perhin (perhin) wrote in perhin_fics, @ 2008-04-22 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | frodo, gen, lord of the rings, rated pg |
Tear in Pools and Pain in Hearts
Title:Tears in Pools and Pain in Hearts
Rating:PG
Summary:Frodo becomes ills on the anniversary of Shelob's attack.
Frodo lay in his bed, one arm over the side and the covers pulled up. He stared at the wall before him, hardly even blinking. There was a burning in his heart. After the Ring had been destroyed, Frodo found himself becoming ill at times, and there was always that little pain deep inside. Not physical pain, but emotional.
He felt like he couldn't carry on any longer, sometimes just wishing he would pass away in his sleep and end it all. Frodo felt so alone and empty, even living in a house with a newborn babe.
Rolling over onto his back, Frodo sighed, He had made up his mind. He was going to the Havens. That was the only thing to heal his pain, his anguish, his misery. Frodo tried not to show his emotions to his friends, but sometimes they found him sitting alone, staring off into space. Frodo had always been one to sit and think for long periods of time, but he was doing it more frequently.
He rubbed his head; he was coming down with a headache. Frodo inhaled through his mouth, unconsciously. The air stuck in his throat and he began coughing. He covered his mouth and tried to breathe, but he couldn't. The coughing increased. Frodo leaned over the edge of the bed, and spit fluid that had come up onto the floor.
Frodo moaned and grimaced. His headache was worse now with the coughing, and he was burning up. Frodo looked at the door, hoping someone would come and help him. No one came. Sam and Rosie and gone to Bagshot Row to visit the Gaffer, taking little Elanor with them.
Still coughing, Frodo climbed out of bed. Putting one foot slowly on the floor and the other one after, Frodo was able to walk across the room to the water pitcher. Not really noticing or caring, he stepped in the mess on the floor. As he made a step, he slipped and felt flat on his face, making his headache ten times worse. He spit out more infection, and continued to do so. After many deep breaths he managed to catch his breath.
Frodo got on his hands and knees, hoping to get back into bed off the floor. His arms gave out and he fell again. It had happened like this the last time he was ill; coughing, spitting up infection, being very weak, and horrible headaches. Frodo closed his eyes. He wanted to cry, and he did. Tears falling onto the hardwood, Frodo finally fell asleep. And that's where Sam and Rosie found him on that March day.