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. 4 Dark Clouds
"So one of Farmer Maggots dogs is practically breathing down our necks
and both Merry and I are running as fast as we can. I start to notice
that Merry is beginning to slow down and worst of all he's dropping
all the vegetables-"
"Mr. Frodo what is the next ingredient?"
"Umm it's... chamomile. Anyways, so I realize that we are going to be
caught if we don't hide somewhere and get away from the dog. Sam,
don't forget the rosemary."
"Sorry, sir."
"Don't worry about it. Where was I?"
"You and Mr. Merry were going to hide from the dog."
"Thank you, Sam. I saw this tree about 50 feet away and I said to
Merry, 'Merry we need to climb that tree.' Then he says, 'Which
tree?' So I said- Sam do we have any Jasmine?"
"There is some over here on my right." Sam said.
"Thanks. So I said, 'It's the tree on the left.' Merry says, 'Which
tree is that?' I say, 'Considering there are only two trees in this
field, I am talking about the only tree there is on the left!' You
must understand that at this point I was becoming extremely
frustrated."
"How much water our we supposed to add, Mr. Frodo?"
"Let me see here. Umm. the instructions say to add one cup. Then
would you believe that the next thing Merry says is that he doesn't
remember which side was the left and which side was the right. I
couldn't very well show him, which side was left and which side was
right, because I was holding some of the vegetables also. Speaking of
vegetables how much of these clove leaves do we need to peel?"
"Two or Three." Said Sam.
"So I told him to just follow me. Once we got to the tree and I began
to climb it. I was almost safely up in the tree, when I looked to see
Merry desperately trying to get on the first branch of the tree. I
laid the vegetables down on a wide branch and began to climb down to
help him- Sam, should we mix the spices together before we put them in
the tonic?"
"What does it say on the instructions, sir?"
"It doesn't say." Frodo said as he read over the tonic instructions.
"Beggin' your pardon sir, but if it don't say to mix em', then don't
mix em'.
" Oh. What would I do with out you Sam?" Frodo said blushing out of
slight embarrassment.
"I just don't know, sir." Sam said grinning. "But do continue with
yer story."
"Well, I reached down and grabbed one of Merry's arms and started to
pull him up. Just at that second Farmer Maggot's dog bites on to
Merry's trouser-leg. It was a tug-a-war between the dog and me- Sam,
is the tonic done yet?"
"Yes, Mr. Frodo, I believe it is.'
"Lets bring it to Merry."
"Ok, but what happened with the dog?" Asked an anxious Sam.
"Well, I finally ended up winning, although poor Merry lost his right
trouser-leg in the process. Merry and I ended up staying in the tree
all night waiting for the dog to leave. By the time we got back to
Buckland we discovered that half the hobbits of Buckland were out
searching for us. Later when Uncle Saradoc and Aunt Esmeralda found
out that we had been at Farmer Maggots, they made Merry and I do extra
chores for a week." Frodo cleared his throat and said in a scholarly
voice, "And here ends the tale of Meriadoc's first of many raids of
Farmer Maggots crops."
Sam laughed and said, "That was a most wonderful story, Mr. Frodo."
"Thank you." Frodo said as they walked into Merry's room. "Hullo dear
cousin how are you feeling?"
"My head feels as if it were squashed by an Oliphant." Merry said as
he rubbed his head.
"This will help with that." Sam said, handing the tonic to Merry.
Merry grimaced as he drank the tonic for it was far from pleasant
tasting.
"Frodo what did you put in this? It is terribly foul." Merry after
not hear an answer looked up to Frodo. Frodo was becoming paler by
the second. "Frodo?"
"Mr. Frodo are you ok?" Sam said now also concerned by Frodo's
paleness and his unfocused and glossy-eyed stare.
Frodo turned towards Sam. "I feel a bit dizzy." Was the last thing he
said before slumping forward limply into Sam's arms.
*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. 4 Dark Clouds
"So one of Farmer Maggots dogs is practically breathing down our necks
and both Merry and I are running as fast as we can. I start to notice
that Merry is beginning to slow down and worst of all he's dropping
all the vegetables-"
"Mr. Frodo what is the next ingredient?"
"Umm it's... chamomile. Anyways, so I realize that we are going to be
caught if we don't hide somewhere and get away from the dog. Sam,
don't forget the rosemary."
"Sorry, sir."
"Don't worry about it. Where was I?"
"You and Mr. Merry were going to hide from the dog."
"Thank you, Sam. I saw this tree about 50 feet away and I said to
Merry, 'Merry we need to climb that tree.' Then he says, 'Which
tree?' So I said- Sam do we have any Jasmine?"
"There is some over here on my right." Sam said.
"Thanks. So I said, 'It's the tree on the left.' Merry says, 'Which
tree is that?' I say, 'Considering there are only two trees in this
field, I am talking about the only tree there is on the left!' You
must understand that at this point I was becoming extremely
frustrated."
"How much water our we supposed to add, Mr. Frodo?"
"Let me see here. Umm. the instructions say to add one cup. Then
would you believe that the next thing Merry says is that he doesn't
remember which side was the left and which side was the right. I
couldn't very well show him, which side was left and which side was
right, because I was holding some of the vegetables also. Speaking of
vegetables how much of these clove leaves do we need to peel?"
"Two or Three." Said Sam.
"So I told him to just follow me. Once we got to the tree and I began
to climb it. I was almost safely up in the tree, when I looked to see
Merry desperately trying to get on the first branch of the tree. I
laid the vegetables down on a wide branch and began to climb down to
help him- Sam, should we mix the spices together before we put them in
the tonic?"
"What does it say on the instructions, sir?"
"It doesn't say." Frodo said as he read over the tonic instructions.
"Beggin' your pardon sir, but if it don't say to mix em', then don't
mix em'.
" Oh. What would I do with out you Sam?" Frodo said blushing out of
slight embarrassment.
"I just don't know, sir." Sam said grinning. "But do continue with
yer story."
"Well, I reached down and grabbed one of Merry's arms and started to
pull him up. Just at that second Farmer Maggot's dog bites on to
Merry's trouser-leg. It was a tug-a-war between the dog and me- Sam,
is the tonic done yet?"
"Yes, Mr. Frodo, I believe it is.'
"Lets bring it to Merry."
"Ok, but what happened with the dog?" Asked an anxious Sam.
"Well, I finally ended up winning, although poor Merry lost his right
trouser-leg in the process. Merry and I ended up staying in the tree
all night waiting for the dog to leave. By the time we got back to
Buckland we discovered that half the hobbits of Buckland were out
searching for us. Later when Uncle Saradoc and Aunt Esmeralda found
out that we had been at Farmer Maggots, they made Merry and I do extra
chores for a week." Frodo cleared his throat and said in a scholarly
voice, "And here ends the tale of Meriadoc's first of many raids of
Farmer Maggots crops."
Sam laughed and said, "That was a most wonderful story, Mr. Frodo."
"Thank you." Frodo said as they walked into Merry's room. "Hullo dear
cousin how are you feeling?"
"My head feels as if it were squashed by an Oliphant." Merry said as
he rubbed his head.
"This will help with that." Sam said, handing the tonic to Merry.
Merry grimaced as he drank the tonic for it was far from pleasant
tasting.
"Frodo what did you put in this? It is terribly foul." Merry after
not hear an answer looked up to Frodo. Frodo was becoming paler by
the second. "Frodo?"
"Mr. Frodo are you ok?" Sam said now also concerned by Frodo's
paleness and his unfocused and glossy-eyed stare.
Frodo turned towards Sam. "I feel a bit dizzy." Was the last thing he
said before slumping forward limply into Sam's arms.
*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