A/N: I know it's been a while since I have updated this story. Thank you
to everyone who had R/R.
Ch. 9
With a new companion in tow, the band of hobbits continued their travels. After shaking off the minor scare, the journey seemed to be proceeding on schedule. Eleanor was happy to sit quietly in the cart with Stuart. She had taken one of her hair ribbons and tied it around his neck in a little bow. Gently rocking him back and forth, Eleanor pretended she was her baby, talking quietly and singing lullabies that her mother still sings to her.
"Mommy?" She asked one afternoon just after lunch.
"Yes, Hun?" Rosie answered as she climbed back into the drivers seat and took up the reins.
"Where are we going?" They had only been on the road to Rivendell for almost 2 weeks and this was the 5th time that Eleanor had asked this question. She is always so full of questions, Rosie thought to herself. Smiling at her young daughter, Rosie explained, once again, where they were going.
"We're going to Rivendell, to see King Elessar and the elves." She said. Eleanor's eyes lit up as they always did at the mention of elves.
"Elves!" Eleanor exclaimed, nearly dropping Stuart in excitement. Rosie couldn't help but laugh out loud. Just like her father, she thought. Since the day Eleanor was born, Sam had told her the same stories that Mr. Bilbo had told him when he was a lad. Tales of his travels through Mirkwood and encounters with the graceful Elves and tough Dwarves.
Rosie knew the stories as well, since Mr. Bilbo had told every generation of young hobbits of his adventures ever since he had returned. So it was interesting to Rosie that Sam had never told the parts concerning the creature Gollum. That had always been the most exciting part, with Mr. Bilbo and Gollum giving and guessing each others riddles in the darkness. And what of Bilbo's magic ring, which turned him invisible. She's sure Eleanor would love to hear about the ring!
He would also tell her about when HE got to meet the elves himself. When he had gone off with Mr. Frodo on some journey and did not return for an entire year! He would talk about Galadriel, Lady of Light, Queen Arwen Undomiel of Rivendell and her father, Lord Elrond.
There was something else Rosie noticed. Sam would only speak of their time in Rivendell and Lothlorien, but nothing of how they had got there or what had happened during that long journey. This had come to her attention before, but she had never though much of it. Perhaps she would ask Sam about it later.
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"You alright, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked as he pushed another piece of tomato onto Frodo's still full plate. He hadn't eaten anything since they had stopped for the evening. While the rest of the group was sitting around the fire, keeping warm against the cool autumn wind, Frodo had separated himself from them. With his back turned to the warmth of the fire, he slowly moved around the food on his plate with a fork, his eyes barely being able to focus on a single object.
"What? Oh, yes Sam. I'm fine." Frodo replied, only slightly lifting his head to acknowledge his friend. Sam, on instinct, sat down besides Frodo.
"But you're not fine, Mr. Frodo. You hardly touched your supper. Are you not feelin' well?" Frodo looked down again. He didn't want to remind Sam of the date. It was almost the 3 year anniversary of the stabbing on Weathertop. The symptoms always started about a week before the actual date, but this time, they had started much earlier. Frodo could feel his shoulder beginning to tingle again and his chest felt tight. Sam always worried about him too much. He had his own life and family now, and should have not waste his time worrying about an old hobbit and his problems.
"It...it's just my allergies. I always get like this in the forest." Frodo hoped he was convincing enough. "I think I'd rather just rest here for a bit. It's a bit crowded by the fire." He looked up at Sam, who sighed and hung his head. It seemed to have worked.
"If you say so, Mr. Frodo." Sam finally said, standing up and brushing the dead leaves from his trousers. "If you need anything at all, I'll be over with Rosie, alright?"
"Yes Sam." Frodo answered almost like a scolded child. "And thank you." He added as Sam turned and headed back towards the burning fire which warmed his family.
"Is Mr. Frodo alright?" Rosie asked as Sam took his seat next to her and put his plate down on the ground. Sam's eyes were full of concern, as they always were when it came to Frodo's well being.
"I don't really know." Sam admitted, looking down at his plate. Seeing Frodo in such a state made him suddenly loose his appetite.
A/N: I know It's short, but I should have Chapter 10 and 11 up within the next few days! I have Friday off of work so guess what I'll be doing?
Thanks for reading and look for updates! :: Aoura Maiden ::
Ch. 9
With a new companion in tow, the band of hobbits continued their travels. After shaking off the minor scare, the journey seemed to be proceeding on schedule. Eleanor was happy to sit quietly in the cart with Stuart. She had taken one of her hair ribbons and tied it around his neck in a little bow. Gently rocking him back and forth, Eleanor pretended she was her baby, talking quietly and singing lullabies that her mother still sings to her.
"Mommy?" She asked one afternoon just after lunch.
"Yes, Hun?" Rosie answered as she climbed back into the drivers seat and took up the reins.
"Where are we going?" They had only been on the road to Rivendell for almost 2 weeks and this was the 5th time that Eleanor had asked this question. She is always so full of questions, Rosie thought to herself. Smiling at her young daughter, Rosie explained, once again, where they were going.
"We're going to Rivendell, to see King Elessar and the elves." She said. Eleanor's eyes lit up as they always did at the mention of elves.
"Elves!" Eleanor exclaimed, nearly dropping Stuart in excitement. Rosie couldn't help but laugh out loud. Just like her father, she thought. Since the day Eleanor was born, Sam had told her the same stories that Mr. Bilbo had told him when he was a lad. Tales of his travels through Mirkwood and encounters with the graceful Elves and tough Dwarves.
Rosie knew the stories as well, since Mr. Bilbo had told every generation of young hobbits of his adventures ever since he had returned. So it was interesting to Rosie that Sam had never told the parts concerning the creature Gollum. That had always been the most exciting part, with Mr. Bilbo and Gollum giving and guessing each others riddles in the darkness. And what of Bilbo's magic ring, which turned him invisible. She's sure Eleanor would love to hear about the ring!
He would also tell her about when HE got to meet the elves himself. When he had gone off with Mr. Frodo on some journey and did not return for an entire year! He would talk about Galadriel, Lady of Light, Queen Arwen Undomiel of Rivendell and her father, Lord Elrond.
There was something else Rosie noticed. Sam would only speak of their time in Rivendell and Lothlorien, but nothing of how they had got there or what had happened during that long journey. This had come to her attention before, but she had never though much of it. Perhaps she would ask Sam about it later.
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"You alright, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked as he pushed another piece of tomato onto Frodo's still full plate. He hadn't eaten anything since they had stopped for the evening. While the rest of the group was sitting around the fire, keeping warm against the cool autumn wind, Frodo had separated himself from them. With his back turned to the warmth of the fire, he slowly moved around the food on his plate with a fork, his eyes barely being able to focus on a single object.
"What? Oh, yes Sam. I'm fine." Frodo replied, only slightly lifting his head to acknowledge his friend. Sam, on instinct, sat down besides Frodo.
"But you're not fine, Mr. Frodo. You hardly touched your supper. Are you not feelin' well?" Frodo looked down again. He didn't want to remind Sam of the date. It was almost the 3 year anniversary of the stabbing on Weathertop. The symptoms always started about a week before the actual date, but this time, they had started much earlier. Frodo could feel his shoulder beginning to tingle again and his chest felt tight. Sam always worried about him too much. He had his own life and family now, and should have not waste his time worrying about an old hobbit and his problems.
"It...it's just my allergies. I always get like this in the forest." Frodo hoped he was convincing enough. "I think I'd rather just rest here for a bit. It's a bit crowded by the fire." He looked up at Sam, who sighed and hung his head. It seemed to have worked.
"If you say so, Mr. Frodo." Sam finally said, standing up and brushing the dead leaves from his trousers. "If you need anything at all, I'll be over with Rosie, alright?"
"Yes Sam." Frodo answered almost like a scolded child. "And thank you." He added as Sam turned and headed back towards the burning fire which warmed his family.
"Is Mr. Frodo alright?" Rosie asked as Sam took his seat next to her and put his plate down on the ground. Sam's eyes were full of concern, as they always were when it came to Frodo's well being.
"I don't really know." Sam admitted, looking down at his plate. Seeing Frodo in such a state made him suddenly loose his appetite.
A/N: I know It's short, but I should have Chapter 10 and 11 up within the next few days! I have Friday off of work so guess what I'll be doing?
Thanks for reading and look for updates! :: Aoura Maiden ::