Author's Notes: Hehe. ^.^ I knew you all would like the paper! Hehe! More paper mentioned in this chapter too. ^.~
Danielle53: Lol. Well, moving passed the paper gwon for a moment, I must answer your question. No, Uncle Eric is not a reincarnation of anyone that Frodo or the gang knew. *blinks* Why are you clawing at your nails nervously? Anxious for more of the story? ^.~
WildWood: Glad to know that I have another reader! And, yes, you have them all correct except for Uncle Eric, he's not Bilbo. He's not anyone in particular. He's just Frank's uncle. ^.~ Answer to the Erin question: Maybe...^.^
rome: Ah, yes, poor Frodo...er...Frank. ^.^ *blinks at the question* Why is everyone asking if he's Bilbo? I don't think he acts like Bilbo! Plus, Bilbo is not Frodo's uncle, he's his cousin. *nods* He is! Look in the back of the third book, they should have a family tree in there and I think Frodo's grand-grandfather is Bilbo's granfather's brother....or was it Great-great-grandfather and great-grandfather? One of the two.
The Ghost of Christmas Future: Eh...you ate a bit of chocolate there? *blinks* Don't send your dad after me! I'm working as fast as I can with school! Aragorn in the fic? Of course! And how did they end up in the same area? Fate! That's how! ^.^ *suddenly scowls* I am not Scrooge! Humbug!
Crystal: Hm...now maybe? ^.^ Thanks for the lovely compliments!
Moni: Ugh...I'm not explaining everything about Bilbo again. Look up at the other explanations. Erin? Arwen? *snickers* I don't really think so, but nice guess. Hehe. A Fellowship member being a girl...try to guess which one I'm planning on having being that person. ^.~
Abigail: Nah, I have a plan for Aragorn...I'm still working on Gimli getting into the story, though. ^.^ Thanks for the compliments also! ^.~
CoolMistaria: *blinks and blushes* Aw...it's not that good *circles the floor with her toe*
immortaljedi: Kick-bum...*snickers* Update is here! ^.~
Disclaimer: I own only Uncle Eric so far! And he's not Bilbo!
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Chapter Seven: Legolas Greenleaf
The door opened and the nurse that had been coming and going out of Frank's room since he had gotten in the hospital poked her head through the door. "I'm afraid that you all are going to have to leave. The doctor's orders are to let the patient rest," she said and closed the door after pulling her head out of sight.
Frank found that nurse kind of funny, but was slightly upset at her now because she had told them all to go. Mr. White, Mark, Peter, Sean (who had been quiet up until this point), and his uncle all said goodbye before leaving. Only when they were gone, did Frank understand the situation he was in.
He was alone, in the hospital, with a wound on his left shoulder.
Fear gripped him and Frank wondered if he could talk the nurse back in letting Mr. White or Mark or Peter or his uncle or Sean to stay, which he knew wouldn't work.
Frank jumped when he heard the door open, but was relieved when he saw it was the nurse. The nurse smiled and walked into the room and over to Frank's bed. He wasn't as upset as he had been before when she came up. In fact, he didn't exactly know why he was upset in the first place.
She was beautiful!
Her almost-white hair was tied up and her face was the most beautiful face he had seen on a woman, but that wasn't what caught his attention the most. His eyes travelled from her face and then slowly down. Only when he heard the nurse clear her throat did he blush and looked back up to her face.
She had a smirk on her face as she watched Frank's reaction. It hadn't been the first time boys of his age have given her the same look.
"Feeling better, Mr. Johnson?" she asked as Frank blushed again and pulled his blankets up to his lower-chest. The nurse noted this with much humor.
"F-fine," he answered, suttering. The nurse kept her smirk as she checked his fluids and then checked the wound, which had stopped bleeding a half an hour ago.
Since she was so close to Frank at that moment, she winked and said, "I'm already taken."
Frank felt his face go even more red. He decided to keep his eyes away from the nurse entirely while she made her checks. He only grimaced when she took off his old patches, which were damped with dark red.
The nurse began to whisper things that Frank could barely hear because it just sounded like she was just breathing, but he caught the words "stabbed," "Weathertop," and "Ring Wraiths." Brows furrowed in confusion, Frank looked over to her.
"Excuse me?" he asked hoarsely, wondering how the nurse could know all of this. The nurse looked up, surprised but then cursed for a moment before repatching his shoulder.
"Hello, Frank," she said, finishing the patch. "Gary said that you would be comign around here sooner or later. I had been hoping it would be later though."
Frank blinked in confusion. "W-what?" he asked, still not understanding how the nurse knew all about him.
"Gary is Mr. White's first name. He and I were the first to really remember before that Nazgul came to the school yesterday," the nurse answered, sitting on the end of Frank's bed.
"You mean...you're--?" Frank started in disbelief and the nurse laughed.
"What? You didn't expect that any of us could be girls?" she asked, smiling down at Frank, who face was going red again.
"Well...I-I didn't--I mean--" he tried to say, but the nurse interrupted him.
"It's all right. Anyway, name's Lena," she said, laughing again when Frank's eyes went wide in realization. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable about the way he had taken notice to...Lena's...self.
"Uh...hi...uh...Aren't you...well..." Frank struggled to ask, but failed to say the right thing. Lena smiled at Frank and stood up to check to see if any doctors or nurses would come into the room.
"Am I uncomfortable about knowing that I was a guy Elf in my past?" she supplied and Frank lifted his right arm to rub his forehead again, only to have the paper tear.
"Uh...yeah," he said and lowered his arm again before he could do anymore damage to the paper gown. Lena quickly checked outside the door and then closed it again.
"Once in a while. But not really," she answered and gave Frank an odd look. "You aren't, are you?"
"Um..." Frank started but didn't need to finish as Lena waved her hand impatiently.
"Understandable. Anyway, Gary told me to keep an eye on you as much as I could, Frank. I'll try my best to stay near you, in case the Nazgûl come after you," she said, looking over to him sympathetically.
"What?" Frank asked, wondering why she was giving him that look. Lena sighed and shook her head.
"Nothing, Frank. Now. I told Gary you would get some rest and you really need your rest. That wound is a lot worse than you may think it is," she told him and forced him to lie down. Frank just gave her a disbelieving look, but stayed lying down, for fear his paper gown would tear more.
"Oh, and here's some clothes your uncle left for you to use when you get out tomorrow," Lena said, pointing to a plastic bag that had a pair of Frank's blue jeans and a white T-shirt.
"Thanks," Frank said, giving her a weak smile. Lena nodded, smiling encouragingly at him as she sat down in a small couch.
Frank just lied there for a while, until he felt his eyes beginning to close on their own and he soon drifted off to sleep. The deepest, most peaceful sleep he had had in two days.
The peaceful sleep did not last long though. Nightmares and old memories jumped suddenly into Frank's mind and he was soon tossing and turning. This time the memory/nightmare was about when Gandalf fell off the bridge while in the mines of Moria and as soon as Gandalf fell, Frank sat up suddenly awake, drentch in sweat.
Breathing heavily, Frank wiped his forehead and looked around the dark room and saw that Lena was gone. Very much scared, Frank scanned the dark, sweat dripping down his face. It was then he felt the pain in his shoulder and noticed that his patchings were soaked with blood.
A shuffle noise brought Frank back to the situation at hand. He slowly and painfully removed the fluids from his arm. He then swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly, trying in vain to cover his nued backside.
He slowly made his way over to where the bag of clothes were and picked it up off the floor, still having his ears and eyes searching for a sound or shape of anything in the room.
Frank got dressed quickly, ignoring his bleeding shoulder, the blood staining his white T-shirt. He listened to his heavy, shuddering breathing as he tried to look for anything in the dark.
He turned around, hearing a hissing noise behind him. And then turned to his left, hearing another shuffling sound.
Now no longer sure where the person was in the room, Frank backed slowly towards the door, his bare feet falpping against the cold concrete floor. Another sound of hissing.
Frank's breathing was becoming shorter as panic and fear gripped his confused and half-awake mind. His eyes darted around again and that was then he bumped into someone and that someone gripped his injured shoulder painfully.
Crying out in pain, Frank struggled against whoever was holding him and managed to look behind himself and see who it was.
Frank's fear was confirmed as he came face to chest of a Nazgul. Frank started to tremble, the sounds of horses screaming coming to his ears. He continued to struggle against the Nazgul's hold, but that only made the pain in his shoulder blossom.
"Baggins," the Nazgûl hissed, holding the boy in front of him still. "Johnson is Baggins."
Frank was about to shout for help, but the Nazgûl gripped his shoulder tighter and stars exploded in his eyes. He felt as if he was going to pass out, but the tight grip released somewhat and he stayed conscious.
"Wh-what do y-you want from me?" he gasped out and received another tight squeeze on his shoulder. This time, Frank fell to his knees, so close to unconsciousness that he was slightly disappointed when the grip lessened somewhat.
"Baggins had it," the Dark Rider hissed. "Where is it?"
Frank struggled to keep a clear mind and understand what the creature was asking. "Where is what?" he questioned and was expecting another burst of severe pain, but it never came.
The light bursted on and the grip that had been on his shoulder disappeared. Frank, not expecting this, fell onto the ground with nothing supporting him. Frank was vaguely aware that a few people ran towards him, but the pain that was in his shoulder clouded his mind so much that he couldn't tell who they were.
"What the hell happened here?" a man's voice asked, though it seemed distant as he felt hands take hold of his legs and his underarms. But one of the people must have brushed his left shoulder because great pain bursted into his system and Frank cried out in pain.
"Frank? Frank? Oh...we need to get him into intensive care!" a woman's voice shouted as the people lifted Frank from the cool floor and began to carry him off.
"Why would he be out of bed, with clothes on? How did that start bleeding so badly?" another man's voice demanded.
"Out of the way, James!" the woman's voice snapped as Frank's shoulder began to burst with more pain. "HOLD HIM STEADY!"
"We're trying our best!" the first man's voice shouted back and Frank was suddenly lying on something flat, almost like a bed, but not exactly one. Through all of this Frank's mind had been wandering and his eyes were shut. Just before the woman's voice began another command, Frank fell into another peaceful sleep.
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Hehe, longest one! Hope you all enjoyed! ^.~
Danielle53: Lol. Well, moving passed the paper gwon for a moment, I must answer your question. No, Uncle Eric is not a reincarnation of anyone that Frodo or the gang knew. *blinks* Why are you clawing at your nails nervously? Anxious for more of the story? ^.~
WildWood: Glad to know that I have another reader! And, yes, you have them all correct except for Uncle Eric, he's not Bilbo. He's not anyone in particular. He's just Frank's uncle. ^.~ Answer to the Erin question: Maybe...^.^
rome: Ah, yes, poor Frodo...er...Frank. ^.^ *blinks at the question* Why is everyone asking if he's Bilbo? I don't think he acts like Bilbo! Plus, Bilbo is not Frodo's uncle, he's his cousin. *nods* He is! Look in the back of the third book, they should have a family tree in there and I think Frodo's grand-grandfather is Bilbo's granfather's brother....or was it Great-great-grandfather and great-grandfather? One of the two.
The Ghost of Christmas Future: Eh...you ate a bit of chocolate there? *blinks* Don't send your dad after me! I'm working as fast as I can with school! Aragorn in the fic? Of course! And how did they end up in the same area? Fate! That's how! ^.^ *suddenly scowls* I am not Scrooge! Humbug!
Crystal: Hm...now maybe? ^.^ Thanks for the lovely compliments!
Moni: Ugh...I'm not explaining everything about Bilbo again. Look up at the other explanations. Erin? Arwen? *snickers* I don't really think so, but nice guess. Hehe. A Fellowship member being a girl...try to guess which one I'm planning on having being that person. ^.~
Abigail: Nah, I have a plan for Aragorn...I'm still working on Gimli getting into the story, though. ^.^ Thanks for the compliments also! ^.~
CoolMistaria: *blinks and blushes* Aw...it's not that good *circles the floor with her toe*
immortaljedi: Kick-bum...*snickers* Update is here! ^.~
Disclaimer: I own only Uncle Eric so far! And he's not Bilbo!
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Chapter Seven: Legolas Greenleaf
The door opened and the nurse that had been coming and going out of Frank's room since he had gotten in the hospital poked her head through the door. "I'm afraid that you all are going to have to leave. The doctor's orders are to let the patient rest," she said and closed the door after pulling her head out of sight.
Frank found that nurse kind of funny, but was slightly upset at her now because she had told them all to go. Mr. White, Mark, Peter, Sean (who had been quiet up until this point), and his uncle all said goodbye before leaving. Only when they were gone, did Frank understand the situation he was in.
He was alone, in the hospital, with a wound on his left shoulder.
Fear gripped him and Frank wondered if he could talk the nurse back in letting Mr. White or Mark or Peter or his uncle or Sean to stay, which he knew wouldn't work.
Frank jumped when he heard the door open, but was relieved when he saw it was the nurse. The nurse smiled and walked into the room and over to Frank's bed. He wasn't as upset as he had been before when she came up. In fact, he didn't exactly know why he was upset in the first place.
She was beautiful!
Her almost-white hair was tied up and her face was the most beautiful face he had seen on a woman, but that wasn't what caught his attention the most. His eyes travelled from her face and then slowly down. Only when he heard the nurse clear her throat did he blush and looked back up to her face.
She had a smirk on her face as she watched Frank's reaction. It hadn't been the first time boys of his age have given her the same look.
"Feeling better, Mr. Johnson?" she asked as Frank blushed again and pulled his blankets up to his lower-chest. The nurse noted this with much humor.
"F-fine," he answered, suttering. The nurse kept her smirk as she checked his fluids and then checked the wound, which had stopped bleeding a half an hour ago.
Since she was so close to Frank at that moment, she winked and said, "I'm already taken."
Frank felt his face go even more red. He decided to keep his eyes away from the nurse entirely while she made her checks. He only grimaced when she took off his old patches, which were damped with dark red.
The nurse began to whisper things that Frank could barely hear because it just sounded like she was just breathing, but he caught the words "stabbed," "Weathertop," and "Ring Wraiths." Brows furrowed in confusion, Frank looked over to her.
"Excuse me?" he asked hoarsely, wondering how the nurse could know all of this. The nurse looked up, surprised but then cursed for a moment before repatching his shoulder.
"Hello, Frank," she said, finishing the patch. "Gary said that you would be comign around here sooner or later. I had been hoping it would be later though."
Frank blinked in confusion. "W-what?" he asked, still not understanding how the nurse knew all about him.
"Gary is Mr. White's first name. He and I were the first to really remember before that Nazgul came to the school yesterday," the nurse answered, sitting on the end of Frank's bed.
"You mean...you're--?" Frank started in disbelief and the nurse laughed.
"What? You didn't expect that any of us could be girls?" she asked, smiling down at Frank, who face was going red again.
"Well...I-I didn't--I mean--" he tried to say, but the nurse interrupted him.
"It's all right. Anyway, name's Lena," she said, laughing again when Frank's eyes went wide in realization. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable about the way he had taken notice to...Lena's...self.
"Uh...hi...uh...Aren't you...well..." Frank struggled to ask, but failed to say the right thing. Lena smiled at Frank and stood up to check to see if any doctors or nurses would come into the room.
"Am I uncomfortable about knowing that I was a guy Elf in my past?" she supplied and Frank lifted his right arm to rub his forehead again, only to have the paper tear.
"Uh...yeah," he said and lowered his arm again before he could do anymore damage to the paper gown. Lena quickly checked outside the door and then closed it again.
"Once in a while. But not really," she answered and gave Frank an odd look. "You aren't, are you?"
"Um..." Frank started but didn't need to finish as Lena waved her hand impatiently.
"Understandable. Anyway, Gary told me to keep an eye on you as much as I could, Frank. I'll try my best to stay near you, in case the Nazgûl come after you," she said, looking over to him sympathetically.
"What?" Frank asked, wondering why she was giving him that look. Lena sighed and shook her head.
"Nothing, Frank. Now. I told Gary you would get some rest and you really need your rest. That wound is a lot worse than you may think it is," she told him and forced him to lie down. Frank just gave her a disbelieving look, but stayed lying down, for fear his paper gown would tear more.
"Oh, and here's some clothes your uncle left for you to use when you get out tomorrow," Lena said, pointing to a plastic bag that had a pair of Frank's blue jeans and a white T-shirt.
"Thanks," Frank said, giving her a weak smile. Lena nodded, smiling encouragingly at him as she sat down in a small couch.
Frank just lied there for a while, until he felt his eyes beginning to close on their own and he soon drifted off to sleep. The deepest, most peaceful sleep he had had in two days.
The peaceful sleep did not last long though. Nightmares and old memories jumped suddenly into Frank's mind and he was soon tossing and turning. This time the memory/nightmare was about when Gandalf fell off the bridge while in the mines of Moria and as soon as Gandalf fell, Frank sat up suddenly awake, drentch in sweat.
Breathing heavily, Frank wiped his forehead and looked around the dark room and saw that Lena was gone. Very much scared, Frank scanned the dark, sweat dripping down his face. It was then he felt the pain in his shoulder and noticed that his patchings were soaked with blood.
A shuffle noise brought Frank back to the situation at hand. He slowly and painfully removed the fluids from his arm. He then swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly, trying in vain to cover his nued backside.
He slowly made his way over to where the bag of clothes were and picked it up off the floor, still having his ears and eyes searching for a sound or shape of anything in the room.
Frank got dressed quickly, ignoring his bleeding shoulder, the blood staining his white T-shirt. He listened to his heavy, shuddering breathing as he tried to look for anything in the dark.
He turned around, hearing a hissing noise behind him. And then turned to his left, hearing another shuffling sound.
Now no longer sure where the person was in the room, Frank backed slowly towards the door, his bare feet falpping against the cold concrete floor. Another sound of hissing.
Frank's breathing was becoming shorter as panic and fear gripped his confused and half-awake mind. His eyes darted around again and that was then he bumped into someone and that someone gripped his injured shoulder painfully.
Crying out in pain, Frank struggled against whoever was holding him and managed to look behind himself and see who it was.
Frank's fear was confirmed as he came face to chest of a Nazgul. Frank started to tremble, the sounds of horses screaming coming to his ears. He continued to struggle against the Nazgul's hold, but that only made the pain in his shoulder blossom.
"Baggins," the Nazgûl hissed, holding the boy in front of him still. "Johnson is Baggins."
Frank was about to shout for help, but the Nazgûl gripped his shoulder tighter and stars exploded in his eyes. He felt as if he was going to pass out, but the tight grip released somewhat and he stayed conscious.
"Wh-what do y-you want from me?" he gasped out and received another tight squeeze on his shoulder. This time, Frank fell to his knees, so close to unconsciousness that he was slightly disappointed when the grip lessened somewhat.
"Baggins had it," the Dark Rider hissed. "Where is it?"
Frank struggled to keep a clear mind and understand what the creature was asking. "Where is what?" he questioned and was expecting another burst of severe pain, but it never came.
The light bursted on and the grip that had been on his shoulder disappeared. Frank, not expecting this, fell onto the ground with nothing supporting him. Frank was vaguely aware that a few people ran towards him, but the pain that was in his shoulder clouded his mind so much that he couldn't tell who they were.
"What the hell happened here?" a man's voice asked, though it seemed distant as he felt hands take hold of his legs and his underarms. But one of the people must have brushed his left shoulder because great pain bursted into his system and Frank cried out in pain.
"Frank? Frank? Oh...we need to get him into intensive care!" a woman's voice shouted as the people lifted Frank from the cool floor and began to carry him off.
"Why would he be out of bed, with clothes on? How did that start bleeding so badly?" another man's voice demanded.
"Out of the way, James!" the woman's voice snapped as Frank's shoulder began to burst with more pain. "HOLD HIM STEADY!"
"We're trying our best!" the first man's voice shouted back and Frank was suddenly lying on something flat, almost like a bed, but not exactly one. Through all of this Frank's mind had been wandering and his eyes were shut. Just before the woman's voice began another command, Frank fell into another peaceful sleep.
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Hehe, longest one! Hope you all enjoyed! ^.~
