Lord of the Rings, Frodo Baggins/Arwen Undomiel, Table A., 087. Life

[febobe]

Subject Line: Lord of the Rings, Frodo Baggins/Arwen Undomiel, Table A., 087. Life
TITLE: Life-Bonds
AUTHOR: Febobe (Frodo Baggins of Bag End - FBoBE - "Febobe")
FANDOM: Lord of the Rings
PAIRING: Frodo Baggins/Arwen Undomiel
GENRE: Friendship -> light het
TABLE:
PROMPT: 087. Life.
RATING: PG for thematic darkness
WORD COUNT: 208
SUMMARY: Frodo is fading fast, but Arwen is determined to hold him to life.
WARNINGS: Rating for mild thematic darkness only. Yes, this is movieverse. I figured the canon purists were already running screaming in circles anyhow. ;) Might as well make their heads really explode. ;D Additionally, this series is likely to be heavy on the food imagery in places - I *am* writing about a hobbit, after all. So please bear with me!
NOTES: Part of the series of Frodo/Arwen ficlets for Lover100. "Ami" and "Ada" are basically "Mummy" and "Daddy" or something like it in Sindarin - the formal "mother" and "father" are "naneth" and "adar," I believe. And "Lasto beth nin; tolo dan na ngalad," as if everyone didn't already know from the movies, is basically, "Hear my voice; come back to the light." Some Sindarin experts feel free to correct me if I'm wrong; I'm no great expert in Elvish. ;P
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Tolkien's characters; I just like to play with them from time to time. I make no claim of ownership on his creations. Any and all treatments used in this series are purely for fictitious purposes and not to be attempted on humans (having been designed for fictitious hobbits instead). Please consult a qualified health care professional for all your medical needs.

He seems oblivious to my cries as I gather him from my horse and lay him on the shore, hoping the fresh air of the Bruinen will revive him. But he stares up at me with dying blue eyes, and so I gather him close, rocking him in my arms.

No. . .you cannot leave me. Not now. . . .

I have seen Estel wounded, and gravely so, to such degree that Father thought he might not live. And yet I have never felt thus: my heart has never felt as if it might stop with another's, my fea never felt as if it wanted to hold another's up where it threatened to fail on its own. Suddenly I understand why Ada looked so exhausted after tending to Ami for so long.

So I hold him and rock him, trying desperately to warm him in my arms, to infuse him with some of my own life, willing him to live in silent stubborn endurance. Frodo, lasto beth nin; tolo dan na ngalad. . . . I repeat it over and over, a litany of hushed prayer, afraid to move him lest I harm him further.

That is how they find us, on the banks of the Bruinen.

-the end-