Sam ran again towards the stream, carrying a brass pot that he had brought
from home. Reaching the bank, he knelt quickly down, dipping the pot into
the cool waters, and sprinted back towards his master.
Aragorn sat with Frodo cradled in his arms. The small bundle of hobbit was shuddering violently, a harsh rattle to his breath, a sound broken only by gasping coughs every few minutes.
Sam crept quietly over to the two huddled figures, silently setting down the pot next to Aragorn before going over to one of the bags to pull out a fresh cloth.
"Here, Sam," said Strider quietly, holding out his hand.
Sam obediently deposited the cloth into the Ranger's waiting hand and watched as he silently dipped it in the water and placed it on Frodo's fevered forehead.
Frodo let out a soft moan, but quickly succumbed to the coldness and relaxed, still shivering despite the heat radiating from his body. Strider glanced up at Sam with a sad look in his dark eyes.
Sam did not at all like that look.
***
The next morning, Frodo was a little better; at least, he was well enough to be helped onto a pony and hold on, eyes usually closed, small, frail body surrounded in blankets. Sam was worried; they all were, of course, but Merry was too level-headed to get too worked up about it; Pippin was young, and did not quite understand; and Strider- well, Strider understood, of course, but he was too quiet about it to be of much comfort to poor Sam. So he suffered in silence, looking anxiously towards his master almost always, as if sure that as long as he kept an eye on him nothing would ever happen. This, of course, was not true, and Sam knew it; but it made him feel better about the whole thing, and he kept telling himself that everything was going to be all right, even if he knew that this also was not quite true.
The day wore on, and it became apparent to all the travelers that Frodo was not going to be able to keep on much longer. His breath was heavy in his chest, and he swayed, and Sam began to fear that he would fall off the pony.
Finally, Strider called for a halt.
"Only briefly," he warned, "we must press on."
Sam quickly became defensive.
"Well, we can't just keep on at such a speed!" he burst out. "Frodo is hurt and ill; you can't expect him to keep traipsing all over Middle Earth all day and well into the night! He needs a rest!"
Strider looked at Sam gravely, and the hobbit began to regret his words.
"We must keep on, Sam, as quickly as we can," said Strider in a calm, quiet voice. "Rest will not help Frodo. Only Elrond can do anything for him now."
Sam hung his head in silence.
Well, what do you think? Interested in more? Let me know! Thanks! To all of you who have so far reviewed:
Minx: My first reviewer! Thank you so much: you have no idea how good I felt when I read that!
Xena: Anxious to read more, eh? Well, keep checking for updates! I plan on continuing through to Rivendell if there continues to be interest.
Arien: Yeah, I've read a couple of other Weathertop stories, and I figured, well, why not post my own? Actually my inspiration was Frodo Baggins of Bag End, I just love her stories! Check them out for more Weathertop blues tales :)
????(): Yeah, this is my first LOTR fic. You like it? Thanks!!
elizabeth wyath: I always thought the same thing! Tolkien did sort of underplay that scenario. Exactly why we fanfic writers must elaborate! Ha ha!
Epona: So glad there's interest! Thanks for the review!
Fool of a Took: Don't worry, don't worry! I'm writing, I'm writing!
Minx: Thanks so much for another review! I'm SOOO glad you like it! :)
Joanna Goff: You have given me the biggest compliment I could ever receive. Almost as good as Tolkien? Are you serious? Wow!!!! Thanks so much! You have no idea how much that means to me….to be as almost as good as my fav author….wow!!!
Lissa: Thanks for the encouragement, I will!!
elizabeth wyeth: You over there? Ok, ok, I see you! Pipe down! More on the way! Thanks for the second review :)
Pheonix Ice: Thanks! I'm glad I'm doing ok keeping the people in character: I was a little worried about that, glad to know I'm doing ok! Yeah, I have a non-slash policy, happy to know you like that!
Michelle: I have a knack for details? Thanks!! You're too kind… :)
Aragorn sat with Frodo cradled in his arms. The small bundle of hobbit was shuddering violently, a harsh rattle to his breath, a sound broken only by gasping coughs every few minutes.
Sam crept quietly over to the two huddled figures, silently setting down the pot next to Aragorn before going over to one of the bags to pull out a fresh cloth.
"Here, Sam," said Strider quietly, holding out his hand.
Sam obediently deposited the cloth into the Ranger's waiting hand and watched as he silently dipped it in the water and placed it on Frodo's fevered forehead.
Frodo let out a soft moan, but quickly succumbed to the coldness and relaxed, still shivering despite the heat radiating from his body. Strider glanced up at Sam with a sad look in his dark eyes.
Sam did not at all like that look.
***
The next morning, Frodo was a little better; at least, he was well enough to be helped onto a pony and hold on, eyes usually closed, small, frail body surrounded in blankets. Sam was worried; they all were, of course, but Merry was too level-headed to get too worked up about it; Pippin was young, and did not quite understand; and Strider- well, Strider understood, of course, but he was too quiet about it to be of much comfort to poor Sam. So he suffered in silence, looking anxiously towards his master almost always, as if sure that as long as he kept an eye on him nothing would ever happen. This, of course, was not true, and Sam knew it; but it made him feel better about the whole thing, and he kept telling himself that everything was going to be all right, even if he knew that this also was not quite true.
The day wore on, and it became apparent to all the travelers that Frodo was not going to be able to keep on much longer. His breath was heavy in his chest, and he swayed, and Sam began to fear that he would fall off the pony.
Finally, Strider called for a halt.
"Only briefly," he warned, "we must press on."
Sam quickly became defensive.
"Well, we can't just keep on at such a speed!" he burst out. "Frodo is hurt and ill; you can't expect him to keep traipsing all over Middle Earth all day and well into the night! He needs a rest!"
Strider looked at Sam gravely, and the hobbit began to regret his words.
"We must keep on, Sam, as quickly as we can," said Strider in a calm, quiet voice. "Rest will not help Frodo. Only Elrond can do anything for him now."
Sam hung his head in silence.
Well, what do you think? Interested in more? Let me know! Thanks! To all of you who have so far reviewed:
Minx: My first reviewer! Thank you so much: you have no idea how good I felt when I read that!
Xena: Anxious to read more, eh? Well, keep checking for updates! I plan on continuing through to Rivendell if there continues to be interest.
Arien: Yeah, I've read a couple of other Weathertop stories, and I figured, well, why not post my own? Actually my inspiration was Frodo Baggins of Bag End, I just love her stories! Check them out for more Weathertop blues tales :)
????(): Yeah, this is my first LOTR fic. You like it? Thanks!!
elizabeth wyath: I always thought the same thing! Tolkien did sort of underplay that scenario. Exactly why we fanfic writers must elaborate! Ha ha!
Epona: So glad there's interest! Thanks for the review!
Fool of a Took: Don't worry, don't worry! I'm writing, I'm writing!
Minx: Thanks so much for another review! I'm SOOO glad you like it! :)
Joanna Goff: You have given me the biggest compliment I could ever receive. Almost as good as Tolkien? Are you serious? Wow!!!! Thanks so much! You have no idea how much that means to me….to be as almost as good as my fav author….wow!!!
Lissa: Thanks for the encouragement, I will!!
elizabeth wyeth: You over there? Ok, ok, I see you! Pipe down! More on the way! Thanks for the second review :)
Pheonix Ice: Thanks! I'm glad I'm doing ok keeping the people in character: I was a little worried about that, glad to know I'm doing ok! Yeah, I have a non-slash policy, happy to know you like that!
Michelle: I have a knack for details? Thanks!! You're too kind… :)