A Place for Him
By; Baggins'babe
Never Leave
Disclaimer; I don't or will ever own characters places or things in this story.
"Da, mum where are you?" Frodo yelled into the distant night. It was cold and pitch black he couldn't see his hand fifteen millimeters from his face. The last thing he remembered was running into a forest looking for his parents. Ominous trees veiled the stars and moon making all natural forms of light inaccessible.
He could feel eyes watch him in the darkness. They seemed to penetrate whatever bravery he had left. He was frightened, cold, and hopeless and could do nothing about it.
This terrible dream brought tears to the child's eyes as he squirmed about in bed. "Mum, Da don't leave me!" he cried out.
"Oh, sweetheart we aren't going to leave you." Primula reassured as she held Frodo's head tight to her body. The boy awoke and looked into his mother's face; she could see his eyes dance like sea in fear. Primula embraced him tightly as he sobbed into her shoulder.
A worried father rushed into the room. "What's wrong?"
"Frodo had a bad dream." Drogo sighed in relief and pulled up a chair to the child's bedside. "Maybe you should tell us about it."
"You both left me!" Frodo cried even harder.
"Shh, Shh, Shh, now Frodo we would never leave you." Primula softly re-informed as she tucked him into bed.
"It's too early to be waking now you should try and go back to sleep." Drogo lovingly suggested.
"I'm afraid to."
"Don't worry." Drogo put a hand on the boy's forehead and spoke soothing words in elvish. "este ve hisie untupa alcarin lote esse esgal ello i isil este." within an instant Frodo was asleep.
Into the window sunbeams crept as the nightingale sang a sweet song of joy. "Frodo, time to wake up." Drogo whispered in his ear.
"Mmm, ten more minutes." came a groggy reply.
"After what you put me through last night and now you want me to skip second breakfast?"
"I slept through first breakfast?!"
"Not yet, but if you want to laze around mom and I could eat it for you."
"You wouldn't dare." Frodo playfully challenged.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" with that Drogo sped off. Frodo jumped out of bed and started sprinting. He finally caught up to his father when his dad fell down.
"Da?"
"Owww, that smarts!"
"What's wrong where are you hurt?"
"Right here!" Drogo reached for Frodo's tummy and eventually was mercilessly tickling him to the ground. They were in a fit of giggles as the delicious aroma of porridge drifted through the hallway. Following their noses the boys poked their heads through the kitchen door and sat down at the table.
"Frodo when you're finished I could use some help in the kitchen."
"Aw, come on Primula that's for woman folk. Besides Frodo needs to work with me outside today."
"That's fine then." Primula answered. She then served the porridge to Frodo and herself and set the pot back on the hotplate.
"Um, I was just kidding." Drogo said with a sheepish grin." Primula placed a heaping spoonful into Drogo's bowl.
"Then so was I." She kissed his forehead.
"About Frodo staying inside?"
"No, about not giving you your breakfast now eat up before it gets cold."
rest, as mist covers glorious, blossoms in hiding from the moon, rest.
"Da, mum where are you?" Frodo yelled into the distant night. It was cold and pitch black he couldn't see his hand fifteen millimeters from his face. The last thing he remembered was running into a forest looking for his parents. Ominous trees veiled the stars and moon making all natural forms of light inaccessible.
He could feel eyes watch him in the darkness. They seemed to penetrate whatever bravery he had left. He was frightened, cold, and hopeless and could do nothing about it.
This terrible dream brought tears to the child's eyes as he squirmed about in bed. "Mum, Da don't leave me!" he cried out.
"Oh, sweetheart we aren't going to leave you." Primula reassured as she held Frodo's head tight to her body. The boy awoke and looked into his mother's face; she could see his eyes dance like sea in fear. Primula embraced him tightly as he sobbed into her shoulder.
A worried father rushed into the room. "What's wrong?"
"Frodo had a bad dream." Drogo sighed in relief and pulled up a chair to the child's bedside. "Maybe you should tell us about it."
"You both left me!" Frodo cried even harder.
"Shh, Shh, Shh, now Frodo we would never leave you." Primula softly re-informed as she tucked him into bed.
"It's too early to be waking now you should try and go back to sleep." Drogo lovingly suggested.
"I'm afraid to."
"Don't worry." Drogo put a hand on the boy's forehead and spoke soothing words in elvish. "este ve hisie untupa alcarin lote esse esgal ello i isil este." within an instant Frodo was asleep.
Into the window sunbeams crept as the nightingale sang a sweet song of joy. "Frodo, time to wake up." Drogo whispered in his ear.
"Mmm, ten more minutes." came a groggy reply.
"After what you put me through last night and now you want me to skip second breakfast?"
"I slept through first breakfast?!"
"Not yet, but if you want to laze around mom and I could eat it for you."
"You wouldn't dare." Frodo playfully challenged.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" with that Drogo sped off. Frodo jumped out of bed and started sprinting. He finally caught up to his father when his dad fell down.
"Da?"
"Owww, that smarts!"
"What's wrong where are you hurt?"
"Right here!" Drogo reached for Frodo's tummy and eventually was mercilessly tickling him to the ground. They were in a fit of giggles as the delicious aroma of porridge drifted through the hallway. Following their noses the boys poked their heads through the kitchen door and sat down at the table.
"Frodo when you're finished I could use some help in the kitchen."
"Aw, come on Primula that's for woman folk. Besides Frodo needs to work with me outside today."
"That's fine then." Primula answered. She then served the porridge to Frodo and herself and set the pot back on the hotplate.
"Um, I was just kidding." Drogo said with a sheepish grin." Primula placed a heaping spoonful into Drogo's bowl.
"Then so was I." She kissed his forehead.
"About Frodo staying inside?"
"No, about not giving you your breakfast now eat up before it gets cold."
rest, as mist covers glorious, blossoms in hiding from the moon, rest.