The Scarf
By Robin Girl
Chapter 5
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Sorry about the long update. Oh and I lost Snowflakes.I can't find the papers anywhere. So once I find them I'll update. I feel so stupid. Anyways here is the next chapter for this story. ~~~
Few hours later Merry woke up. The haze that was once there from the Centas Mist was gone. He looked outside and saw it was dark. Just how long had they been sleeping anyway?
If he didn't wake Pippin up then they wouldn't be able to get him back to sleep later. "Sweet Heart, come on wake up."
Pippin groaned tiredly, the seven year old sat up. He sniffled with a runny nose and coughed. "Oh Sweetie.." Merry was afraid of this, Pip had gotten ill.
"Merry, I don't feel good."
"Come here." Merry opened his arms letting Pippin weakly crawl in. Instantly, one of Merry's hands went up to Pippin's forehead checking for a fever. "FRODO!" Merry called down the hall.
Five minutes later Frodo and Sam both emerged from the hallway. "Merry? What is it?"
Frodo saw Pippin's sick form shivering in Merry's arms. "Oh no! Pip honey, you've got something bad don't you?" Then he turned to Sam, "Go get a cool cloth for Pip."
"Yes, Mr. Frodo."
After Sam was gone, Frodo gathered Pippin in his arms so Merry could go to the bathroom.
"Where's Merry?" Pippin asked sleepily.
"He's using the bathroom."
"Oh.."
"Can you see alright now?" Frodo was hoping that the impaired vision was just a side affect and would wear off.
Pippin nodded weakly leaning on Frodo. Then his eyes widened. "Frodo.." "Yes?"
"Mom's going to be mad if I don't bring her the carrots she wanted."
"No she won't, you're sick." Frodo replied trying to sooth his cousin's fears.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am. Oh good." Frodo exclaimed when Sam came back in. "Let me see the cloth please."
Sam wet the cloth in the cold water then handed it to Frodo. In return Frodo placed it on Pippin's forehead holding the hobbit child still.
"That's cold Frodo. Can't you warm it up?"
"No goose, the point of the cloth is to try and bring down your fever."
"Do I have to stay in bed tomorrow?"
Frodo thought for a moment then smiled, "You have to stay inside." The Tweenager knew full well how hard it was to keep a seven year old occupied. Pippin was a worse case, they couldn't even keep him still when he wasn't sick.
"I can't go outside?"
"No, if you do, you're most likely to worsen."
"Does Merry have to say inside to?"
Oh this child was smart. Frodo had his work cut out for him. Merry would probably wouldn't go anywhere with out Pippin. Just the same though, he'd make sure.
"Frodo?" Pippin whispered weakly.
"Yes?"
"Can I go to sleep?"
"Of course, you need all the sleep you can get."
At that time Merry walked in. He yawned and stretched a little. "Sam told me it's almost dinner time."
"Merry are you feeling any better?" Frodo asked as he handed his little burden over to Merry.
Merry nodded, "I feel a little better." Then he checked his cousin over. "How are you botheran?"
Pippin gave a sick helpless look that told him everything. The Brandybuck chuckled and kissed Pippin's feverish brow. "My poor Pip. He's so sick he can't even smile."
Pippin's mouth tried not to smile but Merry's grin was contagious and a small smile crept over Pippin's face.
"Oh! I dare say I just saw one."
The seven-year-old giggle then started coughing. Tears formed in the little one's eyes as the coughs rattled through his tiny body. Merry held him close until they had subsided.
Pippin yawned and used Merry's chest as a pillow. "Hold me."
"Of course goose, what am I doing now?"
"Will you be wanting any dinner?" Frodo asked the duo.
Pippin shook his head his face turning pale. Merry didn't give a yes or no answer. That told Frodo that he'd be in the kitchen later if he could get Pippin to sleep. If he couldn't, then Frodo was not to worry.
"Alright."
After Frodo was gone Pippin was laid down on the huge feather bed. "Why did I have to get sick?"
Merry knew why but he didn't know how to explain it to a seven year old. Pippin was always going to be this way. His cousin didn't know that he was born prematurely and that his mother almost died having him. The healer wasn't even sure if Pippin was going to make it.
"You're little Pip. Little ones get ill a lot more than older hobbits."
"Oh." Merry watched as Pippin pouted and pulled the covers up, "That's not fair."
Merry laughed ruffling his cousin's hair. "It's alright, you'll grow out of it." He replied hoping that Pippin would. "Now go to sleep botheran. If you don't then you'll never get better."
"Ok."
"Good Night." Merry whispered. He stood to go down to the Kitchen when Pippin grabbed his arm. "Don't leave me." Merry sighed and shook his head. "Alright. Scoot over."
Pippin moved over and Merry slid in beside him. "You're a mess you know that?"
"I know."
"Well sleep now."
End Chapter 5
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There, I completed it. Now, I can go search for my other story. ~~~
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Sorry about the long update. Oh and I lost Snowflakes.I can't find the papers anywhere. So once I find them I'll update. I feel so stupid. Anyways here is the next chapter for this story. ~~~
Few hours later Merry woke up. The haze that was once there from the Centas Mist was gone. He looked outside and saw it was dark. Just how long had they been sleeping anyway?
If he didn't wake Pippin up then they wouldn't be able to get him back to sleep later. "Sweet Heart, come on wake up."
Pippin groaned tiredly, the seven year old sat up. He sniffled with a runny nose and coughed. "Oh Sweetie.." Merry was afraid of this, Pip had gotten ill.
"Merry, I don't feel good."
"Come here." Merry opened his arms letting Pippin weakly crawl in. Instantly, one of Merry's hands went up to Pippin's forehead checking for a fever. "FRODO!" Merry called down the hall.
Five minutes later Frodo and Sam both emerged from the hallway. "Merry? What is it?"
Frodo saw Pippin's sick form shivering in Merry's arms. "Oh no! Pip honey, you've got something bad don't you?" Then he turned to Sam, "Go get a cool cloth for Pip."
"Yes, Mr. Frodo."
After Sam was gone, Frodo gathered Pippin in his arms so Merry could go to the bathroom.
"Where's Merry?" Pippin asked sleepily.
"He's using the bathroom."
"Oh.."
"Can you see alright now?" Frodo was hoping that the impaired vision was just a side affect and would wear off.
Pippin nodded weakly leaning on Frodo. Then his eyes widened. "Frodo.." "Yes?"
"Mom's going to be mad if I don't bring her the carrots she wanted."
"No she won't, you're sick." Frodo replied trying to sooth his cousin's fears.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am. Oh good." Frodo exclaimed when Sam came back in. "Let me see the cloth please."
Sam wet the cloth in the cold water then handed it to Frodo. In return Frodo placed it on Pippin's forehead holding the hobbit child still.
"That's cold Frodo. Can't you warm it up?"
"No goose, the point of the cloth is to try and bring down your fever."
"Do I have to stay in bed tomorrow?"
Frodo thought for a moment then smiled, "You have to stay inside." The Tweenager knew full well how hard it was to keep a seven year old occupied. Pippin was a worse case, they couldn't even keep him still when he wasn't sick.
"I can't go outside?"
"No, if you do, you're most likely to worsen."
"Does Merry have to say inside to?"
Oh this child was smart. Frodo had his work cut out for him. Merry would probably wouldn't go anywhere with out Pippin. Just the same though, he'd make sure.
"Frodo?" Pippin whispered weakly.
"Yes?"
"Can I go to sleep?"
"Of course, you need all the sleep you can get."
At that time Merry walked in. He yawned and stretched a little. "Sam told me it's almost dinner time."
"Merry are you feeling any better?" Frodo asked as he handed his little burden over to Merry.
Merry nodded, "I feel a little better." Then he checked his cousin over. "How are you botheran?"
Pippin gave a sick helpless look that told him everything. The Brandybuck chuckled and kissed Pippin's feverish brow. "My poor Pip. He's so sick he can't even smile."
Pippin's mouth tried not to smile but Merry's grin was contagious and a small smile crept over Pippin's face.
"Oh! I dare say I just saw one."
The seven-year-old giggle then started coughing. Tears formed in the little one's eyes as the coughs rattled through his tiny body. Merry held him close until they had subsided.
Pippin yawned and used Merry's chest as a pillow. "Hold me."
"Of course goose, what am I doing now?"
"Will you be wanting any dinner?" Frodo asked the duo.
Pippin shook his head his face turning pale. Merry didn't give a yes or no answer. That told Frodo that he'd be in the kitchen later if he could get Pippin to sleep. If he couldn't, then Frodo was not to worry.
"Alright."
After Frodo was gone Pippin was laid down on the huge feather bed. "Why did I have to get sick?"
Merry knew why but he didn't know how to explain it to a seven year old. Pippin was always going to be this way. His cousin didn't know that he was born prematurely and that his mother almost died having him. The healer wasn't even sure if Pippin was going to make it.
"You're little Pip. Little ones get ill a lot more than older hobbits."
"Oh." Merry watched as Pippin pouted and pulled the covers up, "That's not fair."
Merry laughed ruffling his cousin's hair. "It's alright, you'll grow out of it." He replied hoping that Pippin would. "Now go to sleep botheran. If you don't then you'll never get better."
"Ok."
"Good Night." Merry whispered. He stood to go down to the Kitchen when Pippin grabbed his arm. "Don't leave me." Merry sighed and shook his head. "Alright. Scoot over."
Pippin moved over and Merry slid in beside him. "You're a mess you know that?"
"I know."
"Well sleep now."
End Chapter 5
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There, I completed it. Now, I can go search for my other story. ~~~