Part: 4/?

Rating: PG

Author: Helen

Disclaimer: The characters and settings used in this fic are copyright of The Tolkien Estate with Selective

rights held by Tolkein Enterprises. Information gleaned from " " and " . ". I am not a doctor, so all information in this is fictional hobbit care. And if you do see the symptoms quickly seek medical advice.

A/N 12 months and 4 chapters. Urm and this ain't really a chapter. Please note the illness used can be a killer, one of my best friends died from it, but this is the viral non-deadly form. I am not that evil. [this means it is from the book] And if you think I am writing this again. - I am Planning to finish it before October, but after this will not write until either the first fortnight in April or after June 12th. (I am still banned!)

On with the fic.

Elrond sighed as he looked at those gathered in the Study. There were Bilbo, and the rest of the Hobbit's and most of the Fellowship. Yes he would have to tell them the bad news. The news he was dreading. But there was still Hope. Hope that Frodo would be able to go off on the Quest. But maybe, maybe he would have to go much weakend.

After an hour spent in his library he had come across a book, on illnesses. He knew it could be severe, when he looked up to the symptoms. Could be fatal.

[Meningitis: A rare disease that can be fatal: Cause unknown. Symptoms can often appear to be Influenza. Signs that makes it different from Influenza include Photophobia and a stiff neck. The illness can also cause a rash if it gets into the blood. There can be severe after effects such as Memory loss/difficulty retaining information/lack of concentration, co-ordination problems, Residual headaches, loss of balance, seizures and Weakness, paralysis or spasms of part of body. If the illness gets into the blood it can also cause Kidney damage or Lung damage. The most common form will lead to a recovery if left untreated, In all other forms]

He thought to himself. He had to tell everyone so they gathered in the council room. And now here they were. He had to tell them.

Elrond looked around the room. "I have some news for you all regarding Frodo" he started. "It may take a while for you to get onto the road, Frodo is very ill, and it will take a while from him to recover, I would make plans between you, to teach the younger hobbits some things they need to know for on the road."

He swept out of the room, to go and see to his small patient.

The drapes where drawn over the windows keeping the bright daylight out. That would be good, he thought, it would reduce the aggitation that Frodo was suffering with the Light. Now he had to make sure he got it right. He walked quitely to the bed. Seeing that Frodo was asleep he lightly touched the back of his hand to Frodo's forhead. The fever was going down. He peeked over at the bedside table, the glass of water was untouched. He sighed and taking the glass, walked down to the kitchens. He poured the water down the sink - it would have been stale. And walked over to the drinking well. He looked around. Where were all the servant's today? He winched up the little bucket and poured some fresh water into a pitcher. He added several teaspoons of salt and sugar, and walked back to the Ring Bearers room. Shaking Frodo carefully he managed to wake him up. He poured a glass of the water and sitting Frodo up against him helped him drink.

"Frodo" he asked "can you please put your head forward to rest on your chest?"

Frodo tried, but gave in complaing "that his neck was stiff."

tbc...