Hello everyone! *gasp* I'm writing on a Sunday morning, instead of a
Saturday! Hehe.
After this week, I may be able to update a bit more, since most of my big projects will be out of the way. Well, I will unless the nasssty teacherses assign more projects. Blah.
Shirebound: Hehe. I am glad I wasn't proud of that part for no reason! As soon as I had written it, I had to go dancing around the house. :0)
Loveofthering: Hmm . . . you actually may not need your kleenex box . . . yet.
MLynnBloom: I don't either! *huggles Sam*
Gundam Pervy Arms: And such a little cutie he is! *huggles Sam again*
Tavion: Yay! You came to review! *hugs* I am so glad you like it! And now I have one more way to beg for more of The Smell of Rain. *Gets down on knees and begs*
Elfitchick: Sam is my very favorite too! *huggles Sam, yet again* I am very glad you like it! Yes, they are nasty teacherses. We hates them we does!
Lemondrop: If there is a petition, I'll be the first to sign! *sobs* I still can't believe I am writing this. Ah well, this is a more lighthearted chapter. Probably the happiest in the story. So enjoy it while you can! And by the way, if you do get a pen name, please tell me straight away! :0)
Okay okay. I know you are all tired of my ramblings. So I will shut up now.
On with the story!
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When Bilbo saw Frodo entering the kitchen the next morning with a pale face and dark circles under his eyes, he knew that his lad had not slept a wink. Bilbo himself had not slept much either. How could one, at a time like this?
"Good morning, Frodo," He said softly, looking up from the meal he was preparing.
Frodo mumbled something, but whether it was 'Good Morning' was anyone's guess. They were both so quiet, that the clinking of dishes seemed to ring extra loudly and echoed through the kitchen. Frodo slumped into a seat at the table, and breathed the aromas of breakfast in deeply. Letting out the breath in a tired sigh, he asked quietly, "Any word on . . .?" The question trailed off.
Bilbo did not answer for a long time, leading Frodo to believe that maybe he should not have asked that question. But at last, Bilbo nodded barely, and whispered, "Where there's breath, there's hope."
His brightening, Frodo jumped up from his seat. "You mean she's still alive?"
Bilbo smiled tiredly, "Yes, Hamson brought the news here earlier this morning. Despite what the doctor said, she lived." His face turned serious again. "It still doesn't look good, but at least we know now that she is putting up a fight."
"Oh," Frodo said looking down at his hands in his lap. "Er . . . what about Sam?"
"I offered to allow Sam remain with us for a little while, at which Hamson looked relieved." Bilbo paused for a moment and then continued. "I know that Sam is a very sensitive lad, and being so worked up he would probably only get in the way. So it is best that he stay here. A sickroom is no place for a small lad."
"So," Frodo processed this, "He is just going to stay here? The whole time?"
"Well, unless his family sends for him, if Bell starts to get better, or . . ." His voice cracked bit, " . . . if he has to say goodbye."
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"So, Sam," You are going to stay with us for a little while." Frodo's hand was held clasped by little Sam, as they both walked outside in the fresh clean air. It was a sunny day, although rather windy. But that was just perfect for what Frodo had planned. Bilbo had told him to take Sam out for the day, take him away from his troubles, and cheer him up a bit. That was exactly what Frodo aimed to do.
"Great!" Sam exclaimed, so rejuvenated by the bright day that he almost forgot his sorrows. "We can play games together!"
"Yes!" Frodo agreed, stopping in a large field. "And that's why I brought this!" He held out a large, strange looking device. Sam looked at it curiously. It was a large diamond shaped thing, attached to a very long string.
"What is it, Mr. Frodo?" He asked, still puzzling over the object.
Frodo smiled widely. "It's called a kite. It's something the Dwarves that Bilbo knows brought from Dale. It can fly through the sky!"
Sam's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. "Show me Mr. Frodo!"
"All right!" Frodo shouted, "Here we go!" Frodo held on the end of the long string, went running, and the kite flew up into the sky. Sam looked up in astonishment. It was like a bird, its wings outstretched, soaring through the heavens.
"Wow!" Sam yelled to Frodo, who was started to run back. "That is amazing!" He pointed to the kite and started jumping up and down. "Do it again! Do it again!"
Laughing, Frodo replied, "Why don't you give it a try?"
Sam gasped. "You would let me play with one of your fancy toys?"
"Of course, Sam."
"Yippee!" Sam shouted in excitement, and Frodo handed him the string.
Frodo grinned as he saw Sam go off running across the field, the kite in tow. Sam couldn't quite run fast enough to get it as high as Frodo did, but Sam acted as if he got the kite as high as the sun.
The sun, that had peeked out from the rain clouds that day.
TBC
After this week, I may be able to update a bit more, since most of my big projects will be out of the way. Well, I will unless the nasssty teacherses assign more projects. Blah.
Shirebound: Hehe. I am glad I wasn't proud of that part for no reason! As soon as I had written it, I had to go dancing around the house. :0)
Loveofthering: Hmm . . . you actually may not need your kleenex box . . . yet.
MLynnBloom: I don't either! *huggles Sam*
Gundam Pervy Arms: And such a little cutie he is! *huggles Sam again*
Tavion: Yay! You came to review! *hugs* I am so glad you like it! And now I have one more way to beg for more of The Smell of Rain. *Gets down on knees and begs*
Elfitchick: Sam is my very favorite too! *huggles Sam, yet again* I am very glad you like it! Yes, they are nasty teacherses. We hates them we does!
Lemondrop: If there is a petition, I'll be the first to sign! *sobs* I still can't believe I am writing this. Ah well, this is a more lighthearted chapter. Probably the happiest in the story. So enjoy it while you can! And by the way, if you do get a pen name, please tell me straight away! :0)
Okay okay. I know you are all tired of my ramblings. So I will shut up now.
On with the story!
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When Bilbo saw Frodo entering the kitchen the next morning with a pale face and dark circles under his eyes, he knew that his lad had not slept a wink. Bilbo himself had not slept much either. How could one, at a time like this?
"Good morning, Frodo," He said softly, looking up from the meal he was preparing.
Frodo mumbled something, but whether it was 'Good Morning' was anyone's guess. They were both so quiet, that the clinking of dishes seemed to ring extra loudly and echoed through the kitchen. Frodo slumped into a seat at the table, and breathed the aromas of breakfast in deeply. Letting out the breath in a tired sigh, he asked quietly, "Any word on . . .?" The question trailed off.
Bilbo did not answer for a long time, leading Frodo to believe that maybe he should not have asked that question. But at last, Bilbo nodded barely, and whispered, "Where there's breath, there's hope."
His brightening, Frodo jumped up from his seat. "You mean she's still alive?"
Bilbo smiled tiredly, "Yes, Hamson brought the news here earlier this morning. Despite what the doctor said, she lived." His face turned serious again. "It still doesn't look good, but at least we know now that she is putting up a fight."
"Oh," Frodo said looking down at his hands in his lap. "Er . . . what about Sam?"
"I offered to allow Sam remain with us for a little while, at which Hamson looked relieved." Bilbo paused for a moment and then continued. "I know that Sam is a very sensitive lad, and being so worked up he would probably only get in the way. So it is best that he stay here. A sickroom is no place for a small lad."
"So," Frodo processed this, "He is just going to stay here? The whole time?"
"Well, unless his family sends for him, if Bell starts to get better, or . . ." His voice cracked bit, " . . . if he has to say goodbye."
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"So, Sam," You are going to stay with us for a little while." Frodo's hand was held clasped by little Sam, as they both walked outside in the fresh clean air. It was a sunny day, although rather windy. But that was just perfect for what Frodo had planned. Bilbo had told him to take Sam out for the day, take him away from his troubles, and cheer him up a bit. That was exactly what Frodo aimed to do.
"Great!" Sam exclaimed, so rejuvenated by the bright day that he almost forgot his sorrows. "We can play games together!"
"Yes!" Frodo agreed, stopping in a large field. "And that's why I brought this!" He held out a large, strange looking device. Sam looked at it curiously. It was a large diamond shaped thing, attached to a very long string.
"What is it, Mr. Frodo?" He asked, still puzzling over the object.
Frodo smiled widely. "It's called a kite. It's something the Dwarves that Bilbo knows brought from Dale. It can fly through the sky!"
Sam's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. "Show me Mr. Frodo!"
"All right!" Frodo shouted, "Here we go!" Frodo held on the end of the long string, went running, and the kite flew up into the sky. Sam looked up in astonishment. It was like a bird, its wings outstretched, soaring through the heavens.
"Wow!" Sam yelled to Frodo, who was started to run back. "That is amazing!" He pointed to the kite and started jumping up and down. "Do it again! Do it again!"
Laughing, Frodo replied, "Why don't you give it a try?"
Sam gasped. "You would let me play with one of your fancy toys?"
"Of course, Sam."
"Yippee!" Sam shouted in excitement, and Frodo handed him the string.
Frodo grinned as he saw Sam go off running across the field, the kite in tow. Sam couldn't quite run fast enough to get it as high as Frodo did, but Sam acted as if he got the kite as high as the sun.
The sun, that had peeked out from the rain clouds that day.
TBC