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For angiet....:) Frodo and Eomer and mpreg...naturally!
Eomer rushed into the bed chamber, filthy with sweat and dirt and smelling of horse.
“How is he?” he demanded of Halas, Edoras‘ healer. Halas was a bent old man with a sharp mind and a gentle touch.
Halas touched Frodo‘s forehead. “As you can see, he is resting, but otherwise all right.”
“Thralded said it was serious.”
Halas met Eomer‘s gaze with honesty. “It was. It was touch and go for a day, but this Frodo of yours is a sturdy Holbytla. He will survive.”
Frodo’s eyes opened then, and he smiled at Eomer. “You’re here.” He reached his hand out toward Eomer, and Eomer sat on the edge of his bed.
“Of course I am.” Frodo’s eyes were shadowed and his face pale and pinched. Eomer grasped the small hand offered him. “How do you feel now?” He kissed Frodo’s hand.
“Very good, now that you’re here and that dreaded October sixth has passed. Come, the little one has been kicking.” He pulled Eomer’s hand to rest on his rounded belly. Sure enough, Eomer felt little kicks from inside. A sturdy fellow or lass of Rohan this babe would be with kicks like that, Eomer thought, swelling with pride.
Eomer rushed into the bed chamber, filthy with sweat and dirt and smelling of horse.
“How is he?” he demanded of Halas, Edoras‘ healer. Halas was a bent old man with a sharp mind and a gentle touch.
Halas touched Frodo‘s forehead. “As you can see, he is resting, but otherwise all right.”
“Thralded said it was serious.”
Halas met Eomer‘s gaze with honesty. “It was. It was touch and go for a day, but this Frodo of yours is a sturdy Holbytla. He will survive.”
Frodo’s eyes opened then, and he smiled at Eomer. “You’re here.” He reached his hand out toward Eomer, and Eomer sat on the edge of his bed.
“Of course I am.” Frodo’s eyes were shadowed and his face pale and pinched. Eomer grasped the small hand offered him. “How do you feel now?” He kissed Frodo’s hand.
“Very good, now that you’re here and that dreaded October sixth has passed. Come, the little one has been kicking.” He pulled Eomer’s hand to rest on his rounded belly. Sure enough, Eomer felt little kicks from inside. A sturdy fellow or lass of Rohan this babe would be with kicks like that, Eomer thought, swelling with pride.