A/N ::laughs maniacally:: eh heh heh heh you think Frodo is back... You
don't know the sadistic, evil writer lurking inside of me do you. ::laughs
again:: Well tonight was opening night for the school play and I thought
that since I'm all hyped up any way I'd write another chapter. Enjoy.
::walks away laughing::
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Sam let out a loud breath and cried out. He ran to the bed, tripping and stumbling, blinded by tears. "Mr. Frodo! I can't believe it! Bless you! You're back!"
Sam did not get the reaction he wanted. Frodo's eyes widened in fright and he dodged under the covers in a wild panic. Sam stopped in his tracks and gripped the bed to keep himself from passing out, he felt very dizzy. Envin picked up Sam and Elrond pried Frodo from under the covers. Sam was sat on the chair and Frodo made a strangled sound in his throat to get far away from Elrond. Elrond let him go and the hobbit clutched the covers and trembled. He did not seem to know where he was or who he was with. He did not even seem capable of talking.
Sam watched from the chair where Envin handed him a cup of warmed water and bade him to sit still. For once Sam obeyed, knowing his wobbly legs could not support his weight anyway.
Elrond sat next to Sam and began to explain: "Sam I knew this would be difficult. This is still not your master. I don't know where Frodo truly went. I just gave him back his will. He is no longer subject to another's will. He can move how he wishes and even think. If he can think then he can learn, Sam. You can teach him to be Frodo again. Perhaps in time he'll remember. But before we would not have been able to get him back. The Ring broke his will Sam, he was under the sway of anyone or anything that wished to steer him. I suppose he didn't even have it at Mount Doom, did he?"
Sam swallowed his water, finally beginning to understand. "That's who it was. The Ring was steering him and without it he had nothing to control him."
Elrond nodded, "He was a puppet without a master."
"He did look like a doll." Sam glanced at his trembling master, eyes darting about the room wildly. "Like a little rag doll who's strings had been cut."
"Well now he has a will. And where there's a will, Sam, there's a way." Elrond smiled. "He'll find his way back I just had to give him a torch to go by. The dark isn't so scary when you have a light."
"But he seems so scared."
"He is. You have to teach him not to be. He is like a child. He has to learn now that he is capable of it."
Just then Emáten bounded into the tent. "Lord Elrond! The horses are getting riled. I believe they do not like the soldier's horses much. They refuse to go into the stables. We need you my lord."
Elrond sighed and came to his feet. "Remember, Samwise, keep hope and the dark will never overcome it." With that he bade farewell to Envin and hoped to see him again. Envin bowed low and blushed as the elflord left the tent, Emáten at his heals.
Envin breathed heavily and turned to the frightened creature on the bed. Sam got to his feet cautiously and approached slowly. Frodo was jerking his head around quickly darting his eyes from one part of the tent to another. They passed by Sam a few times before they finally came to rest on him and Frodo stood stock still like a coney knowing he's about to be pounced on. His fingers twitched on the covers preparing some wild attempt for escape.
Sam noticed the wild look in his eyes and stopped. He held up a hand to signal Envin to do the same. "Mr. Frodo?" Sam murmered lightly. The hobbit before him did not respond. He seemed to see everything as a threat. Sam lowered his head and bent his knees. He tried to appear as small as possible. This was still not enough for Frodo. The hobbit grunted and cleared his throat, squirming under the covers.
"Shh, Mr. Frodo." Sam held out his hands and Frodo glanced at them. He did not seem to care. "Please, Frodo, don't do this. It's Sam. Samwise. You know your Sam."
Envin stayed as still as possible but he doubted this. Sam should not have to be the one to confront Frodo like this. He did not know what it would do to the young hobbit's health both physically and mentally. Seeing his master like this could reverse all of Envin's hard work in healing Sam. But Sam seemed resolute now, strong and stern.
Frodo whimpered in protest and Sam halted again. Just then a thought struck Envin and he was about to step forward when he stopped himself. He whispered so that Sam could hear him. "Sam, sing to him!"
The gardener began low, his voice trembling but it grew as soft and gentle as the warm sun on daisies. Envin smiled, this must be what made flowers grow. Sam's voice reached Frodo's ears and they twitched as he tried to look away. The younger hobbit stood tall now and sang stronger.
In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
And swaying beeches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars forever dwell;
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.
Once the song had finished Frodo did not realise Sam had inched right next to him and reached out to his hand. Frodo drew away slowly eyeing Sam warily. Sam continued to hum soothingly pressing his hand against Frodo's. Those blue eyes seemed vacant now but still shining with fear. They darted down to the hand and he pressed back slightly. Just to try. It was different. To feel the warmth of some new creature. Sam climbed onto the bed and locked Frodo's gaze. "Please remember," he murmered, "Please come back." The hobbit before him did not seem to understand but a small smile tugged at the corner's of his lips. Sam tried to smile as well but then he was caught around his stomach in a grip he did not expect to be so strong and desperate. He looked down and saw a mass of messy curls pressed against his chest. He ran his hands through the soft curls and Frodo looked up at him with a smile.
"Do you remember me? You know your Sam now right?"
Frodo's eyes did not quite adjust on him nor did he give any signs of understanding. He pressed his ear against Sam's chest again. *What was that!? Such a strange sound!* //thump// //thump// *It was warm. He could not remember warmth.* Frodo sighed and let the heartbeat lull him to sleep. He liked this place better. Wherever he was it was much better than that cold, dark merciless room.
Sam pried the small hands from around his waist and leaned his master back into the pillows. The hobbit let out a slight sigh and curled up against the sheets. Sam felt tears sting his eyes and his throat constict. He tried to stay strong. He really tried but he feared that his own strength was draining now. How could this be?! The hobbit known for his wisdom, his kindness, his gentle heart and knowing eyes. The hobbit they had all called queer for taking such a strong interest in books and stars and everything that reached beyond the borders of their safe little homes. He seemed dead, lying there, save for the slight rise and fall of his chest. Sam ran a hand along his eyes and the tears felt hot and bitter. He was ready to turn around and flee. He was ready to start running and not stop until he reached the tallest hill where he could collapse and cry. He spun around but bumped right into Envin's stomach and settled for that. He burst into sobs and the healers patted his back and carried him back to the chair where he cried himself to sleep.
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Sam let out a loud breath and cried out. He ran to the bed, tripping and stumbling, blinded by tears. "Mr. Frodo! I can't believe it! Bless you! You're back!"
Sam did not get the reaction he wanted. Frodo's eyes widened in fright and he dodged under the covers in a wild panic. Sam stopped in his tracks and gripped the bed to keep himself from passing out, he felt very dizzy. Envin picked up Sam and Elrond pried Frodo from under the covers. Sam was sat on the chair and Frodo made a strangled sound in his throat to get far away from Elrond. Elrond let him go and the hobbit clutched the covers and trembled. He did not seem to know where he was or who he was with. He did not even seem capable of talking.
Sam watched from the chair where Envin handed him a cup of warmed water and bade him to sit still. For once Sam obeyed, knowing his wobbly legs could not support his weight anyway.
Elrond sat next to Sam and began to explain: "Sam I knew this would be difficult. This is still not your master. I don't know where Frodo truly went. I just gave him back his will. He is no longer subject to another's will. He can move how he wishes and even think. If he can think then he can learn, Sam. You can teach him to be Frodo again. Perhaps in time he'll remember. But before we would not have been able to get him back. The Ring broke his will Sam, he was under the sway of anyone or anything that wished to steer him. I suppose he didn't even have it at Mount Doom, did he?"
Sam swallowed his water, finally beginning to understand. "That's who it was. The Ring was steering him and without it he had nothing to control him."
Elrond nodded, "He was a puppet without a master."
"He did look like a doll." Sam glanced at his trembling master, eyes darting about the room wildly. "Like a little rag doll who's strings had been cut."
"Well now he has a will. And where there's a will, Sam, there's a way." Elrond smiled. "He'll find his way back I just had to give him a torch to go by. The dark isn't so scary when you have a light."
"But he seems so scared."
"He is. You have to teach him not to be. He is like a child. He has to learn now that he is capable of it."
Just then Emáten bounded into the tent. "Lord Elrond! The horses are getting riled. I believe they do not like the soldier's horses much. They refuse to go into the stables. We need you my lord."
Elrond sighed and came to his feet. "Remember, Samwise, keep hope and the dark will never overcome it." With that he bade farewell to Envin and hoped to see him again. Envin bowed low and blushed as the elflord left the tent, Emáten at his heals.
Envin breathed heavily and turned to the frightened creature on the bed. Sam got to his feet cautiously and approached slowly. Frodo was jerking his head around quickly darting his eyes from one part of the tent to another. They passed by Sam a few times before they finally came to rest on him and Frodo stood stock still like a coney knowing he's about to be pounced on. His fingers twitched on the covers preparing some wild attempt for escape.
Sam noticed the wild look in his eyes and stopped. He held up a hand to signal Envin to do the same. "Mr. Frodo?" Sam murmered lightly. The hobbit before him did not respond. He seemed to see everything as a threat. Sam lowered his head and bent his knees. He tried to appear as small as possible. This was still not enough for Frodo. The hobbit grunted and cleared his throat, squirming under the covers.
"Shh, Mr. Frodo." Sam held out his hands and Frodo glanced at them. He did not seem to care. "Please, Frodo, don't do this. It's Sam. Samwise. You know your Sam."
Envin stayed as still as possible but he doubted this. Sam should not have to be the one to confront Frodo like this. He did not know what it would do to the young hobbit's health both physically and mentally. Seeing his master like this could reverse all of Envin's hard work in healing Sam. But Sam seemed resolute now, strong and stern.
Frodo whimpered in protest and Sam halted again. Just then a thought struck Envin and he was about to step forward when he stopped himself. He whispered so that Sam could hear him. "Sam, sing to him!"
The gardener began low, his voice trembling but it grew as soft and gentle as the warm sun on daisies. Envin smiled, this must be what made flowers grow. Sam's voice reached Frodo's ears and they twitched as he tried to look away. The younger hobbit stood tall now and sang stronger.
In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
And swaying beeches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars forever dwell;
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.
Once the song had finished Frodo did not realise Sam had inched right next to him and reached out to his hand. Frodo drew away slowly eyeing Sam warily. Sam continued to hum soothingly pressing his hand against Frodo's. Those blue eyes seemed vacant now but still shining with fear. They darted down to the hand and he pressed back slightly. Just to try. It was different. To feel the warmth of some new creature. Sam climbed onto the bed and locked Frodo's gaze. "Please remember," he murmered, "Please come back." The hobbit before him did not seem to understand but a small smile tugged at the corner's of his lips. Sam tried to smile as well but then he was caught around his stomach in a grip he did not expect to be so strong and desperate. He looked down and saw a mass of messy curls pressed against his chest. He ran his hands through the soft curls and Frodo looked up at him with a smile.
"Do you remember me? You know your Sam now right?"
Frodo's eyes did not quite adjust on him nor did he give any signs of understanding. He pressed his ear against Sam's chest again. *What was that!? Such a strange sound!* //thump// //thump// *It was warm. He could not remember warmth.* Frodo sighed and let the heartbeat lull him to sleep. He liked this place better. Wherever he was it was much better than that cold, dark merciless room.
Sam pried the small hands from around his waist and leaned his master back into the pillows. The hobbit let out a slight sigh and curled up against the sheets. Sam felt tears sting his eyes and his throat constict. He tried to stay strong. He really tried but he feared that his own strength was draining now. How could this be?! The hobbit known for his wisdom, his kindness, his gentle heart and knowing eyes. The hobbit they had all called queer for taking such a strong interest in books and stars and everything that reached beyond the borders of their safe little homes. He seemed dead, lying there, save for the slight rise and fall of his chest. Sam ran a hand along his eyes and the tears felt hot and bitter. He was ready to turn around and flee. He was ready to start running and not stop until he reached the tallest hill where he could collapse and cry. He spun around but bumped right into Envin's stomach and settled for that. He burst into sobs and the healers patted his back and carried him back to the chair where he cried himself to sleep.