Hello everyone. Lillia here. Sorry about the wait. Things have been more
than hectic at school. And I had to usher for the musical two nights, and
baby-sit one night. I really had no time to spare to write at all. And this
week I was off of school, but I babysat every day, and I recently got
addicted to a pretty cool RPG. But finally I have a day off.
Moving on...
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings. Because if I did, I would've written the ending like this: although scarred, eventually Frodo got over it and thoughts of the ring fled his mind. He was able to live in peace and happiness in the Shire until the end of his days, occasionally visiting his old friends from the fellowship. The end. I think that's a good ending... but the real one really drives the message of the book home, and makes it more... I dunno memorable, and that is a good ending I just don't like how Frodo can't live in the Shire.
Anyway... this chapter may suck, but I have WBS right now so give me a break :P
Many Conversations
Aragorn knocked lightly upon the door, before entering the room. The room was bright and perhaps larger than it needed to be. The walls were a dazzling ivory, the floor was a creamy white stone, and the ceiling was a very light hue of bluish gray. Not a single lamp was lit, but the sun shone brightly through the thin, gauzy blue curtains. The largest item of furniture was a grand bed, even by standards of Man. Therefore, the small halfling lying in it appeared lost amid a sea of downy, white sheets and blankets.
Aragorn was not surprised to see Samwise sitting beside the bed, in a large chair that was propped up high so Sam could properly keep an eye on his master. Aragorn had once thought that all halflings, like Men, needed rest. But this had been proven false in Rivendell when Sam had kept a constant vigilance over Frodo, until he was forced to take rest. And so he had expected the loyal hobbit to be sitting there as usual.
Walking over to the bed and the two halflings, Aragorn spoke quietly with said hobbit.
"How fares your master, Samwise?" Aragorn asked, as he felt Frodo's forehead with the back of his hand. He was relieved to find that Frodo was neither chilled nor feverish.
"Better than yesterday, Strider. He has not woken up yet, but he seems to be doing fine." Sam answered, trying to keep his voice optimistic and hopeful. Sometimes Sam would not let it show just how worried or upset he was, and this seemed to be one of the times.
In truth, Aragorn was worried as well. He had hoped that Frodo had woken up by now. They had been in Lothlorien for two days now, and Frodo had not awoken yet. This was not a good sign, and Aragorn was not certain if Frodo would be well again. But he tried to stay hopeful, for the other hobbits' sakes.
"I am sure you are right, Samwise. Frodo does seem to be doing better." He answered. Very carefully Aragorn pulled back the sheets and checked Frodo over. He had to measure Frodo's pulse compared with Sam's for a Man's heart and a Halfling's heart beat at a different rhythm. Listening to Frodo's breathing, he found his breath was still ragged and wheezy, as if something had scraped the perian's throat and lungs raw. He unwrapped the ringbearer's bandages and checked the healing of the wounds on his back. They were healing properly, but it would take time to mend them good enough for Frodo to even move well. Aragorn was most concerned with Frodo's shoulder. He had torn it up quite badly, and it would take more time to heal than anything else. He applied a soothing paste medicine and replaced the bandages with fresh ones. Done with that, the Ranger finished checking Frodo over, redressed him, and lay him back to rest peacefully. With a small smile he turned back to Sam who had watched the practice carefully, to be sure he knew as much as he could of his master's condition.
"He seems to be mending well." Aragorn said, laying a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Aye, Strider." Sam agreed.
Aragorn looked around. "Where are Meriadoc and young Peregrin? Were they not here this morning?"
Sam smiled then. "Ah, well you know them, Strider. Merry is down in the kitchens seeing if he can snitch some food, and Pippin is moping about in his room since he couldn't go with Merry, on account of his leg and all." Sam explained.
"They never can stay out of trouble, can they?" Aragorn asked, amused.
"I do not believe so, Strider."
"Well, Samwise, I must go check on young Pippin now. I shall come back to see how Frodo is doing later. I must go now." Aragorn paused. "There are many nurses here who will take splendid care of your master. You may take a few hours rest, if you so desire." He suggested.
"Aye, Mr. Strider. I will take rest soon." Sam answered. Aragorn did not even have to look at his eyes to know that he was not speaking the truth. The only way Sam would rest was if sleep snuck up upon him, and took him before he could prevent it.
Aragorn simply shook his head, smiling softly at Samwise's loyalty and great friendship. He knew this would be a great aid to Frodo on his quest. Bidding another farewell, he stepped into the other room. This one was very much like the last, except that the ceiling was a soft lavender, the walls were more of a cream colour, and the curtains were a gauzy lilac.
Only one hobbit was in this room, and he was lying almost completely beneath the covers with only a splinted leg showing. Aragorn walked over to the bed, and gently pulled back the covers. Two bright green eyes stared up at him, clearly disappointed.
"Good day, master Peregrin, is it pleasant under there?" Aragorn asked, perhaps at times a bit exasperated by young Pippin's lack of maturity.
"Good day, Strider. I'm sorry, I was expecting Merry. That's why I was pretending to be asleep." Pippin explained.
"Oh, I see. Has he not returned from the kitchens yet?" Aragorn asked.
"How'd you know he went there?" Pippin asked, surprised.
"Sam was willing to tell me. I doubt he'll have to sneak off, though. The cooks will be more than happy to give him whatever he wants."
"Oh." Pippin shrugged. "But that sort of takes some of the fun out of it...oh well. I will have to get Sam later, for telling you." Pippin paused, Aragorn imagined he was scheming up some revenge for poor Samwise. "I still wish I could have gone with him." For a moment Pippin looked sad, then he brightened up. "But Merry promised to bring me extra food since I couldn't go." He added.
"That's very good. Although I doubt it would be enough food for you. But don't worry Peregrin, in a short while that leg of yours will be mended and you will be off stealing food and causing mischief with Merry in no time." Aragorn assured him.
"I do hope so, Strider. I am very sick of sitting in this bed all day. I've had to stay here for ages." Pippin complained.
"But, Master Pippin, you've only been in that bed for two days." Aragorn reminded him.
"Oh is that all? But it seems like much longer." Pippin said pensively.
"Well, perhaps you will be able to get out soon, if you'll let me take a look at that leg." Aragorn suggested.
Pippin agreed, and Aragorn carefully checked the splint and the setting of the bones. After making sure it was still set correctly, he glanced over the healing of the other scrapes and bruises Pippin had received on his fall. There was a particularly large scrape from his palm to his elbow on his left arm, and many others on his person but they were all healing quite quickly, thanks to Pippin's youth. Soon after he finished, Merry came in with the two largest baskets he could carry, both filled with food. Legolas came in then and asked for a word with Aragorn, so Aragorn left the two young halflings with their meal.
Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir were sitting in the next room, talking amongst themselves. They looked up when Aragorn entered.
"Aragorn, how is the ringbearer faring?" Boromir asked.
Aragorn decided to be honest with them. "To speak of honesty, I am not quite sure. He has yet to awaken, and he has improved little. I fear that the amount of time he was beneath the water and left without air has taken a deeper toll on him than I originally suspected." He answered gravely.
They were silent for a moment, taking in the information. "But he has to wake up, does he not?" Boromir asked.
"It is still too soon to tell if he will. And even if he does, I am not sure how well he will be."
"I believe we do not put enough faith in Frodo. He is strong enough to come back to us. At first I did not believe it, but I have seen what strength the perian possesses." Legolas said.
"I hope you are right, Master Elf, I do hope you are right." Gimli said grimly.
They stood there in silence, each thinking of Frodo's condition and whether they believed he could pull through, when suddenly Merry burst through the door.
"What is it, Merry?" Aragorn asked.
"Frodo woke up!"
******* okay, how lousy was that? I don't think it was really that good, and I'm not positive I got everyone in character, especially since my niece still has my book and so I cannot check how they talked to each other or anything, so sorry about that. Oh, I got more reviews!
The Glazed Over Elf: thank you! Oh and thanks for the tip on Peregrin. I think I only misspelled it a couple times, thankfully. Thanks again and keep reading please.
Calenor: thank you! Make sure you tell me when you post your fic, so I can read it. I love Frodo, but for some reason I like to read angst that is at his cost. Him and Pip. Anyway, hope this chapter was alright. No real suffering, just talking. Anyway, thanks again and keep reading please.
Xann: thank you! LOL how can he look like Frodo if he doesn't look like Elijah? Elijah Wood is the actor who plays Frodo in the Lord of the Rings movies. Its okay, I use 'anyway' ALL the time, if you haven't noticed. I did update Blueberry hill and I will again soon, but I got some major homework due in a few days so maybe this weekend. I'm not sure if I can come up with more fics. I mean, I write a lot but most of it is definitely Mary Sue, and nobody likes that. Oh and I write a lot of original work. I'm going to post that stuff on fictionpress.com when I finish w/my two fanfics if you're ever interested. Anyway, off subject: thanks again and keep reading please!
boromir: thanks! I'm going to email you as soon as I post this, so I guess by the time you read this you've already gotten it...so this is kind of pointless, but oh well. Thanks again and keep reading please.
Arwen Baggins: thank you! Lol, yeah I guess if you went through a class things would just come to your attention like that. I don't mind if you nit pick, as long as you're not cruel about it, and you're not, so I don't mind. Oh, and about Sam and Aragorn knowing he couldn't swim... "Well your honor, the defense only has one thing to say. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the Lord of the Rings book was only a summary of their travels and therefore did not tell of *every* conversation the members of the fellowship had. So during a conversation one day, perhaps it was stated that Sam could not swim, probably by Pippin. There is no proof this happened, but then again there is no proof it did not happen. So members of the jury, I ask you not to convict this "innocent" fanfic writer simply because she typed before she thought, because perhaps Aragorn did know that. My closing statement is: you cannot walk through the wilderness and not speak. The most logical answer is that someone said that Sam could not swim during a casual conversation, and the prosecutor cannot prove otherwise. The defense rests." Lol, sorry. Felt like being stupid, but that is my excuse. Anyway, thanks again and keep reading please! Ps, what did I mess up in this chapter?
Okay, thanks again everyone! Hope this chapter was alright. Next chapter might be out by next weekend, but I'm sort of focused on a guy right now, and then there is school, and that RPG, but I will try.
I want...ummm...3 reviews before I update
I accept flames and criticisms.
If you have any suggestions, questions, concerns, ideas, etc. email me:
wanderingtracker@hotmail.com
or talk to me on AIM: Cocomunk36
~Lillia~
Moving on...
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings. Because if I did, I would've written the ending like this: although scarred, eventually Frodo got over it and thoughts of the ring fled his mind. He was able to live in peace and happiness in the Shire until the end of his days, occasionally visiting his old friends from the fellowship. The end. I think that's a good ending... but the real one really drives the message of the book home, and makes it more... I dunno memorable, and that is a good ending I just don't like how Frodo can't live in the Shire.
Anyway... this chapter may suck, but I have WBS right now so give me a break :P
Many Conversations
Aragorn knocked lightly upon the door, before entering the room. The room was bright and perhaps larger than it needed to be. The walls were a dazzling ivory, the floor was a creamy white stone, and the ceiling was a very light hue of bluish gray. Not a single lamp was lit, but the sun shone brightly through the thin, gauzy blue curtains. The largest item of furniture was a grand bed, even by standards of Man. Therefore, the small halfling lying in it appeared lost amid a sea of downy, white sheets and blankets.
Aragorn was not surprised to see Samwise sitting beside the bed, in a large chair that was propped up high so Sam could properly keep an eye on his master. Aragorn had once thought that all halflings, like Men, needed rest. But this had been proven false in Rivendell when Sam had kept a constant vigilance over Frodo, until he was forced to take rest. And so he had expected the loyal hobbit to be sitting there as usual.
Walking over to the bed and the two halflings, Aragorn spoke quietly with said hobbit.
"How fares your master, Samwise?" Aragorn asked, as he felt Frodo's forehead with the back of his hand. He was relieved to find that Frodo was neither chilled nor feverish.
"Better than yesterday, Strider. He has not woken up yet, but he seems to be doing fine." Sam answered, trying to keep his voice optimistic and hopeful. Sometimes Sam would not let it show just how worried or upset he was, and this seemed to be one of the times.
In truth, Aragorn was worried as well. He had hoped that Frodo had woken up by now. They had been in Lothlorien for two days now, and Frodo had not awoken yet. This was not a good sign, and Aragorn was not certain if Frodo would be well again. But he tried to stay hopeful, for the other hobbits' sakes.
"I am sure you are right, Samwise. Frodo does seem to be doing better." He answered. Very carefully Aragorn pulled back the sheets and checked Frodo over. He had to measure Frodo's pulse compared with Sam's for a Man's heart and a Halfling's heart beat at a different rhythm. Listening to Frodo's breathing, he found his breath was still ragged and wheezy, as if something had scraped the perian's throat and lungs raw. He unwrapped the ringbearer's bandages and checked the healing of the wounds on his back. They were healing properly, but it would take time to mend them good enough for Frodo to even move well. Aragorn was most concerned with Frodo's shoulder. He had torn it up quite badly, and it would take more time to heal than anything else. He applied a soothing paste medicine and replaced the bandages with fresh ones. Done with that, the Ranger finished checking Frodo over, redressed him, and lay him back to rest peacefully. With a small smile he turned back to Sam who had watched the practice carefully, to be sure he knew as much as he could of his master's condition.
"He seems to be mending well." Aragorn said, laying a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Aye, Strider." Sam agreed.
Aragorn looked around. "Where are Meriadoc and young Peregrin? Were they not here this morning?"
Sam smiled then. "Ah, well you know them, Strider. Merry is down in the kitchens seeing if he can snitch some food, and Pippin is moping about in his room since he couldn't go with Merry, on account of his leg and all." Sam explained.
"They never can stay out of trouble, can they?" Aragorn asked, amused.
"I do not believe so, Strider."
"Well, Samwise, I must go check on young Pippin now. I shall come back to see how Frodo is doing later. I must go now." Aragorn paused. "There are many nurses here who will take splendid care of your master. You may take a few hours rest, if you so desire." He suggested.
"Aye, Mr. Strider. I will take rest soon." Sam answered. Aragorn did not even have to look at his eyes to know that he was not speaking the truth. The only way Sam would rest was if sleep snuck up upon him, and took him before he could prevent it.
Aragorn simply shook his head, smiling softly at Samwise's loyalty and great friendship. He knew this would be a great aid to Frodo on his quest. Bidding another farewell, he stepped into the other room. This one was very much like the last, except that the ceiling was a soft lavender, the walls were more of a cream colour, and the curtains were a gauzy lilac.
Only one hobbit was in this room, and he was lying almost completely beneath the covers with only a splinted leg showing. Aragorn walked over to the bed, and gently pulled back the covers. Two bright green eyes stared up at him, clearly disappointed.
"Good day, master Peregrin, is it pleasant under there?" Aragorn asked, perhaps at times a bit exasperated by young Pippin's lack of maturity.
"Good day, Strider. I'm sorry, I was expecting Merry. That's why I was pretending to be asleep." Pippin explained.
"Oh, I see. Has he not returned from the kitchens yet?" Aragorn asked.
"How'd you know he went there?" Pippin asked, surprised.
"Sam was willing to tell me. I doubt he'll have to sneak off, though. The cooks will be more than happy to give him whatever he wants."
"Oh." Pippin shrugged. "But that sort of takes some of the fun out of it...oh well. I will have to get Sam later, for telling you." Pippin paused, Aragorn imagined he was scheming up some revenge for poor Samwise. "I still wish I could have gone with him." For a moment Pippin looked sad, then he brightened up. "But Merry promised to bring me extra food since I couldn't go." He added.
"That's very good. Although I doubt it would be enough food for you. But don't worry Peregrin, in a short while that leg of yours will be mended and you will be off stealing food and causing mischief with Merry in no time." Aragorn assured him.
"I do hope so, Strider. I am very sick of sitting in this bed all day. I've had to stay here for ages." Pippin complained.
"But, Master Pippin, you've only been in that bed for two days." Aragorn reminded him.
"Oh is that all? But it seems like much longer." Pippin said pensively.
"Well, perhaps you will be able to get out soon, if you'll let me take a look at that leg." Aragorn suggested.
Pippin agreed, and Aragorn carefully checked the splint and the setting of the bones. After making sure it was still set correctly, he glanced over the healing of the other scrapes and bruises Pippin had received on his fall. There was a particularly large scrape from his palm to his elbow on his left arm, and many others on his person but they were all healing quite quickly, thanks to Pippin's youth. Soon after he finished, Merry came in with the two largest baskets he could carry, both filled with food. Legolas came in then and asked for a word with Aragorn, so Aragorn left the two young halflings with their meal.
Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir were sitting in the next room, talking amongst themselves. They looked up when Aragorn entered.
"Aragorn, how is the ringbearer faring?" Boromir asked.
Aragorn decided to be honest with them. "To speak of honesty, I am not quite sure. He has yet to awaken, and he has improved little. I fear that the amount of time he was beneath the water and left without air has taken a deeper toll on him than I originally suspected." He answered gravely.
They were silent for a moment, taking in the information. "But he has to wake up, does he not?" Boromir asked.
"It is still too soon to tell if he will. And even if he does, I am not sure how well he will be."
"I believe we do not put enough faith in Frodo. He is strong enough to come back to us. At first I did not believe it, but I have seen what strength the perian possesses." Legolas said.
"I hope you are right, Master Elf, I do hope you are right." Gimli said grimly.
They stood there in silence, each thinking of Frodo's condition and whether they believed he could pull through, when suddenly Merry burst through the door.
"What is it, Merry?" Aragorn asked.
"Frodo woke up!"
******* okay, how lousy was that? I don't think it was really that good, and I'm not positive I got everyone in character, especially since my niece still has my book and so I cannot check how they talked to each other or anything, so sorry about that. Oh, I got more reviews!
The Glazed Over Elf: thank you! Oh and thanks for the tip on Peregrin. I think I only misspelled it a couple times, thankfully. Thanks again and keep reading please.
Calenor: thank you! Make sure you tell me when you post your fic, so I can read it. I love Frodo, but for some reason I like to read angst that is at his cost. Him and Pip. Anyway, hope this chapter was alright. No real suffering, just talking. Anyway, thanks again and keep reading please.
Xann: thank you! LOL how can he look like Frodo if he doesn't look like Elijah? Elijah Wood is the actor who plays Frodo in the Lord of the Rings movies. Its okay, I use 'anyway' ALL the time, if you haven't noticed. I did update Blueberry hill and I will again soon, but I got some major homework due in a few days so maybe this weekend. I'm not sure if I can come up with more fics. I mean, I write a lot but most of it is definitely Mary Sue, and nobody likes that. Oh and I write a lot of original work. I'm going to post that stuff on fictionpress.com when I finish w/my two fanfics if you're ever interested. Anyway, off subject: thanks again and keep reading please!
boromir: thanks! I'm going to email you as soon as I post this, so I guess by the time you read this you've already gotten it...so this is kind of pointless, but oh well. Thanks again and keep reading please.
Arwen Baggins: thank you! Lol, yeah I guess if you went through a class things would just come to your attention like that. I don't mind if you nit pick, as long as you're not cruel about it, and you're not, so I don't mind. Oh, and about Sam and Aragorn knowing he couldn't swim... "Well your honor, the defense only has one thing to say. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the Lord of the Rings book was only a summary of their travels and therefore did not tell of *every* conversation the members of the fellowship had. So during a conversation one day, perhaps it was stated that Sam could not swim, probably by Pippin. There is no proof this happened, but then again there is no proof it did not happen. So members of the jury, I ask you not to convict this "innocent" fanfic writer simply because she typed before she thought, because perhaps Aragorn did know that. My closing statement is: you cannot walk through the wilderness and not speak. The most logical answer is that someone said that Sam could not swim during a casual conversation, and the prosecutor cannot prove otherwise. The defense rests." Lol, sorry. Felt like being stupid, but that is my excuse. Anyway, thanks again and keep reading please! Ps, what did I mess up in this chapter?
Okay, thanks again everyone! Hope this chapter was alright. Next chapter might be out by next weekend, but I'm sort of focused on a guy right now, and then there is school, and that RPG, but I will try.
I want...ummm...3 reviews before I update
I accept flames and criticisms.
If you have any suggestions, questions, concerns, ideas, etc. email me:
wanderingtracker@hotmail.com
or talk to me on AIM: Cocomunk36
~Lillia~