:I own nothing of the most wonderful J.R.R. Tolkiens characters or story's.:
Frodo fluttered his eyes open. "Is it really morning already?" He sat up and his head started pounding. He flung his hand to his forehead and creased his eye brow together. "God this headache is to much." Frodo glanced out his bedroom window and saw snow falling. "When will it stop snowing..." Frodo crawled out of bed and a couple of ale bottles fell out of his bed. "What...I don't remember..." He scooted out of his room and made his way to the kitchen. The bag end was dead silent. He stared shaking. "Where are my uncles? Is anybody here?" Frodo could feel panic creep up on him. He gripped his sholder, at the cut wound that would never heal. It was burning. He fell on his knees. "I need to drink something, fast!" Scurrying to the cabinet, he swung it open and one lonely bottle of ale was resting at the bottom of the cabinet. Frodo snatched it, broke it open with his hands, and gulped it down. Once it was empty, it fell on the ground. "Much better..." The burning died down. A sleeping spell was cast upon poor Frodo. His eyes starting to drift. "What did happen yesterday?" Frodo blanked out.
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Snow fell from the sky. Falling ever so lightly and just grazing the ground. It was a very peaceful snowy day. Sam and Frodo were walking to the pier. Sam wanted to try ice fishing. Sam didn't have a lot of friends, so he asked Frodo to keep him company. No visitors at the pond today. The hobbits walked across the bored walk. It made all sorts of noises. That made Frodo a bit anxious. They made it to the edge. Sam pulled out his knife so he could make an incision into the ice. There was already a hole there. "Looks like I got some luck today." They sat down. Sam whipped out his fish gear, and placed the hook into the water. A wind caught Frodo and he crossed his arms over his chest. Sam's jacket was nudging Frodo's side. "Take it Mr Frodo."
"No thanks Sam I'm fine, your going to be cold if you don't wear it."
"I was the one who asked you to come here in this cold.'
"Well it was my choice. Please keep it." Frodo could see wind burns already on Sam's face.
Sam looked at the ground. "Fine." Frodo took the jacket and rapped it around Sams body. The sudden warmth made Sam flush and purr like a kitten.
It was silent again. Sam was staring at his pole, hoping it would wiggle around. Frodo was hypnotized to the open ice hole. The water seemed to be getting closer and closer. Frodo was getting scared. The water was pulling him in. A hand pushed Frodo back. "You were falling their for a minute. You have to be careful." Frodo sat himself into a field position. His face, petrified. "Are...are you scared of the water, Mr Frodo?"
"Yes I am Sam." He breathed heavily. Frodo covered his face with is hands and rocked slowly.
"If you don't mind me askin, what was the cause. You know, that made you so scared."
"It stared when my parents took me on a boat ride.I was 12 years old at the time. Primula Brandybuck and, Drogo Baggins are my parents. They were just drifting along the river. My father took his hands off the wheel so he could spend some time with my mother and I. The boat was very far from the town I use to live in. Gosh, I don't even remember the name of the town I lived in..."
Sam leaned over and brushed off some stray hairs. "It's ok, keep going."
"Anyways, we didn't know it but the boat was heading towards a sharp rock. The boat hit it head on and really broke that boat. We fell off. My mother yelled for me to swim straight and don't stop until I reach land. I did what she told me. I looked back...and...I didn't see the boat. I also didn't see my parents. I suddenly loss the ability to swim. Thrashing around in the water until I graded a piece of the boat. I cried so much, I passed out. Somehow, I did end up on land. But it was all woods. I just walked until I saw someone, anyone. A farmer spotted me walking through his potato field. I told him what happened. Then he got some hobbits to find out who my family was. A few days later I lived at a relatives house. 9 years later I was 21, then Bilbo adopted me, and here we are now."
"That's why you didn't jump in when I was drowning."
"...sorry..."
"No no no, it was better that you didn't jump in. But if I would have known what you have been through. I would have never tried to swim to you."
"Sam don't ever be sorry for what you did. If you never did, then we would not have had such an adventure as we did. I would have never been such good friends you. You are the best hobbit I have ever known."
Sam was astonished. He did not think of himself as such a great hobbit as Frodo described. He didn't believe Frodo back then, during the destroying of the ring period. When he wanted to have a whole book about him, and his story. Everything stopped, the pole was shaking in Sam's hands. "I got something!" He tugged on the pole. Frodo watching him with great fascination. Frodo blinked once. One second Sam was struggling with this fish. Half a second later he was gone.
"Sam...SAM!" Frodo jolted up. "SAM, SAM,SAAAMM!" Frodo's chest blew up with pain. The scar was on fire. Frodo's breath was caught in his throat. He fell onto the bored walk. The tears were streaming down his face. He glanced over the edge and saw Sam sitting up, rubbing his forehead. He landed on the hard ice.
Sam looked up and saw what state Frodo became. "Frodo!" He rushed over. Frodo passed out in front of him. Sam scooped him into his arms. He ran over to the bag end. He barged through the door. "Mr Bilbo!"
Bilbo and Thorin were sitting at the table, munching on some walnuts. Both stood up and ran over to Sam. "What happened to Frodo?!" Said Thorin.
"I think he had an episode."
Bilbo stared at Sam, wide eyed"How do you know about his episode's?"
"Frodo told me...well he told me why he's scared of the water...not so much the episodes. What's going to happen to him?"
"Nothing, we can take him from here." Thorin plucked Frodo out of Sam's arms.
Bilbo placed a concerned hand on Sam's shoulder. "He will be fine, just go on home."
Feeling defeated, he bowed his head. "Ok" he turned and walked out of the bag end.
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Frodo found himself in his bed. His uncles sitting by him. "How are you feeling?" Said Bilbo
"Crappy"
"At lease he still has his humor!" Exclaimed Thorin.
"My shoulder hurts, a lot."
"How so?"
"It...burns."
Bilbo looked over to Thorin. "I don't think we should leave him."
"If we get the medicine, think about how much better he would feel."
"Let me ask Frodo." Bilbo faced Frodo."Do you think you will be alright if Thorin and I took a small trip to get you some elf medical help?"
"I don't mind, I'll be fine."
"Alright then, we will be back" he pressed a kiss to his temple. Thorin walked over and kissed his nephews cheek. They gently closed his door. Frodo could hear the main door close, and he fell back to sleep.
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His eyes shot open. Frodo was soaked with sweat. "How long was I sleeping?" It was dark outside. "Not that long then." He went to get out of bed but a pulse of pain shot his shoulder. He gripped it. "Ngh" his mouth opened. "I 'm so thirsty" Frodo limped out of bed and into the kitchen. He opens the first thing that touched his hand. Food, next. More food,next. More food. The last cabinet, he opens it. 6 bottles of ale. "Finally!" Frodo lunged for one. Cracked it open, and drank it down. Once it was empty, he let it slip through his fingers. "Still thirsty." He opened the next one. By this time he seemed content. He went to go back into his room but stopped short. "I'll just grab some more and take them with me. Saves me a trip." Frodo bent down and scooped up a handful of ales. He walked back into his bedroom.
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Frodo laid against the cabinet door. His neck tilted to the side. He was snoring. A single tear fell down his cheek. A hand wiped it away. The contact with skin woke up Frodo. He blinked his eyes was crouched above him. "Sam" Frodo extended his arms and wrapped them around is neck. "Oh Sam, don't scare me like that." He buried his face into Sam's neck. He began to cry.
Sam wrapped an arm around Frodo's back. The other, petting his hair."shh shh shh, it's all right now. I wanted to see how you were."
"You came at the right time." Frodo said through his uncontrollable sobbing.
Sam continued to pet him, trying to calm him. He rested his face in Frodo's hair. "I guess I got to take care of you again hm?"
Frodo tightened his hug in response. His body felt light. He didn't feel so alone anymore. He had his Sam.