The Elfling || A Frodo Baggins Love Story

The Council/The Fellowship

A few days later, as promised by Lord Elrond, Frodo began to stir awake

“W-Where am I?” Frodo asked. 

  “You are in the House of Elrond,” Gandalf’s voice replied. “And it is ten o’clock in the morning. On October the twenty-fourth, if you wanted to know.”

  Frodo finally opened his eyes. 

  “Gandalf!” he greeted, looking relieved. 

  “Yes, I’m here,” Gandalf replied reassuringly. He still gnawed at the pipe he was smoking. “And you're lucky to be here, too. A few more hours, and you would have been beyond our aid. But you have some strength in you, my dear Hobbit.” 

  Frodo slowly sat up in the bed, and I helped him by grabbing his upper arm and pulling him gently to a sitting position. He winced in pain and clutched his shoulder. At least he didn’t try to claw at it like he had been in the past. 

  “What happened, Gandalf?” Frodo asked. “Why didn't you meet us?”

  “Oh, I am sorry, Frodo. Eirina,” he apologized. He hesitated for a moment before continuing, “I was delayed. A friendship with Saruman is not lightly thrown aside.” 

  He looked deep in thought, which immediately got Frodo concerned. 

  “Gandalf? What is it?”

  “Nothing, Frodo,” Gandalf reassured. 

  “Mr. Frodo!” said Samwise excitedly. He rushed in and immediately shoved me aside. I didn't blame him. Instead of getting mad, I just chuckled at his excitement to seeing his best friend being alive. 

  “Sam!” said Frodo with relief. 

  “Bless you, you”re awake!” 

  “Neither Eirina nor Sam have left your side,” Gandalf informed Frodo, who looked amused and slightly confused. 

  Lord Elrond came in and I went over to him. Sam continued speaking.

  “We were that worried about you. Were we, Mr. Gandalf, sir? And Eirina?”

  “By the skills of Lord Elrond and the help of Lady Eirina,” Gandalf replied as he looked over at the two of us with a knowing look, “you’re beginning to mend.” 

  “Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins,” Elrond greeted him. 

  Frodo was recovering tremendously. He seemed stronger than I thought, and I was relieved. Unfortunately, he still felt some pain in his shoulder at night, and Lord Elrond still had to come in and take the pain from his wound nearly every night before bed. And he still suffered from intense nightmares that happened nearly every night, and I would always be at his side to help comfort him when he needed it. Most nights, it would just end with us cuddling together on the bed, with him resting his head on my chest. I knew he felt more comfortable, and more protected that way, with my arms wrapped protectively around his waist. 

  Almost a week after Frodo had fully recovered, different races from Middle-Earth came to a meeting. Frodo and I were invited, but not the rest of our Hobbit friends. The Middle-Earth civilians ranged from Men, to Elves, to Dwarves. Frodo and I were the only Hobbits to attend the meeting. I sat next to Frodo, and Frodo sat next to Gandalf.

“Strangers from distant lands, friends of old,” Lord Elrond greeted. “You have been summoned to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands on the brink of destruction. None can escape it! You shall unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound to this one doom!” There was an intense pause as Lord Elrond's eyes swept through the circle. His eyes finally landed on Frodo’s. “Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.”