Chapter 6: Rivendell
I think that the last chapter was a little strange. I dunno. Oh well! Sry 4 not writing more, but I had tons of school work and I was debating with myself over if I should do the Weathertop scene or not, and finally decided not to. And no accounts this time. Makes life easier for me nowadays. I know that Sam rushes into Frodo's room at one point, but I didn't want to put that in, so I could add a little of my own spice, per say.
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With a flash of white light, Frodo felt he was falling…falling…falling….
He saw an Elven lord, shrouded in mist, and heard distant words in Quenya, and then the familiar, comforting sight of Kit and her sweet voice.
He awoke, slightly damp with sweat, tossing his head about. "Where am I?" he murmured. The hobbit felt a hand caress his cheek gently, the skin warm and silky, and then heard a familiar voice, deep and rumbling: "You are in the House of Elrond, and it is ten o'clock in the morning, on October the twenty fifth, if you want to know."
Frodo's eyes snapped open. "Gandalf!" he cried, and he struggled to sit up, but strong hands pushed him back into the pillows. "You need to rest," said a sweet voice and he gazed up into twin piercing blue eyes, that held a deep bond of friendship…that of course she pulled right out of the air. "I need to sit, please," he said and with Kit's help, he supported his weight on his elbows. A question came to his tongue.
"Why didn't you meet us Gandalf?" he asked. The wizard hesitated. "I was….I was delayed…" For a while, he sat and thought of….things….
"What is it Gandalf?" questioned the hobbit. Gandalf started in his chair. "Nothing, Frodo….nothing. The important thing is that I am here with you…and you're lucky to be here. By the skills of Lord Elrond and his niece, you're on the mend." The Elven lord he had seen in his dream then stood before him. "Welcome to Rivendell, Master Baggins."
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Later on in that morning, Frodo asked Kit, who had been appointed his nurse, if he could go for a walk. She cocked a fine eyebrow, but shook her head and smiled. "I do not see how such a little creature, now matter how endearing," she said, pinching his cheek jokingly before striding quickly over to a large chest seated on the balcony outside and opening it. "can survive such a wound." With a small chuckle to herself, she stripped out a white silk bandage and motioned for him to come to her. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled him up into her lap. The sun-warmed ice blue velvet of her gown brushing against his back did more than just heat him; he felt shivers crawl down his spine and back up again, and he shuddered. Kit noticed as she finished stripping the other silk bandage wrapped around loosely around his shoulder. "Are you cold?" she asked with concern.
Frodo shook his head. The trembling stopped as he leaned back into her as she asked. She produced a vial of clear liquid and poured a few drops onto the silk. As she wrapped the bandage around his wound and as the fluid sank into his injury, it began to burn. He cried out, sliding off her knees, and desperately tried to unravel the bandage from his shoulder, but Kit quickly caught both his hands and rubbed them together slowly, leaning her face in close until their noses touched. "I know…" she murmured. "I know it hurts, but I know you will manage." The soft press of her lips on his cheek made his breath catch in his throat, but then she left. "I'm so silly!" he thought. "I, a hobbit, in love with an elf, and a princess at that!" With a mirthless laugh, he turned to his wardrobe and began to dress in his own clothes.
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