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Author's note- I apologize to those you who may have waited forever for this next chapter. And I know this is a really short chapter. But more is coming. I cross my heart. I've been fighting inner battles of where this story is going to lead and I finally have chosen my path to take. All enjoy! P.s. please review! I need comments to keep my going! ~Primula Brandybuck
Seredric opened his eyes to the rotted through barn ceiling clearly showed it was early morning. Slightly swinging back and forth, the ancient door was opened far enough for Seredric to see the muddy puddles that were occupying most of the ground outside. The rain had stopped while the early morning sun occupied the sky at the moment.
Being content to stay where he was, Seredric brought his head down again. That was when he realized May laid cuddled beside him, with her arm on his bare chest. He remembered waking up seeing May ripping his shirt into strips. She had reassured him that she could get his fever down. May stayed up the entire time changing the cloths. Only when he broke out of the fever in a cold sweat did she relax and fall asleep beside him.
Seredric softly touched her cheek and she didn't awaken. She had a small smile on her face and laid sleeping in total contempt. Her wild curly hair was sprawled around her. He didn't want to wake her but Sam and Rosie must be going crazy if Lily isn't in a good mood this morning. With a light shake on her shoulder, Seredric leaned down and whispered her name into May's ear.
Her eyes opened just a crack and then closed again before she yawned. Her hand came up to her face and brushed the sleep away in her eyes. Once it was away did May open her eyes. A shy smile came to her lips when she made eye contact with Seredric. "Are you feeling better?" May asked quietly.
"Yes," Seredric replied. Even though he did say was in good health, May reached up and set her hand on his forehead. A frown placed her smile. "You still feel like you have a fever. I think we need to get back as soon as we can."
Seredric smiled at her concern. No one had ever watched over his health. Even his mother didn't, but that's another story. "Aye, we should. Sam and Rosie will be wondering where we are."
"Lily!" May exclaimed. "Oh my, I forgot! Yes, we most defiantly need to get going." Getting to her knees, May wrapped the blanket around her and took off to the nearby stalls where she had laid her clothes out to dry.
It took about half an hour to gather clothes and getting the wagon hitched up to Philly, who had taken refuge in the lean to in the night, before the hobbits headed on their way home.
"Same is surely worried about me," May said. "He hasn't yet realized that I can take care of myself. It's been many years since the wild men invaded the Shire."
Seredric didn't understand the connection between Sam being worried and the wild men. "What do the wild men have to do with Sam worry about you?"
May redden instantly. She hadn't meant to say that. What had happened to May over a dozen years ago, was only between Sam and Her. May vowed many years ago never to tell a soul what had happened. For years after the wild men were forced to leave, May would dream horrible nightmares. They would occur once or twice a week. IT wasn't until two years ago she had stopped dreaming of it. Though, once or twice a year it would sneak up on her. She would wake up crying and gasping for breath, petrified that she was going to die. She shivered from the memories.
Seredric glanced to her sitting next to him. She seemed to be lost in a deep thought; her hands were clenched together tightly. Her eyes closed for a second or two before she took a deep breath.
"When the scouring of the Shire occurred, I was a very young woman. The wild men scared me into such a fright. Sam has always worried that I get scared when I'm alone, just how I was when the wild men were here."
Seredric asked," Did they really do horrible things to our people?"
"Oh yes, they had almost killed my pa." And me, she thought to herself. "It's such a beautiful morning and I don't want to wreck it talking about such dreadful things."
"Alright," Seredric said, but he knew in time she would trust him enough to tell him the truth. Until then, he would just have to wait. Until then.
Author's note- I apologize to those you who may have waited forever for this next chapter. And I know this is a really short chapter. But more is coming. I cross my heart. I've been fighting inner battles of where this story is going to lead and I finally have chosen my path to take. All enjoy! P.s. please review! I need comments to keep my going! ~Primula Brandybuck
Seredric opened his eyes to the rotted through barn ceiling clearly showed it was early morning. Slightly swinging back and forth, the ancient door was opened far enough for Seredric to see the muddy puddles that were occupying most of the ground outside. The rain had stopped while the early morning sun occupied the sky at the moment.
Being content to stay where he was, Seredric brought his head down again. That was when he realized May laid cuddled beside him, with her arm on his bare chest. He remembered waking up seeing May ripping his shirt into strips. She had reassured him that she could get his fever down. May stayed up the entire time changing the cloths. Only when he broke out of the fever in a cold sweat did she relax and fall asleep beside him.
Seredric softly touched her cheek and she didn't awaken. She had a small smile on her face and laid sleeping in total contempt. Her wild curly hair was sprawled around her. He didn't want to wake her but Sam and Rosie must be going crazy if Lily isn't in a good mood this morning. With a light shake on her shoulder, Seredric leaned down and whispered her name into May's ear.
Her eyes opened just a crack and then closed again before she yawned. Her hand came up to her face and brushed the sleep away in her eyes. Once it was away did May open her eyes. A shy smile came to her lips when she made eye contact with Seredric. "Are you feeling better?" May asked quietly.
"Yes," Seredric replied. Even though he did say was in good health, May reached up and set her hand on his forehead. A frown placed her smile. "You still feel like you have a fever. I think we need to get back as soon as we can."
Seredric smiled at her concern. No one had ever watched over his health. Even his mother didn't, but that's another story. "Aye, we should. Sam and Rosie will be wondering where we are."
"Lily!" May exclaimed. "Oh my, I forgot! Yes, we most defiantly need to get going." Getting to her knees, May wrapped the blanket around her and took off to the nearby stalls where she had laid her clothes out to dry.
It took about half an hour to gather clothes and getting the wagon hitched up to Philly, who had taken refuge in the lean to in the night, before the hobbits headed on their way home.
"Same is surely worried about me," May said. "He hasn't yet realized that I can take care of myself. It's been many years since the wild men invaded the Shire."
Seredric didn't understand the connection between Sam being worried and the wild men. "What do the wild men have to do with Sam worry about you?"
May redden instantly. She hadn't meant to say that. What had happened to May over a dozen years ago, was only between Sam and Her. May vowed many years ago never to tell a soul what had happened. For years after the wild men were forced to leave, May would dream horrible nightmares. They would occur once or twice a week. IT wasn't until two years ago she had stopped dreaming of it. Though, once or twice a year it would sneak up on her. She would wake up crying and gasping for breath, petrified that she was going to die. She shivered from the memories.
Seredric glanced to her sitting next to him. She seemed to be lost in a deep thought; her hands were clenched together tightly. Her eyes closed for a second or two before she took a deep breath.
"When the scouring of the Shire occurred, I was a very young woman. The wild men scared me into such a fright. Sam has always worried that I get scared when I'm alone, just how I was when the wild men were here."
Seredric asked," Did they really do horrible things to our people?"
"Oh yes, they had almost killed my pa." And me, she thought to herself. "It's such a beautiful morning and I don't want to wreck it talking about such dreadful things."
"Alright," Seredric said, but he knew in time she would trust him enough to tell him the truth. Until then, he would just have to wait. Until then.