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'.
aelfgifu- I am glad you liked the story being added with the remedy making part. It was very fun to write. It was the only way I could think to make 'tonic making' interesting.
Obelia medusa- I am glad you liked my funny and angsty chapter. I do enjoy Frodo being ill myself and I guarantee that he is not going to get off that easily.
MBradford- Thank you so much for your review and your help. I greatly appreciate that you took time off of your story "Baggins of Hobbiton" and your other duties to beta my story.
Ailsa Joy- It means a lot to me that you like my writing, seeing as I greatly admire yours. I was a lurker who read many of your stories and other author's stories. Only recently have I decided to start reviewing and writing a story on my own.
Ch. 5
So It Begins
"Mr. Frodo wake up."
"Come on Frodo open your eyes."
Frodo slowly opened his deep blue orbs to see two very concerned and anxious faces looking down at him. "What happened?" He said weakly. "Merry why are you out of bed if you are still sick?" Frodo added with a somewhat confused tone.
"You fainted, sir." Sam said still leaning over Frodo in a protective manner.
"I what?" Frodo said as he tried to sit up. This resulted in a sudden onslaught of dizziness. Merry quickly caught Frodo's head before it fell back on to the cruel stone floor.
"Be careful cousin, you are not well."
"Neither are you, as I recall," Frodo said dimly.
"I believe that my illness has been temporarily cured by concern for my cousin's welfare. You gave both Sam and I quite a scare," Merry replied with a tinge of uneasiness.
"Beggin' your pardons sirs, but I think it'll be best if both of you get to bed and have a good night's sleep," Sam interjected in his best matter-of- fact voice.
"I think you're right Sam, although I hardly feel like moving all the way to my bedroom at the moment." Frodo said, wincing at the pain in his head.
"How about the spare bed next to Mr. Merry?" Sam suggested.
"That will work." Said Frodo as he slowly tried to get up again.
"Hold on now, Mr. Frodo, let me help you up. But what about yer clothes, sir?"
"I can deal with sleeping in my day clothes for one night, Sam." Frodo said with slight smile. After Sam helped both Frodo and Merry into their beds, Merry spoke. "Sam, thank you for putting up with us two invalids."
Sam smiled, "Not to worry. I'm glad I could help." Sam laughed slightly at seeing both Frodo and Merry's embarrassment at being treated like very young tweenagers. "I'll come back and check on both of ye tomorrow mornin'. Goodnight." Sam added as he walked out of the room.
~*~
The next morning Sam walked to Bag End as he had promised the night before.
He knocked once. No answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. He opened the door warily.
"Mr. Frodo. Mr. Mer-"
"Hullo Sam. It sure is a fine day today." Merry said cheery as ever.
Sam's nose detected the aroma of freshly made food coming from the kitchen. "Mr. Merry are you-"
"Cooking, yes! Eggs, bacon, sausages, fresh fruit and buttered toast. I must say Sam, that you grow some great strawberries." Merry informed him while eating some of the freshly washed strawberries.
Sam looked utterly confused. "I don't understand. Just yesterday you looked terribly ill, but now you look just-"
"Fine. I know it is very odd. I haven't figured out why I feel so much better and so energetic. I feel like my old self again," Merry said, smiling.
"What about Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked.
Merry's perpetual smile dimmed. "He is asleep and he still looks awfully pale. I was just about to go in and wake him to see if he wanted any breakfast." Merry's face brightened a little as he came up with an idea. "Do you think we should bring him some of that fresh apple cinnamon bread from the bakery? I haven't tasted bread that good since I shared a loaf of sourdough bread with Mosco Goodbody a few days ago."
~*~Bywater~*~
"Falstead, I just don't understand what is wrong with him. First he becomes ill, then he becomes perfectly fine overnight, and now he is twice as sick as he was in the first place."
"Prisca, my dear, our boy is a strong lad. He'll be just fine. Dr. Grubb will be here shortly and she'll know what is wrong with our son."
"I still have a bad feeling about this, and you know that my intuitions are never wrong," Prisca said in a confident tone.
"I don't believe that you are even talking about such rubbish superstition. What you are saying is just as good as willing something bad to happen," Falstead retorted.
"Fal, I am just saying-"
Prisca was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Falstead got up to answer it. "That must be Dr. Grubb. We'll talk about this later, dear."
Falstead opened the door. "Hello Dr. Grubb, please come in."
"Good Morning, Mr. And Mrs. Goodbody, how is young Mosco faring?"
~*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'.
aelfgifu- I am glad you liked the story being added with the remedy making part. It was very fun to write. It was the only way I could think to make 'tonic making' interesting.
Obelia medusa- I am glad you liked my funny and angsty chapter. I do enjoy Frodo being ill myself and I guarantee that he is not going to get off that easily.
MBradford- Thank you so much for your review and your help. I greatly appreciate that you took time off of your story "Baggins of Hobbiton" and your other duties to beta my story.
Ailsa Joy- It means a lot to me that you like my writing, seeing as I greatly admire yours. I was a lurker who read many of your stories and other author's stories. Only recently have I decided to start reviewing and writing a story on my own.
Ch. 5
So It Begins
"Mr. Frodo wake up."
"Come on Frodo open your eyes."
Frodo slowly opened his deep blue orbs to see two very concerned and anxious faces looking down at him. "What happened?" He said weakly. "Merry why are you out of bed if you are still sick?" Frodo added with a somewhat confused tone.
"You fainted, sir." Sam said still leaning over Frodo in a protective manner.
"I what?" Frodo said as he tried to sit up. This resulted in a sudden onslaught of dizziness. Merry quickly caught Frodo's head before it fell back on to the cruel stone floor.
"Be careful cousin, you are not well."
"Neither are you, as I recall," Frodo said dimly.
"I believe that my illness has been temporarily cured by concern for my cousin's welfare. You gave both Sam and I quite a scare," Merry replied with a tinge of uneasiness.
"Beggin' your pardons sirs, but I think it'll be best if both of you get to bed and have a good night's sleep," Sam interjected in his best matter-of- fact voice.
"I think you're right Sam, although I hardly feel like moving all the way to my bedroom at the moment." Frodo said, wincing at the pain in his head.
"How about the spare bed next to Mr. Merry?" Sam suggested.
"That will work." Said Frodo as he slowly tried to get up again.
"Hold on now, Mr. Frodo, let me help you up. But what about yer clothes, sir?"
"I can deal with sleeping in my day clothes for one night, Sam." Frodo said with slight smile. After Sam helped both Frodo and Merry into their beds, Merry spoke. "Sam, thank you for putting up with us two invalids."
Sam smiled, "Not to worry. I'm glad I could help." Sam laughed slightly at seeing both Frodo and Merry's embarrassment at being treated like very young tweenagers. "I'll come back and check on both of ye tomorrow mornin'. Goodnight." Sam added as he walked out of the room.
~*~
The next morning Sam walked to Bag End as he had promised the night before.
He knocked once. No answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. He opened the door warily.
"Mr. Frodo. Mr. Mer-"
"Hullo Sam. It sure is a fine day today." Merry said cheery as ever.
Sam's nose detected the aroma of freshly made food coming from the kitchen. "Mr. Merry are you-"
"Cooking, yes! Eggs, bacon, sausages, fresh fruit and buttered toast. I must say Sam, that you grow some great strawberries." Merry informed him while eating some of the freshly washed strawberries.
Sam looked utterly confused. "I don't understand. Just yesterday you looked terribly ill, but now you look just-"
"Fine. I know it is very odd. I haven't figured out why I feel so much better and so energetic. I feel like my old self again," Merry said, smiling.
"What about Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked.
Merry's perpetual smile dimmed. "He is asleep and he still looks awfully pale. I was just about to go in and wake him to see if he wanted any breakfast." Merry's face brightened a little as he came up with an idea. "Do you think we should bring him some of that fresh apple cinnamon bread from the bakery? I haven't tasted bread that good since I shared a loaf of sourdough bread with Mosco Goodbody a few days ago."
~*~Bywater~*~
"Falstead, I just don't understand what is wrong with him. First he becomes ill, then he becomes perfectly fine overnight, and now he is twice as sick as he was in the first place."
"Prisca, my dear, our boy is a strong lad. He'll be just fine. Dr. Grubb will be here shortly and she'll know what is wrong with our son."
"I still have a bad feeling about this, and you know that my intuitions are never wrong," Prisca said in a confident tone.
"I don't believe that you are even talking about such rubbish superstition. What you are saying is just as good as willing something bad to happen," Falstead retorted.
"Fal, I am just saying-"
Prisca was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Falstead got up to answer it. "That must be Dr. Grubb. We'll talk about this later, dear."
Falstead opened the door. "Hello Dr. Grubb, please come in."
"Good Morning, Mr. And Mrs. Goodbody, how is young Mosco faring?"
~*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