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febobeYet another little fic in the Silence AU for Fanfic 100.
-Febobe
Title: Thirsty
Fandom: J.R.R. Tolkien
Characters: Frodo Baggins, Rosie Cotton
Prompt: 051. Water.
Word Count: 387
Rating: PG for mild thematic darkness
Summary: Rosie discovers one of Mr. Frodo's peculiarities.
Author's Notes: These ficlets are set within my Silence AU, in which Frodo never sailed West, but instead continued to live in the Shire with Sam, Rosie, and their growing family. Not a perfect happily-ever-after, thanks to Frodo's continued ill health, but still a warm AU. Warning: I am a foodie writing about hobbits, so some of my ficlets are heavy on the food and/or drink imagery. Consider your notice served!
Mr. Frodo needed special attention, sure enough, that much Rosie knew.
What she wasn't prepared for was what happened when she got busy one day and didn't get his water-pitcher in the bedroom filled back up before he went to his room.
She went in to call him for supper and found him sitting on the bed, propped over pillows, his breathing uneven, sweat beading on his brow.
"Mr. Frodo?"
"Thirsty. . .so thirsty. . . ." His eyes seemed not to see her, nor his ears to hear her voice. It was as if she were not even there. Laying a hand on his brow, she felt no sign of fever, but his forehead was clammy, and he seemed ill.
Only then did she notice the empty water-pitcher.
Fetching a fresh pitcherful of water, she poured some into a tumbler, pouring a bit of warmer water from the hearth-kettle into the wash-basin and setting a cloth to soak before pouring a tumbler of water for him. Holding the drink to his lips, she coaxed him gently. "Come now, Mr. Frodo. There's some cool water for you, nice and fresh."
He drank at once, draining the cup like one parched, and when she was certain his hands were steady enough to hold the cup, she took up the cloth, wrung it out, and bathed his brow.
"Just you try and rest, sir. I'll get you a spoonful of medicine." That was what he needed, surely. A tablespoonful of brandy-tonic was good for what ailed a poorly body. Fetching the bottle, she shook it up, taking the tablespoon she kept in Mr. Frodo's night-table drawer and pouring a dose for him. "Open wide, now."
He obeyed without protest, which worried her: most hobbits protested the taste of medicines. But Mr. Frodo never complained, allowing her to dose him as she thought best. His heart, Sam had said the trouble was, and the great folk had no answers for it, allowing rest and good food and Shire medicines, like the ones her mother had taught her, to be as good as anything they could do in the matter.
Well. At least they weren't all fools.
Spooning in the tonic, Rosie swallowed an anxious sigh.
She couldn't let the water run out again.
She couldn't hurt him like that again.
-the end-
-Febobe
Title: Thirsty
Fandom: J.R.R. Tolkien
Characters: Frodo Baggins, Rosie Cotton
Prompt: 051. Water.
Word Count: 387
Rating: PG for mild thematic darkness
Summary: Rosie discovers one of Mr. Frodo's peculiarities.
Author's Notes: These ficlets are set within my Silence AU, in which Frodo never sailed West, but instead continued to live in the Shire with Sam, Rosie, and their growing family. Not a perfect happily-ever-after, thanks to Frodo's continued ill health, but still a warm AU. Warning: I am a foodie writing about hobbits, so some of my ficlets are heavy on the food and/or drink imagery. Consider your notice served!
Mr. Frodo needed special attention, sure enough, that much Rosie knew.
What she wasn't prepared for was what happened when she got busy one day and didn't get his water-pitcher in the bedroom filled back up before he went to his room.
She went in to call him for supper and found him sitting on the bed, propped over pillows, his breathing uneven, sweat beading on his brow.
"Mr. Frodo?"
"Thirsty. . .so thirsty. . . ." His eyes seemed not to see her, nor his ears to hear her voice. It was as if she were not even there. Laying a hand on his brow, she felt no sign of fever, but his forehead was clammy, and he seemed ill.
Only then did she notice the empty water-pitcher.
Fetching a fresh pitcherful of water, she poured some into a tumbler, pouring a bit of warmer water from the hearth-kettle into the wash-basin and setting a cloth to soak before pouring a tumbler of water for him. Holding the drink to his lips, she coaxed him gently. "Come now, Mr. Frodo. There's some cool water for you, nice and fresh."
He drank at once, draining the cup like one parched, and when she was certain his hands were steady enough to hold the cup, she took up the cloth, wrung it out, and bathed his brow.
"Just you try and rest, sir. I'll get you a spoonful of medicine." That was what he needed, surely. A tablespoonful of brandy-tonic was good for what ailed a poorly body. Fetching the bottle, she shook it up, taking the tablespoon she kept in Mr. Frodo's night-table drawer and pouring a dose for him. "Open wide, now."
He obeyed without protest, which worried her: most hobbits protested the taste of medicines. But Mr. Frodo never complained, allowing her to dose him as she thought best. His heart, Sam had said the trouble was, and the great folk had no answers for it, allowing rest and good food and Shire medicines, like the ones her mother had taught her, to be as good as anything they could do in the matter.
Well. At least they weren't all fools.
Spooning in the tonic, Rosie swallowed an anxious sigh.
She couldn't let the water run out again.
She couldn't hurt him like that again.
-the end-
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