|Sick Little Hobbits
Author: Dragon rider pippin PM
I know title stinks When Frodo finds himself dealing with a Sick Little Pippin he discovers it isn't an easy task.Rated: Fiction K - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Peregrin T. & Frodo B. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,259 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 03-25-10 - Published: 03-09-10 - id: 5804799
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Frodo winced in pain. That had to be the tenth time he had gotten a pebble kicked at the back of his heels. Sure it was a little pebble but when they are kicked quite hardly at the back of your heels it starts to hurt. "Ouch" he hissed under his breath.
"Hey pippin, why don't you come walk up here beside me." Frodo almost let go a sigh of relief. He looked down at the little hobbit to see he wasn't exactly himself. The normally jovial young hobbit had a grim expression on his face. Frodo reached down and held his hand as they continued to walk. Okay something was definitely bothering him, Pippin didn't like to hold hands, he thought he was too old for it.
"Pip, What's wrong?" He asked him. Pippin remained silent but finally spoke.
"Sam isn't feeling well." Frodo almost laughed aloud.
"Pippin, just because somebody isn't feeling well doesn't mean you have to mope around." He looked down to see Pippin still was gloomy.
"Pippin? Why is it bothering you that much? Is there more to this story than you've told me?" Pippin looked up at him with his big green eyes.
"Sam really isn't feeling well, he said he felt really sick. I was at the Brandywine river with Sam and Merry and we were catching Frogs. It was quite fun but then Sam started complaining saying he was going to go home and rest because he felt horrible. Than you came and got me and Merry went home." That wasn't like Sam at all Frodo thought. Sam rarely got sick and when he did he didn't complain or anything.
"Hmm, Did he go to Bag End to go tell The Gaffer?" Frodo asked. Pippin appeared as to be thinking it over before he replied.
"No, he said he felt really, really bad so he was going to go straight home." No that wasn't like Sam at all. Frodo looked up at the sky to see rain clouds rolling in.
"C'mon Pip, I think it's going to rain and we should probably go tell Bilbo and The Gaffer that Sam isn't feeling well."
"Okay" Pippin said as the first few drops of rain fell from the sky. It started pouring. Frodo scooped up little Pippin and ran onto Bagshot Row. He could barely make out Bag End up the road. He ran up to the door and ran right in closing it behind him. He set the soaked Pippin down.
"Stay right here until we can get you changed out of those soaked clothes." Pippin nodded.
"Bilbo?" Frodo called out as he walked quite quickly through Bag End trying to locate his Uncle.
"In the kitchen Frodo" he heard him call out. Frodo walked into the kitchen to see Bilbo pouring The Gaffer a cup of tea. Bilbo looked up to see his nephew walk into the room.
"Are you alright Ma boy? You seem a big…on edge"
"Yes I'm fine…well…Have you seen Sam recently?" he asked
"No we haven't seen him since this morning. Why? May I ask. Is something wrong with him?" Bilbo always seemed to know everything before it was even said.
"Well Pippin said-"
"-Sam said he was feeling really sick, so he went home early." Pippin interrupted as he appeared behind Frodo in his soaking wet clothes shivering.
"Pippin? What are you doing in those wet clothes? Your going to catch a cold." Bilbo asked. As if on cue the wet hobbit sneezed. Bilbo frowned.
"All right, if you think something is that bad I suppose Gaffer and I will go check in on him. Hurry up and get Pippin out of those wet clothes, Frodo. I'll be back later." With that they threw on some cloaks and left.