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rabidsamfanMovieverse ficlet:
Five More Days to Rivendell
"What are you doing? Those things are still out there!" Sam protested.
Aragorn turned a grim face on the little hobbit. "I know. But we are running out of time, Sam. Arwen will...She will do her best to get Frodo to safety."
"But who is she?" Merry asked.
"She is the daughter of Elrond Half-Elven," Aragorn told them, and saw some of the anger leaving Sam's eyes. "She has been seeking us, and it is our great good fortune that she has found us."
"But how are we going to help Frodo if we're not with him?" Pippin asked forlornly.
Aragorn tried to smile, and knew that it wasn't working very well. "All we can do now is follow," he said.
"Then we'd best get started," Sam said, reaching for his pack. Rather to Aragorn's surprise, Pippin and Merry didn't protest. In fact, Merry reached for the water pot to put out the fire.
"We should eat something first," Aragorn said. "You'll walk better for it, and so will I."
Three small faces turned to him then, studying him as if he'd grown an extra head. "I didn't think you ever got hungry," Pippin's usual lack of tact explained their confusion. "Or tired."
This time Aragorn's smile was easier. "I am both," he said. "But cure the one and the other will not matter so much."
Timeline (fiction only, most recent version, includes AU) first previous next last
Can anyone suggest a good Sick!Sam story? You know, one where the other folks get to take care of him? I woke up with a miserable cold today and I've been dozing off and on (thanks to the Alka-Seltzer Plus, which knocks out my symptoms and me too) and I have a feeling I'm going to be awake half the night. I think the lightning storms are finally easing off so I can be on the computer, but the writing's not going so well... Time to read.
Five More Days to Rivendell
"What are you doing? Those things are still out there!" Sam protested.
Aragorn turned a grim face on the little hobbit. "I know. But we are running out of time, Sam. Arwen will...She will do her best to get Frodo to safety."
"But who is she?" Merry asked.
"She is the daughter of Elrond Half-Elven," Aragorn told them, and saw some of the anger leaving Sam's eyes. "She has been seeking us, and it is our great good fortune that she has found us."
"But how are we going to help Frodo if we're not with him?" Pippin asked forlornly.
Aragorn tried to smile, and knew that it wasn't working very well. "All we can do now is follow," he said.
"Then we'd best get started," Sam said, reaching for his pack. Rather to Aragorn's surprise, Pippin and Merry didn't protest. In fact, Merry reached for the water pot to put out the fire.
"We should eat something first," Aragorn said. "You'll walk better for it, and so will I."
Three small faces turned to him then, studying him as if he'd grown an extra head. "I didn't think you ever got hungry," Pippin's usual lack of tact explained their confusion. "Or tired."
This time Aragorn's smile was easier. "I am both," he said. "But cure the one and the other will not matter so much."
Timeline (fiction only, most recent version, includes AU) first previous next last
Can anyone suggest a good Sick!Sam story? You know, one where the other folks get to take care of him? I woke up with a miserable cold today and I've been dozing off and on (thanks to the Alka-Seltzer Plus, which knocks out my symptoms and me too) and I have a feeling I'm going to be awake half the night. I think the lightning storms are finally easing off so I can be on the computer, but the writing's not going so well... Time to read.
