Of the Aberration of a Hobbit by FrodoII
Note: This fanfic has angst, action, drama, and some humor.
This chapter rated G for ‘good’ ha ha ha
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Sam crept quietly into the room where his master lay sleeping. ‘How can mister Frodo lay in bed so long on such a fine day?’ he thought to himself, shaking his head. He padded noiselessly across the stone floor and threw open the silk curtains, flooding the room with bright spring sunshine. The figure in the bed groaned and rolled over, burying his head under the pillow.
“Come on, Mister Frodo!” said Sam in a cheerful voice, poking the fluffy pillow with his finger. “Time to get up!”
“Oohhh,” was the only response, and Sam pulled up a corner and peeked underneath. Meeting his eyes was a dark brown mess of tangled curls half covering Frodo’s sleepy face.
“Ow!” he cried as the light met his unaccustomed eyes. “Sam, just a few more minutes!”
“Sorry sir,” he apologized, “but your breakfast is getting cold. And it’s such a beautiful day today.”
Frodo sat up suddenly at the mention of breakfast, throwing the covers off and hoping to the floor.
“Drat,” he complained. “These beds are so high. Hobbits unfortunately were unexpected in Minas Tirith. How do you fare?”
“Oh, I’m fine, sir,” Sam blushed. “Do you remember that I’m sharing a room with Mister Pippin?”
“Oh, of course, of course,” Frodo said, slapping his forehead. “Now I remember. Did you say something about breakfast?”
“Yes I did,” Sam announced cheerily. “And you have company too.”
“Who is it?” inquired Frodo suspiciously while pulling on a clean shirt.
Sam laughed as he prepared to answer, but there was no need. The door burst open as two hobbits strode into the room, quite content it seemed with their intrusion.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” teased Merry. “We’ve become weary of eating with the Big Folk, so we decided to join you today.”
“Why, don’t you have duties, Pippin?” Frodo asked, concerned that his cousin should abandon his responsibilities to eat with his friends.
“I do,” he replied, “Later. But now, we eat!” He rubbed his hands together in delight as Sam brought a tray steaming with food into the room. Pippin left his cousins to help Sam bring in the utensils, and Frodo exclaimed to Merry
“How does he have so much energy? He’s only been up and about for a week, and yet he bounces around as though a river of wine flowed through him!”
Merry shrugged, his attention not on the question, but on the meal at hand. His cravings were well satisfied as the hobbits ate, speaking of small matters of unimportance, mostly compliments concerning the food. Pippin was in the midst of enjoying an unusually delicious sausage when a sudden feeling of dread came over him. He looked up in surprise at Merry, and noticed his cousin staring with alarm at Frodo. Pippin’s young eyes opened wide in confusion and surprise.
“Frodo…” he began, but his voiced concern was cut off sharply, as though someone had snatched them from the air.
“I’ve failed.” The words shot icily into the morning air, handing suspended over the forgotten meal as Frodo slowly rose from where he had been sitting cross-legged on the floor.
“I’ve failed,” he said again, utter despair flooded over his twisted face. He staggered backwards, and Sam suddenly leapt to his aid.
“Don’t touch me!” Frodo cried, his eyes wide with terror and vehemence.
“Mister Frodo…” whispered Sam, as his master went mad before his very eyes.
“The world will fall. They took it. I failed in the quest.” His eyes seemed to see things far away, as though reaching beyond the cold walls of the room into the very heart of the dark land. His eyes rolled far back in his head and he fell to the floor.
Merry and Pippin woke suddenly from their stupor and raced to his side. Sam was already checking the vital signs.
“Cold water, Pippin,” commanded Merry with a stern voice, and Pippin grabbed a goblet of water left from their meal and handed it to his cousin, shaking.
“Is he…dead?”
“No,” announced Sam finally, confidently, but with an unsteady voice. Frodo suddenly stirred and opened his eyes.
“Wh…what happened?” he gasped.
“You…I…don’t know,” admitted Merry, helping him sit up. “You jumped up and said you had failed in the quest, three times.”
“I did? Why on earth would I say a thing like that?” He seemed puzzled and confused, as though he hadn’t had the slightest idea of what he had done.
“Yes, you did. You seemed to go mad!”
“Mad?!”
Sam helped Frodo to his feet, and Merry said
“Let’s take you into the sunshine, Frodo. Perhaps you need some fresh air.”
“Yes, maybe I do. Are you sure I said those things? All I remember is waking up on the floor.”
Pippin nodded solemnly, and Frodo seemed embarrassed.
“Don’t tell anybody, will you?” he stammered. “It’s rather, humiliating. If I can help it, it shan’t happen again.”
“I sure hope it won’t,” muttered Sam under his breath as he led his master into the bright gardens. Suddenly though, a cloud covered the sun and all was dark and ominous in the courtyard. The flowers hid their faces and the leaves seemed to turn over in a slight wind breathing through the place. But the moment passed and the sun returned, and all was light and cheery once more. Sam, however, thought it a bad omen, but kept it to himself and said not a word.
~To be continued!~
23 Comments
great story! i cant wait for more chapters ^_^
I love this story and cannot wait for more.
I love this story & cannot wait for more!!
more chapters yey! its getting a bit corny with the masters thing but i suppose it works! great super duper story!!! cant wait for more
can’t wait to read more! I love this ff
Most deffinately a sequal! I love this story!
yes sequel sequel! today is the best day in my life! make it better for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just wanted to say I absolutely LOVED your story.I hope you do write a sequel,you are a VERY good writer.
i read the whole story and loved it! you should definetly make a sequel!
That was the most awesome story I have ever read! Yes, write a sequal! I’d love to read more.
I loved it! It made me want to cry in parts of it and I just wanted to wring the neck of that Keeper! I loved how you incorperated the Bible verse into it, that one is one of my favorites. Overall, great job, can’t wait for the next one!
I was really crying at chapter 19
It was.. it was PERFECT
Oh, wow.
I am, like, in shock. That was amazing! Amazing, amazing, amazing!
I think I’m at a loss for any word other than amazing. How bout beautiful? Heartbreaking? Seductively innocent? I have no idea exactly what that means, but it feels right 😀
~Rosie *sigh*
This is one of my favorite fan fiction. You are an excellent writer. Please, please, please write a sequel! It would make me so happy!
u should write a sequl.
you should definitely write a sequel. It was great, I read it all in 1 day because I really wanted to know what happened next!
you certanliy know how to write:)
brillient gripping and wonderful story, i like it 🙂
nought else to say realy coz it was really really good
Please please please write a sequal!
KILL THE KEEPER!!!!!!!!!!
Ignore the last review, I was slightly mad. I still dislike the keeper, but he shouldn’t be killed. Just mostly killed. There is a difference……
Wow. That word pretty much sums up how I feel after reading this story. I thought at first that it would be a crazy tale of a mad Frodo Baggins, instead, you made it a heart wrenching tale about friendship. I felt your story pulling at my heart strings a couple of times, okay, quite a few times, and I was cheering throughout the whole story for a happy ending. You gave me that, but not without many hardships, and unexpected twists. When I first finished reading this, I wanted you to have a sequel where Frodo and Sam found out why they acted the way they did, but now I don’t so much. I like how they resolved their conflict and healed their friendship on their own. You get 5 stars from this reviewer!
AweSOME! I couldn’t stop reading! A real gripper, let me tell you that! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write a sequel! It would be great if you could!
Very depressing and very, very, very dark for a story about Hobbits. But you did well with describing pain and anguish (not necessarily a bad thing).