All disclaimer see at chapter 1
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Chapter 2
No matter how fast Legolas' horse was, the rain began to fall on them
furiously. The elven Prince put the hood on his head and covered the little
hobbit with his cloak. Though the clothes shielded Frodo from the cold rain, it
can't help much. The water started to seep through the silk fabric. Frodo felt
a little dizzy and began to shiver a little. The elf noticed the change in the
boy in his arms and whispered to his horse to speed up.
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"Where is the kid go?" Bilbo grumbled as he walked along the hallway
that built above the Bruinen river, linked between two buildings.
Gandalf and he had quit talking with Elrond an hour ago. They went straight to
see the little Hobbit for found that He wasn't in his room. At first they
thought Frodo would go around with some elves because the kid really loved to
listen to Bilbo's story about them. They wandered around Rivendell and asked
all elves they had met. Finally, they were told by an elf that the little hobbit
asked her how to go to the garden and she assumed he might be there.
Unlucky of them, Frodo wasn't in the garden. So they came back to the house of
Elrond and explored about the place again, hoped that the little hobbit had
returned. Yet, the Goddess of Hope didn't on their side. Hours passed and they
still couldn't find Frodo yet.
"I'm very right to not marry and form a family. Children may sweet and
cheerful but they always make problems too," Bilbo said.
Meanwhile, Gandalf watched the dark sky above them.
"Bilbo, I'm afraid the storm is coming. Get some cloaks for us and meet me
at the doorway. I will seek Elrond's help. We must find Frodo before the rain
begins."
Didn't waste any minutes, Bilbo run back to his room.
He pulled his cloak from a drawer and went to Gandalf's room to get his. He
cursed under his breath on the way to do not watch Frodo closely. He didn't
think the boy would make any problem because his nature was gentle and sweet
but he did it now. The rain began to pour down, made the lump in Bilbo's heart
bigger. The Baggins promised to himself that if he caught the kid, Frodo would
get a long lecture from him to make sure that he would not act this again.
He found Gandalf and Elrond at a corner. Elrond put his hand on the Hobbit's
shoulder briefly to comfort him and they hurriedly went to the gateway
together.
At the door, they saw a man who wore wet cloak walked inside. They couldn't see
who the man was because the hood fell to cover half of his face. A mould under
his clocked informed that the stranger was carrying something under it.
"Greeting, Lord Elrond, Mithrandir and Bilbo. I
didn't think that I'm important for you all to come to greet me together at the
doorway," The man said and pulled his hood out. It was Legolas Greenleaf,
Prince of Mirkwood.
"Welcome, Legolas. I didn't expect you to come here in the rainy day like
this. Make yourself like it is your home. I'm sorry that I'm not be good hospitality. But I have
an urgent errand to do. Walk ahead and you will find some elves that could
bring you to your chamber," The Lord of Rivendell said.
"I think I can help you, Elrond. If the business you said is this,"
Legolas smiled and pulled his damp cloak out, reveal a small wet hobbit in his
arms.
"Frodo!" Bilbo cried out and ran towards
them as Legolas bent down. So the little hobbit can stand.
"Hi," Frodo greeted and grinned at them apologizingly
for the mess he surely caused.
"Thank you so much, Legolas. I was worried to death about him," Bilbo
said to Legolas and then turned to Frodo with sharp eyes.
"Tell me what you were doing this afternoon, Frodo Baggins," Bilbo
demanded on his nephew.
"Okay, dearest Uncle Bilbo," Frodo said sweetly in case it may lessen
his trouble. As if Elrond knew his thought, for he said,
"That can wait, Bilbo. We should get him some dry clothes before he catch
a cold," Elrond suggested and they walked to Frodo's room.
The Hobbit began to tell his story on the way. Gandalf noticed Frodo walked
slower then usual or he can say that the boy was dragging his feet instead of
walking. *Poor boy, I don't think he could take much more steps since he had a
long walked today.* thought Gandalf. Therefore he bent down and picked the
little hobbit in his arms.
No one doubted his action for they noticed the tiredness in Frodo too.
Soon Frodo's story was finished at the meeting of Legolas, passed the position
of storyteller to the Prince of Mirkwood. He listened to the elf's voice
drowsily. He slid his tiny arms around the wizard's neck and used Gandalf's
shoulder as a pillow. Legolas' story ended at the same time they reached
Frodo's room.
Frodo felt some itched at his nose. A hand rose up quickly to clamp on his
mouth and he sneezed.
Some minutes passed and the adults watched the boy worriedly. His face appeared
to red all after the marathon of sneezing stopped. Little poor Frodo sniffed
his nose pitifully.
"Are you alright, little one?" Legolas asked as he pulled out his
handkerchief and gave it to Frodo who received it thankfully.
"I'm fine, Si." His words cut off as the sneeze came out again.
The wizard put his hand on Frodo's forehead. He frowned slightly at the unusual
warmth from the ivory skin he touched. "No fever though you are
warm." He noted as a growl emitted out loud from the hobbit's stomach.
Frodo's face turned to red more and didn't thinking, he hid his face in the
crook of Gandalf's neck as if it could help him uncomfortable.
Elrond ruffled his curly black hair fondly. The boy reminded him the time when
Aragorn was young, though the Dunedain was a kind of
serious boy and didn't sweet like Frodo was.
"The faster you clean yourself, the faster you will have dinner and
rest." He said.
Frodo looked up at the Lord of Rivendell by the mention of food.
"Okay," He nodded eagerly.
"See you at the dining room." Elrond walked away with Legolas.
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Okay, I know, it's short and fluff. But hey, I want it. Little Frodo seems to
want to be HUG (and no one can resist him, of course.) Next chapter will come
soon.
And Thanks Kyotora, arabella
thorne, and Robin Gurl's INSANE for reviewing me.
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