Echoes of the past
Tale 1
Frodo's tears
Part 2 of 2
A/N: The continued story of Frodo! YIPPIE!! So nobody gets confused, Frodo is at the age of 12. Read and enjoy!
"Why did you go into Farmer Maggot's field, Frodo?" Drogo Baggins questioned his still shocked son. Frodo peered up at him with tears filling the rims of his eyes.
"I'm suh-sorry, da. It's juh-just...just..." His voice cracked. He didn't mean for his father to get so upset with him. They were sitting on a little mahogany table now, in the Hall, across from each other. His dad's eyes pierced his own, making Frodo turn his gaze to the floor.
"Just what, Frodo?" Drogo pressed. His son had always been good, or so he thought. But after this little incident with the mushrooms, he didn't know what to think.
"It's just that I-I smelled some mushrooms and I just couldn't help myself da! You might think that's a stupid reason for straying off the path in the middle of the rainstorm but I..." Drogo had had enough.
"Frodo Baggins! Do you know how much your mother and I worried about you today? I gathered everyone from Brandy Hall to go search for you! As for your mother, she cried her heart out. For you! And I..." He stopped. Frodo had his curly head lowered. His little body shook with sobs. Drogo felt a wave of quilt sweep over him.
"I'm suh-suh-sorry da!" Frodo lifted his head from his chest. His sapphire eyes poured buckets of tears it seemed. "I didn't m-mean for mamma to cry!" He stuck his palms into his eyes and wept again.
Drogo got up from his chair and knelt down next to his son, who was taking in gasps of breath. He put his hand gently on the boys shoulder and began to rub up and down.
"Now, now. Don't be upset. I'm sorry for yelling at you, Frodo. But you can't make us worry so." Frodo removed his palms from his eyes and gazed at his father with red eyes. Drogo felt a tug on the side of his mouth as a little half smile formed upon his face. "You know...I used to sneak mushrooms too."
Frodo's eyes widened. "You did?" The surprise expressed in his voice made Drogo laugh.
"Don't sound so astounded! I think that's where you got your sneaking abilities from." He gave Frodo a wink and gathered him into his arms. "No matter what happens, I will always be with you. I promise you that." He whispered as he hugged the hobbit boy.
"I love you da."
"I love you too."
The rest of the afternoon rolled on without much event. The air was cool and crisp again from the rain. The puddles that were standing on the gravel in pools were nearly gone.
Frodo was setting out teacups for his family's daily afternoon tea when Rory Brandybuck burst through the door with a giant grin spread across his tan face. Rory was the head of the Hall. Though a very nice hobbit, he did get on peoples nerves every so often. He strode over to Frodo, smiling from ear to ear.
"Hullo, Frodo!" He greeted him with a hardy slap on the back. Frodo stumbled forward. "Well keep your balance lad! Ha! Don't want you fallin' all over the place" He helped Frodo gain his footing. "Well lad, I heard about the fine adventure you had today! Don't you be doin' any of that stuff again anytime soon! Ha Ha! Where's your mum?"
Frodo gave him a queer look. "She's in her room, taking her rest. I don't think she wants to be..."
"Oh! Then I won't be botherin' her then. Just tell 'er that the boat will be ready at about seven o' clock. Did you get all that lad?" Frodo nodded, wincing at how loud Rory spoke. Rory then took his leave.
"Mamma?" Frodo whispered as he tiptoed into her room. Primula was lying on her bed with her arm behind her head, eyes opened.
"Yes, dear?" She sat up and leaned against the wall behind her bed.
"Rory said that the boat for tonight will be ready at seven. Oh and tea is ready."
"Thank you. I'll be right out."
The evening of the boat ride finally came. Drogo and Prim rushed about the Hall, questioning Frodo what they should wear or if this looks right or 'Do you think she'll like this?'
Now Frodo, getting sick of his parents fussing about, stated,
"Why don't you two just go with your everyday clothes? It's just a boat ride!" They stared at him in astonishment, and then soon realized that he was right. Prim changed back into her flowered blue dress and Drogo changed into his brown pants and a white shirt topped off with a brown jacket.
"Thank goodness for Frodo!" Drogo exclaimed, picking up his son and twirling him around. Frodo shrieked in delight. He gave him a great big hobbit hug and set him down. Prim kissed Frodo hard on the cheek and also gave him a hug.
"Now, behave for your cousins alright? No hunting for more mushrooms." Frodo beamed. They both gave him one last hug and kiss then headed out the round door. Frodo followed after them.
"Be careful mum and da!" He shouted. They turned back and waved then headed down to the river.
"I-I don't believe it! It just couldn't happen! Not to them!"
"Aye, I didn't believe it me self, but I'm afraid that it is true." Frodo, who was wide-awake, listened with his ear to his door. He had heard the worried tones early that morning and was wondering what his cousin and Rory were talking about.
"When did it happen?" Rory asked.
"Late last night." One of his cousins answered.
"Have they found them yet?"
"No not yet. But I think it's best that they don't, if you know what I mean."
"Aye, I do. But what about the boy? What do we tell him?" Frodo opened his door a crack so he could hear better. Though he was starting to think he did not want to hear the rest.
"Nothing, for now. Let him sleep. We will tell him when he wakes." Frodo was now feeling a lump inside his throat. His eyes filling up with hot tears. 'No! No! Not them!' His thought shouted, denying the horrifying fact rising into mind.
After his cousin and uncle had left the room, Frodo stepped out of his room and ran out the door. Gray clouds blocked the sun that morning. It had rained again that previous night. When Drogo and Prim set out for their boat ride.
Frodo went to the river and crouched down onto the wet sand.
"You said you wouldn't leave me!" He bellowed at the sky. "You promised da! YOU PROMISED!" He fell on his knees and wept. "Mamma...da...why did you leave me?" he whispered weakly and covered his face with his hands. He drowned out the sound of the swift river and lay down on the beach, and then he saw no more.
"FRODO! WHERE ARE YOU? FRODO!" Rory wailed. Frodo had gone missing, just like his parents. 'He must have overheard me this morning.' He figured in his head. 'Now I've lost all three of them!'
"Rory Brandybuck! What on earth has become of Frodo?" a kindhearted voice sounded from behind. Rory quickly turned and saw an old man in a gray robe and a pointed hat.
"Gandalf! Thank goodness! We can't find Frodo!"
"What has happened?" Gandalf's eyes lost their sparkle when Rory told him about the missing hobbit.
"Well...Primula and Drogo died last night. In a boating accident." Rory chocked. He couldn't say anymore. Gandalf instantly went to look for the lad. Frodo wouldn't have gone to far. He searched around the Hall, in trees and anywhere a fragile hobbit like Frodo could hide. He had known Frodo most of his life so Gandalf knew he was very excellent at hiding. Finally he remembered what Rory said. 'In a boating accident.' Gandalf rushed as fast as he could to the river.
Gandalf's heart nearly sank to his toes when he saw the lad lying on the sand. He picked up Frodo and held him close. He was shivering.
"Frodo," he spoke with a calm, gentle voice. "Can you hear me?" Frodo's eyes fluttered open.
"G-Guh-Gandalf!" He cried. "I-is everyone luh-looking for m-me?" Gandalf smiled.
"Yes, they want you to come home." Frodo's eyes rolled back in his head as he started to pass out from the cold
"H-Home? I-I don't have a h-home anymore. My p-parents are..."
"Dead...I know."
"Huh-how can I live a n-normal life, now that they are guh-gone?" Frodo stuttered.
"You will live a normal life. Though your parents will not be here to see it, they will always be proud of what you will become. They will always be in your heart." Frodo gave Gandalf a tender smile, tears still falling from his eyes, then fell into a deep sleep, which he would awake from the next morning.
THE END
A/N:wow! That was long. I'm sorry if I got a little sloppy at the end, I finished this story at 2 o clock in the morning. Being 14, I am not used to staying up that late. I hoped you all liked this story. The next Tale will be a moment in Sam's childhood.
Tale 1
Frodo's tears
Part 2 of 2
A/N: The continued story of Frodo! YIPPIE!! So nobody gets confused, Frodo is at the age of 12. Read and enjoy!
"Why did you go into Farmer Maggot's field, Frodo?" Drogo Baggins questioned his still shocked son. Frodo peered up at him with tears filling the rims of his eyes.
"I'm suh-sorry, da. It's juh-just...just..." His voice cracked. He didn't mean for his father to get so upset with him. They were sitting on a little mahogany table now, in the Hall, across from each other. His dad's eyes pierced his own, making Frodo turn his gaze to the floor.
"Just what, Frodo?" Drogo pressed. His son had always been good, or so he thought. But after this little incident with the mushrooms, he didn't know what to think.
"It's just that I-I smelled some mushrooms and I just couldn't help myself da! You might think that's a stupid reason for straying off the path in the middle of the rainstorm but I..." Drogo had had enough.
"Frodo Baggins! Do you know how much your mother and I worried about you today? I gathered everyone from Brandy Hall to go search for you! As for your mother, she cried her heart out. For you! And I..." He stopped. Frodo had his curly head lowered. His little body shook with sobs. Drogo felt a wave of quilt sweep over him.
"I'm suh-suh-sorry da!" Frodo lifted his head from his chest. His sapphire eyes poured buckets of tears it seemed. "I didn't m-mean for mamma to cry!" He stuck his palms into his eyes and wept again.
Drogo got up from his chair and knelt down next to his son, who was taking in gasps of breath. He put his hand gently on the boys shoulder and began to rub up and down.
"Now, now. Don't be upset. I'm sorry for yelling at you, Frodo. But you can't make us worry so." Frodo removed his palms from his eyes and gazed at his father with red eyes. Drogo felt a tug on the side of his mouth as a little half smile formed upon his face. "You know...I used to sneak mushrooms too."
Frodo's eyes widened. "You did?" The surprise expressed in his voice made Drogo laugh.
"Don't sound so astounded! I think that's where you got your sneaking abilities from." He gave Frodo a wink and gathered him into his arms. "No matter what happens, I will always be with you. I promise you that." He whispered as he hugged the hobbit boy.
"I love you da."
"I love you too."
The rest of the afternoon rolled on without much event. The air was cool and crisp again from the rain. The puddles that were standing on the gravel in pools were nearly gone.
Frodo was setting out teacups for his family's daily afternoon tea when Rory Brandybuck burst through the door with a giant grin spread across his tan face. Rory was the head of the Hall. Though a very nice hobbit, he did get on peoples nerves every so often. He strode over to Frodo, smiling from ear to ear.
"Hullo, Frodo!" He greeted him with a hardy slap on the back. Frodo stumbled forward. "Well keep your balance lad! Ha! Don't want you fallin' all over the place" He helped Frodo gain his footing. "Well lad, I heard about the fine adventure you had today! Don't you be doin' any of that stuff again anytime soon! Ha Ha! Where's your mum?"
Frodo gave him a queer look. "She's in her room, taking her rest. I don't think she wants to be..."
"Oh! Then I won't be botherin' her then. Just tell 'er that the boat will be ready at about seven o' clock. Did you get all that lad?" Frodo nodded, wincing at how loud Rory spoke. Rory then took his leave.
"Mamma?" Frodo whispered as he tiptoed into her room. Primula was lying on her bed with her arm behind her head, eyes opened.
"Yes, dear?" She sat up and leaned against the wall behind her bed.
"Rory said that the boat for tonight will be ready at seven. Oh and tea is ready."
"Thank you. I'll be right out."
The evening of the boat ride finally came. Drogo and Prim rushed about the Hall, questioning Frodo what they should wear or if this looks right or 'Do you think she'll like this?'
Now Frodo, getting sick of his parents fussing about, stated,
"Why don't you two just go with your everyday clothes? It's just a boat ride!" They stared at him in astonishment, and then soon realized that he was right. Prim changed back into her flowered blue dress and Drogo changed into his brown pants and a white shirt topped off with a brown jacket.
"Thank goodness for Frodo!" Drogo exclaimed, picking up his son and twirling him around. Frodo shrieked in delight. He gave him a great big hobbit hug and set him down. Prim kissed Frodo hard on the cheek and also gave him a hug.
"Now, behave for your cousins alright? No hunting for more mushrooms." Frodo beamed. They both gave him one last hug and kiss then headed out the round door. Frodo followed after them.
"Be careful mum and da!" He shouted. They turned back and waved then headed down to the river.
"I-I don't believe it! It just couldn't happen! Not to them!"
"Aye, I didn't believe it me self, but I'm afraid that it is true." Frodo, who was wide-awake, listened with his ear to his door. He had heard the worried tones early that morning and was wondering what his cousin and Rory were talking about.
"When did it happen?" Rory asked.
"Late last night." One of his cousins answered.
"Have they found them yet?"
"No not yet. But I think it's best that they don't, if you know what I mean."
"Aye, I do. But what about the boy? What do we tell him?" Frodo opened his door a crack so he could hear better. Though he was starting to think he did not want to hear the rest.
"Nothing, for now. Let him sleep. We will tell him when he wakes." Frodo was now feeling a lump inside his throat. His eyes filling up with hot tears. 'No! No! Not them!' His thought shouted, denying the horrifying fact rising into mind.
After his cousin and uncle had left the room, Frodo stepped out of his room and ran out the door. Gray clouds blocked the sun that morning. It had rained again that previous night. When Drogo and Prim set out for their boat ride.
Frodo went to the river and crouched down onto the wet sand.
"You said you wouldn't leave me!" He bellowed at the sky. "You promised da! YOU PROMISED!" He fell on his knees and wept. "Mamma...da...why did you leave me?" he whispered weakly and covered his face with his hands. He drowned out the sound of the swift river and lay down on the beach, and then he saw no more.
"FRODO! WHERE ARE YOU? FRODO!" Rory wailed. Frodo had gone missing, just like his parents. 'He must have overheard me this morning.' He figured in his head. 'Now I've lost all three of them!'
"Rory Brandybuck! What on earth has become of Frodo?" a kindhearted voice sounded from behind. Rory quickly turned and saw an old man in a gray robe and a pointed hat.
"Gandalf! Thank goodness! We can't find Frodo!"
"What has happened?" Gandalf's eyes lost their sparkle when Rory told him about the missing hobbit.
"Well...Primula and Drogo died last night. In a boating accident." Rory chocked. He couldn't say anymore. Gandalf instantly went to look for the lad. Frodo wouldn't have gone to far. He searched around the Hall, in trees and anywhere a fragile hobbit like Frodo could hide. He had known Frodo most of his life so Gandalf knew he was very excellent at hiding. Finally he remembered what Rory said. 'In a boating accident.' Gandalf rushed as fast as he could to the river.
Gandalf's heart nearly sank to his toes when he saw the lad lying on the sand. He picked up Frodo and held him close. He was shivering.
"Frodo," he spoke with a calm, gentle voice. "Can you hear me?" Frodo's eyes fluttered open.
"G-Guh-Gandalf!" He cried. "I-is everyone luh-looking for m-me?" Gandalf smiled.
"Yes, they want you to come home." Frodo's eyes rolled back in his head as he started to pass out from the cold
"H-Home? I-I don't have a h-home anymore. My p-parents are..."
"Dead...I know."
"Huh-how can I live a n-normal life, now that they are guh-gone?" Frodo stuttered.
"You will live a normal life. Though your parents will not be here to see it, they will always be proud of what you will become. They will always be in your heart." Frodo gave Gandalf a tender smile, tears still falling from his eyes, then fell into a deep sleep, which he would awake from the next morning.
THE END
A/N:wow! That was long. I'm sorry if I got a little sloppy at the end, I finished this story at 2 o clock in the morning. Being 14, I am not used to staying up that late. I hoped you all liked this story. The next Tale will be a moment in Sam's childhood.