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A treatfic for Vivian_Shaw, creator of the brilliant Alex. :) Hope I'm able to do her a bit of justice!!!!
Disclaimer: In case it's not obvious from the above, I don't own Alex; she's just on loan from her creator, Vivian_Shaw/Alexandra Spar. If you like her, applaud the creator; if you don't, boo my handling of her. (Constructively only, please.)
And now, on with the show. . . . ;D
CHAPTER ONE
Alex was curled up at home reading when it happened.
Thankfully enough, for the presence of that beeper was nothing she'd have been able to explain at work. An acquisition after the events of her last adventures in Middle-earth, she had, with Elrond's help, succeeded in equipping Frodo with a cell phone for emergency-only use and her card, complete with the number for her beeper.
If it were going off now. . .
Standing up, she gave a quick nod of her head, changed into something more suitable - her usual chin-length bob of white hair, accompanied by a dark grey dress belted at the waist by a belt of fine metal and gemstones - before blurring to reappear at Frodo's bedside.
He did not look well.
His tiny face wore a hectic flush, and his dark curls were tousled and damp with perspiration. He had a bad cough to boot, and his breath sounded short, as if his respiration rate were far too quick even for a hobbit.
Yet he looked surprised to see her.
"Wh-what are you doing here?"
"Didn't you call for me?" She knelt by his bed, touching a hand to the overheated brow. "I got the page."
"No. I haven't called."
Blast it. Now Alex was completely and utterly confused. "But why haven't you? You know I said to call if you fell ill again, don't you?" she gentled.
He nodded. "But I've someone to take care of me, so it hardly seemed worth calling and bothering you."
"Who?"
His blue eyes brightened. "Alex, you'd love her."
At the doorway, Lord Elrond cleared his throat loudly. "Frodo, I think you had better take some rest before luncheon. Lady Alex, would you walk with me, please?"
Something in his tone brooked no argument, so Alex rose, patting Frodo's arm. "I'll be back later. Just lie still."
No sooner had they reached the corridor and closed the door behind them than Alex turned to Elrond. "What *is* going on here?"
Elrond sighed, and Alex thought he looked as if he might have a headache. Never mind that; he'll have to find his own caregiver, she thought to herself. "I am the one who called you, Lady Alex. I must confess to taking Frodo's cell phone and placing the call while he slept. I believe that we have grave need of your assistance."
"Who is taking care of Frodo?" Alex frowned. "They aren't back, are they? I thought we got rid of them for good last time."
"We did." Elrond shook his head gravely. "This is even worse." He drew a deep breath and lowered his voice. "She calls herself Primanta Mantussa Donnibrada Baggins - Primanta for short - though obviously she's no hobbit. 'Distant relation,' she says."
"And Frodo buys this?"
"That isn't the worst part." Elrond sighed. "Because she cares for him as a hobbit would - nursing him through food - he trusts her implicitly, and will do anything that she says."
"But she's one of - "
"Them, yes. The leading lady of Them all, as it were. Trust me, you'll know her on sight." Elrond glanced up. "And here she comes now. . . ."
-to be continued-
Disclaimer: In case it's not obvious from the above, I don't own Alex; she's just on loan from her creator, Vivian_Shaw/Alexandra Spar. If you like her, applaud the creator; if you don't, boo my handling of her. (Constructively only, please.)
And now, on with the show. . . . ;D
CHAPTER ONE
Alex was curled up at home reading when it happened.
Thankfully enough, for the presence of that beeper was nothing she'd have been able to explain at work. An acquisition after the events of her last adventures in Middle-earth, she had, with Elrond's help, succeeded in equipping Frodo with a cell phone for emergency-only use and her card, complete with the number for her beeper.
If it were going off now. . .
Standing up, she gave a quick nod of her head, changed into something more suitable - her usual chin-length bob of white hair, accompanied by a dark grey dress belted at the waist by a belt of fine metal and gemstones - before blurring to reappear at Frodo's bedside.
He did not look well.
His tiny face wore a hectic flush, and his dark curls were tousled and damp with perspiration. He had a bad cough to boot, and his breath sounded short, as if his respiration rate were far too quick even for a hobbit.
Yet he looked surprised to see her.
"Wh-what are you doing here?"
"Didn't you call for me?" She knelt by his bed, touching a hand to the overheated brow. "I got the page."
"No. I haven't called."
Blast it. Now Alex was completely and utterly confused. "But why haven't you? You know I said to call if you fell ill again, don't you?" she gentled.
He nodded. "But I've someone to take care of me, so it hardly seemed worth calling and bothering you."
"Who?"
His blue eyes brightened. "Alex, you'd love her."
At the doorway, Lord Elrond cleared his throat loudly. "Frodo, I think you had better take some rest before luncheon. Lady Alex, would you walk with me, please?"
Something in his tone brooked no argument, so Alex rose, patting Frodo's arm. "I'll be back later. Just lie still."
No sooner had they reached the corridor and closed the door behind them than Alex turned to Elrond. "What *is* going on here?"
Elrond sighed, and Alex thought he looked as if he might have a headache. Never mind that; he'll have to find his own caregiver, she thought to herself. "I am the one who called you, Lady Alex. I must confess to taking Frodo's cell phone and placing the call while he slept. I believe that we have grave need of your assistance."
"Who is taking care of Frodo?" Alex frowned. "They aren't back, are they? I thought we got rid of them for good last time."
"We did." Elrond shook his head gravely. "This is even worse." He drew a deep breath and lowered his voice. "She calls herself Primanta Mantussa Donnibrada Baggins - Primanta for short - though obviously she's no hobbit. 'Distant relation,' she says."
"And Frodo buys this?"
"That isn't the worst part." Elrond sighed. "Because she cares for him as a hobbit would - nursing him through food - he trusts her implicitly, and will do anything that she says."
"But she's one of - "
"Them, yes. The leading lady of Them all, as it were. Trust me, you'll know her on sight." Elrond glanced up. "And here she comes now. . . ."
-to be continued-
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Date: 2008-03-24 12:22 pm (UTC)*hugs*