Disclaimers: I own none of JRR Tolkiens classic characters or lands, but only wish to emulate the great master (I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!)
Medical Disclaimers: While I have done my best to research medical procedures and medicines that may have existed at Frodo's time, I use them here only as a fictional cure...please do not try this at home.

Frodo's presence in this chapter is limited. I instead, am trying to further develop key characters important to his life and survivial....bear with me, in the insueing chapters there will be plenty of Frodo angst.

Smoke and Mirrors Chapter 4

Aragorn and Gandalf passed thru the seventh gate and started down the incline leading to the sixth level and the Houses of Healing. As they rounded the curve leading to the south portal they were hailed by four guards who were running towards them.

"My Lord, I have hurried as fast as I could to bring you dire news of the Ringbearer," the leading guard panted.
Aragorn and Gandalf's faces crumpled in grief.

"So the Ringbearer has succumb, then?"

"No, my Liege. He has escaped". Aragorn's face reflected the shock both he and Gandalf were experiencing. "He was delusional and attacked the healer Saleth and Lord Faramir as they tried to detain him", replied the guard.

"Escaped? By what miracle? This small one was unable to rise let alone summon the energy needed to wield a sword or make an escape," exclaimed an astonished Aragorn.
"Now Aragorn, remember with whom you are dealing here. Frodo is a very stubborn, resourceful hobbit. Unlike most of his kind, he has a bright inner light. If he felt in any way that he was in danger...",started Gandalf.

"No, not he ...but Middle Earth," interrupted Aragorn. "In his delirium he thought he had not as yet destroyed the ring, so that would be his aim if he were to escape."

"You are not seriously thinking he would try the long trek to Mordor, are you?" exclaimed Gandalf.

"No...no, I think in Frodo's mind he IS in Mordor," murmurred Aragorn. "We must act quickly." Turning to the guards, he said "Gather all the guards that can be spared and search each level thouroughly. He could not have gotten far in his condition. Make certain to check all alleyways or any low lying areas where a hobbit could hide, and remember NO harm shall befall him. If any man should use force or harm the Ringbearer, I will take it PERSONALLY and my judgement will be swift and cruel." A sharp glint was in the King's eyes as he said the last, the meaning not lost on the entourage.

"He is small and slower-we should not have any trouble locating him, my King," said the 1st guard.

"Do not be so hasty to judge the little ones, they are very good at not being seen if they so desire it and can be aggressive warriors in their own right, if threatened," warned Aragorn.

"I meant no disrespect, my King", the guard backpeddled. "We will be thourough and gentle when we find him. By your leave, your Highness?" the guard bowed with great respect.
"It is given," responded the King.
The guards continued up the incline to muster the guard for the search. Aragorn and Gandalf moved now with new purpose, towards the Houses of Healing.

"If only Legolas and Gimli were here to help with this dilemma. Legolas especially with his elven senses and gentle manner is much needed now," sighed Gandalf.

"He greatly wished to journey to Mirkwood and see King Thranduil, and they are both far from Gondor now. By the Valar, I hope Frodo is alright," said the King.
When they came upon the Houses of Healing their eyes opened in shock for it was in a great uproar. They moved past the remaining guards, Aragorn pausing to relate what he desired of them. The guards dispersed. Gandalf and Aragorn went thru the doorway and into total chaos. On the floor as he entered, Faramir was being lifted between two healers. He leaned heavily on them, his arms about their necks. They had torn away his leggings which were saturated with blood, and bandaged the stabbed limb. He looked pale.
"How fair you, Captain?" asked Aragorn.

"I am well enough, the sword did not inflict any serious damage. I only wish I could have stopped him or reasoned with him, but when I looked in his eyes, there was no recognition. He was as a wild animal, desperate to escape a cage. What has befallen him for him to act so?" asked Faramir.

"He is very ill. There is naught you could have done to stop him. You know how determined he can be." replied Aragorn
"Aye, I do," smiled Faramir. "But what is his goal? The Ring is gone, he has but to return to normal life."

"Frodo is suffering from, we believe, 'brain fever'", Faramir gasped. "He has been delirious and thinks the Ring and Sauron still exist," continued Aragorn.

"If this is true, we must find him quickly or he will be beyond our help soon. Allow me to help you in the search....You there, Master Healer, I wish to be bound so that I might assist the King in his search for Frodo," called Faramir to Saleth.

"Absolutely NOT, my Lord. You have lost a great deal of blood, and when you put pressure on that leg it will reopen the wound. You will remain in bed until I am satisfied you are well enough to walk on it," replied Saleth.
Faramir's mouth fell open. "Tell him, Aragorn. Tell him you will demand he release me so I may assist you," implored Faramir, for the moment forgetting to address his King as he should. Aragorn gave him a kind smile. "I am sorry my friend, but Saleth has the last word in the matters of healing and you must stay behind and in bed as he requests, nay, orders. Saleth gave a victorious look at Faramir and a thankful one to Aragorn. Without the King's support he would have been hard pressed to restrain the Steward from releasing himself from the healer's care. Saleth was again grateful to have Aragorn in his rightful place as the King of Gondor.
Faramir was helped away, looking over his shoulder, hopefully, at Aragorn.
As Saleth turned to go Aragorn's eyes lit on the bandaged left hand.

"And what of you, Master Healer? Perhaps you need rest as well?" he smiled.
Saleth blushed at this. "It is nothing, just a scratch, my Liege", he replied nervously.

"Let me see it then," replied Aragorn with a stern look.
"But .... yes, your Highness," he acquiesed, seeing the look in the King's eyes.
The King unwound the hand and glanced up quickly at Saleth. "This is no small scratch, Master Healer. Do you know the penalty for lying to your King?" Aragorn asked softly.

"Your pardon, my Leige. I meant no deception, truly. I wish only to regain order here and see to Captain Faramir," murmurred Saleth.

"It will need stitches," murmurred Aragorn as he looked closely at the gash. He hailed a nearby orderly. "Bring me a suturing tool and fine line."
The orderly bowed and went to arrange for the requested materials. When he returned with the suturing supplies he also had brought an antiseptic salve and a tea for the Master Healer. Aragorn nodded to the orderly in appreciation. He turned to Saleth. "I will put in the stitches myself, because I desire greatly to hear how someone so sick as the Ringbearer was able to overcome not one, but two men twice his height, and escape while suffering from fever, great weakness and pain."

Saleth gulped. "Yes, my Lord."
Aragorn looked up into the now tear filled eyes of the healer. He knew in his heart that whatever befell the Ringbearer this gentle man would, forever, blame himself. A surge of pity and compassion filled his heart. "Peace, my friend. I am not here to lay blame on your already troubled shoulders. I seek only information so that we might locate Frodo quickly," murmurred Aragorn.
Saleth swallowed hard and was again thankful for as great a King as Aragorn. His compassion would be as a beacon in the dark for the kingdom of Gondor.
"It is all my fault. I had prepared the instruments you had requested and sat to rest awaiting your return, Your Highness."

"I am equally to blame, Master Healer, as I was delayed with matters of state," replied Aragorn. "Continue please."

"I had sat to rest as I was most weary. I must have fallen asleep because something awoke me...a noise. When I looked up, the Ringbearer was not in his bed." He swallowed again . "I felt a great fear that perhaps he had fallen out of his bed while in his delirium."
"Why did you not bind him, Saleth?" Aragorn gently asked.

"I was loath to do so. He is so small and frail. I felt it a great dishonor to all he had done and a great cruelty to his spent frame," murmurred Saleth.

"I understand your feelings on this. I, too, would have been hard spent to inflict this final blow on Frodo. But, surely you realized it was not an act born of maliciousness, but a kindness to keep him from further harm?"

"I know, Your Highness, but still could not bring myself to do it. I chose, instead to keep a vigil. Unfortunately, my own fatigue was my undoing," replied Saleth.

"It is hard to lay vigilant when ones own body is tired. Continue please." Aragorn had put three stitches in place as they spoke and now continued onto the fourth.

"I called out for him, and there was no answer. So I walked around to the other side of the bed. He was huddled against the bed, a look of panic in his eyes. He was very damp from the sweats of the fever. He had a cloak clutched in his left hand and his blade in his right. I tried to talk soothingly to him, but he crept backwards to the corner, obviously not understanding my intent. Then," and here Saleth gulped as he remembered the removal of the guaze on Frodo's maimed hand, "he sliced the guaze off of his right hand and removed the bandages. Better to grip the sword with, I assume. The ring finger began bleeding anew."
Aragorn wore a troubled expression and as Saleth had told him of the manner in which Frodo had removed his bandages, had stopped stitching and was watching Saleth's face in horror.

"He pointed the sword at my chest and motioned for me to go back to the chair and sit. I tried to tell him he had already destroyed the ring and was now clasping tightly the pendant the Queen had placed around his neck, but he did not believe me. Although, for a second, he did hesitate as if this was familiar to him." Again Aragorn looked up from his work.

"Do you think he doubted himself--that the ring really had been destroyed afterall? Speak true, Saleth, this could be very important," asked Aragorn.

"I do, my Leige. Just for a moment he seemed confused and looked as to believe me." Aragorn nodded for him to go on. "he pulled himself up slowly against the wall. He was so very weak I was sure he would collapse at any moment," Aragorn smiled at this, knowing exactly how much willfullness lay in Frodo. "He was very shaky but managed to creep along the wall to the doorway and then out into the corridor. I slowly left my seat and walked thru the doorway and looked around the corner in the hallway. He was standing with his forehead pressed to the cobble, a look of sheer bliss on his face."

"He must have relished the feeling of the cool stone against his fevered skin," Aragorn said sadly.

"Indeed, but then he noticed me out of the corner of his eye and rounded on me with renewed energy, no doubt from adrenaline." Aragorn nodded his agreement. Everyone knew of adrenaline or the 'fight or flight' rush. Unfortunately, the rush was usually shortlived and left the person feeling even more drained than before. "I appoached him telling him I wanted to help him but he slowly backed away. He vomited quite suddenly and violently then and started to fall. I reached out to catch him. That was when he sliced my palm with the sword. He must have thought I was making an aggressive move."

"Hmm...well, you have ten new stitches to show you have fought in battle," Aragorn said as he bandaged the gash after wiping it with the salve.

"Please, jest not, my Leige. I neither earned or desired battle or its wounds," lamented Saleth.

" I am not jesting, Master Healer. Aragorn looked into his eyes. "Frodo could just have easily run you through, but even at his worst he is better than the rest of us at our best."

Saleth nodded. "I have felt this way as well, about our Ringbearer."

"Continue...how did Faramir become involved?" asked Aragorn.

"Master Baggins was slowly retreating down the hallway. He was so weak but the fear drove him on. He backed into Captain Framir. The captain was delighted to see him, but when Frodo turned around, the look on the Steward's face turned to query.
He glanced down the hall and saw the blood and myself sitting on the floor, and asked Frodo what was happening. Frodo wavered as to fall and the Captain reached out to steady him. Again, he must have felt threatened and stabbed the Steward in the leg. Captain Farmir screamed and called out to Frodo, but he had vanished into the night," completed Saleth.

Aragorn arose. "Your tale was enlightening and I feel no ill will towards you for Frodo's escape. He is very determined, I am sure he would have found aother way, if this had failed, to escape. You have done well. Now, take this tea and retire for a few hours. I will awaken you when we find Frodo," said Aragorn.

"But I must tend to the Steward, my Leige. I cannot sleep," said Saleth.

"You have been taxed beyond your limit and need rest. The other healers will attend to the Captain, I shall make certain of it."
When Saleth hesitated still, Aragorn handed him the tea. "That was not a request, Master Healer, or do you wish to stir the ire of your King?" Aragorn smiled. Seeing that there was no recourse but to relent to the King's wished, Saleth drank the tea.
He lie back on the bed nearest him and slowly closed his eyes.

"My King, I am sorry," he murmurred.

"No need, my friend you are a good man and healer. You have done no wrong. Now rest." Aragorn covered the healer and left the room, walking towards where Faramir had been taken.

Gandalf was watching and chatting lightly to Faramir as a healer stitched the wound. Faramir, however, was not in a chatting mood. He lay on the bed looking at the ceiling.

"After you have seen to his wounds you may wish to give him a tonic for sleep," said Aragorn.

"My King, is that really necessary?" Faramir said grumpily. Gandalf chuckled.

"Yes, it is, my friend. Otherwise I will have to place two guards...guards that are needed in the search...by your bed to keep you in place," Aragorn smiled. "The Master Healer is resting. You will care for the Captain in his stead," said Aragorn to the healer.
"Yes, my Lord. I am gladdened that you were able to coerce the Master Healer to sleep. We have tried but he had refused, insisting he was needed here," replied the healer.

"Coerced... hmm, yes, I guess I did coerce him. In any event, you are in charge until he awakens."

"Thank you my Lord."

Gandalf and Aragorn turned to leave.
"But you can not just leave me here. I need to help with the search," whined Faramir.

"What are you orders, Second Master Healer?" asked Aragorn.

"To finish dressing the Steward's wound and then give him a tonic so he may sleep," recounted the healer.

"Correct. Sorry, my friend, but not this time. Worry not, I will let you know when we find him. Sleep well, my friend," Aragorn smiled. Gandalf gave Faramir a look of 'there is nothing I can do', and then they both turned and left the room.

to be continued