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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.
Aemllia Rose- Lobelia's Sister will be coming up in chapter 13. For poor Frodo she will end up doing more damage than good. Poor little hobbits, I just wont give them a break. :::grins evilly::: Here's your update. I hope that the speed in which I updated it will make up for its shortness.
Alisa Joy- You are definitely right about the twist, it is very evil. There is no doubt you will see how far the line of friendship stretches. Dora Bracegirdle is steadily approaching, much to the distress and disliking of Frodo.
Iorhael- No, Ramora Fever does not really existed. It is just something that kind of popped in my head and it started making a life of it's own in my story. I mean it has a background and everything. That is fairly impressive for a made up disease. Wait and see what Dora will do in Ch. 13.
Birch Tree- Welcome! I am glad that you found my story. I hope that you will catch up soon and that you will enjoy what you read.
MBradford- So far I have only planned for them to meet up with Dora, but knowing how these stories tend to start a lives of their own you never really know what could happen. I do assure you though, that Dora is not much better than Lobelia is. It is hard to grow up with someone like Lobelia, without picking up some of their tendencies. Thank you once again for betaing and I am really looking forward to your new Bramblethorn fic!
Harper's Pixie- Welcome! I am glad you are enjoying the story. You are very intuitive about what is going to happen. You shall soon see what I am talking about.
lex-wood2005- Wow! I cannot believe you posted reviews for every chapter, after just finding my story. I am very touched by your words. I am sorry about your mischievous brother, hopefully with time he will grow to mature like our dear Frodo. BTW. Eru is a Middle Earth deity of sorts. Yes, I agree the rash is very heinous sounding. I am happy that you feel as if you were there while my story is happening. I hope that you will continue to enjoy my story. Watch out for those titanium splinters they can get you every time. Go ahead and 'commence' with reading the story.
Camellia Gamgee-Took I am pleased that you are enjoying my story. Yes the end of that chapter was a pretty awful cliffhanger. I just wanted to prepare you, because they will gradually become worse. Merry and the others are definitely in for a hard time. You like angst do you? Well if that is the case you picked the write story to read. You are just as evil as the rest of us hobbit sadists.
Ch. 12
A Warming of Hearts
Dr. Broadbelt did his best to hide the dread haunting him as Dr. Bolger spoke of Ramora Fever. Dr. Broadbelt was a prestigious healer who had obtained much experience throughout his years, but this situation and the implications of it reduced his confidence to that of a healer only just starting in the medical field. He knew that he and the other healers would have to turn their pride aside and lend their ears to Dr. Bolger, for this was a situation for which they were not fully prepared. Shaking away his thoughts, Dr. Broadbelt spoke once again to Dr. Bolger.
"Now knowing what we know about this disease, what can and should we do if we find that one of our patients has Ramora Fever and we have already quarantined him?"
"You must contact me immediately," Dr. Bolger replied with a sense of immediacy in his voice. "And if need be we will all gather again to discuss and find a solution to the problem. I jest not; this is no matter that we should feel safe about. I fear that our solutions are limited."
Dr. Bolger sat back down to relax his tense muscles as he finished speaking. Prompted by this action, Dr. Broadbelt rose to speak. "You have all heard what Dr. Bolger has said. Take that to heart, and hold it there. We all must immediately go back to our work and check for the symptoms of Ramora Fever. This will be your priority, put nothing before what I have said. If you are for some reason unable to reach Dr. Bolger, attempt to reach me instead. Remember, Ramora Fever is not passed through the air, therefore it is not overly contagious unless we fail to heed the warning signs. Tell all the healers in your area about what you have heard today. It is also imperative that word of Ramora Fever does not spread to the general public. The last thing we need is an upheaval on our hands.
~*Hobbiton*~
Merry opened his eyes to see three blurry figures sitting in front of him. He lifted his head slightly to focus on the scene before him. On further speculation Merry determined that the three figures were that of his cousins and Sam. First he looked at Pippin, who was staring of into a thought-engrossed oblivion. Merry only remembered seeing Pippin look like this twice in his life; once when his Aunt Ruby died and once when Merry had bet him an Apple Pie that he couldn't remain serious for one day. Merry looked at Sam and noticed that he also had the same facial expression as Pippin. Sam periodically looked down at his lap. Merry followed Sam's gaze and what he saw caused his heart to skip a beat. Frodo was lying in Sam's lap with his eyes closed and a very large gash on the side of his head. Fear struck him like lighting strikes a feeble tree on a warm summer night.
"Frodo!" said Merry in a panicked voice. Both Pippin and Sam jumped, as they were shaken from their reveries. Frodo's deep blue eyes popped open as he heard Merry's grief-stricken voice.
"Merry?" said Frodo as he attempted to get up on his shaky legs.
"Frodo?" Merry said again, but this time his voice was holding in a sob of relief.
Tears started falling freely down Merry's face as Frodo reached out to him. Frodo held him close for several minutes before drawing him back to get a clear look at his face. "What's wrong? Are you all right?"
Merry's eyes once again traveled from Pippin's to Sam's eyes and from Sam's to Frodo's eyes, and then finally rested on the gash on his dear cousin's head. Merry opened his mouth and with a shaky and uncertain voice said, "Did. did I do that to you?"
Frodo inhaled sharply and said, "It was just an accident, you were delirious and confused."
"I am sorry."
"Oh Merry, don't apologize. You didn't mean to and it doesn't even hurt that much."
"Liar." Merry said quietly with a slight smile.
Frodo sighed in relief and suppressed a small laugh. "You know me too well, dearest cousin."
Sam and Pippin's anxieties were flushed away as they watched the scene in front of them unfold. They moved closer to Frodo and Merry, completing the circle of friends, who, through thick and thin, would remain just that.
Ms. Chubb smiled at the heart-warming words that were being exchanged. She began to think to herself, 'Such devotion to one another is hard to come by. It is amazing how four hobbits of such different backgrounds can find common ground amongst one another. There is such a pure light in them of which I cannot completely reckon the source. I don't know why, but I think that this friendship has a purpose of greater importance than any of us can truly see'. Ms. Chubb nearly chuckled out loud at her own thoughts. How could four hobbits from the Shire ever do anything important for Middle Earth?
~*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.
Aemllia Rose- Lobelia's Sister will be coming up in chapter 13. For poor Frodo she will end up doing more damage than good. Poor little hobbits, I just wont give them a break. :::grins evilly::: Here's your update. I hope that the speed in which I updated it will make up for its shortness.
Alisa Joy- You are definitely right about the twist, it is very evil. There is no doubt you will see how far the line of friendship stretches. Dora Bracegirdle is steadily approaching, much to the distress and disliking of Frodo.
Iorhael- No, Ramora Fever does not really existed. It is just something that kind of popped in my head and it started making a life of it's own in my story. I mean it has a background and everything. That is fairly impressive for a made up disease. Wait and see what Dora will do in Ch. 13.
Birch Tree- Welcome! I am glad that you found my story. I hope that you will catch up soon and that you will enjoy what you read.
MBradford- So far I have only planned for them to meet up with Dora, but knowing how these stories tend to start a lives of their own you never really know what could happen. I do assure you though, that Dora is not much better than Lobelia is. It is hard to grow up with someone like Lobelia, without picking up some of their tendencies. Thank you once again for betaing and I am really looking forward to your new Bramblethorn fic!
Harper's Pixie- Welcome! I am glad you are enjoying the story. You are very intuitive about what is going to happen. You shall soon see what I am talking about.
lex-wood2005- Wow! I cannot believe you posted reviews for every chapter, after just finding my story. I am very touched by your words. I am sorry about your mischievous brother, hopefully with time he will grow to mature like our dear Frodo. BTW. Eru is a Middle Earth deity of sorts. Yes, I agree the rash is very heinous sounding. I am happy that you feel as if you were there while my story is happening. I hope that you will continue to enjoy my story. Watch out for those titanium splinters they can get you every time. Go ahead and 'commence' with reading the story.
Camellia Gamgee-Took I am pleased that you are enjoying my story. Yes the end of that chapter was a pretty awful cliffhanger. I just wanted to prepare you, because they will gradually become worse. Merry and the others are definitely in for a hard time. You like angst do you? Well if that is the case you picked the write story to read. You are just as evil as the rest of us hobbit sadists.
Ch. 12
A Warming of Hearts
Dr. Broadbelt did his best to hide the dread haunting him as Dr. Bolger spoke of Ramora Fever. Dr. Broadbelt was a prestigious healer who had obtained much experience throughout his years, but this situation and the implications of it reduced his confidence to that of a healer only just starting in the medical field. He knew that he and the other healers would have to turn their pride aside and lend their ears to Dr. Bolger, for this was a situation for which they were not fully prepared. Shaking away his thoughts, Dr. Broadbelt spoke once again to Dr. Bolger.
"Now knowing what we know about this disease, what can and should we do if we find that one of our patients has Ramora Fever and we have already quarantined him?"
"You must contact me immediately," Dr. Bolger replied with a sense of immediacy in his voice. "And if need be we will all gather again to discuss and find a solution to the problem. I jest not; this is no matter that we should feel safe about. I fear that our solutions are limited."
Dr. Bolger sat back down to relax his tense muscles as he finished speaking. Prompted by this action, Dr. Broadbelt rose to speak. "You have all heard what Dr. Bolger has said. Take that to heart, and hold it there. We all must immediately go back to our work and check for the symptoms of Ramora Fever. This will be your priority, put nothing before what I have said. If you are for some reason unable to reach Dr. Bolger, attempt to reach me instead. Remember, Ramora Fever is not passed through the air, therefore it is not overly contagious unless we fail to heed the warning signs. Tell all the healers in your area about what you have heard today. It is also imperative that word of Ramora Fever does not spread to the general public. The last thing we need is an upheaval on our hands.
~*Hobbiton*~
Merry opened his eyes to see three blurry figures sitting in front of him. He lifted his head slightly to focus on the scene before him. On further speculation Merry determined that the three figures were that of his cousins and Sam. First he looked at Pippin, who was staring of into a thought-engrossed oblivion. Merry only remembered seeing Pippin look like this twice in his life; once when his Aunt Ruby died and once when Merry had bet him an Apple Pie that he couldn't remain serious for one day. Merry looked at Sam and noticed that he also had the same facial expression as Pippin. Sam periodically looked down at his lap. Merry followed Sam's gaze and what he saw caused his heart to skip a beat. Frodo was lying in Sam's lap with his eyes closed and a very large gash on the side of his head. Fear struck him like lighting strikes a feeble tree on a warm summer night.
"Frodo!" said Merry in a panicked voice. Both Pippin and Sam jumped, as they were shaken from their reveries. Frodo's deep blue eyes popped open as he heard Merry's grief-stricken voice.
"Merry?" said Frodo as he attempted to get up on his shaky legs.
"Frodo?" Merry said again, but this time his voice was holding in a sob of relief.
Tears started falling freely down Merry's face as Frodo reached out to him. Frodo held him close for several minutes before drawing him back to get a clear look at his face. "What's wrong? Are you all right?"
Merry's eyes once again traveled from Pippin's to Sam's eyes and from Sam's to Frodo's eyes, and then finally rested on the gash on his dear cousin's head. Merry opened his mouth and with a shaky and uncertain voice said, "Did. did I do that to you?"
Frodo inhaled sharply and said, "It was just an accident, you were delirious and confused."
"I am sorry."
"Oh Merry, don't apologize. You didn't mean to and it doesn't even hurt that much."
"Liar." Merry said quietly with a slight smile.
Frodo sighed in relief and suppressed a small laugh. "You know me too well, dearest cousin."
Sam and Pippin's anxieties were flushed away as they watched the scene in front of them unfold. They moved closer to Frodo and Merry, completing the circle of friends, who, through thick and thin, would remain just that.
Ms. Chubb smiled at the heart-warming words that were being exchanged. She began to think to herself, 'Such devotion to one another is hard to come by. It is amazing how four hobbits of such different backgrounds can find common ground amongst one another. There is such a pure light in them of which I cannot completely reckon the source. I don't know why, but I think that this friendship has a purpose of greater importance than any of us can truly see'. Ms. Chubb nearly chuckled out loud at her own thoughts. How could four hobbits from the Shire ever do anything important for Middle Earth?
~*TBC*~