-I do not own LOTR or any of it's characters. Though everybody wishes they did.-

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Frodo awoke in the warmth of someone's large arms. He opened his eyes and blearily looked up into the face of his holder. When his eyes finally focused, he found that Aragorn's concerned grey eyes staring back into his confused blue ones.

"Hello Frodo, how are you feeling?" Aragorn asked, trying to sound cheerful.

"I'm feeling fine." Frodo said.

Aragorn sighed. "You are not feeling fine and you know it, now Frodo, tell me how you are feeling." -sternly. Frodo knew he'd better tell.

"A bit dizzy. My head hurts, and also my foot."

"And?" Aragorn pressed.

"Hot." Frodo said. He did not know why he was hot, considering the weather, but he just was.

"You have a high fever." He pressed his terribly cold hand to Frodo's terribly hot forehead. It felt good.

Presently Sam walked over with a soaked cloth. When he saw his master was awake, he was ecstatic, but tried to remain calm. He handed Aragorn the cloth and knelt next to his master, while Aragorn placed the cool cloth on Frodo's forehead.

"Hello, Mr. Frodo! How are you feeling?" Sam asked jovially.

Aragorn laughed. "You know asking him that won't do you any good, Sam. We all know exactly what he is going to say, the stubborn hobbit!"

Sam grinned and nodded. He looked back onto Frodo's flushed face. "Why, you gave everyone that was up here a right scare when they saw you, Mr. Frodo! Thought you was dead, yes siree!" He laughed. "Aragorn nearly cried!"

Aragorn puckered his lips. "No I didn't!"

"Yes, you did! I could see the tears in your eyes! And when he checked your pulse, I could see that a few tears had already fallen. Then he laughed, right happy he was when he noticed you weren't dead!"

Frodo smiled. He never knew Aragorn had loved him that much! Frodo yawned, and closed his eyes a moment when the world started spinning, but only slowly, as if it had worn itself out. Aragorn whispered something to Sam, and Sam nodded in agreement, grinning from ear to ear.

"Mr. Frodo? Would you like to hear a story?" Sam asked.

"Sure Sam, I'd love that." Frodo answered. He knew what Sam and Aragorn were doing, and he was grateful for it.

Aragorn leaned back against the rock wall, shifting Frodo into a more comfortable position. Sam crawled to the wall and leaned against it as well, putting his head against Aragorn's shoulder.

"Once upon a time, in the beautiful green land of Rivendell." Sam started sleepily.

Frodo closed his eyes and shifted in Aragorn's arms so that he was a little warmer, letting Sam's gentle voice lull him to sleep.

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Sorry I haven't updated in such a long time!

And sorry this is such a short chapter!

No flames please just constructive criticism if you want.

I will try to update more!