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. note: h/c, angst, no slash.
A/N: I am not a trained medical professional. Most of the medical descriptions in this story come from DiscoveryHealth.com, the 'Illness Bible'.
Ch. 3 Raindrops
Frodo opened the front door of Bag End and ran down the steps of the garden. He was so focused on getting to a healer that he nearly ran strait into Sam, who was innocently on his way to the back garden of Bag End.
"Oh Sam, I am so sorry." He said while stopping to catch his breath. "Merry is sick and I've got to get to a healer and I—"
"Sir, slow down before ye hurt your self." Said the always practical Sam. "You go back inside and wait with Mr. Merry and I'll go fetch a healer."
"Thank you so much, dearest Sam."
With that said, Sam started walking at a fast pace towards the nearest healer. Frodo went back to Merry's room only to find that his cousin had fallen back in to a fitful sleep. Frodo sat down next to Merry, murmuring soothing assurances into his ear. Frodo lightly dabbed Merry's fevered forehead with a cool cloth. Merry relaxed at the touch of the cool cloth and the melodic sound of Frodo's voice. Frodo smiled contently at his cousin's comfort in him. Just the fact that Merry knew and trusted Frodo's voice brought great comfort and care to both of the hobbit's. Their bond was a friendship that none could break or scatter.
Frodo's attention was suddenly directed to the door as saw the doorknob turn. In came Sam and a pretty hobbit lass. She looked to be in her later forties. Her golden curls were twisted up in a bun on the back of her head. She walked towards Frodo and extended her hand.
"Master Baggins, I am Dr. Lillian Bunce. Master Gamgee tells me that your cousin has taken ill."
Frodo was so focused on Merry and what Dr. Bunce was saying that he did not even notice Sam blush profusely when the Dr. Bunce addressed him as 'Master' Gamgee. Frodo shook her hand in return and said.
"Good Afternoon Dr. Bunce. Yes my cousin, Meriadoc Brandybuck, took ill this morning. I found him in his bed like he is now. He had just arrived from Buckland last night."
Dr. Bunce went over to her patient. "His pulse is normal, his breathing sounds fine, but he does have a fever. Nothing serious mind you, but it would be a good idea to make sure it doesn't get higher." She turned towards Merry and asked, "Master Brandybuck does your throat or head hurt?"
Merry opened his bleary eyes and looked towards her.
"My head hurts terribly." Said Merry miserably.
"Have you felt any more tired than you usually do, in the past couple of days?"
"Yes."
"Hmmm. Sounds to me like you might have the flu, Master Brandybuck. I can give you some instructions for making a tonic that will help your headache." She wrote down the tonic instructions and gave them to Frodo. "Other than that all I can prescribe is a lot of rest and relaxation. If you become a lot sicker in a couple of days, send word and I'll come back to check on you."
"Thank you so much for your help Dr. Bunce." Frodo said as he reached for in his pocket for some silver coins.
"There's no need for the Master Baggins, no charge." Dr. Bunce said. "I need to be on my way, I need to go visit Belba Boffin. The young lass has come down with a case of the Chicken Pox." She said as she walked towards the door.
"Thank you once again for your time, Dr. Bunce. Let me show you to the front door."
"Sam?" Merry said.
"Yes, Mr. Merry?"
"Would you mind helping Frodo make my pain tonic? Trust me herbs and Frodo don't mix well." Merry grimaced as he thought back to the 'herbal tea'.
Sam smirked, "Ay, I'll make sure 'e does it right."
"What is this I hear? I cannot believe that my loyal gardener and my ailing cousin are plotting against me." Frodo said dramatically as he walked back into the room. "Well come on Sam, lets get to work on Merry's tonic and lets make it as foul as possible."
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.
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. note: h/c, angst, no slash.
A/N: I am not a trained medical professional. Most of the medical descriptions in this story come from DiscoveryHealth.com, the 'Illness Bible'.
Ch. 3 Raindrops
Frodo opened the front door of Bag End and ran down the steps of the garden. He was so focused on getting to a healer that he nearly ran strait into Sam, who was innocently on his way to the back garden of Bag End.
"Oh Sam, I am so sorry." He said while stopping to catch his breath. "Merry is sick and I've got to get to a healer and I—"
"Sir, slow down before ye hurt your self." Said the always practical Sam. "You go back inside and wait with Mr. Merry and I'll go fetch a healer."
"Thank you so much, dearest Sam."
With that said, Sam started walking at a fast pace towards the nearest healer. Frodo went back to Merry's room only to find that his cousin had fallen back in to a fitful sleep. Frodo sat down next to Merry, murmuring soothing assurances into his ear. Frodo lightly dabbed Merry's fevered forehead with a cool cloth. Merry relaxed at the touch of the cool cloth and the melodic sound of Frodo's voice. Frodo smiled contently at his cousin's comfort in him. Just the fact that Merry knew and trusted Frodo's voice brought great comfort and care to both of the hobbit's. Their bond was a friendship that none could break or scatter.
Frodo's attention was suddenly directed to the door as saw the doorknob turn. In came Sam and a pretty hobbit lass. She looked to be in her later forties. Her golden curls were twisted up in a bun on the back of her head. She walked towards Frodo and extended her hand.
"Master Baggins, I am Dr. Lillian Bunce. Master Gamgee tells me that your cousin has taken ill."
Frodo was so focused on Merry and what Dr. Bunce was saying that he did not even notice Sam blush profusely when the Dr. Bunce addressed him as 'Master' Gamgee. Frodo shook her hand in return and said.
"Good Afternoon Dr. Bunce. Yes my cousin, Meriadoc Brandybuck, took ill this morning. I found him in his bed like he is now. He had just arrived from Buckland last night."
Dr. Bunce went over to her patient. "His pulse is normal, his breathing sounds fine, but he does have a fever. Nothing serious mind you, but it would be a good idea to make sure it doesn't get higher." She turned towards Merry and asked, "Master Brandybuck does your throat or head hurt?"
Merry opened his bleary eyes and looked towards her.
"My head hurts terribly." Said Merry miserably.
"Have you felt any more tired than you usually do, in the past couple of days?"
"Yes."
"Hmmm. Sounds to me like you might have the flu, Master Brandybuck. I can give you some instructions for making a tonic that will help your headache." She wrote down the tonic instructions and gave them to Frodo. "Other than that all I can prescribe is a lot of rest and relaxation. If you become a lot sicker in a couple of days, send word and I'll come back to check on you."
"Thank you so much for your help Dr. Bunce." Frodo said as he reached for in his pocket for some silver coins.
"There's no need for the Master Baggins, no charge." Dr. Bunce said. "I need to be on my way, I need to go visit Belba Boffin. The young lass has come down with a case of the Chicken Pox." She said as she walked towards the door.
"Thank you once again for your time, Dr. Bunce. Let me show you to the front door."
"Sam?" Merry said.
"Yes, Mr. Merry?"
"Would you mind helping Frodo make my pain tonic? Trust me herbs and Frodo don't mix well." Merry grimaced as he thought back to the 'herbal tea'.
Sam smirked, "Ay, I'll make sure 'e does it right."
"What is this I hear? I cannot believe that my loyal gardener and my ailing cousin are plotting against me." Frodo said dramatically as he walked back into the room. "Well come on Sam, lets get to work on Merry's tonic and lets make it as foul as possible."
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.