Disclaimer: In this story, I do not own the characters created by J.R.R Tolkien. I wish I did but I don't.
Summary: A friendship where you would lay your life down for your friends, is the type of friendship that Sam, Merry, and Pippin have with Frodo. A friendship such as this doesn't start just anywhere. This pre-LotR story shows how friendship and sacrifice go hand. This story takes place five years after Bilbo's departure from the Shire.
MBradford- It may take a couple of chapters for us to find out what is wrong with Merry, it may not. Stay tuned to find out. The pieces will start to fall into place. Yes poor Frodo is a failure at herbal tea making, but that is what Sam is for!
Obelia medusa- Thanks for your review. I have realized and plan to work on that my lack of background. That is just silly me assuming that people can read my mind. Pippin and Merry are just coming to check on Frodo. To see how things are going and just all around cousinly visit. I have pre-written most of the chapters and Bilbo will be talked about briefly in ch.6.
Midgette- We will find out in this chapter.
Ch. 2 Promises
Frodo looked to the bed. He saw that Merry was twisted around in the covers in an awkward manner and that there was sweat pouring down his face. He was tossing and turning in a restless sleep. Frodo ran to his side.
"Merry wake up!" Frodo said gently holding Merry's face between his delicate hands.
Merry opened his feverish eyes and groaned as he reached to touch his throbbing head.
"Help me, Frodo." Merry said miserably and weakly.
"I will Merry. I am going to get a healer. Stay where you are." Frodo said rushing to the door. He turned back to see Merry nod weakly then he was off. Frodo ran through the long halls of Bag End trying to push out all the thoughts that flew at him. Frodo wasn't frightened by Merry's sickness as much as he was afraid of the fact that his cousin was sick. Frodo had always had a tendency to become sick, but Merry was never ill and the only time he was ill it was serious.
Brandy Hall 1389
A tweenage Frodo cautiously peaked through the crack in the door of Merry's room. Merry's mother, Esmeralda Brandybuck, sitting by Merry's bed holding his hand. Frodo from where he was standing could only see a mop of chestnut curls on the pillow of the bed. Frodo wanted to take a closer look, but he could not risk getting discovered. The healer and Master of Buckland were talking quietly in the corner, just within Frodo's earshot.
By the look on Saradoc's face there discussion was obviously not a light discussion about Mrs. Bracegirdle's missing vegetables. Frodo forgetting the situation for a moment grinned to himself thinking about his and Merry's handy work of swiping the vegetables one week earlier. His reverie was cut short by the thought of Merry's name and he began to listen to the conversation.
"Dr. Chubb, I don't understand how Merry could have Pneumonia." said a concerned Saradoc.
"In severe cases, such as your son, what first started off as Influenza can progress into Pneumonia." said Dr. Chubb.
"What can we do?" Saradoc said trying to be as calm as possible.
"I have some medication that will lessen the pain and help him sleep, but of his lungs totally fill with liquid there is nothing we can do." Dr. Chubb said solemnly. "But do not lose hope. Merry is a strong lad I believe he could pull through.
Frodo was so overcome with grief, that he didn't hear the last thing that the healer said. The words "...lungs totally fill with liquid..." was playing over and over again in his head.
"Merry would drown." Frodo said to himself as tears poured freely down his face. "Just like my parents." He said as he bowed his head towards the ground. He could see a pool of tears collecting on the floor.
Resolution flowed over his limbs as he stepped in the small puddle and watched the water scatter. He lifted his head to look in Merry's direction and promised to himself,
"If he survives, then I promise on my life to do everything possible to keep him safe. I will sacrifice anything to keep him living!"
"And to that promise I still hold." said Frodo as reached the front door of Bag End.
TBC
A/N. This is my first Fanfic, so please read and review. Your opinions are important to me. I hope that I can improve with them.
Note I know this chapter was really really short. So please don't hurt me! I will update soon. I promise.
Summary: A friendship where you would lay your life down for your friends, is the type of friendship that Sam, Merry, and Pippin have with Frodo. A friendship such as this doesn't start just anywhere. This pre-LotR story shows how friendship and sacrifice go hand. This story takes place five years after Bilbo's departure from the Shire.
MBradford- It may take a couple of chapters for us to find out what is wrong with Merry, it may not. Stay tuned to find out. The pieces will start to fall into place. Yes poor Frodo is a failure at herbal tea making, but that is what Sam is for!
Obelia medusa- Thanks for your review. I have realized and plan to work on that my lack of background. That is just silly me assuming that people can read my mind. Pippin and Merry are just coming to check on Frodo. To see how things are going and just all around cousinly visit. I have pre-written most of the chapters and Bilbo will be talked about briefly in ch.6.
Midgette- We will find out in this chapter.
Ch. 2 Promises
Frodo looked to the bed. He saw that Merry was twisted around in the covers in an awkward manner and that there was sweat pouring down his face. He was tossing and turning in a restless sleep. Frodo ran to his side.
"Merry wake up!" Frodo said gently holding Merry's face between his delicate hands.
Merry opened his feverish eyes and groaned as he reached to touch his throbbing head.
"Help me, Frodo." Merry said miserably and weakly.
"I will Merry. I am going to get a healer. Stay where you are." Frodo said rushing to the door. He turned back to see Merry nod weakly then he was off. Frodo ran through the long halls of Bag End trying to push out all the thoughts that flew at him. Frodo wasn't frightened by Merry's sickness as much as he was afraid of the fact that his cousin was sick. Frodo had always had a tendency to become sick, but Merry was never ill and the only time he was ill it was serious.
Brandy Hall 1389
A tweenage Frodo cautiously peaked through the crack in the door of Merry's room. Merry's mother, Esmeralda Brandybuck, sitting by Merry's bed holding his hand. Frodo from where he was standing could only see a mop of chestnut curls on the pillow of the bed. Frodo wanted to take a closer look, but he could not risk getting discovered. The healer and Master of Buckland were talking quietly in the corner, just within Frodo's earshot.
By the look on Saradoc's face there discussion was obviously not a light discussion about Mrs. Bracegirdle's missing vegetables. Frodo forgetting the situation for a moment grinned to himself thinking about his and Merry's handy work of swiping the vegetables one week earlier. His reverie was cut short by the thought of Merry's name and he began to listen to the conversation.
"Dr. Chubb, I don't understand how Merry could have Pneumonia." said a concerned Saradoc.
"In severe cases, such as your son, what first started off as Influenza can progress into Pneumonia." said Dr. Chubb.
"What can we do?" Saradoc said trying to be as calm as possible.
"I have some medication that will lessen the pain and help him sleep, but of his lungs totally fill with liquid there is nothing we can do." Dr. Chubb said solemnly. "But do not lose hope. Merry is a strong lad I believe he could pull through.
Frodo was so overcome with grief, that he didn't hear the last thing that the healer said. The words "...lungs totally fill with liquid..." was playing over and over again in his head.
"Merry would drown." Frodo said to himself as tears poured freely down his face. "Just like my parents." He said as he bowed his head towards the ground. He could see a pool of tears collecting on the floor.
Resolution flowed over his limbs as he stepped in the small puddle and watched the water scatter. He lifted his head to look in Merry's direction and promised to himself,
"If he survives, then I promise on my life to do everything possible to keep him safe. I will sacrifice anything to keep him living!"
"And to that promise I still hold." said Frodo as reached the front door of Bag End.
TBC
A/N. This is my first Fanfic, so please read and review. Your opinions are important to me. I hope that I can improve with them.
Note I know this chapter was really really short. So please don't hurt me! I will update soon. I promise.