FIC: "Into the East" (PG, 4/?) by Febobe
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febobeAn extra chapter today for i_o_r_h_a_e_l, because I think she's having the kind of day where she could use a little extra comfort....
Enjoy, everyone. :)
Cheers,
Febobe :)
Title: Into the East
Author: Febobe (Frodo Baggins of Bag End)
Rating/Warnings: PG (graphic food descriptions, some occasionally graphic medical angst - NO CANON CHARACTER DEATH. I promise! It may seem at first that I'm headed that direction, but I absolutely guarantee, NO canon characters will be killed off in this fic!)
Summary: After the Quest, Frodo comes down with a serious illness, and journeys to Harad in search of better health.
Characters: Frodo, Sam, Elrond, Eowyn, Faramir, Merry, Pippin, an OC named Kalil (partly in tribute to Claudia's own Khalil), other supporting OCs, appearances by Aragorn and possibly Arwen. Others TBA, if any.
Disclaimer: I do not own and have not created any of J.R.R. Tolkien's work, neither characters nor world nor any of his concepts. I'm just playing in the sandbox, with no ill intent. Original characters, including (but not limited to) Kalil are my own creation, and I would appreciate it if they weren't used without asking. (Unlike Tolkien, I'm not dead!) This fic meets FrodoHealers standards and is free from profanity, sex, and slash.
Notes: Sam lovers, I think this is a fic you'll enjoy, as it strongly features his voice and viewpoint. Frodo lovers, this is definitely a fic you'll enjoy, especially if you're an old-school FrodoHealers fan. Faramir and Eowyn, Merry and Pippin will all have significant roles to play throughout this fic, though it takes a few chapters to get there. Also, please note that I have chosen Indian food for the predominant culinary culture of Harad. I realize that it may well be closer to Middle Eastern cookery, but I wanted to give it a distinctive tie and recognizable flavor, and I chose Indian. No ill will intended if you prefer a different interpretation; just know that this is my interpretation only and I realize it isn't the only potential take on Haradraic food out there.
CHAPTER FOUR
Well, now that we had that settled, it was down to me to talk to Mr. Frodo about going, we decided. Not that I was sure he'd be too keen on it, but he was likely to take it better from me, we figured, than anybody else.
So I let Lady Eowyn and Queen Arwen get him all settled, seeing as they wanted to get his bath ready for us, and then when I got him in the tub, I started talking right afer I started washing.
"Reckon Lord Elrond and Strider think a change o'climate might help you some," I tried. "Some place warmer, maybe drier, and not too terrible far from here."
"Do you think it might help?"
His poor voice sounded so plaintive and pitiful that I don't reckon my heart was far from breaking in two, but I tried to smile as I gave a nod. "I do think they could be right. It's worth a chance, leastways I think it is. Lord Faramir and Lady Eowyn, they're going to somewhere might be nice for you, and they think they'd be just happy to take you and me and Mr. Merry and Master Pippin along too, and Lady Eowyn says she'd help me take good care o'you too, and make sure you were good and safe."
"Is it very far? How would we travel? I don't think I could manage walking any distance just now."
"Oh, no, sir, we wasn't thinking that at all! We was thinking of a wagon for you to ride in, all covered up nice and shady, where you could stay good and comfortable, much as any travel's ever comfortable. It's a few days' journey, I think, but not too terrible far. Strider could get to you, or you back to him, if it come to that, I think. And you'd have all of us there to look after you. You know me and the others wouldn't never leave you."
"Perhaps, then. What is the place?"
Now it come to it. "It's called Harad. It's the country o'them foreign folk, but Strider says they seem real glad to be rid o'the Dark Lord and all, and happy to have a good king for a change, and though we'll want to be right careful, I reckon we'll be as safe there as anywhere down this way. Probably not half as dangerous as where you and I've been all this time."
"Then we shall go. Perhaps it would be nice to travel a little. See the world, and not on our feet for a change. I could fancy a warmer climate, truly."
Whew.
"I wonder what kind of food they have there...."
Well, now, that was the first interest in food I'd heard in the better part of two months, even in passing. So I thought I'd better run with that.
"I don't reckon as I know a lot about it, but Lord Elrond and Strider said they have nice food...especially fruit, lots o'fresh fruit, and tasty spices to go in things, and real interesting stuff at the markets, too, meat and vegetables and stuff roasted all on long sticks, and spiced or fried-up nuts, and all kinds of good things to munch on. We're going to want to visit the markets, from what I hear, and probably pretty often. Lady Eowyn and Lord Faramir could push you in a wheeled-chair and you wouldn't have to do a thing but sit there and enjoy the sun warm on your face, and let me hand you nice things to taste of."
"I should like that. Mmm." He closed his eyes, leaning back against the towel I'd set out for him. "Thank you, Sam. I know this must be hard for you, especially the thought of going to such a strange place."
"Anything for you, sir."
And I meant it, too.
-to be continued-
Enjoy, everyone. :)
Cheers,
Febobe :)
Title: Into the East
Author: Febobe (Frodo Baggins of Bag End)
Rating/Warnings: PG (graphic food descriptions, some occasionally graphic medical angst - NO CANON CHARACTER DEATH. I promise! It may seem at first that I'm headed that direction, but I absolutely guarantee, NO canon characters will be killed off in this fic!)
Summary: After the Quest, Frodo comes down with a serious illness, and journeys to Harad in search of better health.
Characters: Frodo, Sam, Elrond, Eowyn, Faramir, Merry, Pippin, an OC named Kalil (partly in tribute to Claudia's own Khalil), other supporting OCs, appearances by Aragorn and possibly Arwen. Others TBA, if any.
Disclaimer: I do not own and have not created any of J.R.R. Tolkien's work, neither characters nor world nor any of his concepts. I'm just playing in the sandbox, with no ill intent. Original characters, including (but not limited to) Kalil are my own creation, and I would appreciate it if they weren't used without asking. (Unlike Tolkien, I'm not dead!) This fic meets FrodoHealers standards and is free from profanity, sex, and slash.
Notes: Sam lovers, I think this is a fic you'll enjoy, as it strongly features his voice and viewpoint. Frodo lovers, this is definitely a fic you'll enjoy, especially if you're an old-school FrodoHealers fan. Faramir and Eowyn, Merry and Pippin will all have significant roles to play throughout this fic, though it takes a few chapters to get there. Also, please note that I have chosen Indian food for the predominant culinary culture of Harad. I realize that it may well be closer to Middle Eastern cookery, but I wanted to give it a distinctive tie and recognizable flavor, and I chose Indian. No ill will intended if you prefer a different interpretation; just know that this is my interpretation only and I realize it isn't the only potential take on Haradraic food out there.
CHAPTER FOUR
Well, now that we had that settled, it was down to me to talk to Mr. Frodo about going, we decided. Not that I was sure he'd be too keen on it, but he was likely to take it better from me, we figured, than anybody else.
So I let Lady Eowyn and Queen Arwen get him all settled, seeing as they wanted to get his bath ready for us, and then when I got him in the tub, I started talking right afer I started washing.
"Reckon Lord Elrond and Strider think a change o'climate might help you some," I tried. "Some place warmer, maybe drier, and not too terrible far from here."
"Do you think it might help?"
His poor voice sounded so plaintive and pitiful that I don't reckon my heart was far from breaking in two, but I tried to smile as I gave a nod. "I do think they could be right. It's worth a chance, leastways I think it is. Lord Faramir and Lady Eowyn, they're going to somewhere might be nice for you, and they think they'd be just happy to take you and me and Mr. Merry and Master Pippin along too, and Lady Eowyn says she'd help me take good care o'you too, and make sure you were good and safe."
"Is it very far? How would we travel? I don't think I could manage walking any distance just now."
"Oh, no, sir, we wasn't thinking that at all! We was thinking of a wagon for you to ride in, all covered up nice and shady, where you could stay good and comfortable, much as any travel's ever comfortable. It's a few days' journey, I think, but not too terrible far. Strider could get to you, or you back to him, if it come to that, I think. And you'd have all of us there to look after you. You know me and the others wouldn't never leave you."
"Perhaps, then. What is the place?"
Now it come to it. "It's called Harad. It's the country o'them foreign folk, but Strider says they seem real glad to be rid o'the Dark Lord and all, and happy to have a good king for a change, and though we'll want to be right careful, I reckon we'll be as safe there as anywhere down this way. Probably not half as dangerous as where you and I've been all this time."
"Then we shall go. Perhaps it would be nice to travel a little. See the world, and not on our feet for a change. I could fancy a warmer climate, truly."
Whew.
"I wonder what kind of food they have there...."
Well, now, that was the first interest in food I'd heard in the better part of two months, even in passing. So I thought I'd better run with that.
"I don't reckon as I know a lot about it, but Lord Elrond and Strider said they have nice food...especially fruit, lots o'fresh fruit, and tasty spices to go in things, and real interesting stuff at the markets, too, meat and vegetables and stuff roasted all on long sticks, and spiced or fried-up nuts, and all kinds of good things to munch on. We're going to want to visit the markets, from what I hear, and probably pretty often. Lady Eowyn and Lord Faramir could push you in a wheeled-chair and you wouldn't have to do a thing but sit there and enjoy the sun warm on your face, and let me hand you nice things to taste of."
"I should like that. Mmm." He closed his eyes, leaning back against the towel I'd set out for him. "Thank you, Sam. I know this must be hard for you, especially the thought of going to such a strange place."
"Anything for you, sir."
And I meant it, too.
-to be continued-
