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febobeBlame frodobaggins252 again - she gets my story ticker to working!
This may not seem like Febobefic h/c, but trust me - it's coming - see if you can guess!
And PLEASE do not fuss whether they'd have had rice. Heck, they managed everything else! ;)
Love,
Febobe ;)
Mmmm.
Frodo licked the spoon clean, lapping up every last bite of the sweet rice pudding. Mushroom pasties, a green salad, gilded chicken, glazed mushrooms, roasted carrots, asparagus, apple tarts, marzipan, quince and apple jelly candies, spiced honey nut crunch, plenty of fine wine freely flowing. . .a fine banquet indeed, especially with rice pudding for a dessert. He felt quite glad he had gotten up and ventured to join the party - which was, of course, in honor of his arrival and recovery as well.
"Master?"
He looked up to find Sam at his elbow, bearing two dishes of. . .rice pudding?
"Are you enjoying yourself, Sam? What is it?"
Sam beamed. "Aye, sir. But Master Merry and I thought you might enjoy some more pudding - seeing as you like it so much. Master Pippin sends his regrets; he ate his up before we thought."
"Oh, Sam - you two should eat it, not give it to me - "
"Please, Mr. Frodo - we want to." Sam's eyes were almost anxious. "It does our hearts good to see you up and about and eating proper food. . .sir, I didn't think to ever see this day, with what. . .what happened to you."
Frodo swallowed hard. Sam had been afraid. They all had.
"Thank you. I promise to eat them both, every last bite."
A quick bow, then Sam set the dishes before him and hurried back to his place.
Frodo had to admit that every bite was delicious. It seemed to him that Hir Elrond was watching as he finished his third dish of pudding. . .was that a smile? Frodo couldn't think what might be amusing, but within a few minutes a tall elven lady arrived at his side with a cup. She smiled.
"Hir Elrond suggested I bring you a cup of peppermint tea, little master. It - helps the digestion."
"Oh - thank you. Please tell him his thoughtfulness is much appreciated."
Smiling, she nodded and disappeared. Frodo sipped pensively at the fragrant drink. Very nice.
It was a few hours before Frodo found himself retiring, mind still spinning from the busy and blissful evening - Bilbo, here! Aragorn, the Dunadan! Such a long evening. . . . With Sam's gentle assistance, he changed for bed and climbed in, allowing his companion to curl up close by on a little trundle-sort of bed brought in so he could rest and still watch over his master, so recently so ill.
With the fire crackling quietly in the hearth, both hobbits swiftly fell asleep. Frodo felt positively stuffed as a Yuletide goose, and lay awake for a while, but even he quickly succumbed to slumber.
~to be continued!~
This may not seem like Febobefic h/c, but trust me - it's coming - see if you can guess!
And PLEASE do not fuss whether they'd have had rice. Heck, they managed everything else! ;)
Love,
Febobe ;)
Mmmm.
Frodo licked the spoon clean, lapping up every last bite of the sweet rice pudding. Mushroom pasties, a green salad, gilded chicken, glazed mushrooms, roasted carrots, asparagus, apple tarts, marzipan, quince and apple jelly candies, spiced honey nut crunch, plenty of fine wine freely flowing. . .a fine banquet indeed, especially with rice pudding for a dessert. He felt quite glad he had gotten up and ventured to join the party - which was, of course, in honor of his arrival and recovery as well.
"Master?"
He looked up to find Sam at his elbow, bearing two dishes of. . .rice pudding?
"Are you enjoying yourself, Sam? What is it?"
Sam beamed. "Aye, sir. But Master Merry and I thought you might enjoy some more pudding - seeing as you like it so much. Master Pippin sends his regrets; he ate his up before we thought."
"Oh, Sam - you two should eat it, not give it to me - "
"Please, Mr. Frodo - we want to." Sam's eyes were almost anxious. "It does our hearts good to see you up and about and eating proper food. . .sir, I didn't think to ever see this day, with what. . .what happened to you."
Frodo swallowed hard. Sam had been afraid. They all had.
"Thank you. I promise to eat them both, every last bite."
A quick bow, then Sam set the dishes before him and hurried back to his place.
Frodo had to admit that every bite was delicious. It seemed to him that Hir Elrond was watching as he finished his third dish of pudding. . .was that a smile? Frodo couldn't think what might be amusing, but within a few minutes a tall elven lady arrived at his side with a cup. She smiled.
"Hir Elrond suggested I bring you a cup of peppermint tea, little master. It - helps the digestion."
"Oh - thank you. Please tell him his thoughtfulness is much appreciated."
Smiling, she nodded and disappeared. Frodo sipped pensively at the fragrant drink. Very nice.
It was a few hours before Frodo found himself retiring, mind still spinning from the busy and blissful evening - Bilbo, here! Aragorn, the Dunadan! Such a long evening. . . . With Sam's gentle assistance, he changed for bed and climbed in, allowing his companion to curl up close by on a little trundle-sort of bed brought in so he could rest and still watch over his master, so recently so ill.
With the fire crackling quietly in the hearth, both hobbits swiftly fell asleep. Frodo felt positively stuffed as a Yuletide goose, and lay awake for a while, but even he quickly succumbed to slumber.
~to be continued!~
