A/N: Hi, I'm back, and I apologise a lot for the long absence! This chapter is only fairly short again but that's because I felt I had to write something as I haven't updated for ages. I hope you are still with the story and I hope you enjoy….

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A week and a half later, after many a day full of sneezing and coughing, Sam was finally better. The good thing was that Frodo had managed to escape catching the illness, regardless of the fact that he had been in close proximity with Sam for over a week.

Sam was back on his feet and had insisted that he help with the packing, much to Frodo's annoyance.

"Sam, you should really take it easy. You're well again but a few more hours of resting wont harm you, tiring yourself out too soon will." Frodo said, pushing Sam back into bed.

"I'm sorry Mr Frodo, it's just I ought to be helping. I feel all helpless and weak sat around doing nothing." Sam answered.

Frodo sighed. "Sam, you shouldn't think that. I'd rather you be fit and enjoy this trip rather than be ill and not have your condition spoil it."

Sam nodded in thanks and climbed back under the covers. I can't wait to be out of this bed, he thought as he finally drifted back off to sleep.

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Sam awoke the next morning to bright sunshine streaming through the windows and the smell of cooked bacon and eggs drifting through the door. Getting up, he quickly dressed and walked briskly into the kitchen where he found Frodo serving a hearty breakfast.

"Hello Sam. Sleep well? I hope you're hungry as I made a large breakfast for us before we set out on our trip." Frodo said, serving out forkfuls of bacon, fried eggs, tomatoes and tea to drink.

Sam nodded and started tucking in; enjoying it more now that he had got his taste back.

"You seem to be enjoying that Sam." Frodo stated and Sam nodded.

"Eating to keep your strength up's all very well while you're ill but it don't half taste horrid." Sam said between mouthfuls.

Frodo smiled and the two finished eating in silence, talking only when they were clearing up.

Half an hour later Frodo and Sam were putting their bags on their shoulders and preparing to leave Bag End. Bilbo, having just risen from slumber, walked into the hall to see the hobbits off.

"You will be careful, won't you, boys?" He asked with a smile on his face.

Frodo hugged him and said "Of course, Uncle Bilbo, any trouble and I promise we'll come straight home."

Bilbo smiled and waved them off. "Well, off you go then, I hope you have a good trip."

"Thanks Bilbo, bye!" The two hobbits called as they walked down the path and out of the gate. Bilbo stood at the door and waved until Frodo and Sam could see him no more.

"It's a shame the Old Gaffer's out of town today. He would have loved to have been here to see us off." Sam said as they reached the gate to the field they were cutting across.

"Well Sam, this is it." Frodo said, pausing and looking around. "We're on our way at last."

Sam smiled. "Come on Mr Frodo, let's go and see the elves shall we?" He said and the pair set off walking across the field and towards Rivendell at last.

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A/N: Sorry about the shortness of it, I promise I'll make it longer next time. I'm going to introduce a few new characters soon as well. I hoped you liked this. Please let me know what you think and give me any suggestions you want. I always like hearing your comments. Love Sarah xxxx