Frodo moaned, turning over in his sleep. It had been difficult to get
relaxed enough even to fall asleep, and now in his fevered rest he was
again uncomfortable, and tossed and turned fitfully.
Strider watched him silently, dark eyes searching as the whimpering young hobbit moved restlessly in his sleep. He was concerned, but he knew that he was unable to do anything but get Frodo to Rivendell as soon as possible. Strider sighed, turning now towards Sam, who also did not sleep well tonight. He was worried about his master; that was clear enough. But Aragorn knew that for this he also could do nothing; he was not much on sentiment, or comfort.
Frodo let out a cry, and Strider's head snapped back to where the Ringbearer lay, bright blue eyes now wide open, staring at him through the dark.
Strider crept over to the hobbit, and gathered him in his arms.
"Hush, Frodo," he said quietly, wiping a stray strand of dark hair from the hobbit's eyes, his gentle touch belaying his rough appearance. "I'm here. Rest, now. Everything will be all right."
Frodo shuddered and closed his eyes, falling back into a fevered sleep. Aragorn sighed and lay him gently back onto the ground. The hobbit immediately began whimpering again. Being as gentle as possible, Aragorn again lifted him up into his arms, where Frodo slept fitfully for the rest of the night.
***
The next morning dawned cool and clear. Frodo awoke to the nauseating smell of roasting rabbit. Everyone else seemed quite pleased over the catching of the hare, but Frodo's stomach turned at the thought of eating, and he lay quietly until Sam crept over next to him, bidding him wake.
"Come on, Mr. Frodo, wake up, sir!" he said pleasantly. "We've got ourselves a real meal today! Mr. Aragorn's caught us a rabbit, and it's biggun, too! Would you like me to bring you some?"
Frodo swallowed, moistening his parched throat before answering in a horse whisper.
"No thank you, Sam," he said quietly. "I'm not hungry."
"Not hungry!" said Sam, sounding truly surprised. "But you must be, sir! It's been an awful long time since you've eaten, and you're a hobbit, and hobbits must eat. If you ask me, we've not been gettin' near 'nough. A body should have five square meals a day, and we're lucky if we get three!"
Frodo almost cracked a smile.
"You can have my share, then, Sam," he said.
"Oh, no, Mr. Frodo, I couldn't do that!" Sam cried.
It was just then that Pippin came over with a steaming plate in his hands, his mouth full of rabbit-meat, happily chomping away.
Frodo thought he was going to lose whatever might be in his stomach.
"Come and get some, you guys," Pippin said through a mouthful of meat. "It's delicious!" he swallowed and took another large bite, and muffled "mmmm" coming from somewhere deep in his throat.
Frodo moaned and tried to turn over, with no success.
"Ay, what's wrong with Frodo now?" asked Pippin. "Don't you want some hasenpfeffer?"
Frodo shook his head, afterwards wincing at the resulting throb it caused in his head.
Pippin shrugged.
"More for me, then!" he said happily, and went back for seconds.
Sam glared in the youngest hobbit's direction, then turned back towards Frodo.
"You're sure, then, that you won't be wantin' none?" Sam asked doubtfully.
"Very sure, Sam," said Frodo.
Sam sighed and headed over to where Strider knelt by the fire, feeding it fresh wood, and got himself some breakfast.
A/N: A very special thanks to all of my reviewers! I'm so glad people are enjoying my story; I'm a bit of a reluctant writer, I never think that my writing's any good. If it weren't for my cousin (Sabrat12; you can check out her stories too! If you're a Beatles fan, that is, as we are :) and my sister then I probably wouldn't be doing any writing, but they always encourage me and tell me my stories are good, so I keep writing them. And then I discovered fanfiction.net and discovered that other people liked them too! I'm very flattered, and quite ecstatic! So thanks again! Also, someone asked if this story was movieverse or bookverse. Well, I'm not sure. I've seen the movie, and also read the books, and I suppose it could be either. I think it might become bookverse, because I think I'm going to have Glorfidel come, as the books say, and not Arwen. What do you want to hear? Either way is OK with me, I'll write it however people would like it.
Strider watched him silently, dark eyes searching as the whimpering young hobbit moved restlessly in his sleep. He was concerned, but he knew that he was unable to do anything but get Frodo to Rivendell as soon as possible. Strider sighed, turning now towards Sam, who also did not sleep well tonight. He was worried about his master; that was clear enough. But Aragorn knew that for this he also could do nothing; he was not much on sentiment, or comfort.
Frodo let out a cry, and Strider's head snapped back to where the Ringbearer lay, bright blue eyes now wide open, staring at him through the dark.
Strider crept over to the hobbit, and gathered him in his arms.
"Hush, Frodo," he said quietly, wiping a stray strand of dark hair from the hobbit's eyes, his gentle touch belaying his rough appearance. "I'm here. Rest, now. Everything will be all right."
Frodo shuddered and closed his eyes, falling back into a fevered sleep. Aragorn sighed and lay him gently back onto the ground. The hobbit immediately began whimpering again. Being as gentle as possible, Aragorn again lifted him up into his arms, where Frodo slept fitfully for the rest of the night.
***
The next morning dawned cool and clear. Frodo awoke to the nauseating smell of roasting rabbit. Everyone else seemed quite pleased over the catching of the hare, but Frodo's stomach turned at the thought of eating, and he lay quietly until Sam crept over next to him, bidding him wake.
"Come on, Mr. Frodo, wake up, sir!" he said pleasantly. "We've got ourselves a real meal today! Mr. Aragorn's caught us a rabbit, and it's biggun, too! Would you like me to bring you some?"
Frodo swallowed, moistening his parched throat before answering in a horse whisper.
"No thank you, Sam," he said quietly. "I'm not hungry."
"Not hungry!" said Sam, sounding truly surprised. "But you must be, sir! It's been an awful long time since you've eaten, and you're a hobbit, and hobbits must eat. If you ask me, we've not been gettin' near 'nough. A body should have five square meals a day, and we're lucky if we get three!"
Frodo almost cracked a smile.
"You can have my share, then, Sam," he said.
"Oh, no, Mr. Frodo, I couldn't do that!" Sam cried.
It was just then that Pippin came over with a steaming plate in his hands, his mouth full of rabbit-meat, happily chomping away.
Frodo thought he was going to lose whatever might be in his stomach.
"Come and get some, you guys," Pippin said through a mouthful of meat. "It's delicious!" he swallowed and took another large bite, and muffled "mmmm" coming from somewhere deep in his throat.
Frodo moaned and tried to turn over, with no success.
"Ay, what's wrong with Frodo now?" asked Pippin. "Don't you want some hasenpfeffer?"
Frodo shook his head, afterwards wincing at the resulting throb it caused in his head.
Pippin shrugged.
"More for me, then!" he said happily, and went back for seconds.
Sam glared in the youngest hobbit's direction, then turned back towards Frodo.
"You're sure, then, that you won't be wantin' none?" Sam asked doubtfully.
"Very sure, Sam," said Frodo.
Sam sighed and headed over to where Strider knelt by the fire, feeding it fresh wood, and got himself some breakfast.
A/N: A very special thanks to all of my reviewers! I'm so glad people are enjoying my story; I'm a bit of a reluctant writer, I never think that my writing's any good. If it weren't for my cousin (Sabrat12; you can check out her stories too! If you're a Beatles fan, that is, as we are :) and my sister then I probably wouldn't be doing any writing, but they always encourage me and tell me my stories are good, so I keep writing them. And then I discovered fanfiction.net and discovered that other people liked them too! I'm very flattered, and quite ecstatic! So thanks again! Also, someone asked if this story was movieverse or bookverse. Well, I'm not sure. I've seen the movie, and also read the books, and I suppose it could be either. I think it might become bookverse, because I think I'm going to have Glorfidel come, as the books say, and not Arwen. What do you want to hear? Either way is OK with me, I'll write it however people would like it.