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A/N: This is my first fanfic, and I don't really know if I'm doing another. Let's just see how this one turns out.
"Frodo, you need to wake up. It's almost time for first breakfast." Primula Brandybuck-Baggins sat on her son's bed and watched his blue eyes flicker open. Primula loved her son dearly.
"What are we having today, Mummy?" 12-year-old Frodo sat up. "I'm hungry."
"Be careful hone. You just go over a nasty cold. The doctor said you were fine now." Primula led her son down to the dining room, where the table was laden with food.
~*~
Primula and Drogo kissed there soon good night and pulled the covers up to his chin. They left the room quietly.
"What do you say for a moonlit boat ride on the Brandywine, dear" Primula loved water.
"You know I can swim." Drogo though water was less than good.
"You know how sturdy the boats are. And don't worry. I can swim. "If only Primula's skill would have saved them, but water was a fickle thing
~*~
Frodo woke to a persistent knock on his bedroom door His door open slowly and he saw Saradoc, Esmerelda, and various other relatives. It was obvious all of them had been crying.
"Frodo, we're sorry to have to tell you this, but your parents...are dead."
Frodo paled. "Dead? How can they be dead? There we fine yesterday. Maybe this was all a joke?
Esmerelda sat down on Frodo's bed. "They went boating on the Brandywine last night and the current was too strong for them. It tipped their boat over. Frodo, we're all sorry for you. You may come to Brandy Hall to live. Saradoc and I will take care of you."
Frodo lay back down. He couldn't understand. Why would his dad go boating? He hated water. His relatives were crowding him. He wanted to be alone, but didn't trust his voice to tell them to get out. Why me? Why did it have to be my parents that went boating, of all things? Dad couldn't swim. Why did Mom let him go? He drew his knees up to his chin and laid his head on them. Dead? There was such a horrible finality to that word. Dead? Slowly everybody left the room. Frodo still couldn't get over the fact that his parent's were dead. He'd never seen them again.
Frodo slowly changed out if his nightclothes. He would go down to the river and see for himself.
~*~
Down at the river, Frodo saw a wrecked boat and a dead body. His dad. Dead. Where was his Mom? Suddenly a hobbit came up from underwater holding a body. There she was. Frodo chocked on a sob and ran away.
~*~
Two days later was the funeral. Frodo hadn't wanted to go, but Aunt Esmerelda and Uncle Saradoc made him. It wasn't that he didn't care; he just didn't want to embarrass himself in front of all his relatives. Everybody had come, even the Sackville-Bagginses. The Brandy Hall funeral dinners were infamous. After the service, Frodo went with Esmerelda and Saradoc to that the guests for coming.
As Lobelia and Otho Sackville-Baggins went by, Frodo heard them whisper, "There he is...the Brandybuck orphan. What was Drogo thinking?"
Frodo turned and ran away. Bilbo, his Uncle, noticed and ran after him. At first Bilbo couldn't find him, but at last he saw Frodo sitting under a tree, crying. Frodo was Bilbo's eldest and favorite cousin, but because of the 78-year difference in their ages, Bilbo preferred to call Frodo his nephew.
Bilbo sat down beside Frodo and wrapped his arm around Frodo's shoulders. Frodo tried to squirm away, but Bilbo just hung on tighter. "What do you want?" Frodo's voice was broken and harsh.
"Just let it out, Frodo-lad. Don't be ashamed. I understand." Bilbo's voice was as soft and reassuring as he could make it.
Frodo stood up. "How could you possibly understand? Your parents were still alive when you turned 13!" Frodo ran further away. Bilbo sighed and got up. I am really getting too old for this. Panting, Bilbo finally found Frodo underneath another tree. Seeing Bilbo, Frodo got up and ran away again. Spying a tree with low branches, Frodo began to climb. Once about two- thirds up, he pulled out a locked containing his parent's pictures. Looking at them, he began to cry and soon fell asleep.
Bilbo finally found Frodo and hour later. He stood at the tree trunk, hands on his hips, and shouted up, "Frodo Baggins, get down here now and come back with me to Brandy Hall."
Frodo, hearing his name, opened his eyes and tried to roll over. The branch he was on wasn't that wide, and Frodo fell, getting hit by other branches on his way down. He finally hit the ground and saw Bilbo. He lifted his head and Bilbo seemed to swim before his eyes. "Well, I came down." Then his head fell back as he fainted.
~*~
And hour and a half later, Bilbo staggered into Brandy Hall carrying Frodo. Bilbo saw Saradoc in the library and carefully laid Frodo down in one of the chairs. Frodo stirred slightly, but did not wake.
Saradoc looked up. "Bilbo, what happened?"
Bilbo sighed before answering. "He fell asleep in a tree. I surprised him and woke him up and he fell down." Both hobbits looked at Frodo. "I hob he didn't break anything."
"Don't worry, Bilbo. We'll call in the doctor to check."
~*~
The doctor came shortly. Frodo still hadn't woken. As the doctor was checking him, he asked Bilbo questions. "About how long ago did this happen?"
"About 90 minutes, sir."
"How high up was he when he fell?"
"About 33 feet."
"How did he get back here?"
"I carried him, sir."
As the doctor put pressure on Frodo's chest, he whimpered. He also whimpered when pressure was applied on his left arm and right ankle.
"He seems to have a sprained ankle, a broken wrist, and some fractured ribs. He'll have to stay in bed for a while. I need to wake him to check his head." The doctor gently shook Frodo, taking care not to jar his wrist or hurt his ribs. Frodo gasped as he awoke. The doctor steadied him. "It'll all right, little one. I just need to check you head."
"I just climbed out of a cotton wood tree, I was running from some honeybees. Drip-drying in the summer breeze, after jumping into Calico Creek. I was walking down an old dirt road, pas a field of hay that had just been mowed. I wish you'd just left me alone. I was almost home*"
Bilbo exclaimed, "Frodo, are you feeling all right? You're speaking in rhyme."
Frodo looked at Bilbo. "Uncle Bilbo, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be back in Hobbiton, or at least on your way back?"
The doctor looked worried after Frodo spoke. He pulled Bilbo aside to talk. "I'm afraid this isn't good, Bilbo. He doesn't seem to remember what happened." The doctor turned back to Frodo. "Do you remember what happened, young one?
Frodo's face clouded. "Of course. My parents did and we had the funeral today. I ran away and I guess I fell asleep by a tree."
The doctor glanced at Bilbo as he knelt by Frodo. "You climbed up a tree, Frodo. You fell asleep up there. When you woke up, you fell out. You fell about 33 feet, lad."
"But why would I be up in a tree? I have no use to be up there."
"You were looking at your locket before you fell asleep. I guess you just wanted to be alone."
"Ah." Frodo did not remember anything Bilbo was talking about. He watched as the doctor pulled Bilbo aside to talk to him.
"He needs constant care. He has hit his head hard. He may develop a high fever. Keep him away from any illnesses. He body will be too weak to fight them off. Let him have plenty of rest. I understand you need to get back to Hobbiton. Who are his guardians?"
Bilbo thought. "I think Saradoc and Esmerelda had him placed under their care. You might want to talk to them." "Indeed I shall. I'll go now." The doctor left.
The doctor came back a few minutes later with Esmerelda and Saradoc. Esmerelda rushed straight to Frodo. Saradoc asked the doctor what they were to do for Frodo.
"Make sure he is never alone for more than twenty minutes. He temperature may go up and down rapidly. Do not be worried by this. Check the swelling around his wrist and ankle. You must not expose him to any illnesses. Keep pressure off his ribs; he's broken a new. Let him sleep as long as he needs. Feed him as often as you can."
Not mine either. This is the refrain from a song called 'Almost Home' that is sung by Craig Morgan. I was writing that part when it came on the radio and it just seemed to fit.
Review please! This story is just one I dug up from a long time ago. I was trying to show off my vocabulary and I'm afraid it seems stupid. Please tell me what you think.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, and I don't really know if I'm doing another. Let's just see how this one turns out.
"Frodo, you need to wake up. It's almost time for first breakfast." Primula Brandybuck-Baggins sat on her son's bed and watched his blue eyes flicker open. Primula loved her son dearly.
"What are we having today, Mummy?" 12-year-old Frodo sat up. "I'm hungry."
"Be careful hone. You just go over a nasty cold. The doctor said you were fine now." Primula led her son down to the dining room, where the table was laden with food.
~*~
Primula and Drogo kissed there soon good night and pulled the covers up to his chin. They left the room quietly.
"What do you say for a moonlit boat ride on the Brandywine, dear" Primula loved water.
"You know I can swim." Drogo though water was less than good.
"You know how sturdy the boats are. And don't worry. I can swim. "If only Primula's skill would have saved them, but water was a fickle thing
~*~
Frodo woke to a persistent knock on his bedroom door His door open slowly and he saw Saradoc, Esmerelda, and various other relatives. It was obvious all of them had been crying.
"Frodo, we're sorry to have to tell you this, but your parents...are dead."
Frodo paled. "Dead? How can they be dead? There we fine yesterday. Maybe this was all a joke?
Esmerelda sat down on Frodo's bed. "They went boating on the Brandywine last night and the current was too strong for them. It tipped their boat over. Frodo, we're all sorry for you. You may come to Brandy Hall to live. Saradoc and I will take care of you."
Frodo lay back down. He couldn't understand. Why would his dad go boating? He hated water. His relatives were crowding him. He wanted to be alone, but didn't trust his voice to tell them to get out. Why me? Why did it have to be my parents that went boating, of all things? Dad couldn't swim. Why did Mom let him go? He drew his knees up to his chin and laid his head on them. Dead? There was such a horrible finality to that word. Dead? Slowly everybody left the room. Frodo still couldn't get over the fact that his parent's were dead. He'd never seen them again.
Frodo slowly changed out if his nightclothes. He would go down to the river and see for himself.
~*~
Down at the river, Frodo saw a wrecked boat and a dead body. His dad. Dead. Where was his Mom? Suddenly a hobbit came up from underwater holding a body. There she was. Frodo chocked on a sob and ran away.
~*~
Two days later was the funeral. Frodo hadn't wanted to go, but Aunt Esmerelda and Uncle Saradoc made him. It wasn't that he didn't care; he just didn't want to embarrass himself in front of all his relatives. Everybody had come, even the Sackville-Bagginses. The Brandy Hall funeral dinners were infamous. After the service, Frodo went with Esmerelda and Saradoc to that the guests for coming.
As Lobelia and Otho Sackville-Baggins went by, Frodo heard them whisper, "There he is...the Brandybuck orphan. What was Drogo thinking?"
Frodo turned and ran away. Bilbo, his Uncle, noticed and ran after him. At first Bilbo couldn't find him, but at last he saw Frodo sitting under a tree, crying. Frodo was Bilbo's eldest and favorite cousin, but because of the 78-year difference in their ages, Bilbo preferred to call Frodo his nephew.
Bilbo sat down beside Frodo and wrapped his arm around Frodo's shoulders. Frodo tried to squirm away, but Bilbo just hung on tighter. "What do you want?" Frodo's voice was broken and harsh.
"Just let it out, Frodo-lad. Don't be ashamed. I understand." Bilbo's voice was as soft and reassuring as he could make it.
Frodo stood up. "How could you possibly understand? Your parents were still alive when you turned 13!" Frodo ran further away. Bilbo sighed and got up. I am really getting too old for this. Panting, Bilbo finally found Frodo underneath another tree. Seeing Bilbo, Frodo got up and ran away again. Spying a tree with low branches, Frodo began to climb. Once about two- thirds up, he pulled out a locked containing his parent's pictures. Looking at them, he began to cry and soon fell asleep.
Bilbo finally found Frodo and hour later. He stood at the tree trunk, hands on his hips, and shouted up, "Frodo Baggins, get down here now and come back with me to Brandy Hall."
Frodo, hearing his name, opened his eyes and tried to roll over. The branch he was on wasn't that wide, and Frodo fell, getting hit by other branches on his way down. He finally hit the ground and saw Bilbo. He lifted his head and Bilbo seemed to swim before his eyes. "Well, I came down." Then his head fell back as he fainted.
~*~
And hour and a half later, Bilbo staggered into Brandy Hall carrying Frodo. Bilbo saw Saradoc in the library and carefully laid Frodo down in one of the chairs. Frodo stirred slightly, but did not wake.
Saradoc looked up. "Bilbo, what happened?"
Bilbo sighed before answering. "He fell asleep in a tree. I surprised him and woke him up and he fell down." Both hobbits looked at Frodo. "I hob he didn't break anything."
"Don't worry, Bilbo. We'll call in the doctor to check."
~*~
The doctor came shortly. Frodo still hadn't woken. As the doctor was checking him, he asked Bilbo questions. "About how long ago did this happen?"
"About 90 minutes, sir."
"How high up was he when he fell?"
"About 33 feet."
"How did he get back here?"
"I carried him, sir."
As the doctor put pressure on Frodo's chest, he whimpered. He also whimpered when pressure was applied on his left arm and right ankle.
"He seems to have a sprained ankle, a broken wrist, and some fractured ribs. He'll have to stay in bed for a while. I need to wake him to check his head." The doctor gently shook Frodo, taking care not to jar his wrist or hurt his ribs. Frodo gasped as he awoke. The doctor steadied him. "It'll all right, little one. I just need to check you head."
"I just climbed out of a cotton wood tree, I was running from some honeybees. Drip-drying in the summer breeze, after jumping into Calico Creek. I was walking down an old dirt road, pas a field of hay that had just been mowed. I wish you'd just left me alone. I was almost home*"
Bilbo exclaimed, "Frodo, are you feeling all right? You're speaking in rhyme."
Frodo looked at Bilbo. "Uncle Bilbo, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be back in Hobbiton, or at least on your way back?"
The doctor looked worried after Frodo spoke. He pulled Bilbo aside to talk. "I'm afraid this isn't good, Bilbo. He doesn't seem to remember what happened." The doctor turned back to Frodo. "Do you remember what happened, young one?
Frodo's face clouded. "Of course. My parents did and we had the funeral today. I ran away and I guess I fell asleep by a tree."
The doctor glanced at Bilbo as he knelt by Frodo. "You climbed up a tree, Frodo. You fell asleep up there. When you woke up, you fell out. You fell about 33 feet, lad."
"But why would I be up in a tree? I have no use to be up there."
"You were looking at your locket before you fell asleep. I guess you just wanted to be alone."
"Ah." Frodo did not remember anything Bilbo was talking about. He watched as the doctor pulled Bilbo aside to talk to him.
"He needs constant care. He has hit his head hard. He may develop a high fever. Keep him away from any illnesses. He body will be too weak to fight them off. Let him have plenty of rest. I understand you need to get back to Hobbiton. Who are his guardians?"
Bilbo thought. "I think Saradoc and Esmerelda had him placed under their care. You might want to talk to them." "Indeed I shall. I'll go now." The doctor left.
The doctor came back a few minutes later with Esmerelda and Saradoc. Esmerelda rushed straight to Frodo. Saradoc asked the doctor what they were to do for Frodo.
"Make sure he is never alone for more than twenty minutes. He temperature may go up and down rapidly. Do not be worried by this. Check the swelling around his wrist and ankle. You must not expose him to any illnesses. Keep pressure off his ribs; he's broken a new. Let him sleep as long as he needs. Feed him as often as you can."
Not mine either. This is the refrain from a song called 'Almost Home' that is sung by Craig Morgan. I was writing that part when it came on the radio and it just seemed to fit.
Review please! This story is just one I dug up from a long time ago. I was trying to show off my vocabulary and I'm afraid it seems stupid. Please tell me what you think.
