lilybaggins FroPreg Challenge -- Part 14
Here’s Part 14 of my response to lilybaggins Frodo mpreg Challenge.
ancalime8301 has kindly compiled a list of all the Mpregs she can get her hands on. The link to the list (which includes my previous chapters) is:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/ancalime8301/71560.html
I know this chapter is dreadfully short -- not even 1000 words -- but I’ve reached a dry spell with the story. Should “Firstborn” continue any farther? If so, I’m going to need some suggestions, because I don’t have a clue what more to write!
FIRSTBORN
Part 14/15
Rated: PG-13
March 14
“Aragorn?”
Aragorn quickly turned from the window, where he had been standing watching the stars, and came to sit on the bed next to Frodo. He reached out and gently touched the hobbit’s face, feeling the dampness of tears.
“How are you feeling, my friend?”
“Groggy,” Frodo murmured. His fingers brushed across his bandaged incision. “It… really hurts.”
“I doubt it not,” Aragorn said gently. “I will give you something to ease the pain.”
“I… I’m sorry,” Frodo whispered. “I tried to attack you… for no reason…”
“Hardly for no reason.” Aragorn reached over to a nearby table and began to mix a painkilling drink in a cup. “It was a year ago, Frodo, when you were imprisoned by the Orcs, and you believed the Ring taken and your Quest a failure. Somehow, that memory resurfaced and ensnared you in its grip.” He slid an arm under Frodo’s head and raised the hobbit slightly, holding the cup so he could drink, which Frodo did without protest.
“I thought…” Frodo tried to remember what had happened. “I thought you were one of those Men who captured me. I thought you were taking the babies. I couldn’t…” Fresh tears started to stream down his face. “I couldn’t let you…”
“Let it go, dear friend. It is over.”
Frodo felt ashamed. “I’m so sorry, Aragorn. I know you would never harm the babies.”
“Frodo,” the Man said gently, “there’s no need to dwell on it. You are safe, and so are the children.”
“I didn’t recognize you,” Frodo murmured in astonishment. “How could I not know you?”
“Do not let it concern you any further,” Aragorn said softly. He felt the hobbit’s hand, then his brow. “Your fever had risen quite a bit, and you were not responsible for what you did, or what you thought you saw.”
“I thought I was back there,” Frodo said in disbelief. “Poor Sam.”
Aragorn took one of the small hands in his own. “Sam was very glad he was here, Frodo. It would have caused him greater pain to have been absent when you needed him so.”
“I suppose there is a law against attacking the King, isn’t there?” Frodo joked, trying to smile.
“Actually, I doubt there is, as there has been no need of such a law for a thousand years!” Aragorn smiled in return. “But we can quickly remedy that. Your punishment will be most severe -- you will now be confined to bed for longer than you would have been, and that is a sore trial for an otherwise healthy hobbit!”
“I look forward to being healthy again,” Frodo sighed. “It seems so long since…” He looked into the Man’s eyes. “Is it truly over?” he whispered.
“It is,” Aragorn repeated firmly. “Your fever is nearly gone.”
Frodo tried to look around the darkened room. “Where is everyone?”
“At my feet are three hobbits, sleeping on pallets on the floor. Sam hasn’t left this room for a even a minute, and once Merry and Pippin heard what had happened, they decided to camp out here.” Aragorn smiled. “The babies are nearby, being looked after by Legolas and Gimli, if that is all right. You will see them again in the morning.”
“I am grateful to them,” Frodo said drowsily. “Oh Aragorn, did I injure anyone?”
“Only yourself,” the King said gently. “Several of your sutures needed to be re-sewn, which has been done. Everything is going to be fine.”
“It…” Frodo sighed, his eyelids growing heavy. “It doesn’t hurt so much… now…”
“Good." Aragorn saw the deep blue eyes flutter closed. "Just relax now.”
“I’m sorry to be… such a bother…”
Aragorn sat quietly, holding the small hand, until the hobbit’s slow, even breathing told him that Frodo had fallen back to sleep.
A small voice came from below him. “Strider, is he all right, now?”
Aragorn lowered himself to the floor, seating himself next to the pallet where Pippin lay. “Yes, I’m certain he’ll be fine, if we can keep him in bed until the sutures are no longer in danger of being pulled out.” Aragorn smiled down at the hobbit. “Pippin, you never told me what you think of the twins.”
“They’re beautiful,” Pippin said firmly. “I think I’d better marry soon, and have sons, so they can wed the most lovely lasses in the Shire.”
“Peregrin, you’re not even of age yet.”
“True,” Pippin yawned, “but it never hurts to plan ahead.”
“I may marry first, you know,” came Merry’s sleepy voice from elsewhere in the darkened room. “Or perhaps Sam.”
“Maybe so, Mr. Merry,” came a chuckle from nearby.
Aragorn sighed. “It’s only just past midnight, you three; try to go back to sleep. I doubt Frodo will wake again until morning.” He rose to his feet and stretched wearily, then left the room.
Everything was quiet for a moment, then, as one, the three hobbits scrambled out of their blankets and climbed up on the big bed. Sam lay down carefully on one side of Frodo, and Pippin on the other. Merry curled up next to Pippin, and soon all were fast asleep once more.
ancalime8301 has kindly compiled a list of all the Mpregs she can get her hands on. The link to the list (which includes my previous chapters) is:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/ancalime8301/71560.html
I know this chapter is dreadfully short -- not even 1000 words -- but I’ve reached a dry spell with the story. Should “Firstborn” continue any farther? If so, I’m going to need some suggestions, because I don’t have a clue what more to write!
FIRSTBORN
Part 14/15
Rated: PG-13
March 14
“Aragorn?”
Aragorn quickly turned from the window, where he had been standing watching the stars, and came to sit on the bed next to Frodo. He reached out and gently touched the hobbit’s face, feeling the dampness of tears.
“How are you feeling, my friend?”
“Groggy,” Frodo murmured. His fingers brushed across his bandaged incision. “It… really hurts.”
“I doubt it not,” Aragorn said gently. “I will give you something to ease the pain.”
“I… I’m sorry,” Frodo whispered. “I tried to attack you… for no reason…”
“Hardly for no reason.” Aragorn reached over to a nearby table and began to mix a painkilling drink in a cup. “It was a year ago, Frodo, when you were imprisoned by the Orcs, and you believed the Ring taken and your Quest a failure. Somehow, that memory resurfaced and ensnared you in its grip.” He slid an arm under Frodo’s head and raised the hobbit slightly, holding the cup so he could drink, which Frodo did without protest.
“I thought…” Frodo tried to remember what had happened. “I thought you were one of those Men who captured me. I thought you were taking the babies. I couldn’t…” Fresh tears started to stream down his face. “I couldn’t let you…”
“Let it go, dear friend. It is over.”
Frodo felt ashamed. “I’m so sorry, Aragorn. I know you would never harm the babies.”
“Frodo,” the Man said gently, “there’s no need to dwell on it. You are safe, and so are the children.”
“I didn’t recognize you,” Frodo murmured in astonishment. “How could I not know you?”
“Do not let it concern you any further,” Aragorn said softly. He felt the hobbit’s hand, then his brow. “Your fever had risen quite a bit, and you were not responsible for what you did, or what you thought you saw.”
“I thought I was back there,” Frodo said in disbelief. “Poor Sam.”
Aragorn took one of the small hands in his own. “Sam was very glad he was here, Frodo. It would have caused him greater pain to have been absent when you needed him so.”
“I suppose there is a law against attacking the King, isn’t there?” Frodo joked, trying to smile.
“Actually, I doubt there is, as there has been no need of such a law for a thousand years!” Aragorn smiled in return. “But we can quickly remedy that. Your punishment will be most severe -- you will now be confined to bed for longer than you would have been, and that is a sore trial for an otherwise healthy hobbit!”
“I look forward to being healthy again,” Frodo sighed. “It seems so long since…” He looked into the Man’s eyes. “Is it truly over?” he whispered.
“It is,” Aragorn repeated firmly. “Your fever is nearly gone.”
Frodo tried to look around the darkened room. “Where is everyone?”
“At my feet are three hobbits, sleeping on pallets on the floor. Sam hasn’t left this room for a even a minute, and once Merry and Pippin heard what had happened, they decided to camp out here.” Aragorn smiled. “The babies are nearby, being looked after by Legolas and Gimli, if that is all right. You will see them again in the morning.”
“I am grateful to them,” Frodo said drowsily. “Oh Aragorn, did I injure anyone?”
“Only yourself,” the King said gently. “Several of your sutures needed to be re-sewn, which has been done. Everything is going to be fine.”
“It…” Frodo sighed, his eyelids growing heavy. “It doesn’t hurt so much… now…”
“Good." Aragorn saw the deep blue eyes flutter closed. "Just relax now.”
“I’m sorry to be… such a bother…”
Aragorn sat quietly, holding the small hand, until the hobbit’s slow, even breathing told him that Frodo had fallen back to sleep.
A small voice came from below him. “Strider, is he all right, now?”
Aragorn lowered himself to the floor, seating himself next to the pallet where Pippin lay. “Yes, I’m certain he’ll be fine, if we can keep him in bed until the sutures are no longer in danger of being pulled out.” Aragorn smiled down at the hobbit. “Pippin, you never told me what you think of the twins.”
“They’re beautiful,” Pippin said firmly. “I think I’d better marry soon, and have sons, so they can wed the most lovely lasses in the Shire.”
“Peregrin, you’re not even of age yet.”
“True,” Pippin yawned, “but it never hurts to plan ahead.”
“I may marry first, you know,” came Merry’s sleepy voice from elsewhere in the darkened room. “Or perhaps Sam.”
“Maybe so, Mr. Merry,” came a chuckle from nearby.
Aragorn sighed. “It’s only just past midnight, you three; try to go back to sleep. I doubt Frodo will wake again until morning.” He rose to his feet and stretched wearily, then left the room.
Everything was quiet for a moment, then, as one, the three hobbits scrambled out of their blankets and climbed up on the big bed. Sam lay down carefully on one side of Frodo, and Pippin on the other. Merry curled up next to Pippin, and soon all were fast asleep once more.