Chapter 11: Jason

Welcome back to Afterlife in the Shire. I have finished this fanfic. About three chapters to write.

Frodo awoke the next morning feeling absolutely horrible but he put on a brave face as best he could and went into the lounge to greet Saharah. She noticed immediately and got up and made him lay down on the couch while she got him a cup of tea and a cold compress as he was very warm. Frodo slipped into an uneasy sleep. He had a feeling that this was the end that Gandalf was talking about because of the Ring.

A bit later in the day Sam came knocking at the door. When Saharah answered he knew that Mr Frodo wasn't well. He was invited in and went straight to Frodo's side. 'Oh Mr Frodo. Are you ok?'

'I'm alright, Sam. Listen I need you to send a letter to Aragorn and Gandalf.'

'Alright, Mr Frodo.' Saharah left the room and Sam wrote down everything that Frodo told him to without asking questions. When Frodo had finished telling Sam what to write, he left to go find a hobbit that was trustworthy enough to send it to Gandalf the White and Aragorn son of Arathorn. Frodo lay on the couch for the rest of the day with Saharah attending to him as much as he didn't want her too.

The next day there came a knocking at the door. It was very early in the morning and Frodo knew that it wouldn't be Sam, Merry or Pippin so he got up quietly so as to not wake up Saharah and opened the door. To Frodo's surprise it was Gandalf and Aragorn.

'Hello, Frodo, this isn't too early is it?' Gandalf said peering into Bag End. It was dark in the hole. 'No not early at all. Please come in.' Frodo opened the door so that they could get in.

About half an hour later Saharah got up hearing the noises in the other room. She was bewildered at the sight of the Wizard and the man. They seemed so mysterious to her. She was astonished to find out that they were Frodo's friends. Gandalf bowed his hat at her and greeted her. Aragorn got out of his seat, bowed at Saharah, got down on one knee and kissed her hand. 'It is lovely to meet you, Miss Saharah. Please join us for breakfast.' Saharah went back to the spare bedroom and put on some clothes.

Meanwhile Gandalf, Aragorn and Frodo were discussing the letter. 'Gandalf, I think that what was meant to happen to me is happening a lot faster than you intended.' He took a sip of tea and a mouthful of toast with butter.

'I agree, Frodo. But I never had a precise time on when it would happen. I just thought it would be at least a few years from now.' Aragorn didn't say much but by the look on his face both Frodo and Gandalf guessed that he was cut up about Frodo dying. He accepted another slice of toast and cup of tea.

'So Frodo what have you been up to while I have been away?' Aragorn said after a lengthy silence.

'Oh, not much, Aragorn. I met Saharah just before you left and we have become quite good friends.'

'And how did Miss Saharah come to live with you in Bag End, Frodo?' Aragorn said.

Saharah answered. 'Well, Aragorn, I was living by myself in number two and Frodo and I had become good friends and he invited me to live with him in Bag End as he thought I was lonely so I accepted.' She took a sip of her tea.

There was a sudden quick noise on the green door that made Gandalf spill a bit of his tea. 'You know Gandalf, as a wizard you would think that wouldn't happen.' Frodo laughed as he got up and answered the door. It was Sam. He had a worried but excited look on his face. 'Mr Frodo, Miss Saharah! Rosie is due now. Please come!' He ran as fast as his little hobbit legs would to number three and burst in the door. When Gandalf, Aragorn, Saharah and Frodo had reached the bedroom of Rosie and Sam they saw that Rosie was screaming and was in a ton of pain. Sam went out into the kitchen and got a cold compress for Rosie. She was burning up big time and Sam didn't know what to do. He quietly asked Aragorn if he knew anything about fevers. Luckily he did and he gently walked up to Rosie, placed his hand on her warm forehead and began speaking elvish. This seemed to work and Rosie calmed down a bit but the pain was starting to get worse.

Gandalf had gone to fetch the doctor and wouldn't be back for a few hours. Sam had started to break down. Frodo was comforting him as best he could. The baby had come before the doctor had gotten to number three. The baby came out screaming, kicking and crying. A normal baby Saharah thought. She turned around and saw Frodo sitting on a seat with his eyes closed.

'Frodo, are you ok? You don't look so good.'

'His heart dropped. How was he supposed to tell the hobbit he loved he was going to die?

'I'm alright. I think I am coming down with something.' He looked at her in her green eyes.

'Maybe you should go back to Bag End?' She hugged him but had a worried look on her face.

'I can't leave Sam though.' He looked at Sam holding his baby. He got up. 'So have you thought of a name yet?'

'Me and Rosie thinks he looks like a Jason.' He handed the baby boy back to his mother. Saharah and Frodo peered over a little more. And they said together. 'Yes he does. Exactly like a Jason.' Sam shook Frodo's hand and kissed Saharah's cheek.

'Er, Sam, I'm not feeling to well, do you think I could go back home for a little rest? I'll be back soon.'

'Of course, Mr Frodo. You have no need to ask.' 'Frodo and Saharah walked back with linked arms to Bag End. Aragorn stayed behind to keep Sam and Rosie company.

Saharah helped Frodo onto the couch and got a pillow and a few blankets as he was starting to get very cold. He fell into an uneasy sleep.

Gandalf came back to number three with the doctor.

'Yes Jason, here is a very happy and healthy baby.' The doctor left after a little while.

About fifteen minutes later the door opened and closed. Everybody knew it was Frodo so they didn't get up but then they heard a loud crash. Everyone looked at each other and fled to the front door. They saw Frodo laying unconscious on the floor.