Chapter 17
Lass's and Writing
(I realize I said that this story mainly revolves around the lives of Merry and Pippin but it revolves around Frodo's childhood as well, as all three cousins were very close and of course had major rolls in Tolkien's trilogy of course! So don't be too disappointed! Plenty more of Merry & Pip cuteness to come, and a bit of hurt/comfort to look forward to as well. Mwahahahahahahaha.I am sooooooo evil!)
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"There is an inn-a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill. And there they brew a beer so brown, That the Man in the Moon himself came down, one night to drink his fill."
Frodo sung quietly as he sat on the heavily cushioned couch in the parlor of Bag-End. In his lap sat a pile of parchment and a golden pen. He and Bilbo had been very busy lately, visiting relatives and going to parties, so it was a good feeling to just sit at home and do absolutely nothing for a change. Bilbo sat directly across from Frodo smoking his favorite pipe and reading a book.
After a few good moments of silence there was a knock on the door.
"I've got it," Frodo insisted and jumped up from the couch.
"Thank you, lad." Bilbo replied watching as his nephew scurried to the front hallway.
"Hullo, Sam! What can I do for you?" Frodo asked as he saw Hamfast Gamgee, the Bag-End gardener's son standing in the doorway.
"May's got a cold and Mama wanted to know if you have an extra packet of chamomile tealeaves you could possibly lend."
Frodo frowned. "May has a chill? Is she going to be all right? Come on inside. I'm sure we have something."
Sam gratefully accepted the offer, shutting the round green door behind him. "So what have you been up to today, Mr. Frodo? Haven't seen you outside much. Usually you're up in a tree readin'."
Frodo laughed as he led Sam into the kitchen. "Bilbo and I are having a down day inside. Bilbo's awfully stuffed up because of his allergies and I am getting there." Frodo wiped his nose with the corner of his sleeve.
" 'Tis a shame." Sam said as Frodo rummaged around in the pantry for Bilbo's box of tealeaves. "So how have you been, Sam? Well I hope?"
Sam nodded. "Of course sir. Been learnin' how to help my Da' in the garden. An' Miss Rosie came by again last evening and Da' asked her to stay for supper. I was so nervous that I hardly spoke at all an' I think she took that the wrong way."
Frodo handed Sam the packet of tea and grinned. "Oh I'm sure she didn't. Rosie's a sweet lass."
"In deed sir. Thank you sir. I must get back to my Mam and Gaffer but I'll see you again soon."
Frodo saw Sam off and then went back into the parlor.
"Samwise?" Bilbo asked and Frodo nodded.
"Yes. May has a cold and he wanted some chamomile tea so I gave him one of the packets."
"That's fine." Bilbo sniffled and pulled his lace handkerchief out of his pocket. "I'm afraid I am having a hard time concentrating as my nose is running so dreadfully. Frodo--I think I am going to take a bit of a rest." Bilbo shut his book and set it down on his chair. "You don't mind, do you?"
Frodo shook his head. "No Uncle."
"Wake me up for dinner." Bilbo gave Frodo a quick kiss on the head before going into his bedroom. When Bilbo was gone, Frodo turned back to his parchment. He had such writer's block with his latest tale. It was an exciting one about a peasant who wanted to become a knight one day. Since he had come to live with Bilbo, Frodo wrote at least four good stories and two of which were in print in the Hobbiton newspaper. He had a good mind to one day get a book published and perhaps make a lot of money off of it, though Bilbo usually proved him with plenty of pocket money but the idea of making his own was even better. He grinned and immediately began to write again but suddenly "Achoo!" He sneezed loudly, accidentally using his parchment as a handkerchief. "Yuck." Frodo mumbled. "There goes that draft." He crumpled up the parchment and went to toss it into the waste paper basket. "Back to the drawing board." He added to himself and lay down on the couch. He barely put his pen to paper when he fell straight to sleep.
(I realize I said that this story mainly revolves around the lives of Merry and Pippin but it revolves around Frodo's childhood as well, as all three cousins were very close and of course had major rolls in Tolkien's trilogy of course! So don't be too disappointed! Plenty more of Merry & Pip cuteness to come, and a bit of hurt/comfort to look forward to as well. Mwahahahahahahaha.I am sooooooo evil!)
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"There is an inn-a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill. And there they brew a beer so brown, That the Man in the Moon himself came down, one night to drink his fill."
Frodo sung quietly as he sat on the heavily cushioned couch in the parlor of Bag-End. In his lap sat a pile of parchment and a golden pen. He and Bilbo had been very busy lately, visiting relatives and going to parties, so it was a good feeling to just sit at home and do absolutely nothing for a change. Bilbo sat directly across from Frodo smoking his favorite pipe and reading a book.
After a few good moments of silence there was a knock on the door.
"I've got it," Frodo insisted and jumped up from the couch.
"Thank you, lad." Bilbo replied watching as his nephew scurried to the front hallway.
"Hullo, Sam! What can I do for you?" Frodo asked as he saw Hamfast Gamgee, the Bag-End gardener's son standing in the doorway.
"May's got a cold and Mama wanted to know if you have an extra packet of chamomile tealeaves you could possibly lend."
Frodo frowned. "May has a chill? Is she going to be all right? Come on inside. I'm sure we have something."
Sam gratefully accepted the offer, shutting the round green door behind him. "So what have you been up to today, Mr. Frodo? Haven't seen you outside much. Usually you're up in a tree readin'."
Frodo laughed as he led Sam into the kitchen. "Bilbo and I are having a down day inside. Bilbo's awfully stuffed up because of his allergies and I am getting there." Frodo wiped his nose with the corner of his sleeve.
" 'Tis a shame." Sam said as Frodo rummaged around in the pantry for Bilbo's box of tealeaves. "So how have you been, Sam? Well I hope?"
Sam nodded. "Of course sir. Been learnin' how to help my Da' in the garden. An' Miss Rosie came by again last evening and Da' asked her to stay for supper. I was so nervous that I hardly spoke at all an' I think she took that the wrong way."
Frodo handed Sam the packet of tea and grinned. "Oh I'm sure she didn't. Rosie's a sweet lass."
"In deed sir. Thank you sir. I must get back to my Mam and Gaffer but I'll see you again soon."
Frodo saw Sam off and then went back into the parlor.
"Samwise?" Bilbo asked and Frodo nodded.
"Yes. May has a cold and he wanted some chamomile tea so I gave him one of the packets."
"That's fine." Bilbo sniffled and pulled his lace handkerchief out of his pocket. "I'm afraid I am having a hard time concentrating as my nose is running so dreadfully. Frodo--I think I am going to take a bit of a rest." Bilbo shut his book and set it down on his chair. "You don't mind, do you?"
Frodo shook his head. "No Uncle."
"Wake me up for dinner." Bilbo gave Frodo a quick kiss on the head before going into his bedroom. When Bilbo was gone, Frodo turned back to his parchment. He had such writer's block with his latest tale. It was an exciting one about a peasant who wanted to become a knight one day. Since he had come to live with Bilbo, Frodo wrote at least four good stories and two of which were in print in the Hobbiton newspaper. He had a good mind to one day get a book published and perhaps make a lot of money off of it, though Bilbo usually proved him with plenty of pocket money but the idea of making his own was even better. He grinned and immediately began to write again but suddenly "Achoo!" He sneezed loudly, accidentally using his parchment as a handkerchief. "Yuck." Frodo mumbled. "There goes that draft." He crumpled up the parchment and went to toss it into the waste paper basket. "Back to the drawing board." He added to himself and lay down on the couch. He barely put his pen to paper when he fell straight to sleep.
