said as serious as I could, "Thank you for saving the Shire, Frodo Baggins."
He looked down at me and the light was dim in the passage, so I couldn't hardly see his face. But he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. "You're welcome, Rose Gamgee," he said softly, and then he went in his bedroom and closed the door.
Sam was very quiet as we got ready for bed. I blew out the candle and cuddled up to him, and I could feel him trembling in the dark.
"Oh, Sam…."
"I'm glad you went after him like that, Rosie. I couldn't think what to say, nor he wouldn't've listened anyway, but that was exactly right. There's no one like him, not in Middle Earth! The King himself – he's a great man and a good one, but he didn't suffer half what Mr. Frodo did, and he's got a kingdom to show for it. What's Mr. Frodo got? His home near ruined, his hand maimed, all the laughter gone out of his eyes, and the folk who should be thanking him are bellyaching because they don't like who he sold his smial to, when he went into exile! Reparation! It's them as needs to make reparation to him, for being so ungrateful!"
I held onto him, rubbing his back and stroking his hair. He didn't say no more, but I could feel him shuddering for a while before his breathing evened out and I knew he was asleep.