Sam had gone over to stand beside the bed, a dripping fold of cloth in his hand.
“I don’t have a fever, Sam,” Frodo was protesting.
You wanna bet, sweetheart? ;D
“Fever or no, the cool will feel good,” Sam said. “And you can use it on your eyes if you like, to keep the light out.” He nodded to Bergil, and indicated the cup of tea on the table with a motion of his head. “Give that tea a good stir, lad, and we’ll see how it tastes.”
*fans self* Is it just me, or is it AWFULLY hot in here?
“If Aragorn comes down and finds me with a fever rag on my head he’ll keep me in bed for a week,” Frodo grumbled. “It’s just the wine, Sam.”
ROTFL!!!! LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT!!!! :D
“I expect so, Mr. Frodo,” Sam said, sounding as if Frodo weren‘t the only one getting crotchety. “And if it frets you that much I’ll fetch it off you once you’ve got to sleep, but there’s no use in feeling worse when you could be feeling better.”
*double ROTFLs!!!!* :D Oh, I'll bet, with fretful Frodo on his hands. . . . Fussy Ringbearer keeping poor Sam up half the night. . . . It's PERFECT. . . . :D Poor little Frodo, though. . . .
“No you won’t, because the minute I drink that tea you’re going to have a cup of it yourself and get some sleep,” Frodo ordered.
*GRIN* :D LOL. . .oh, Frodo. . . . :D
“Let’s just get you settled, sir, and then I’ll go to my own bed.”
“Bergil, you see that he does,” Frodo commanded as Sam fussed with pillows and blankets and put the damp cloth on his master’s forehead. “No washing cups, or straightening things, or seeing to breakfast since he‘s up already.”
“Now would I do that?” Sam asked, as he loosened the tieback on the bed curtains.
“Of course you would,” Frodo answered, closing his eyes and settling deeper into the bed. “But not tonight, Sam. Sleep well.”
“Yes, Mr. Frodo,” Sam said fondly, as he closed the curtain. “Good night.”
GUH. *bibbles, falls over, twitching helplessly, and DIES*
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Date: 2004-12-19 06:48 pm (UTC)The VERY best part thus far!!! :D
Sam had gone over to stand beside the bed, a dripping fold of cloth in his hand.
“I don’t have a fever, Sam,” Frodo was protesting.
You wanna bet, sweetheart? ;D
“Fever or no, the cool will feel good,” Sam said. “And you can use it on your eyes if you like, to keep the light out.” He nodded to Bergil, and indicated the cup of tea on the table with a motion of his head. “Give that tea a good stir, lad, and we’ll see how it tastes.”
*fans self* Is it just me, or is it AWFULLY hot in here?
“If Aragorn comes down and finds me with a fever rag on my head he’ll keep me in bed for a week,” Frodo grumbled. “It’s just the wine, Sam.”
ROTFL!!!! LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT!!!! :D
“I expect so, Mr. Frodo,” Sam said, sounding as if Frodo weren‘t the only one getting crotchety. “And if it frets you that much I’ll fetch it off you once you’ve got to sleep, but there’s no use in feeling worse when you could be feeling better.”
*double ROTFLs!!!!* :D Oh, I'll bet, with fretful Frodo on his hands. . . . Fussy Ringbearer keeping poor Sam up half the night. . . . It's PERFECT. . . . :D Poor little Frodo, though. . . .
“No you won’t, because the minute I drink that tea you’re going to have a cup of it yourself and get some sleep,” Frodo ordered.
*GRIN* :D LOL. . .oh, Frodo. . . . :D
“Let’s just get you settled, sir, and then I’ll go to my own bed.”
“Bergil, you see that he does,” Frodo commanded as Sam fussed with pillows and blankets and put the damp cloth on his master’s forehead. “No washing cups, or straightening things, or seeing to breakfast since he‘s up already.”
“Now would I do that?” Sam asked, as he loosened the tieback on the bed curtains.
“Of course you would,” Frodo answered, closing his eyes and settling deeper into the bed. “But not tonight, Sam. Sleep well.”
“Yes, Mr. Frodo,” Sam said fondly, as he closed the curtain. “Good night.”
GUH. *bibbles, falls over, twitching helplessly, and DIES*
I want to kiss your feet. But I'm not worthy.
Love,
Febobe :D