Title: The Price of Folly
Author: Breon Briarwood
Sumary: Frodo's had a rough night. This is his morning after.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never have, never will.
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pounding
throbbing
spinning
aching
muffled whispers
hushed voices
warm sun on face
gentle touch
searing pain
eyes open
eyes shut
light too bright
head pounding
retching
gentle voice
questioning
calling...
"Frodo?"
groan
"Frodo? Can you open your eyes for me?"
"No."
quiet laugh
"Open your eyes for me, Frodo. I have something that will relieve your pain."
"Death is my only relief."
"Come now, it's not that bad. You have survived worse."
head lifted
warm moisture on lips
swallow
swallow
swallow
gentle fingers
curls brushed back
stroking brow
cool cloth
soothing
soft voice
contrite
"I'm sorry Mr. Frodo. This is all my fault. I should've been watching you."
"S'not your fault."
"'Don't you leave him,' he told me, and I promised."
"Sam..."
"I shouldn't have left you."
"Sam..."
"And now look what's happened!"
"Sam."
"Why?"
knocking
commotion
familiar voices
loud
"I heard-"
"Did he really?"
"-too much to drink?"
feet padding on floor
snickers
restrained giggles
"Oh my."
"Beautiful."
"Never expected it of you."
"Had no idea."
"You should have told us."
"We'd have gone with."
eyes creak open
gritty
raw
sore
"What are you talking about?"
"This."
finger
poke
shoulder
pain
look
black
wound
black
ink
permanent
White
Tree
of
Gondor
"Oh"
end