Happy Birthday, Frodo (and Bilbo)!
It's a Yule ficlet, b/c I'm in that sort of mood, but it's a bday present all the same! :)
-Febobe :)
YULE: A BIRTHDAY FIC FOR FRODO (AND BILBO) BAGGINS
Frodo sighed. It was Yule, and all afternoon he'd been stuck in bed with a cold. Eager to ensure that Frodo was fit to travel when the Fellowship set out, Elrond had tucked him up in bed at the first sniffle, though even Frodo felt it was not a bad cold at all - after all, he wasn't even feverish, and apart from a barely-scratchy throat and some sniffles requiring a pocket-handkerchief he felt quite all right. And now he was missing the festivities! It was almost too much to bear.
There came a knock at the door - supper, Frodo guessed without enthusiasm, for he did not relish the thought of what Elrond had fed him during his illness when he came. Broth and toast and some egg, little more. Hardly a feast fit for a holiday. But he was pleasantly surprised when Aragorn arrived with a large tray and set it before him.
"We thought, Frodo, that you might wish, since you cannot attend the feast, to have the feast brought to you."
And indeed, Frodo uncovered a tray holding sugared walnuts, cranberry meatballs, butternut squash and apple soup, several slices of roast turkey with mushroom stuffing, creamy mashed potatoes, glazed carrots, apple walnut squash, stuffed mushrooms, a mug of hot cranberry cider, and a dish of cranberry applesauce.
"Is this to your liking? Or shall I bring you a mug of broth instead?"
"Oh, no, you don't!" cried Frodo as Aragorn winked. "I shan't give up my supper! Go and have a mug of broth yourself and see how you like it!"
And they both burst into gales of laughter, though Frodo found the strength to spear a cranberry meatball mid-chuckle.
-the end-
-Febobe :)
YULE: A BIRTHDAY FIC FOR FRODO (AND BILBO) BAGGINS
Frodo sighed. It was Yule, and all afternoon he'd been stuck in bed with a cold. Eager to ensure that Frodo was fit to travel when the Fellowship set out, Elrond had tucked him up in bed at the first sniffle, though even Frodo felt it was not a bad cold at all - after all, he wasn't even feverish, and apart from a barely-scratchy throat and some sniffles requiring a pocket-handkerchief he felt quite all right. And now he was missing the festivities! It was almost too much to bear.
There came a knock at the door - supper, Frodo guessed without enthusiasm, for he did not relish the thought of what Elrond had fed him during his illness when he came. Broth and toast and some egg, little more. Hardly a feast fit for a holiday. But he was pleasantly surprised when Aragorn arrived with a large tray and set it before him.
"We thought, Frodo, that you might wish, since you cannot attend the feast, to have the feast brought to you."
And indeed, Frodo uncovered a tray holding sugared walnuts, cranberry meatballs, butternut squash and apple soup, several slices of roast turkey with mushroom stuffing, creamy mashed potatoes, glazed carrots, apple walnut squash, stuffed mushrooms, a mug of hot cranberry cider, and a dish of cranberry applesauce.
"Is this to your liking? Or shall I bring you a mug of broth instead?"
"Oh, no, you don't!" cried Frodo as Aragorn winked. "I shan't give up my supper! Go and have a mug of broth yourself and see how you like it!"
And they both burst into gales of laughter, though Frodo found the strength to spear a cranberry meatball mid-chuckle.
-the end-