I am so sorry everyone! This is taking me forever to post, and for that I
apologize. School has been dominating my life lately. But hopefully,
updates should come more often on this story now, that I have finished His
Elanor. I had been alternating updates that story and this one while they
were both in progress, but now I have only this one to work on. Well, for
now that is. Who knows how long that will last? *stares nervously at the
rabid plot bunnies waiting in ambush*
Shirebound: Oh, how adored writing about little hobbits snuggled in blankets! Hehe. Yes, it's little things like this that help make this story bearable to write. :0)
Loveofthering: Yesss! Those nasssty teacherses! They does it again! We hates them! They keeps us from writing they do! Hehe.
Mint Sauce: I hope I'm doing okay writing Bilbo. I've never tried to write him before, and I do admit that I don't know him as well as I do the other hobbits.
MLynnBloom: Yes, we both like loveofthering's story Samwise, don't we? (loveofthering, if you're reading this, we love you!) Looks like we have something in common! I love Sam to death! *huggles Sam* And yes the trailer was awesome. "I see in your eyes, the same fear that will take the heart of me . . ."
Yahiko: Hehe. :0) Here's the rest! Sorry, I must have misplaced it. *wink*
Lemondrop: *cheers with Lemondrop* Hurray for blankets and tea! Yay!
Geez, this story is turning out a lot longer than anticipated. Can you believe that this was originally supposed to be three chapters? And I haven't even gotten to the crucial parts yet! *sigh* I guess this is the way it goes sometimes.
Anyhoo, on with the story!
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"Mr. Bilbo, it's my Momma." After forcing out these choked words, Sam drew in a ragged sob, putting his head in his hands to hide his forthcoming tears.
Frodo stifled a gasp. "Sam! What happened? Is your mother hurt?" But now that the dam that had been so hastily erected was broken again, the tears could not be stopped, and Sam found himself unable to answer.
Seeing Sam's distress, Bilbo held up a hand gesturing that Frodo should wait before saying any more. Obviously, the young lad was rather upset. Bilbo patted Sam's knee reassuringly. "It's alright Sam," He tried to say calmly, though he was truly very alarmed. Whatever happened must have been extreme to lead Sam to act this way. "Don't try to stop your crying. Just let it go. You can tell us when you're ready."
Sam lifted his face up to meet Bilbo's gaze. "It's my Momma!" He cried out again, as if not realizing that he'd said it already. Frodo glanced nervously at Bilbo, not sure how to handle the situation. "She . . ." Sam broke off for a moment, "She's really really sick."
Bilbo stiffened at this, and then forced himself to remain calm. Small children could sometimes exaggerated things. Frodo however, made no attempt to conceal any shock that he might feel.
"Oh no, Sam!" He exclaimed. "That's terrible!" Leaning down, he enveloped his small friend in an embrace.
Bilbo smiled at the small display of friendship, and then stopped to consider things. Sam could be blowing things way out of proportion. It had not quite left anyone's memory the time when he got it into his head that he had ruined the entire garden when he had stepped on a single flower while he was playing. It may very well be, that Bell Gamgee simply had a head cold, and Samwise could be afraid of something trivial.
Then again . . .
"Sam?" Bilbo said suddenly, directing his concerned voice to the young hobbit on the couch cocooned in blankets. "Will you be okay if Frodo and I step out for a moment?"
Frodo looked up with a puzzled expression, but Sam nodded wordlessly.
Beckoning for Frodo to follow, Bilbo left the room.
As soon as he was sure that Sam could not hear them, Bilbo turned around to speak. "Frodo," he said straight out. "I'm not sure if Samwise is making a mountain out of a mole hill here, but . . ."
"Uncle," Frodo interrupted, tilting his head. "I don't think that Sam would be this way unless it was something serious."
"I know." Bilbo nodded. "He usually acts much older than his age, and this incident has really brought to my attention just how young he really is." Sighing, Bilbo continued. "I must say, that this has made me quite worried about Bell Gamgee."
"Me too." Frodo agreed, his blue eyes opened wide, betraying his fear.
"Listen to me Frodo." Bilbo explained quickly. "I am going to go down to Bagshot Row, just to check and make sure everything is all right. I want you to stay here with Sam." Frodo nodded, but Bilbo cut him off before he could speak. "Keep an eye on him. I believe he must have been in the rain for a very long time, probably long enough that there is a danger that he caught a chill. Keep him warm, and if you can get him to calm down and rest, all the better."
"Yes, Uncle Bilbo."
"You're a good lad." Bilbo smiled, before turning to walk to the door. He pulled his cloak off of the hook, and wrapped it around his shoulders.
"Let us hope," Frodo said quietly, "that you will be able to bring back good news."
Opening the large round door, Bilbo turned to face Frodo before departing. "We can only hope right now." He told Frodo encouragingly. "And keep Bell in your heart."
"I will." Frodo declared firmly.
Bilbo gave a quick goodbye, and then ventured out into the rain.
The door closed.
TBC
Shirebound: Oh, how adored writing about little hobbits snuggled in blankets! Hehe. Yes, it's little things like this that help make this story bearable to write. :0)
Loveofthering: Yesss! Those nasssty teacherses! They does it again! We hates them! They keeps us from writing they do! Hehe.
Mint Sauce: I hope I'm doing okay writing Bilbo. I've never tried to write him before, and I do admit that I don't know him as well as I do the other hobbits.
MLynnBloom: Yes, we both like loveofthering's story Samwise, don't we? (loveofthering, if you're reading this, we love you!) Looks like we have something in common! I love Sam to death! *huggles Sam* And yes the trailer was awesome. "I see in your eyes, the same fear that will take the heart of me . . ."
Yahiko: Hehe. :0) Here's the rest! Sorry, I must have misplaced it. *wink*
Lemondrop: *cheers with Lemondrop* Hurray for blankets and tea! Yay!
Geez, this story is turning out a lot longer than anticipated. Can you believe that this was originally supposed to be three chapters? And I haven't even gotten to the crucial parts yet! *sigh* I guess this is the way it goes sometimes.
Anyhoo, on with the story!
******************************************************
"Mr. Bilbo, it's my Momma." After forcing out these choked words, Sam drew in a ragged sob, putting his head in his hands to hide his forthcoming tears.
Frodo stifled a gasp. "Sam! What happened? Is your mother hurt?" But now that the dam that had been so hastily erected was broken again, the tears could not be stopped, and Sam found himself unable to answer.
Seeing Sam's distress, Bilbo held up a hand gesturing that Frodo should wait before saying any more. Obviously, the young lad was rather upset. Bilbo patted Sam's knee reassuringly. "It's alright Sam," He tried to say calmly, though he was truly very alarmed. Whatever happened must have been extreme to lead Sam to act this way. "Don't try to stop your crying. Just let it go. You can tell us when you're ready."
Sam lifted his face up to meet Bilbo's gaze. "It's my Momma!" He cried out again, as if not realizing that he'd said it already. Frodo glanced nervously at Bilbo, not sure how to handle the situation. "She . . ." Sam broke off for a moment, "She's really really sick."
Bilbo stiffened at this, and then forced himself to remain calm. Small children could sometimes exaggerated things. Frodo however, made no attempt to conceal any shock that he might feel.
"Oh no, Sam!" He exclaimed. "That's terrible!" Leaning down, he enveloped his small friend in an embrace.
Bilbo smiled at the small display of friendship, and then stopped to consider things. Sam could be blowing things way out of proportion. It had not quite left anyone's memory the time when he got it into his head that he had ruined the entire garden when he had stepped on a single flower while he was playing. It may very well be, that Bell Gamgee simply had a head cold, and Samwise could be afraid of something trivial.
Then again . . .
"Sam?" Bilbo said suddenly, directing his concerned voice to the young hobbit on the couch cocooned in blankets. "Will you be okay if Frodo and I step out for a moment?"
Frodo looked up with a puzzled expression, but Sam nodded wordlessly.
Beckoning for Frodo to follow, Bilbo left the room.
As soon as he was sure that Sam could not hear them, Bilbo turned around to speak. "Frodo," he said straight out. "I'm not sure if Samwise is making a mountain out of a mole hill here, but . . ."
"Uncle," Frodo interrupted, tilting his head. "I don't think that Sam would be this way unless it was something serious."
"I know." Bilbo nodded. "He usually acts much older than his age, and this incident has really brought to my attention just how young he really is." Sighing, Bilbo continued. "I must say, that this has made me quite worried about Bell Gamgee."
"Me too." Frodo agreed, his blue eyes opened wide, betraying his fear.
"Listen to me Frodo." Bilbo explained quickly. "I am going to go down to Bagshot Row, just to check and make sure everything is all right. I want you to stay here with Sam." Frodo nodded, but Bilbo cut him off before he could speak. "Keep an eye on him. I believe he must have been in the rain for a very long time, probably long enough that there is a danger that he caught a chill. Keep him warm, and if you can get him to calm down and rest, all the better."
"Yes, Uncle Bilbo."
"You're a good lad." Bilbo smiled, before turning to walk to the door. He pulled his cloak off of the hook, and wrapped it around his shoulders.
"Let us hope," Frodo said quietly, "that you will be able to bring back good news."
Opening the large round door, Bilbo turned to face Frodo before departing. "We can only hope right now." He told Frodo encouragingly. "And keep Bell in your heart."
"I will." Frodo declared firmly.
Bilbo gave a quick goodbye, and then ventured out into the rain.
The door closed.
TBC