OMG, this is PERFECT. :D The best birthday fic EVER. I absolutely loved it - it's from my favourite time period, and it's my favourite subject! :D And presented in my favourite way, by one of the very best authors of all time!!! Thank you so, so much, sweetie. <3 Bless you!
A couple favourite moments...
"Frodo sat in one of the two armchairs by the fireplace, his preferred one to the right, closer to the bedroom door, with his feet up on a cushioned ottoman. He was wrapped in the soft, green blanket sent him via Gimli by their King and Queen, and over that the light comforter Pippin had sent him from Buckland, having sworn that he himself had chosen most of the down with which it was stuffed. Frodo had extra pillows about him, and even more pillows and cushions, most from the smial’s extra bedrooms, were to be seen in his bed. Lately Frodo had been most comfortable when he lay with his torso raised, which was a far cry from before the quest when he usually slept on his side. Sam was certain that this meant something, although he wasn’t sure he wanted to know precisely what."
"Frodo gave a thin laugh. “Where doesn’t it hurt, Sam? It is my shoulder the most, of course, though. It will ache so. But I just drank my tea, as a good little Hobbit ought to do. It is already better.”
“Are you certain as we ought t’leave first thing as we planned, Master? I mean, you won’t of had a full night’s sleep.”
“If we don’t leave first thing, will we leave at all, do you think, Sam?”
“But if we leave later in the day, perhaps….” After a moment, he said, “You’d feel so much better with proper rest, you know.”
Frodo was already shaking his head. “No, Sam, it is too late to keep thinking like that. I have been thinking so for far too long, and I have failed to get better. If we do not leave first thing as we have planned, I fear it will be too late for me to leave at all.” "
"Frodo gave a sigh, closed his eyes briefly as if he was thinking on something he did not wish to say aloud, laying his hand softly on Sam’s shoulder before he slipped under the sheets Sam had folded back so carefully, and laid himself back against the cushions. As Sam, one handed, carefully added the blanket and comforter Frodo had taken to the chair he murmured. “You are so much better than I am at building them up properly, Sam. Thank you so.” "
A couple favourite moments...
"Frodo sat in one of the two armchairs by the fireplace, his preferred one to the right, closer to the bedroom door, with his feet up on a cushioned ottoman. He was wrapped in the soft, green blanket sent him via Gimli by their King and Queen, and over that the light comforter Pippin had sent him from Buckland, having sworn that he himself had chosen most of the down with which it was stuffed. Frodo had extra pillows about him, and even more pillows and cushions, most from the smial’s extra bedrooms, were to be seen in his bed. Lately Frodo had been most comfortable when he lay with his torso raised, which was a far cry from before the quest when he usually slept on his side. Sam was certain that this meant something, although he wasn’t sure he wanted to know precisely what."
"Frodo gave a thin laugh. “Where doesn’t it hurt, Sam? It is my shoulder the most, of course, though. It will ache so. But I just drank my tea, as a good little Hobbit ought to do. It is already better.”
“Are you certain as we ought t’leave first thing as we planned, Master? I mean, you won’t of had a full night’s sleep.”
“If we don’t leave first thing, will we leave at all, do you think, Sam?”
“But if we leave later in the day, perhaps….” After a moment, he said, “You’d feel so much better with proper rest, you know.”
Frodo was already shaking his head. “No, Sam, it is too late to keep thinking like that. I have been thinking so for far too long, and I have failed to get better. If we do not leave first thing as we have planned, I fear it will be too late for me to leave at all.” "
"Frodo gave a sigh, closed his eyes briefly as if he was thinking on something he did not wish to say aloud, laying his hand softly on Sam’s shoulder before he slipped under the sheets Sam had folded back so carefully, and laid himself back against the cushions. As Sam, one handed, carefully added the blanket and comforter Frodo had taken to the chair he murmured. “You are so much better than I am at building them up properly, Sam. Thank you so.” "
But it's all so delicious!!! Thank you so much!!!
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