Hello everyone! I'm sorry I am updating a bit slower these days, but
school is really tough this year, and I find myself nearly cracking from
the pressure. The only times I find myself writing, are on Saturday
mornings. Sometimes.
But today, I am really happy! Maybe I can find more time to write! Hurricane Isabel has come to visit, and even though we are far enough inland for it to not be too bad, people where I live easily get paranoid, so school is closed! Yay!
Arwen Baggins: I'm sorry! I know I know. This story is really sad! But don't worry. Sam will get some comfort eventually. I could not bear it if he didn't! believe me, I'm sobbing too! *sobs*
Loveofthering: I know! *sniff* I can't believe I am writing something so sad about my beloved Sam! But the plot bunny bit, so I really have no choice.
Mint Sauce: *sobs hysterically with Minty*
Lady of Ithilien: Wah! Everyone is crying! Including me! *cries* Thank you very much for your kind comments, and don't worry! Like I told Arwen Baggins, Sam will get some comfort eventually!
Herculeha: Yes, this is a multi chapter fic. And right now, I have no idea how long it will end up. The muse isn't letting me in on the plan. For all I know, it could be five chapters, or it could be fifteen. *sigh* I'll let you know if the muse tells me.
Okay. On with the story! Enjoy! (If you can bear seeing our dear sweet Sam suffer so!)
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Frodo Baggins, the hood of his cloak pulled over his head in a futile attempt to block out the rain, hurried out of Bag End. His eyes were cast to the ground, scanning frantically across the tufts of grass and tree roots peeking up from the muddy earth. Circling each tree twice in this manner, he cursed softly, but that curse was cut short as he thought of what his uncle might say if he heard such language from his favorite nephew.
'Get a hold of yourself, Frodo!' He thought to himself. 'Don't you have enough reason to anger Uncle Bilbo?'
He continued on towards Bag End's gardens, an excited sound elicited itself from his throat at the sight of a small object lying in the grass by the bushes. In a few quick strides, he reached the object, looking down at the wet and grimy book. His previous cries of joy quickly melted into groans as he picked up the filthy book. Several soggy pages fell out limply. 'Well,' He thought grimly. 'Uncle Bilbo won't let me borrow any books from his study anymore.'
Suddenly, Frodo froze as he thought he heard a moan floating on the air. He shook it off, believing it to just be the wind. Blustery winds on a rainy day could sometimes make you think you heard a sound that wasn't there. He began to walk back to Bag End, when he heard the moan again. This time, he was sure it wasn't the wind.
Following his ears, he discerned that the soft sounds coming from the bushes in Bag End's garden. Wondering if there might be a wounded animal hiding back there, Frodo crept forward silently, not wanting to scare it away. Carefully, he reached up and pulled the dripping leaves aside.
"Sam!" He exclaimed suddenly, rushing forward to where Sam lay curled up, his knees hugged to his chest. Frodo saw that he was soaking wet and shivering.
"Mr. F-frodo!" He stuttered through his chills. He tried to say more, but couldn't as he suddenly started trembling more violently.
"Oh, Sam, what are you doing out here?" Frodo asked exasperatedly. He knew Sam could be stubborn sometimes, but he wouldn't expect Sam to run out on a rainy day. Frodo sighed, reaching out to Sam. "Come on, Sam," He said finally. "Let's get you home."
"NO!" Sam cried, so forcefully that it startled Frodo to the point where he fell back on his rear end. "I'm not going back home!" Sam continued, his shrill voice cutting through the air. "No, no, no . . ."
Quivering sobs now added to his small shaking body. Although Frodo could not begin to guess what may be going on inside his small friend's head at the moment, he slowly pulled him into an embrace. Hugging the shuddering young hobbit close to him, Frodo whispered in his ear, "Okay, Sam. If you don't want to go to Bagshot Row right away, I won't make you."
"T-thank you Mr. . ." Sam's words were cut off with an explosive sneeze.
Frodo shook his head slighty in pity. "But we do need to get indoors." He stated firmly. "How about I just take you up to Bag End with me? Bilbo and can get you warm and dry."
"O-okay." Whimpered Sam.
"Alright then!" Frodo said, standing up and lending a hand to Sam to help him do the same. "Come one Sam! We wouldn't want you catching your death out here in the rain!"
So intent on getting his small friend indoors, Frodo was oblivious to the pain that developed in Sam's eyes at that last statement.
TBC
But today, I am really happy! Maybe I can find more time to write! Hurricane Isabel has come to visit, and even though we are far enough inland for it to not be too bad, people where I live easily get paranoid, so school is closed! Yay!
Arwen Baggins: I'm sorry! I know I know. This story is really sad! But don't worry. Sam will get some comfort eventually. I could not bear it if he didn't! believe me, I'm sobbing too! *sobs*
Loveofthering: I know! *sniff* I can't believe I am writing something so sad about my beloved Sam! But the plot bunny bit, so I really have no choice.
Mint Sauce: *sobs hysterically with Minty*
Lady of Ithilien: Wah! Everyone is crying! Including me! *cries* Thank you very much for your kind comments, and don't worry! Like I told Arwen Baggins, Sam will get some comfort eventually!
Herculeha: Yes, this is a multi chapter fic. And right now, I have no idea how long it will end up. The muse isn't letting me in on the plan. For all I know, it could be five chapters, or it could be fifteen. *sigh* I'll let you know if the muse tells me.
Okay. On with the story! Enjoy! (If you can bear seeing our dear sweet Sam suffer so!)
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Frodo Baggins, the hood of his cloak pulled over his head in a futile attempt to block out the rain, hurried out of Bag End. His eyes were cast to the ground, scanning frantically across the tufts of grass and tree roots peeking up from the muddy earth. Circling each tree twice in this manner, he cursed softly, but that curse was cut short as he thought of what his uncle might say if he heard such language from his favorite nephew.
'Get a hold of yourself, Frodo!' He thought to himself. 'Don't you have enough reason to anger Uncle Bilbo?'
He continued on towards Bag End's gardens, an excited sound elicited itself from his throat at the sight of a small object lying in the grass by the bushes. In a few quick strides, he reached the object, looking down at the wet and grimy book. His previous cries of joy quickly melted into groans as he picked up the filthy book. Several soggy pages fell out limply. 'Well,' He thought grimly. 'Uncle Bilbo won't let me borrow any books from his study anymore.'
Suddenly, Frodo froze as he thought he heard a moan floating on the air. He shook it off, believing it to just be the wind. Blustery winds on a rainy day could sometimes make you think you heard a sound that wasn't there. He began to walk back to Bag End, when he heard the moan again. This time, he was sure it wasn't the wind.
Following his ears, he discerned that the soft sounds coming from the bushes in Bag End's garden. Wondering if there might be a wounded animal hiding back there, Frodo crept forward silently, not wanting to scare it away. Carefully, he reached up and pulled the dripping leaves aside.
"Sam!" He exclaimed suddenly, rushing forward to where Sam lay curled up, his knees hugged to his chest. Frodo saw that he was soaking wet and shivering.
"Mr. F-frodo!" He stuttered through his chills. He tried to say more, but couldn't as he suddenly started trembling more violently.
"Oh, Sam, what are you doing out here?" Frodo asked exasperatedly. He knew Sam could be stubborn sometimes, but he wouldn't expect Sam to run out on a rainy day. Frodo sighed, reaching out to Sam. "Come on, Sam," He said finally. "Let's get you home."
"NO!" Sam cried, so forcefully that it startled Frodo to the point where he fell back on his rear end. "I'm not going back home!" Sam continued, his shrill voice cutting through the air. "No, no, no . . ."
Quivering sobs now added to his small shaking body. Although Frodo could not begin to guess what may be going on inside his small friend's head at the moment, he slowly pulled him into an embrace. Hugging the shuddering young hobbit close to him, Frodo whispered in his ear, "Okay, Sam. If you don't want to go to Bagshot Row right away, I won't make you."
"T-thank you Mr. . ." Sam's words were cut off with an explosive sneeze.
Frodo shook his head slighty in pity. "But we do need to get indoors." He stated firmly. "How about I just take you up to Bag End with me? Bilbo and can get you warm and dry."
"O-okay." Whimpered Sam.
"Alright then!" Frodo said, standing up and lending a hand to Sam to help him do the same. "Come one Sam! We wouldn't want you catching your death out here in the rain!"
So intent on getting his small friend indoors, Frodo was oblivious to the pain that developed in Sam's eyes at that last statement.
TBC