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.
Obelia medusa-
It is good that you haven't forgotten what happened in the end of chapter 6. Do not worry. The angst has not really even begun yet. Merry and Frodo have many not-so-pleasant things in store for them.
Alisa Joy-
I am so happy that you liked Sam in this chapter. I am trying really hard to get the character dialects right. I am trying to write the dialogue such that I don't have to say who is speaking every single time. I hope that my characterizations are ok.
MBradford- It seems like everyone really liked chapter 7. It is definitely one of my favorites, because I do like writing hobbity fluff. I think chapters like chapter 7 will really help the angsty parts be more moving. But we shall see!
Ch. 8
Cloudy Skies
"Frodo what in Middle Earth are you thinking? This amount of food isn't enough to feed half-a-hobbit, let alone the three of us! I'd hate to think how much food you make for your self. How could one possibly survive on such portions?" Said an exasperated Pippin.
Merry swallowed a bite of his roll and added, "That is exactly what I said to him earlier.
"Well Master Took, if my portions do not suit you and your stomach, then feel free to cook something else," Frodo defended as he finished his soup.
"I believe I will." Pippin said smugly,
Merry stood in the doorway, blocking Pippin's way to the kitchen. "Oh no you don't. Lets not have a repeat of the last time you cooked.
"What happened the last time he cooked?" Asked a curious Frodo.
"Pippin cooked muffins for dessert for both of our parents. Apparently he couldn't find any baking powder for the muffins, so he substituted another white powder for it. Would you believe that the one substitute he picks is Ipecac powder?"
"An honest mistake." Pippin said defensively.
"And everyone who ate the muffins ended up, spending the entire night retching their stomachs out!"
"That sounds terribly vile." Frodo commented.
"It was." Grimaced Merry.
"Isn't it just great how you make one little mistake and people hold it against you forever!"
"Pip?"
"Yes Merry?"
"It happened last week."
"Oh. Well never mind then. Frodo can I please have some more food?"
"Of course Pippin. Lets go fix you up something."
After Frodo and Pippin left, Merry began to realize that something wasn't right, like the lingering smell of rain, after the storm is long gone. The dryness in his throat, the sweat on his brow, and the dull throbbing in his head all hinted at the fact that the storm had never really left. The room was spinning so fast that he didn't know what was up or what was down.
Twisting, twirling, spinning.
Twisting, twirling, spinning.
He tried to grab on to anything to make it stop.
Twisting, twirling, spinning, "stop it!", twisting, twirling, "please stop", spinning, twisting, "Merry?" twirling, spinning, "Pippin help me get him!", twisting, twirling, spinning, "Frodo grab his arm!" twisting, twirling, spinning, "Merry", twisting, twirling, spinning, 'stop'.
"Pippin help me get him to the couch!" Frodo yelled as he and Pippin carried their unconscious cousin to the couch.
"Merry can you hear me? Please wake up!" Pippin said, his eyes brimming with tears. "Frodo go get a healer."
Frodo took one last look at his cousins, before he ran out the door. Dr. Bunce's office was a mile or two down the road, and Frodo knew he had to get there fast. His heart was thumping loudly in his ears as he ran down the dirt road. He felt sweat creep through his skin to the surface of his brow. It was a hot summer day and he was no doubt getting odd stares left and right.
"Where in Middle Earth is 'Mad Baggins' off to so fast?" said a hobbit to his companion.
"Beats me. He's probably going to chase some of them elvish folk," laughed the companion.
On any other day Frodo would have come up with some clever rejoinder that would have them dumbfounded for days, but this was a day when he couldn't care less.
By the time he reached Dr. Bunce's office he was out of breath and sweating profusely. Dr. Bunce's assistant, Ms. Chubb, was horrified when she saw what state Frodo was in. One must remember that exercise in any form was rare sight to see among gentlehobbits.
"Master Baggins are you ill?"
"No.sick.healer." Said Frodo trying to catch his breath.
"Well I can see that you are sick and need a healer, but-"
"No. I need healer for. my cousin."
"But what about you?"
"I'm fine. I just ran from Bag End."
"You ran all the way here from Bag End?" Ms. Chubb said in an unbelieving tone.
Frodo who was tiring of Ms. Chubb's questionnaire, said in weary tone, "Where is Dr. Bunce?"
"She left for Bywater and left me in charge. She is going to assist some of the healers in the area. It seems that young Mosco Goodbody has passed away this afternoon."
~*TBC*~
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.
Obelia medusa-
It is good that you haven't forgotten what happened in the end of chapter 6. Do not worry. The angst has not really even begun yet. Merry and Frodo have many not-so-pleasant things in store for them.
Alisa Joy-
I am so happy that you liked Sam in this chapter. I am trying really hard to get the character dialects right. I am trying to write the dialogue such that I don't have to say who is speaking every single time. I hope that my characterizations are ok.
MBradford- It seems like everyone really liked chapter 7. It is definitely one of my favorites, because I do like writing hobbity fluff. I think chapters like chapter 7 will really help the angsty parts be more moving. But we shall see!
Ch. 8
Cloudy Skies
"Frodo what in Middle Earth are you thinking? This amount of food isn't enough to feed half-a-hobbit, let alone the three of us! I'd hate to think how much food you make for your self. How could one possibly survive on such portions?" Said an exasperated Pippin.
Merry swallowed a bite of his roll and added, "That is exactly what I said to him earlier.
"Well Master Took, if my portions do not suit you and your stomach, then feel free to cook something else," Frodo defended as he finished his soup.
"I believe I will." Pippin said smugly,
Merry stood in the doorway, blocking Pippin's way to the kitchen. "Oh no you don't. Lets not have a repeat of the last time you cooked.
"What happened the last time he cooked?" Asked a curious Frodo.
"Pippin cooked muffins for dessert for both of our parents. Apparently he couldn't find any baking powder for the muffins, so he substituted another white powder for it. Would you believe that the one substitute he picks is Ipecac powder?"
"An honest mistake." Pippin said defensively.
"And everyone who ate the muffins ended up, spending the entire night retching their stomachs out!"
"That sounds terribly vile." Frodo commented.
"It was." Grimaced Merry.
"Isn't it just great how you make one little mistake and people hold it against you forever!"
"Pip?"
"Yes Merry?"
"It happened last week."
"Oh. Well never mind then. Frodo can I please have some more food?"
"Of course Pippin. Lets go fix you up something."
After Frodo and Pippin left, Merry began to realize that something wasn't right, like the lingering smell of rain, after the storm is long gone. The dryness in his throat, the sweat on his brow, and the dull throbbing in his head all hinted at the fact that the storm had never really left. The room was spinning so fast that he didn't know what was up or what was down.
Twisting, twirling, spinning.
Twisting, twirling, spinning.
He tried to grab on to anything to make it stop.
Twisting, twirling, spinning, "stop it!", twisting, twirling, "please stop", spinning, twisting, "Merry?" twirling, spinning, "Pippin help me get him!", twisting, twirling, spinning, "Frodo grab his arm!" twisting, twirling, spinning, "Merry", twisting, twirling, spinning, 'stop'.
"Pippin help me get him to the couch!" Frodo yelled as he and Pippin carried their unconscious cousin to the couch.
"Merry can you hear me? Please wake up!" Pippin said, his eyes brimming with tears. "Frodo go get a healer."
Frodo took one last look at his cousins, before he ran out the door. Dr. Bunce's office was a mile or two down the road, and Frodo knew he had to get there fast. His heart was thumping loudly in his ears as he ran down the dirt road. He felt sweat creep through his skin to the surface of his brow. It was a hot summer day and he was no doubt getting odd stares left and right.
"Where in Middle Earth is 'Mad Baggins' off to so fast?" said a hobbit to his companion.
"Beats me. He's probably going to chase some of them elvish folk," laughed the companion.
On any other day Frodo would have come up with some clever rejoinder that would have them dumbfounded for days, but this was a day when he couldn't care less.
By the time he reached Dr. Bunce's office he was out of breath and sweating profusely. Dr. Bunce's assistant, Ms. Chubb, was horrified when she saw what state Frodo was in. One must remember that exercise in any form was rare sight to see among gentlehobbits.
"Master Baggins are you ill?"
"No.sick.healer." Said Frodo trying to catch his breath.
"Well I can see that you are sick and need a healer, but-"
"No. I need healer for. my cousin."
"But what about you?"
"I'm fine. I just ran from Bag End."
"You ran all the way here from Bag End?" Ms. Chubb said in an unbelieving tone.
Frodo who was tiring of Ms. Chubb's questionnaire, said in weary tone, "Where is Dr. Bunce?"
"She left for Bywater and left me in charge. She is going to assist some of the healers in the area. It seems that young Mosco Goodbody has passed away this afternoon."
~*TBC*~