~*~ If this has posted twice, please forgive me! The first post gave every
indication of having been eaten by a troll on its way to its
destination.~*~
ZoSo Gamgee - Baggins - A Took and a Brandybuck can be quite useful sometimes! Sam doesn't make a habit of brawling, but he's willing to try for his Frodo! Ahh, together again! Shall we see what to do with Bramblethorn?
FrodoBaggins1982 - Glad you enjoyed the fight and dream scenes. I also feel a certain sadness that this story is ending, but it will still be there if you want to read it again! Let's see how our heroes are doing now.
Aratlithiel - Another cheer for Merry and Pippin! That's not the end. We still have to punish that nasty villain, don't we?
Endymion - We had a few minor complications arise during that rescue, didn't we? Gotta have at least one or two. It really didn't take Merry and Pippin too long to get inside and help Sam. What takes minutes to describe takes seconds to happen. In this case, just long enough for Sam and Bramblethorn to say what they wanted to each other.
Trilliah - Returning from the land of final exams! Lots has happened since you were able to join us last, but it looks like you're all caught up now. Bramblethorn is indeed an abomination! And we have to punish him, don't we? And Sam is sweet until you threaten someone he loves. Then, look out!
Missstook1420 - Merry's got attitude, yes? "Greetings from Buckland!"
QTPie - 2488 - Frodo's ok. And Sam deserved the last swing at Bramblethorn, didn't he?
Aelfgifu - Yes, Sam was very brave! Hope your Merry/Sam fight scene meets your expectations. I'm sure we'll love it! And this isn't quite over yet. We still have to punish Bramblethorn and get Frodo back to normal life at Bag End.
Author's Note - This story will end with Chapter 15, for those of you who have been reviewing each chapter as it posts, and are asking, "Is that all? Is this the end?"
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Chapter 13 - Discussions and Decisions
Merry and Pippin left Bramblethorn unconscious and tied up in one of the rooms of the smial. The Mayor and his people would deal with him. For now, all that mattered was getting Frodo to a safe place.
Frodo was making his best attempt to stand, supported on either side by Merry and Sam. He leaned heavily on them, unable to go far by himself after days of confinement and hunger. The injury to his ankle didn't trouble him much, but the cumulative effects of his treatment at Bramblethorn's hands had left him with little strength.
"I'll go tell Mayor Whitfoot what's happened," Pippin volunteered. "I'll bring back one of the ponies for Frodo to ride back to the inn."
"Good idea, Pip," Merry replied with a glance at Frodo. I don't think he can walk all the way back to town."
Frodo looked at Pippin in confusion. "Mayor Whitfoot?" He asked. "Pippin, what - "
"Mr. Pippin, if you please, ask the Innkeeper to find a healer too." Sam tightened his grip on Frodo's waist. He wanted nothing left to chance. Bramblethorn claimed he hadn't yet used Frodo for his own pleasure, but what good was his word? There could be more than bruises to worry about.
Frodo had given up his questioning about the Mayor. He was too exhausted to press for details. It was certain he would hear the entire tale eventually.
Pippin nodded and immediately started running up the road as if Farmer Maggot's dogs were at his heels. Sam and Merry continued to help Frodo as they made what progress they could in the direction of the inn. It was slow going, with frequent stops to let Frodo rest. After putting some distance between themselves and the smial, they stopped altogether to wait for Pippin and the pony.
They rested by the side of the road, waiting anxiously, Frodo lying down with his head in Sam's lap. Sam carefully brushed Frodo's hair away from his eyes and fought back his grief at his master's battered condition. The fact that Frodo's injuries had been inflicted upon him by one of his own race was deeply disturbing to Sam. Such behavior could be expected from orcs perhaps, but from hobbits? It was unheard of.
Frodo groaned and opened his eyes, seeing the expression on Sam's face. "My brave Sam," he said quietly. "You mustn't blame yourself for any of this. It's not your fault, not any of it."
"He's right, Sam," Merry spoke up. "In fact, it was due to your quick thinking and bravery that we were able to find and rescue Frodo."
Sam looked down at his fingers, resting lightly in Frodo's hair. "Thank you, Mr. Merry. That's kind of you to say, but I can't help it," he said, his voice faltering slightly. "This wasn't supposed to happen. Things like this don't happen in the Shire," he said sadly.
Merry placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, not quite sure what to say in response. Sam was right. ~And thank the Valar for that,~ Merry thought grimly.
Sam enfolded his master in a gentle, but protective embrace. Frodo's eyes were closed as he rested, conserving his strength. Sam looked at Frodo's bruised face, reading the signature of Bramblethorn's brutality. One eye was fairly well blackened and still swollen. One cheek was marred by partially healed scratches and more dark discoloration. How had Frodo withstood such treatment?
Sam could feel Frodo's ribs through the torn fabric of his shirt. That beast had starved him too! There had been no time for Sam to get any further information from Frodo about what Bramblethorn had done to him. If Sam had his way, he would have carried Frodo from the smial. Just because Frodo could walk with assistance didn't mean he ought to be doing it, Sam thought bitterly.
A short while later, Pippin appeared on the road ahead, riding Merry's pony. It was the more gentle and good-natured of the two, and less likely to cause Frodo additional discomfort. Breathing a sigh of relief, Merry stood and waved to his cousin.
"Mr. Frodo," Sam gently roused his master. "Mr. Pippin is back with the pony."
Frodo opened his eyes and sat up with Sam's help. Merry and Sam helped him onto the pony's back and they started again for the inn. Merry led the pony and Sam and Pippin walked on either side, taking care not to let Frodo slip off the animal's back. They reached the inn without incident, and Frodo was promptly carried up the stairs to bed, and a local healer was waiting for him. Also waiting was a tray with hot soup and freshly baked bread.
The healer sent everyone else from the room while he assessed Frodo's condition. After a short while, the door opened and he stepped into the hallway to speak with Sam. With the healer's permission, Merry and Pippin entered the room to join Frodo.
Merry watched Frodo with concern. Frodo looked thinner and paler than usual as a result of his ordeal. Merry shuddered inwardly as he looked at the bruises darkening on his cousin's fair face, afraid to imagine exactly what Frodo had endured as Bramblethorn's captive. At least he was eating and seemed very much the better for it, even if it was only soup.
Frodo blinked at Merry and a wan smile began to cross his face. "Remind me never to make you angry," he said quietly. "You have a fair talent for brawling, cousin." Merry summoned a smile in return.
"I'd be in for it if I tried that at Brandy Hall, but I had a good excuse for it here," Merry replied evenly. "Too bad Sam finished the job so handily. I'd have liked another opportunity to teach Bramblethorn not to lay his hands on a member of my family."
"I'll agree with that," Pippin said, standing at Merry's side. "No one will hurt you Frodo, not if we have aught to do with it!"
Frodo laughed slightly. "Thank you both for everything," Frodo said, looking each of them in the eye. "Between Sam and the two of you, I should be very safe here. Where is Sam?"
"In the hallway, talking with the healer about all the things they're not going to let you do until you've completely recovered," Merry answered, an impish gleam in his eye. "I hope you're prepared to be waited on hand and foot for a time, because Sam has that look about him."
A cup of something hot and fragrant steamed on the bedside table. Pippin handed it to Frodo and encouraged him to take a sip. "The healer must have left this for you," he noted. "I imagine there's a little something in it besides tea?"
Frodo gave another little smile. "A mild sedative. He wants me to rest, mostly." Frodo sipped from the steaming cup, and looked a little surprised. "The next time I'm down with something, I hope I'm in Bywater." The taste of the potion was actually something near to pleasant, as opposed to some of the noxious cures the healers at home had insisted upon pouring down his throat in the past. "I wonder if he would divulge the secret ingredients to us?"
Pippin smiled at Frodo's attempt at levity. A good sign, for certain. "More?" He asked and Frodo nodded.
The conversation in the room continued, and Frodo found himself cheered somewhat by his lively cousins. He was tired, though. He closed his eyes again, and his cousins sat quietly by his bedside, watching over him.
In the hallway, Sam and the healer discussed Frodo's condition in low voices. "Bruises, mostly. He's dehydrated and needs some proper nourishment, and rest. Plenty of it, mind you," the healer instructed Sam. Sam nodded. He would see to that.
"Begging your pardon Sir," Sam began, "How long before he'll be strong enough to go home?" Sam was concerned about Frodo being away from Bag End. With what Frodo had been through, Sam felt that he needed to be home, in familiar surroundings.
"Not long, I think," the healer replied. "He's responding well and looks a lot better for having a bit of food and something to drink. He can have more solid food tomorrow, if he feels so inclined." The healer considered Sam's question a moment longer, then continued. "He can leave for Hobbiton whenever he feels ready, perhaps in a day or two." That was good news, if Sam had ever heard any.
Sam thanked the healer for his advice and assistance. He was about to turn and go back into the room when Mayor Whitfoot appeared on the stairs.
"How is he, Sam, my lad?" The Mayor inquired with concern. "May I speak with him for a moment?" Sam opened the door and peeked in. Frodo was resting, talking quietly with Merry and Pippin, and sipping something from a cup.
"He's awake, Sir. May I ask him if he's up to it?" Sam said courteously.
"By all means, Samwise," the Mayor said, and waited patiently in the hallway as Sam slipped quietly through the door to the bedside. A moment later, Sam emerged with Merry and Pippin close behind.
"Sir, he said he would be pleased to see you now," Sam said as he ushered the rotund Mayor through the door. Merry and Pippin greeted the Mayor politely told Sam they would be in the common room. They walked down the stairs together and disappeared among the tables, chairs and patrons. Sam ushered the Mayor into the room.
"Mayor Whitfoot!" Frodo greeted the Mayor with a genuine smile. "It's a very pleasant surprise to see you here."
"Quite glad to see you as well, lad, believe me," the Mayor replied as he took a chair next to the bed. "You seem to be doing better."
"Much better, thank you." Frodo regarded the Mayor with a look of gratitude. "I can't thank you enough for what you've done. If you hadn't come immediately to Bywater and showed that document to Sam - "
"Make no mention of it, Master Baggins. I was pleased to do it. I remember that awful mess two years ago, and I was suspicious immediately when that document arrived with your signature. That was a bit of clever work, adding that Elvish script to it," he said, impressed with Frodo's quick thinking. "A good thing you've been teaching Master Samwise here the basics of the language, for the rest of us were quite unable to decipher it."
Sam colored at the Mayor's statement, slightly embarrassed by the praise. His Gaffer had been doubtful regarding the merits of Sam spending valuable time learning Elvish, but it was likely he would feel differently after this.
The conversation turned inevitably to Bramblethorn. "What's to be done with that wicked creature now?" Sam questioned. "He can't be allowed back in the Shire, can he Mr. Mayor?"
"Most certainly not, Samwise," the Mayor replied gravely. "He has caused a great deal of misery and is a proven danger to the good people of the Shire."
Sam nodded. "Mr. Frodo, I'll leave you two to talk together." He was reluctant to leave Frodo's side, but this was a private conversation and it wasn't his place to intrude. Frodo would share the details with him later, if he felt inclined to. "I'll be with Mr. Merry and Mr. Pippin if you need me," he said as he stepped out the door, closing it softly behind him.
The Mayor shifted uncomfortably in the chair by the bedside. "Some of the good citizens here were kind enough to assist with taking Bramblethorn into custody." The moment Pippin had burst through the doors of the inn, the Mayor had listened to his account of the events at the smial and had begun getting a team together to retrieve Bramblethorn. They had left just as Sam, Merry and Pippin arrived with Frodo.
Mayor Whitfoot regarded Frodo kindly, but with a reluctant air as he spoke again. "Frodo, I know you've been through quite an ordeal. I don't want to ask anything of you that may be difficult for you."
Frodo nodded slightly. He knew this conversation would eventually come about. There would be things he would have to face, and statements to be made.
"Having been on the receiving end of his transgressions, you will have a say in what's to be done with the scoundrel, Frodo. I must admit, I'm deeply troubled." The Mayor took a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at his forehead. "Bramblethorn has been exiled once already, and has only returned to do even greater damage than before. Yet, there is not much else to be done with him. We simply have no provision for handling such miscreants as Bramblethorn. He is unique, I'm afraid."
Frodo smiled slightly at hearing Bramblethorn described as 'unique'. "Yes, I suppose he is at that, and thankfully so!" The Mayor smiled at Frodo's statement. "Mr. Mayor, I've been thinking about what I feel should be done, and I've drawn the same conclusions you have." Frodo sat up a little straighter against the pile of pillows at his back.
"We've no place to keep such a person separated from others in the Shire." He looked down at his hands briefly, then looked into the Mayor's eyes. "Besides which, having been a prisoner myself, I cannot in good conscience condemn another to a similar fate, even if he would be treated far more kindly than I have been."
The Mayor listened intently to Frodo's words. What a thoroughly remarkable young hobbit Master Baggins was! He had suffered unspeakably at the hands of that villain, and still had yet to speak a vengeful word.
The Mayor cleared his throat and spoke. "If Bramblethorn is sent back into exile, we must prepare for the possibility that he will attempt more treachery in the future." He stood and walked to the window, looking out at the sunny day and thinking. "Rumors of unrest outside the Shire have been growing of late. The number of Bounders is to be increased as it is. That in itself will be helpful, but they must also be made aware of Bramblethorn's identity. They must be able to recognize him on sight should he return."
"Increasing the watch is a good idea," Frodo answered. "But the rest of the Shirefolk need to know Bramblethorn's identity if they are to be able to report having seen him."
"Wisely spoken, Frodo." The Mayor resumed his seat. "There will, of course, need to be statements given by those involved. I shall have to ask for your account of what happened, and the same from your cousins and Master Samwise."
Frodo paled and gave the Mayor a look of dismay. "You don't mean - " he swallowed and began again. "You're not saying that I shall have to speak about this before an assembly?"
The Mayor's expression changed to one of kindness and concern. "No, no, Frodo! On the contrary. That shall not be asked of you, after all you have endured. What will be asked is that you submit your statement in written form for the Records, nothing more." The Mayor could see from Frodo's appearance that he had suffered significant physical abuse at the hands of his captor. What then, had his mind been subjected to?
Frodo was deeply relieved to hear the Mayor's words. He didn't think he could bear to relive his awful experience by telling it to a crowd of others, many of them complete strangers.
"And what of Bramblethorn?" Frodo asked cautiously, the vile name nearly sticking in his throat. "How will he be punished?"
"He will be expelled from the Shire, of course," the Mayor countered, "but not before the citizens have had a good look at him, to know him for creature that he is. He will spend one day on public display in the town square of each major settlement in the Shire, ending with Hobbiton. He will be bound, and will receive short rations of food and water. At the end of his public humiliation, he will be marched to the borders and sent from the Shire once again." The Mayor gave Frodo a slight smile. "You needn't worry about him returning to torment you again. He would be recognized almost instantly in any populated place in the Shire, should he take it into his head to make any further attempt."
Frodo nodded. The Mayor had obviously given plenty of thought to the plan. "It seems wise that he be seen by as many of the Shirefolk as possible, but what of the treatment he will receive during his punishment?" Frodo was uncomfortable with what the Mayor had told him. "Are we to answer cruelty with more of the same?"
"Frodo, you are an astonishing hobbit to say the least," the Mayor said, shaking his head. "There is no nice term for what Bramblethorn did to you. You were tortured, as if in the hands of orcs! Bramblethorn must be made to feel at least a portion of the discomfort he has caused you."
"I suppose I can understand your reasoning, Mr. Mayor. But you are certain he will not suffer needlessly?" Frodo continued as the Mayor nodded. "It isn't that I'm not angered by what he did to me," Frodo explained. "But I can tell you there has been enough pain and misery as it is. I have no wish to have any more caused in my name."
"Nor do I, my lad. Nor do I." The Mayor laid a reassuring hand on Frodo's shoulder and smiled at him again. "I should leave you to your rest now," he said as he rose from the chair. "Our good healer has provided you with a little something in that brew to help you sleep, and it looks as if it's making itself useful."
"I do feel a bit - " Frodo's words were overtaken by a prodigious yawn, and he colored with embarrassment for having allowed himself to gape like a sleepy child in the Mayor's presence. "Pardon me. I am rather sleepy, now that you mention it."
"I'll send that young Gamgee back to you now. I doubt he could be kept away much longer," Mayor Whitfoot said with a chuckle as he walked to the door. "I hope to speak with you again before your return to Hobbiton, Frodo. Sleep well!"
Frodo leaned back gratefully against the pillows and closed his eyes. He was relieved beyond expression that he would not be expected to appear in public to air his grievance regarding Bramblethorn. He pushed all thoughts of the matter away for the time being and welcomed the healer's gift of a deep, strength - renewing sleep.
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Sam opened the door silently and took up his watch at Frodo's side. Frodo was asleep, and thankfully no distressing dreams seemed to be troubling him for the moment. He had a feeling he knew what Frodo and the Mayor had been discussing for the last little while. Something would have to be done with Bramblethorn. He would have to be punished for what he had done to Frodo. Sam could think of a number of things he thought would be fitting retributions for that nasty creature's doings, but he doubted that the Mayor would allow them.
He watched over Frodo as he slept, wishing he could make the bruises and aches disappear with a gentle touch. Only time could do that, he reflected a little sadly. Still - He reached out and carefully swept tousled curls from Frodo's forehead with a light touch. He then very lightly traced over the bruised and scratched skin of Frodo's cheek. "If love can heal you, Mr. Frodo, I give you mine," he whispered. "Every last bit of it, too."
~*~ To be continued ~*~
ZoSo Gamgee - Baggins - A Took and a Brandybuck can be quite useful sometimes! Sam doesn't make a habit of brawling, but he's willing to try for his Frodo! Ahh, together again! Shall we see what to do with Bramblethorn?
FrodoBaggins1982 - Glad you enjoyed the fight and dream scenes. I also feel a certain sadness that this story is ending, but it will still be there if you want to read it again! Let's see how our heroes are doing now.
Aratlithiel - Another cheer for Merry and Pippin! That's not the end. We still have to punish that nasty villain, don't we?
Endymion - We had a few minor complications arise during that rescue, didn't we? Gotta have at least one or two. It really didn't take Merry and Pippin too long to get inside and help Sam. What takes minutes to describe takes seconds to happen. In this case, just long enough for Sam and Bramblethorn to say what they wanted to each other.
Trilliah - Returning from the land of final exams! Lots has happened since you were able to join us last, but it looks like you're all caught up now. Bramblethorn is indeed an abomination! And we have to punish him, don't we? And Sam is sweet until you threaten someone he loves. Then, look out!
Missstook1420 - Merry's got attitude, yes? "Greetings from Buckland!"
QTPie - 2488 - Frodo's ok. And Sam deserved the last swing at Bramblethorn, didn't he?
Aelfgifu - Yes, Sam was very brave! Hope your Merry/Sam fight scene meets your expectations. I'm sure we'll love it! And this isn't quite over yet. We still have to punish Bramblethorn and get Frodo back to normal life at Bag End.
Author's Note - This story will end with Chapter 15, for those of you who have been reviewing each chapter as it posts, and are asking, "Is that all? Is this the end?"
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Chapter 13 - Discussions and Decisions
Merry and Pippin left Bramblethorn unconscious and tied up in one of the rooms of the smial. The Mayor and his people would deal with him. For now, all that mattered was getting Frodo to a safe place.
Frodo was making his best attempt to stand, supported on either side by Merry and Sam. He leaned heavily on them, unable to go far by himself after days of confinement and hunger. The injury to his ankle didn't trouble him much, but the cumulative effects of his treatment at Bramblethorn's hands had left him with little strength.
"I'll go tell Mayor Whitfoot what's happened," Pippin volunteered. "I'll bring back one of the ponies for Frodo to ride back to the inn."
"Good idea, Pip," Merry replied with a glance at Frodo. I don't think he can walk all the way back to town."
Frodo looked at Pippin in confusion. "Mayor Whitfoot?" He asked. "Pippin, what - "
"Mr. Pippin, if you please, ask the Innkeeper to find a healer too." Sam tightened his grip on Frodo's waist. He wanted nothing left to chance. Bramblethorn claimed he hadn't yet used Frodo for his own pleasure, but what good was his word? There could be more than bruises to worry about.
Frodo had given up his questioning about the Mayor. He was too exhausted to press for details. It was certain he would hear the entire tale eventually.
Pippin nodded and immediately started running up the road as if Farmer Maggot's dogs were at his heels. Sam and Merry continued to help Frodo as they made what progress they could in the direction of the inn. It was slow going, with frequent stops to let Frodo rest. After putting some distance between themselves and the smial, they stopped altogether to wait for Pippin and the pony.
They rested by the side of the road, waiting anxiously, Frodo lying down with his head in Sam's lap. Sam carefully brushed Frodo's hair away from his eyes and fought back his grief at his master's battered condition. The fact that Frodo's injuries had been inflicted upon him by one of his own race was deeply disturbing to Sam. Such behavior could be expected from orcs perhaps, but from hobbits? It was unheard of.
Frodo groaned and opened his eyes, seeing the expression on Sam's face. "My brave Sam," he said quietly. "You mustn't blame yourself for any of this. It's not your fault, not any of it."
"He's right, Sam," Merry spoke up. "In fact, it was due to your quick thinking and bravery that we were able to find and rescue Frodo."
Sam looked down at his fingers, resting lightly in Frodo's hair. "Thank you, Mr. Merry. That's kind of you to say, but I can't help it," he said, his voice faltering slightly. "This wasn't supposed to happen. Things like this don't happen in the Shire," he said sadly.
Merry placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, not quite sure what to say in response. Sam was right. ~And thank the Valar for that,~ Merry thought grimly.
Sam enfolded his master in a gentle, but protective embrace. Frodo's eyes were closed as he rested, conserving his strength. Sam looked at Frodo's bruised face, reading the signature of Bramblethorn's brutality. One eye was fairly well blackened and still swollen. One cheek was marred by partially healed scratches and more dark discoloration. How had Frodo withstood such treatment?
Sam could feel Frodo's ribs through the torn fabric of his shirt. That beast had starved him too! There had been no time for Sam to get any further information from Frodo about what Bramblethorn had done to him. If Sam had his way, he would have carried Frodo from the smial. Just because Frodo could walk with assistance didn't mean he ought to be doing it, Sam thought bitterly.
A short while later, Pippin appeared on the road ahead, riding Merry's pony. It was the more gentle and good-natured of the two, and less likely to cause Frodo additional discomfort. Breathing a sigh of relief, Merry stood and waved to his cousin.
"Mr. Frodo," Sam gently roused his master. "Mr. Pippin is back with the pony."
Frodo opened his eyes and sat up with Sam's help. Merry and Sam helped him onto the pony's back and they started again for the inn. Merry led the pony and Sam and Pippin walked on either side, taking care not to let Frodo slip off the animal's back. They reached the inn without incident, and Frodo was promptly carried up the stairs to bed, and a local healer was waiting for him. Also waiting was a tray with hot soup and freshly baked bread.
The healer sent everyone else from the room while he assessed Frodo's condition. After a short while, the door opened and he stepped into the hallway to speak with Sam. With the healer's permission, Merry and Pippin entered the room to join Frodo.
Merry watched Frodo with concern. Frodo looked thinner and paler than usual as a result of his ordeal. Merry shuddered inwardly as he looked at the bruises darkening on his cousin's fair face, afraid to imagine exactly what Frodo had endured as Bramblethorn's captive. At least he was eating and seemed very much the better for it, even if it was only soup.
Frodo blinked at Merry and a wan smile began to cross his face. "Remind me never to make you angry," he said quietly. "You have a fair talent for brawling, cousin." Merry summoned a smile in return.
"I'd be in for it if I tried that at Brandy Hall, but I had a good excuse for it here," Merry replied evenly. "Too bad Sam finished the job so handily. I'd have liked another opportunity to teach Bramblethorn not to lay his hands on a member of my family."
"I'll agree with that," Pippin said, standing at Merry's side. "No one will hurt you Frodo, not if we have aught to do with it!"
Frodo laughed slightly. "Thank you both for everything," Frodo said, looking each of them in the eye. "Between Sam and the two of you, I should be very safe here. Where is Sam?"
"In the hallway, talking with the healer about all the things they're not going to let you do until you've completely recovered," Merry answered, an impish gleam in his eye. "I hope you're prepared to be waited on hand and foot for a time, because Sam has that look about him."
A cup of something hot and fragrant steamed on the bedside table. Pippin handed it to Frodo and encouraged him to take a sip. "The healer must have left this for you," he noted. "I imagine there's a little something in it besides tea?"
Frodo gave another little smile. "A mild sedative. He wants me to rest, mostly." Frodo sipped from the steaming cup, and looked a little surprised. "The next time I'm down with something, I hope I'm in Bywater." The taste of the potion was actually something near to pleasant, as opposed to some of the noxious cures the healers at home had insisted upon pouring down his throat in the past. "I wonder if he would divulge the secret ingredients to us?"
Pippin smiled at Frodo's attempt at levity. A good sign, for certain. "More?" He asked and Frodo nodded.
The conversation in the room continued, and Frodo found himself cheered somewhat by his lively cousins. He was tired, though. He closed his eyes again, and his cousins sat quietly by his bedside, watching over him.
In the hallway, Sam and the healer discussed Frodo's condition in low voices. "Bruises, mostly. He's dehydrated and needs some proper nourishment, and rest. Plenty of it, mind you," the healer instructed Sam. Sam nodded. He would see to that.
"Begging your pardon Sir," Sam began, "How long before he'll be strong enough to go home?" Sam was concerned about Frodo being away from Bag End. With what Frodo had been through, Sam felt that he needed to be home, in familiar surroundings.
"Not long, I think," the healer replied. "He's responding well and looks a lot better for having a bit of food and something to drink. He can have more solid food tomorrow, if he feels so inclined." The healer considered Sam's question a moment longer, then continued. "He can leave for Hobbiton whenever he feels ready, perhaps in a day or two." That was good news, if Sam had ever heard any.
Sam thanked the healer for his advice and assistance. He was about to turn and go back into the room when Mayor Whitfoot appeared on the stairs.
"How is he, Sam, my lad?" The Mayor inquired with concern. "May I speak with him for a moment?" Sam opened the door and peeked in. Frodo was resting, talking quietly with Merry and Pippin, and sipping something from a cup.
"He's awake, Sir. May I ask him if he's up to it?" Sam said courteously.
"By all means, Samwise," the Mayor said, and waited patiently in the hallway as Sam slipped quietly through the door to the bedside. A moment later, Sam emerged with Merry and Pippin close behind.
"Sir, he said he would be pleased to see you now," Sam said as he ushered the rotund Mayor through the door. Merry and Pippin greeted the Mayor politely told Sam they would be in the common room. They walked down the stairs together and disappeared among the tables, chairs and patrons. Sam ushered the Mayor into the room.
"Mayor Whitfoot!" Frodo greeted the Mayor with a genuine smile. "It's a very pleasant surprise to see you here."
"Quite glad to see you as well, lad, believe me," the Mayor replied as he took a chair next to the bed. "You seem to be doing better."
"Much better, thank you." Frodo regarded the Mayor with a look of gratitude. "I can't thank you enough for what you've done. If you hadn't come immediately to Bywater and showed that document to Sam - "
"Make no mention of it, Master Baggins. I was pleased to do it. I remember that awful mess two years ago, and I was suspicious immediately when that document arrived with your signature. That was a bit of clever work, adding that Elvish script to it," he said, impressed with Frodo's quick thinking. "A good thing you've been teaching Master Samwise here the basics of the language, for the rest of us were quite unable to decipher it."
Sam colored at the Mayor's statement, slightly embarrassed by the praise. His Gaffer had been doubtful regarding the merits of Sam spending valuable time learning Elvish, but it was likely he would feel differently after this.
The conversation turned inevitably to Bramblethorn. "What's to be done with that wicked creature now?" Sam questioned. "He can't be allowed back in the Shire, can he Mr. Mayor?"
"Most certainly not, Samwise," the Mayor replied gravely. "He has caused a great deal of misery and is a proven danger to the good people of the Shire."
Sam nodded. "Mr. Frodo, I'll leave you two to talk together." He was reluctant to leave Frodo's side, but this was a private conversation and it wasn't his place to intrude. Frodo would share the details with him later, if he felt inclined to. "I'll be with Mr. Merry and Mr. Pippin if you need me," he said as he stepped out the door, closing it softly behind him.
The Mayor shifted uncomfortably in the chair by the bedside. "Some of the good citizens here were kind enough to assist with taking Bramblethorn into custody." The moment Pippin had burst through the doors of the inn, the Mayor had listened to his account of the events at the smial and had begun getting a team together to retrieve Bramblethorn. They had left just as Sam, Merry and Pippin arrived with Frodo.
Mayor Whitfoot regarded Frodo kindly, but with a reluctant air as he spoke again. "Frodo, I know you've been through quite an ordeal. I don't want to ask anything of you that may be difficult for you."
Frodo nodded slightly. He knew this conversation would eventually come about. There would be things he would have to face, and statements to be made.
"Having been on the receiving end of his transgressions, you will have a say in what's to be done with the scoundrel, Frodo. I must admit, I'm deeply troubled." The Mayor took a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at his forehead. "Bramblethorn has been exiled once already, and has only returned to do even greater damage than before. Yet, there is not much else to be done with him. We simply have no provision for handling such miscreants as Bramblethorn. He is unique, I'm afraid."
Frodo smiled slightly at hearing Bramblethorn described as 'unique'. "Yes, I suppose he is at that, and thankfully so!" The Mayor smiled at Frodo's statement. "Mr. Mayor, I've been thinking about what I feel should be done, and I've drawn the same conclusions you have." Frodo sat up a little straighter against the pile of pillows at his back.
"We've no place to keep such a person separated from others in the Shire." He looked down at his hands briefly, then looked into the Mayor's eyes. "Besides which, having been a prisoner myself, I cannot in good conscience condemn another to a similar fate, even if he would be treated far more kindly than I have been."
The Mayor listened intently to Frodo's words. What a thoroughly remarkable young hobbit Master Baggins was! He had suffered unspeakably at the hands of that villain, and still had yet to speak a vengeful word.
The Mayor cleared his throat and spoke. "If Bramblethorn is sent back into exile, we must prepare for the possibility that he will attempt more treachery in the future." He stood and walked to the window, looking out at the sunny day and thinking. "Rumors of unrest outside the Shire have been growing of late. The number of Bounders is to be increased as it is. That in itself will be helpful, but they must also be made aware of Bramblethorn's identity. They must be able to recognize him on sight should he return."
"Increasing the watch is a good idea," Frodo answered. "But the rest of the Shirefolk need to know Bramblethorn's identity if they are to be able to report having seen him."
"Wisely spoken, Frodo." The Mayor resumed his seat. "There will, of course, need to be statements given by those involved. I shall have to ask for your account of what happened, and the same from your cousins and Master Samwise."
Frodo paled and gave the Mayor a look of dismay. "You don't mean - " he swallowed and began again. "You're not saying that I shall have to speak about this before an assembly?"
The Mayor's expression changed to one of kindness and concern. "No, no, Frodo! On the contrary. That shall not be asked of you, after all you have endured. What will be asked is that you submit your statement in written form for the Records, nothing more." The Mayor could see from Frodo's appearance that he had suffered significant physical abuse at the hands of his captor. What then, had his mind been subjected to?
Frodo was deeply relieved to hear the Mayor's words. He didn't think he could bear to relive his awful experience by telling it to a crowd of others, many of them complete strangers.
"And what of Bramblethorn?" Frodo asked cautiously, the vile name nearly sticking in his throat. "How will he be punished?"
"He will be expelled from the Shire, of course," the Mayor countered, "but not before the citizens have had a good look at him, to know him for creature that he is. He will spend one day on public display in the town square of each major settlement in the Shire, ending with Hobbiton. He will be bound, and will receive short rations of food and water. At the end of his public humiliation, he will be marched to the borders and sent from the Shire once again." The Mayor gave Frodo a slight smile. "You needn't worry about him returning to torment you again. He would be recognized almost instantly in any populated place in the Shire, should he take it into his head to make any further attempt."
Frodo nodded. The Mayor had obviously given plenty of thought to the plan. "It seems wise that he be seen by as many of the Shirefolk as possible, but what of the treatment he will receive during his punishment?" Frodo was uncomfortable with what the Mayor had told him. "Are we to answer cruelty with more of the same?"
"Frodo, you are an astonishing hobbit to say the least," the Mayor said, shaking his head. "There is no nice term for what Bramblethorn did to you. You were tortured, as if in the hands of orcs! Bramblethorn must be made to feel at least a portion of the discomfort he has caused you."
"I suppose I can understand your reasoning, Mr. Mayor. But you are certain he will not suffer needlessly?" Frodo continued as the Mayor nodded. "It isn't that I'm not angered by what he did to me," Frodo explained. "But I can tell you there has been enough pain and misery as it is. I have no wish to have any more caused in my name."
"Nor do I, my lad. Nor do I." The Mayor laid a reassuring hand on Frodo's shoulder and smiled at him again. "I should leave you to your rest now," he said as he rose from the chair. "Our good healer has provided you with a little something in that brew to help you sleep, and it looks as if it's making itself useful."
"I do feel a bit - " Frodo's words were overtaken by a prodigious yawn, and he colored with embarrassment for having allowed himself to gape like a sleepy child in the Mayor's presence. "Pardon me. I am rather sleepy, now that you mention it."
"I'll send that young Gamgee back to you now. I doubt he could be kept away much longer," Mayor Whitfoot said with a chuckle as he walked to the door. "I hope to speak with you again before your return to Hobbiton, Frodo. Sleep well!"
Frodo leaned back gratefully against the pillows and closed his eyes. He was relieved beyond expression that he would not be expected to appear in public to air his grievance regarding Bramblethorn. He pushed all thoughts of the matter away for the time being and welcomed the healer's gift of a deep, strength - renewing sleep.
~*~
Sam opened the door silently and took up his watch at Frodo's side. Frodo was asleep, and thankfully no distressing dreams seemed to be troubling him for the moment. He had a feeling he knew what Frodo and the Mayor had been discussing for the last little while. Something would have to be done with Bramblethorn. He would have to be punished for what he had done to Frodo. Sam could think of a number of things he thought would be fitting retributions for that nasty creature's doings, but he doubted that the Mayor would allow them.
He watched over Frodo as he slept, wishing he could make the bruises and aches disappear with a gentle touch. Only time could do that, he reflected a little sadly. Still - He reached out and carefully swept tousled curls from Frodo's forehead with a light touch. He then very lightly traced over the bruised and scratched skin of Frodo's cheek. "If love can heal you, Mr. Frodo, I give you mine," he whispered. "Every last bit of it, too."
~*~ To be continued ~*~