FIC: "Into the East" (PG, 11/?) by Febobe
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febobeWhat's the cure for the publishing blues? Why, publish another chapter of "Into the East," of course!
And I'll post the next chapter in just a moment here, since this one's kinda short. Stay tuned. :)
-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. A word about Kalil and the Haradrim: I intend absolutely no disrespect to any culture or language. But the people of Harad would look and seem strange to Sam, Shire hobbit that he is, and more so than the fair-skinned elves and Big Folk he knew well. As for Kalil's language, I realize some people are fluent in multiple languages, but Kalil isn't as fluent as some people. I think he does pretty well myself!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Well, Mr. Frodo took another couple coughing spells, but he drank some water for me, and then he seemed a little easier, and Kalil came and talked to him real soft, though I was close enough I could hear.
"Little master, we must keep you quiet in bed for at least a day, so you rest. We give you easy things to swallow and good medicine to make you feel better. You must not try to move much, and let us take care of you. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good." He stroked Mr. Frodo's curls back. "Good little master."
"I'm thirsty," Mr. Frodo said, and Kalil asked Eowyn to get him some more cool water, and she did. I gave it to him real careful, holding his head up just enough for him to drink, tipping the cup to his lips easy. He didn't choke nor nothing, and drank the whole thing down.
About that time the stuff that Kalil asked for got brought in, so he mixed up ginger and mustard and honey and gave Mr. Frodo some o'that on a spoon. Mr. Frodo kind o'wrinkled his nose a little when he took it, but he took it all right and swallowed it down.
"Will you stay with us?" Faramir asked the man. "At least until Frodo is better, though I would prefer it if you would consider moving into the house on a permanent basis, so you can help Frodo whenever he needs you."
"Of course, sir, of course," Kalil said, and he bowed deep to Faramir. "Whatever is desired." He looked at me. "You and I get to know each other. We work together to help little master."
Well, I couldn't help that warming me all through. Taking care of Mr. Frodo might be my job, but there hadn't never been no Shire remedies I knew of helping consumption, and clearly Mr. Frodo needed somebody helping him who knew loads more about it than I did. So I sort o'smiled at him, and nodded.
"I'll do my best. Where Mr. Frodo's concerned, I expect the best, too."
-to be continued-
And I'll post the next chapter in just a moment here, since this one's kinda short. Stay tuned. :)
-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. A word about Kalil and the Haradrim: I intend absolutely no disrespect to any culture or language. But the people of Harad would look and seem strange to Sam, Shire hobbit that he is, and more so than the fair-skinned elves and Big Folk he knew well. As for Kalil's language, I realize some people are fluent in multiple languages, but Kalil isn't as fluent as some people. I think he does pretty well myself!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Well, Mr. Frodo took another couple coughing spells, but he drank some water for me, and then he seemed a little easier, and Kalil came and talked to him real soft, though I was close enough I could hear.
"Little master, we must keep you quiet in bed for at least a day, so you rest. We give you easy things to swallow and good medicine to make you feel better. You must not try to move much, and let us take care of you. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good." He stroked Mr. Frodo's curls back. "Good little master."
"I'm thirsty," Mr. Frodo said, and Kalil asked Eowyn to get him some more cool water, and she did. I gave it to him real careful, holding his head up just enough for him to drink, tipping the cup to his lips easy. He didn't choke nor nothing, and drank the whole thing down.
About that time the stuff that Kalil asked for got brought in, so he mixed up ginger and mustard and honey and gave Mr. Frodo some o'that on a spoon. Mr. Frodo kind o'wrinkled his nose a little when he took it, but he took it all right and swallowed it down.
"Will you stay with us?" Faramir asked the man. "At least until Frodo is better, though I would prefer it if you would consider moving into the house on a permanent basis, so you can help Frodo whenever he needs you."
"Of course, sir, of course," Kalil said, and he bowed deep to Faramir. "Whatever is desired." He looked at me. "You and I get to know each other. We work together to help little master."
Well, I couldn't help that warming me all through. Taking care of Mr. Frodo might be my job, but there hadn't never been no Shire remedies I knew of helping consumption, and clearly Mr. Frodo needed somebody helping him who knew loads more about it than I did. So I sort o'smiled at him, and nodded.
"I'll do my best. Where Mr. Frodo's concerned, I expect the best, too."
-to be continued-
