Frodo's Temper
Ch.4
( Pippin's)
Merry bursts into the door, shutting and locking it.
"Wh-ts w-o-g?" Asks a hazy Pippin as he watches Merry add more locks to the door.
"Frodo's gone completely insane!"
"What did you do to him?" Demands a worried Sam.
"Um… yeah… I pushed him a little over the edge."
" You did WHAT!
"I'm sorry Sam! I didn't mean to! Honest! This was NOT part of our plan! But now Frodo's after me! He's completely taken over by anger and almost cut my head off with his sword!"
There is a commotion outside the door.
"MERRY! I know you're hiding in there! Where the hell is my Sam! Get out here and face me right now! I'll break this door down if I have to!" Yells a flustered Frodo.
"You're in such big trouble Merry. How am I supposed to fix this?" Inquires Sam.
"Well, we don't have to worry about Pippin. He took care of himself and got himself drunk. He won't remember any of this by tomarrow. All I have to work with is a shot of morphine." A sly smile creeps across Merry's face.
"Don't even think about it! No way! Don't you DARE put Frodo to sleep! Don't you DARE!"
"I don't know why I didn't remember I had it until now." Merry undoes all the locks on the door, opens it and tackles Frodo. They wrestle each other for a while until Frodo's sword goes flying through the air so settle on the floor by Sam's feet inside. Frodo breaks loos and tries to run off but Merry tackles him a second time and they roll out of view of the doorway, into the darkness. The sound of two hobbits wrestling, finally end with a whimper of "Sam". Merry walks in 3 minutes later, a sleeping Frodo in his arms.
"Pippin, please cut Sam loose." Pippin does so very slowly so he doesn't make a mistake, with his state of mind being what it is. "Here Sam." Merry hands Frodo over. "He'll be out until noon tomarrow at least. I'm sorry I pushed him too far. I didn't mean to. I know I was mean to him by ruffing him up. I couldn't resist. He looks cute when he's flutered or ruff housed. He also looks kinda cute when he's sleeping." Merry looks longingly at Frodo's sleeping form. Sam tightens his grip on Frodo, not trusting Merry after what he put Frodo throught this night.
"We will not disturb you two for the rest of the week. I'll deliver Frodo's sword to you tomarrow. I'll keep Pippin away from you two as well. You have nothing to be on edge about." Merry Picks up Pippin and carries him into a different room as Sam leaves with Frodo.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Frodo. If I would've known what Merry and Pippin were plotting I would have tried to prevent the two of them. I tried to get to you. I really did." They arrive at Frodo's house and Sam brings Frodo in.
(Frodo's)
"Oh my goodness! Merry wasn't kidding when he said you attacked him. What a mess. It should be taken care of tomarrow." Sam brings Frodo to his bedroom and tucks him in. As Sam turns to leave he hears a whispering voice call him.
"What?" He looks at Frodo. "Is that you?"
"Sam."
"It is you! Merry said you'd be out till noon at least."
"I can't stay conscious for long. I tied to get to you."
"I know. I tried to come to you, but I failed. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault about what happened Sam. And you did not fail. You are here with me right now. Please don't leave me. Stay here with me, please."
"You don't have to ask me twice." Sam sits in bed next to Frodo. "I'm right here."
"Good." Frodo leans over and puts his head on Sam's shoulder. "Night. I love you Sam."
"Sleep well Frodo. I love you too." He loses consciousness.
