FrodoBaggins87: Yes. Lots of Angst. So much fun to write. Makes me a
bit moody though.
sheildmaiden715: Thanks, mi amigo.
Beorn Briarwood: Is this kind of story really that common. Rats. Thanks. I saw someone do it on some other fic. I forgot who it was. Oh, well. I'll try to post the others quicker. I had a slight writer's block because what I had planned for this chapter didn't work. Actually I just got unblocked this morning in math class. Funny how things work. Normally inspiration doesn't rush up on me al the sudden like that. Fun when it does. I'll probably get you the next chappie faster.
Araphin: Thank you for reading it. And though I don't much read elf or man LOTR fics, yours are good.
Songofthewind: Thank you. This was a wonderful and helpful review. And I have taken a few of your suggestions by revising chapter one in grammar and format. I've got potential! It's got potential! Yah! (Hallelujah Chorus Relient K style) I'm ecstatic. Thank you very much. God Bless, jedi_baggins.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR.
Runaway
Chapter 2: Always There
By: jedi_baggins
Flashback to Frodo's room at his old home, May 16, 1378 S.R. 11:55 p.m.
"Ahh!"
"Frodo! I'm coming."
"Mom! Dad!"
Mommy rushed through the door and picked me up with Daddy following behind her. Mom and Dad sat on my bed.
Daddy asked, "Frodo, what's wrong!"
"I had a bad dream. There was a monster and he came into my room! You weren't there and he tried to take me away! Then I woke up."
"It's all right Frodo. It was only a dream." Mom said as she petted my head soothingly, calming my nerves.
"Mom, Dad, if it was real would you be there to protect me?"
Mom said, "Of course Frodo. We'll always be there for you."
"Always?"
"Always." Said my dad in an assuring tone.
Exit Flashback
Enter Frodo POV, On the Road, August 22, 1389 S.R., 11:21 P.M.
Always there. That's what they said. Always. Then where are they now?
Rain falls as I run. Raindrops stream down my face replacing the many tears I find myself unable to cry.
I shouldn't be running. I'll tire myself out. But I don't care. I want to run. I want to run because I'm angry, sad, and hurt. I'm angry at my parents for not being here for me. Angry at Bilbo for making me believe he cared when he didn't. I'm angry at the Shire, excluding Merry, Tango, and Taboo, for ignoring me.
It's cold. I have a coat but I don't want to put it on. This cold is somehow refreshing to me. The cold. The rain. The dark. They match how I feel. For once I fit in.
You said you'd always be there for me. But you aren't.
sheildmaiden715: Thanks, mi amigo.
Beorn Briarwood: Is this kind of story really that common. Rats. Thanks. I saw someone do it on some other fic. I forgot who it was. Oh, well. I'll try to post the others quicker. I had a slight writer's block because what I had planned for this chapter didn't work. Actually I just got unblocked this morning in math class. Funny how things work. Normally inspiration doesn't rush up on me al the sudden like that. Fun when it does. I'll probably get you the next chappie faster.
Araphin: Thank you for reading it. And though I don't much read elf or man LOTR fics, yours are good.
Songofthewind: Thank you. This was a wonderful and helpful review. And I have taken a few of your suggestions by revising chapter one in grammar and format. I've got potential! It's got potential! Yah! (Hallelujah Chorus Relient K style) I'm ecstatic. Thank you very much. God Bless, jedi_baggins.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR.
Runaway
Chapter 2: Always There
By: jedi_baggins
Flashback to Frodo's room at his old home, May 16, 1378 S.R. 11:55 p.m.
"Ahh!"
"Frodo! I'm coming."
"Mom! Dad!"
Mommy rushed through the door and picked me up with Daddy following behind her. Mom and Dad sat on my bed.
Daddy asked, "Frodo, what's wrong!"
"I had a bad dream. There was a monster and he came into my room! You weren't there and he tried to take me away! Then I woke up."
"It's all right Frodo. It was only a dream." Mom said as she petted my head soothingly, calming my nerves.
"Mom, Dad, if it was real would you be there to protect me?"
Mom said, "Of course Frodo. We'll always be there for you."
"Always?"
"Always." Said my dad in an assuring tone.
Exit Flashback
Enter Frodo POV, On the Road, August 22, 1389 S.R., 11:21 P.M.
Always there. That's what they said. Always. Then where are they now?
Rain falls as I run. Raindrops stream down my face replacing the many tears I find myself unable to cry.
I shouldn't be running. I'll tire myself out. But I don't care. I want to run. I want to run because I'm angry, sad, and hurt. I'm angry at my parents for not being here for me. Angry at Bilbo for making me believe he cared when he didn't. I'm angry at the Shire, excluding Merry, Tango, and Taboo, for ignoring me.
It's cold. I have a coat but I don't want to put it on. This cold is somehow refreshing to me. The cold. The rain. The dark. They match how I feel. For once I fit in.
You said you'd always be there for me. But you aren't.