I Will Stay By Your Side: Frodo X Fem! Reader

I Will Stay By Your Side: Frodo x Fem! Reader

@mnmerrit6902​ said: I’d like to request a Frodo Baggins imagine? Scenario: Frodo gets stabbed on Weathertop and y/n stays at his side and she gets extremely protective of him, even while he’s recovering and she never leaves his side.

I absolutely love this! It’s been a while since I’ve done a request for Lord of The Rings. Frodo is such a sweet Hobbit and didn’t at all deserve what he went through. I honestly wish he could have stayed in Middle Earth in Return of The King. I’m getting off track. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this. 

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You looked at Frodo, all packed for the journey your friend would have to take. Frodo sighed and smiled sadly. 

“[Y/N], I’m sorry, but you can’t come with me. Not this time.” He said. You smiled and rose your eyebrows in challenge. 

“Have you not learned how stubborn I can be? Frodo, both Bilbo and Gandalf asked me not to leave you, to stick with you and protect you. And that is what I will do. I will stay by your side, and you aren’t going to get rid of me.” You said. Frodo smiled and sighed. 

“Well, the more the merrier.” He said. 

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It had been a few days since you and your fellow Hobbits, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin had left the Shire and made for the village of Bree. There, you had met a Ranger of the North called Strider, who had claimed to be a friend of Gandalf the Gray. You all hurriedly followed Strider away from Bree, across country.  

“Where are you taking us?” Frodo asked as Strider walked ahead of the four of you.  “Into the wild.” Strider muttered. Merry walked up closer to you and Frodo, who were walking close behind Strider.  “How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?” Merry asked warily.  Frodo glanced back at Merry. 

“I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer, but feel fouler.” Frodo said. Merry glared at Strider’s back.  “He’s foul enough.” Merry muttered. You vaguely saw Strider tilt his head, as if hearing into the conversation. You looked at Merry. 

“We have no choice but to trust him. Besides, if Frodo trusts him, then so do I.” You said. Frodo looked at you with a thankful smile. Merry let out a breath. Sam, who was at the back of the group and leading a poor pony named Bill, asked,  “But where is he leading us?” Strider spoke up so that all of you could hear.  “To Rivendell Master Gamgee.” Strider called. “To the House of Elrond.” Strider said. Your eyes widened. Rivendell, but that was the home of the Elves.  “D'you hear that!” Sam asked, his voice layered with excitement. “Rivendell! We’re going to see the elves!” Sam said.  You all continued to walk through the woodland. Through rain and snow, only stopping to rest at nightfall. 

You all continued to walk over the top of the hills, arriving at the ruins of a temple. Strider stared at the ruins.  “This was the great watch tower of Amon Sol,” Strider said. He turns to look at you all. “We shall rest here tonight.” He said. You breathed heavily from walking, thankful to be sitting down and a chance to catch your breath. Strider looked down upon the valley, the wind blowing through his hair. Strider turned back and bent down. He unwrapped some small swords and handed them to each of you. “These are for you. Keep them close. I’m going to have a look around.” Strider said. Each Hobbit unsheathed their swords, looking at them in aw. Strider looked back at you all. “Stay here.” He said, and walked off. You looked down at your sword and pulled it out of its scabbard. The pommel was silver, while the grip was a dark black leather. The fuller and edge were silver as well, looking very sharp, ready to defend and kill if need be. After a few hours, you saw Frodo sitting on the edge of the ruins. You walked over. 

“Thinking about Gandalf?” You asked. Frodo looked at you as you sat next to him, pulling your skirt down over your legs to keep them warm. Frodo sighed and nodded, looking out over the fields again. 

“I was so hopeful that he would have been at the Prancing Pony, but he wasn’t,” he looked over at you. “I’m worried, [Y/N].” He said. You sighed and gave him a smile. You took his hand in yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. 

“I’m worried to, Frodo. I, honestly have no idea what this journey will bring to us, but I can promise you this,” Frodo looked away for a moment. You placed your hand on his cheek and gently turned his head towards you. “Gandalf is a wise and powerful wizard. If he didn’t meat us at the Prancing Pony, then he will most certainly meet us at Rivendell.” You said. You gently stroked your thumb against is soft cheek. “Do not give up hope, Frodo Baggins. I am here for you, and I will stay by your side.” You said. Frodo stared into your eyes, seeing the sincerity and honesty behind them. Frodo gave a smile and covered your hand with his own. 

“Thank you, [Y/N]. I’m so happy you’re here with me.” He said. You smiled. 

“Sleep now, Frodo. We will be to Rivendell before you know it.” You said. Frodo sighed and lay down, resting his head in your lap. You gently ran your fingers through his curls, helping him to close his eyes. 

~~~

 “My tomato’s burst!” A voice whispered. You jumped, hearing a voice whisper. You opened your eyes and realized that you yourself had fallen asleep. You looked around and your eyes widened at what you saw. Merry, Pippin, and Sam were sitting around a fire, making a meal. Your eyes widened. If they had this going, this would lead the Nazgul right to you all! 

“What are you doing?” You shouted, shaking Frodo from his sleep. Merry gestured to the fire. 

“Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon.” Merry said. Sam was holding two plates in his hands. 

“Saved some for you Mr. Frodo, Ms. [Y/N].” Sam said. While you appreciated Sam thinking about both you and Frodo, now was not the time for a fire nor was it the time for food. Frodo scrambled to his feet. 

“Put it out you fools! Put it out!” Frodo shouted, stamping on the fire, putting it out.  “Well that’s nice! That’s nice!  Ash on my tomatoes!” Pippen complained. Suddenly, bone chilling screeches of the Nazgul were heard. Your eyes widened and the four of you rushed to the edge of the ruins, looking down at the fields. Your breathing picked up as you saw the see four Nazgul striding towards the Watch Tower. You swallowed heavily. 

“I don’t think your tomatoes matter at the moment, Pip.” You muttered, fear evident in your voice. Frodo suddenly drew his sword and pushed you all.   “Go!” He shouted. Despite you wanting to stay put and hide, your were forced to run with your friends. The four of you arrived to stand in the middle of a circle of pillars, standing back to back. You all looked around frantically, your hearts beating out of control, looking for any sign of the evil hunting you. Suddenly Frodo stopped and looked between two pillars. A Nazgul slowly advanced between them. Frodo looked horrified. The Nazgul drew his sword and held it before its face. Five Nazgul now walk slowly towards you all, swords held in front of them. As they got closer they held their swords out pointed towards the group, who were walking backwards. Sam was the first to find his courage.  “Back you Devils!” He shouted. He swung at one of the Nazgul with his sword. It did very little as the Nazgul swiped back at him knocking him back into a rock. You stood in front of Frodo protectively as one of the Nazgul grabbed Merry and Pippen, throwing them aside. Frodo backed away and dropped his sword. You turned in shock and fear. 

“Frodo!” You shouted. You glared at the Nazgul. “I will kill you if you touch him!” You shouted. Though you were terrified, you knew you had to be brave for Frodo. Frodo scrambled backwards until he was against a rock. One of the Nazgul screeched as you swung your sword with absolutely no technique, trying to keep them away. The Nazgul grabbed your cloak and tossed you aside. Your head collided painfully with the rocks around you, making black dots swim before your vision. Through your fuzzy vision, you saw Frodo, who looked terrified. He quickly put the ring on a disappeared. You gasped when you heard Frodo’s cry of pain, the Nazgul looking as if it hadn’t stabbed anything. There as a familiar shout and Strider arrived with a burning torch and waved it around the Nazgul, scaring them away from Frodo. Frodo, groaning with pain, removed the Ring. You shook the darkness away and scrambled to your feet. “Frodo!” You shouted, rushing to Frodo’s side with Sam. Frodo looked at the two of you, grasping your hand in pain. 

“Oh [Y/N], Sam.” Frodo muttered, tears of pain streaming down his face. Strider continued to fight off the Nazgul who are screeching, with torch and sword. Strider set light to the clothing of the Nazgul with his torch, scaring them away from the Watch Tower, whilst you and the other Hobbits huddled around Frodo. From behind him, Strider senses the last Nazgul and throws the burning torch into its face. It ran away. Frodo was still moaning with pain. You looked over at the Ranger. 

“Strider!” You shouted. Strider quickly made his way over to you four. You looked at him with pleading eyes. “Help him Strider!” You pleaded. Strider picked up a dropped sword on the ground.  “He’s been stabbed by a Morgul blade.” Strider said. The sword suddenly burnt up and disappeared into ash. Strider dropped the sword, the weapon falling to the ground with a clank. “This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs elvish medicine.” Strider said. He quickly picked Frodo up and carried him away. You all ran through the woodland, hearing the screeches of the Nazgul behind you. Your eyes remained on Frodo. 

“Hurry!” Strider called. The three of you tried to keep up with Strider’s long strides. (slight pun intended). 

“It’s six days from Rivendell! He’ll never make it!” Sam shouted. You looked back at the Hobbit. 

“Don’t give up hope, Sam!” You shouted. You looked back at Frodo. “Hold on, Frodo.” You muttered.

~~~

Frodo was lying on the ground staring upwards at some huge stone trolls. His head was resting in your lap, you were, as comfortingly as you could, running your fingers through his hair. Sam looked down at Frodo. His skin was pale and his eyes were clouded. 

“Look Frodo. It’s Mr. Bilbo’s trolls.” Sam said, smiling slightly. You watched in worry as Frodo gasped for breath. 

”Frodo?” You asked. You pressed your hands against his cheeks and looked at Strider in worry. “He’s going cold!” You shouted. Strider stood between the trolls holding a torch aloft. Pippin looked at the Ranger in worry. 

“Is he going to die?” Pippin asked. You quickly went back to stroking Frodo’s hair, trying to bring him comfort. You did not know what pain he was feeling, but from the looks of it, he as in immense pain. Strider walked over and looked down at Frodo.  “He’s passing into the Shadow world.  He’ll soon become a wraith like them.” Strider said. Your heart leapt as Frodo gasped again. You sniffed, trying to blink back tears. 

”Oh Frodo, hang on, please.” You whispered. You bent down and gently pressed your lips against his cold forehead. You gasped and looked up as screeches were heard through the woodland. Merry looked around, his eyes widening.  “They’re close!” He said. Strider looked to Sam.  “Sam! Do you know the Athelas plant?” Strider asked. Sam looked at the Ranger. “Athelas?” Sam asked. Strider nodded.  “Kingsfoil.” Strider said. Sam’s eyes widened in recognition of the name. 

“Kingsfoil, aye, its a weed!” Sam said. “It may help to slow the poison. Hurry!” Strider said. 

You continued to check on Frodo’s temperature, noticing he was going colder and colder by the minute. Suddenly, you heard the sound of a horse. You looked up and saw a beautiful woman. She dismounted and walked toward him. 

“Frodo Im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin. Tolo dan na galad.”* The woman muttered. You recognized the language as Elvish. Frodo gasped and turned away from the woman. You lowered your body over Frodo’s protectively, not wanting anything to harm him more. You looked at Strider. He walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder. 

”Do not worry. She is a friend.” He said. With Strider’s reassurance, you leaned up, allowing the She-Elf to get close to Frodo. 

“Who is she?” You heard Merry ask quietly. The She-Elf mopped Frodo’s brow. Strider chewed up some Athelas. 

“Frodo.” The She-Elf called. Frodo was still gasping, not hearing a word anyone was saying. 

“She’s an elf!” Sam whispered back, answering Merry’s question. The She-Elf looked at Frodo.  “He’s fading.” She said. You gasped in horror as she pulled back Frodo’s shirt to reveal the wound, which was a dark black. It seemed to be spreading. Strider put the chewed Athelas into the wound. Frodo gasped in pain as the Athelas worked to slow the poison in Frodo’s body. “He’s not going to last.  We must get him to my father.” The She-Elf said. Your heart leapt as Strider picked Frodo up, carrying him with Arwen beside him. “I’ve been looking for you for two days,” the She-Elf said as Strider carried Frodo to the horse. “There are five wraiths behind you, where the other four are I do not know.” She said. Strider placed Frodo onto the Horse. He turned to face the She-Elf. 

“Dartho guin perian. Rych le ad tolthathon.”* Strider said. It seemed like he was speaking in Elvish as well. 

“Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im.”* The She-Elf argued. You could see Strider shake his head.  “Andelu i ven.”* He seemed to be trying to convince her of something. “What are they saying?” Pippin asked. You shook your head. 

”I don’t know, Pip.” You said. The She-Elf looked at Strider.  “Frodo fir. Ae athradon i hir, tur gwaith nin beriatha hon.”* The She-Elf said. “I do not fear them.” She said. Strider sighed and took the She-Elf’s hand, holding it tightly. Just from their interaction, you knew that these two had a history together. 

“Be iest lin.”* Strider said. The She-Elf smiled slightly. She quickly mounted her horse behind Frodo, who was still having trouble breathing. Strider looked at the She-Elf. “Ride hard. Don’t look back.” Strider said. Glancing at Strider once again, the She-Elf turned to her horse. 

“Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim!”* The She-Elf said. Without a second thought, the horse sped off, taking Frodo further away from you. Your stomach twisted in worry for your friend, not knowing when you might see him again. Sam raced up to Strider.

“What’re you doing?  Those wraiths are still out there!” Sam shouted. Strider looked on, just as worried as Sam was. 

*I am Arwen. I have come to help you. Hear my voice. Come back to the light

*Stay with the Hobbits. I will send horses back for you.

*I’m the faster rider. I’ll take him.

*The road is too dangerous

*Frodo’s dying. If I can get across the river, the power of my people will protect him.

*As you wish.

*Ride fast, Asfaloth, ride fast

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You looked around in aw at Rivendell. The home of the Elves were truly magnificent places. The Lord of the House, Elrond, welcomed you, Sam, Merry, Pippin and Strider warmly, providing you places to sleep. Before you rested, you requested to see Frodo. Elrond personally lead you there. 

“He is quite resilient. Most would not survive long from being stabbed by a Morgul blade.” Elrond said. You smiled slightly, hoping, praying to the Valor that Frodo had survived. Elrond lead you into the room where Frodo slept. You gasped lightly at your friend. He was laying in bed, dressed in white pajamas. The color was slowly returning to his face. He no longer looked like he was in pain. You walked over and stood by the bed. You gently gripped his hand. “I will leave you be.” Elrond said, giving the two of you some privacy. He closed the door behind him, leaving you and Frodo alone. You pulled up a chair next to the bed. Tears came to your eyes as you remembered the pain Frodo was in. How his eyes clouded over. How his lips went blue and his skin cold and pale. 

“Y-You are so strong, Frodo,” you whispered, gently stroking his hand. “I wish I could be like you. So strong, so resilient. So kind,” you pressed a kiss to his hand. “I will stay by your side, Frodo. I will never let anything hurt you again. I swear it.” You whispered. Soon, exhaustion took over and you found yourself falling asleep. 

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When you came to, you felt a hand brushing through your hair. You heard two familiar voices. 

“She has not left your side.” Gandalf. Gandalf was here! 

“She told me she would stay by my side. She brought me comfort, when I was fading. She was my light.” Frodo. Frodo was awake! Forcing your eyes open, you blinked for a moment to clear your sight. You looked up and saw Gandalf. A smile came to your lips. 

“Gandalf! You’re here!” You said. Gandalf smiled and nodded. 

“Yes, my dear [Y/N]. I’m here.” He said. The weight of a hand on your head lifted and you rose your head. Your eyes bore into those beautiful blue eyes that you thought you would never see again. Tears of happiness came to your eyes. 

“Oh Frodo,” You whispered. You sat up and pulled Frodo into a hug. His familiar arms wrapped around your waist. Frodo’s breath tickled the exposed skin of your upper neck. You sighed in content. You pulled away and gently cupped Frodo’s cheeks in your hands. “Now I am never going to leave your side. Not for a long while.” You said. Frodo chuckled and smiled. Placing his hands over yours. 

“Well, I’m glad. I quite enjoy your company, [Y/N].” Frodo said. 

~~~ //I hope you like this. If not, I’m more than happy to rewrite it.// 

Calming Harry Down When He's Stressed

It's been hours since Cedric Diggory's death. Everyone was now in their common rooms, or sleeping in their dorms. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't sleep. A lot was on my mind. Harry's declaration that Voldemort was back, him almost being killed twice in the same night, and me being in the center of it all. I couldn't imagine all the pain Harry must be in. Finally, I could not go to sleep. I sighed and sat up. I put on my houserobe and quietly made my way out of the girl's dorm where everyone else was sleeping quite peacefully. Nobody seemed to have a care in the world that Voldemort was back. I needed a place to sit and think. So the Gryffindor common room was my only choice. But when I got down there, someone else was already sitting on the couch. I realized that it was Harry. I could hear his quiet sobs, causing my heart to break for him. "Harry?" I asked in a careful voice. He jumped, looking startled. He whipped around to face me before hastily wiping his eyes with his sleeve. I felt awful for him and sat down next to his trembling body. He continued to sob quietly, unable to keep it any longer. "Shh," I cooed softly as I took the poor boy into my arms. I rubbed his upper arm with my hand in an attempt to comfort him. I pulled him towards me. He was now so close to me that his head rested on my chest. "It's okay, sweetheart," I murmured softly as I ran my fingers through his mess of raven-brown hair. "It's going to be okay." "No it's not, y/n," he answered, weeping quietly. "What do you mean, love?" "Voldemort's back. Everyone that I love and care for will be in danger. On top of that, I will be in even further danger with a death threat looming over my head for a long time. I'm scared, y/n. I'm scared that no one will believe that he's back." I brought the poor, scared boy closer to me, hugging him tightly in an attempt to comfort him. "I believe you, sweetheart," I replied. And it was true. I did believe him. The way he confessed that he was back, he sounded so scared. And I didn't blame him. Harry looked up at me with those big blue eyes of his. They were one of the many things that I loved about Harry. "You do?" he asked, sounding eager and hopeful. "Of course I do, love," I cooed. "You're my best friend. I'll be here for you every step of the way. I promise."

Three Year's Past

Imagine: It's the third-year anniversary of the anniversary of Weathertop, and the pain in Frodo's right shoulder, obviously, comes back, and the reader has to comfort him in any way she can.

Today was like any other day in the Shire. It's been almost four years since we saved Middle-Earth from further destruction from the once-mighty Sauron.

The entire Shire was quiet, like it usually was. I sat in my usual chair in the living room of Bag End. While Frodo and I aren't married, we're both really close friends. But recently, we've confessed our feelings to each other. He said that I am the reason why he'd delayed his voyage to the Undying Lands (aka the Valinor).

He said that I was his rock.

His support.

His lifeline.

It was quite quiet, until a sudden crash came from the room that Frodo and I shared. That immediately caught my attention, and I immediately realized, with a jolt in my stomach, that it was the third "anniversary" of the night on Weathertop when Frodo got stabbed by the Morgul Blade. It had been a really stressful time for all of us at the time. For me, especially. We were all desperate for Frodo to make it out alive when he got stabbed.

"FRODO!" I cried out in alarm. I set down my book, only to have it drop to the floor. I didn't bother putting it back on the chair. I was much more focused on getting to Frodo quickly than worrying about a simple book.

I reached the room the two of us shared, and immediately found Frodo tossing and turning in the bed. His eyes were squeezed and closed in pain, his body wrapped tightly in the bedsheets that we had, trying to prevent the cold from becoming too much. I hated to see him be in pain.

I stepped carefully over the broken glass cup that I'd set down for him last night when he had one of his gruesome nightmares, and I was at his side in an instant. I held his hand, preventing him from messing with his mostly-healed wound. Slowly, Frodo opened his eyes, which were full of pain. He relaxed slightly when he saw me.

"Frodo," I murmured softly as he stared up at me with his big blue eyes. I put my other free hand on his cheek as he struggled to breathe properly. I could tell that he was trying to focus on me. I held his hand tightly and he squeezed it back for support. "Focus on me, sweetheart," I tried to reassure him. "Focus on my face." He tried to focus on my face, but ended up giving another cry of pain. He squeezed his eyes shut, and whimpered with pain. A tear slid down his cheek and I gently wiped it away with a shaking hand.

"His blade," he managed to choke out. "I-I can feel his blade."

"Miss y/n?" said the sudden, concerned voice of Samwise Gamgee.

My ears pricked up whenever I heard Sam's voice.

"Sam?!" I said in a hopeful voice.

"Y/n? Where are you?!"

"In the bedroom, Samwise!" I shouted in reply. "I need you here for a second! It's urgent!"

Sam's hurried footsteps sounded across the hall and into the room. When his eyes fell on Frodo, his face immediately went pale. His eyes then went up to me.

"I'll get the Athelas plant that Aragorn sent with us. It won't take me long, I'll just need to boil the water with the Athelas quickly, and I'll bring it over here as soon as I can."

I nodded hastily.

"Alright, Sam. And can you bring me a washcloth as well?"

Sam nodded. "Of course, Miss y/n."

And with that, he took off. The entire time Sam was gone, I continued to comfort Frodo with the best of my abilities. I held his hand and ran my fingers softly through his hair, as he once admitted that this action made him relax. I often brushed my fingers gently through his soft brown curls whenever he felt stressed, when he felt sick, or when he had just woken up from a nightmare. His breathing shook as he took in each pained breath.

"Y/n. . . . y/n. . . .," he whimpered as he gripped my hand tightly again. He seemed almost delirious with pain. His blue eyes clouded over and his eyes rolled into the back of his head momentarily.

"Shh," I whispered in a soft voice. I got down on my knees and placed a hand gently on his cheek, stroking his cheekbone softly. I wiped away another stray tear that slid down his skin. "It's alright, sweetheart. I'm right here."

"Everything hurts." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, to get rid of the pain.

"I know," I murmured, still trying to keep my voice soft. "Sam will be here with the Athelas plant soon. The Athelas should help soothe the pain."

A few minutes later, Sam came back with the bowl of Athelas-infused water, and a washcloth.

"Thank you, Sam," I said in a grateful voice as I took the bowl and the washcloth away from him.

"Of course, Miss y/n." He glanced anxiously at his best friend. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be here around the house."

I nodded and Sam walked out of the room.

"Okay, Frodo," I cooed in a soft voice. He glanced up at me with pain-filled, wide eyes. "I'm going to treat your wound. You can hold onto my hand if the pain becomes too much for you, alright?"

He nodded, whimpering slightly, and he managed to shift his body, wincing as he did. I unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt (without trying to feel embarrassed), grabbed the washcloth, dunked it in the boiling water, and gently placed it on his wound, gently massaging it. He winced but managed to keep himself calm. I could soon see the look of relief washing over his face as the Athelas plant began to get into effect, and he relaxed a little bit, much to my relief.

Once I could see that he was no longer in any pain, I put away the bowl and the washcloth and climbed into the bed that we shared. In an instant, Frodo snuggled up to me, resting his head gently on my chest, and an arm around my waist. I returned the same favor by wrapping a gentle arm protectively around his waist, bringing him closer to my side to keep him safe. I smiled softly to myself, getting rather comfortable. I began to drift off to sleep again before I heard Frodo's sleepy voice speaking.

"Thank you, y/n."

I chuckled softly and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. He responded by snuggling further into me.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," I cooed softly. I ran my fingers through his hair, comforting him with the best of my ability. "Anything to make my sweet hobbit feel better. I will do anything to protect you, and to keep you safe. I promise."

I absolutely love your writing❤️ and I would like to know if you could do a imagine of dating Frodo or something along those lines

***I struggled a little bit with this one, but I hope that you like it all the same :)! Lemme know if you want me to change anything! Also, I wasn't sure what gender you wanted me to use, so I chose gender neutral for this one. Lemme know if you want that changed as well!***

You'd always admired Frodo and became quick friends before he randomly disappeared for nearly two years. You never got the opportunity to tell him how much you loved him, and you nearly lost that chance. And now, you were starting to lose hope that he would never return.

You kept Bag End clean while he was away. And every day, you kept looking out the window in hopes that he would return. Just as you were beginning to lose hope, however, a knock sounded at the door, causing you to jump.

Your heart pounded as you slowly made your way to the door, praying and hoping that it wasn't the Sackville-Bagginses. They've been pressuring you quite a bit to sell Bag End, but you bluntly refused, saying, "This is still Frodo's property. No one is having it."

You grasped the handle of the doorknob and carefully turned it. You blinked your eyes multiple times, wondering if what you were seeing was reality or a dream.

There stood your sweet Hobbit that had been gone for a couple of years. He was dressed in luxurious clothing made fit for royalty, and you had to remind yourself that it probably was. The only thing that you noticed that was different, however, was his face.

He no longer looked innocent, jovial, or carefree like he once was. He now looked worn and tired. There was no longer that gleaming light in his eyes that was usually there every time he saw you. Instead, there was a look that troubled him. But his eyes did light up momentarily when you came eye-to-eye with each other, before his expression became weary again.

In an instant, you opened your arms out and he sank into your loving embrace, holding him tightly to you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, causing pleasant shivers to go down your spine. You breathed in his familiar scent.

"Two years, Frodo," you breathed, hugging him tightly. You never wanted to let him go. Not this time. "For two years, you've had me so worried."

"I know," he mumbled tiredly in reply. "I'm so sorry. I would have told you what was going on, if Gandalf hadn't told me that I had to leave so quickly."

"You could have at least left me a note telling you what was going on."

"I didn't want to risk anything, y/n."

You relaxed, knowing that you couldn't stay mad at him forever. You broke the hug and he put his hands on your shoulders, giving you a firm look in the eye.

"How about I make it up for you. We can go on a little date tomorrow morning if you want to. I'll tell you my story."

You rested your forehead gently against his. You could see him closing his eyes at the gentle pressure against his forehead.

"Deal," you whispered in reply.

The next morning, you dressed up in a nice outfit -- one that you wore to Frodo's and Bilbo's birthday party the day before he randomly disappeared without a word. Once Frodo's eyes were on you, his eyes widened, and he blushed brightly in realization.

"Th-That's --" he stuttered as his eyes raked you up and down.

You giggled, smirking at him.

"I know."

The two of you went to a quiet part of the Shire in the woods, before settling yourselves down after spreading the picic blanket on the ground. He told you of his adventures as the two of you feast on your favorite breakfast foods.

Your eyes widened as he told you that he had been stabbed by a deadly blade that could have killed him. How he had offered to take the Ring to Mordor. And how he found the legendary creature, Gollum, who ended up siding with his bad self in the end.

Once his story was over, it was nearly late afternoon, almost time for Afternoon Tea. Your sweet Hobbit seemed relieved to get all the horrors he'd witnessed over the past two years, off his chest. And he now leaned his head on your shoulder in exhaustion. You smiled down at him.

"You have Bilbo's old book, don't you? The one he wrote?"

Frodo looks up at you in surprise, and furrows his eyebrow in confusion.

"Yeah?"

You smirked knowingly at him.

"Why don't you go ahead and write your story?"

***Yikes! Not my best writing ever, but I feel like it's alright. Lemme know if you want me to change anything! And thanks for requestiong :)!***

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Nighttime Comfort

Scenario: The Fellowship decided to rest for the night. Aragorn and Boromir get into an argument of where they should go. Meanwhile, Frodo is struggling to get some sleep, and the reader is the only one who can get him to rest.

Pronouns used: I/Me

"Have you noticed that Mr. Frodo hasn't gotten any sleep for the past couple of days, Miss y/n?" Sam asked.

I looked up at him, a little surprised.

"Yes, I have noticed. He hasn't slept since Lothlorien."

"Someone should tell him that he should get some rest."

Sam got his feet and said, "Someone's got to get him to sleep at least a little bit."

I reached my arm out to pull Sam back to the ground. He looked at me, a little startled.

"No, Sam. Let Frodo be. He's got a lot on his mind at the moment. He needs to be left alone for a little bit."

"Y/n, Mr. Frodo hasn't gotten any sleep since we left Lothlorien. And I'm worried. I'm going to try and convince him to get some rest."

I had no choice but to let Sam go. I sat there in silence before Sam came back a few minutes later, looking incredibly defeated. He heaved a huge sigh before sitting down next to me again. He looked miserable.

"Couldn't get him to fall asleep?" I asked.

"No, Miss y/n," he mumbled. "I really tried to change his mind about getting some sleep, but he won't lie down." He paused before looking hopeful. "Maybe you can help him, Miss y/n?"

I gave him a small smile.

"Sam."

"Please?" he pleaded. "He doesn't listen to me. He hasn't listened to anyone else. You're the only person that he listens to. Please try. If you can't get him to fall asleep, just come back here."

I glanced over at Frodo, who was sitting on the edge of the riverbank. He had his knees pulled to his chest, hugging onto them.

"Okay, I'll try," I finally gave in. I got up and walked quietly over towards Frodo's side. He looked so small, so innocent. I sat down quietly next to him and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. He jumped and turned to face me. He smiled slightly. "Frodo?"

"Hey, y/n," he answered in a miserable voice.

"Can't sleep?"

"It's impossible to sleep, y/n. Especially with the Ring hanging around my neck. It's getting heavier every day," he answered in a miserable voice.

My heart immediately broke for him, and I pulled him into a comforting side hug.

"Oh, Frodo," I murmured in a soft voice. I allowed him to rest his head gently on my shoulder. "I know that it's going to be hard. But I'm going to be with you every step of the way." Frodo looked wearily up at me, giving me a smile of thanks. I took him out of the hug and placed both hands gently on his cheeks. "Have you not gotten any sleep at all, Frodo?"

Frodo blushed, looking incredibly embarrassed.

"No. Not since Lothlorien."

"Frodo. Sweetheart." I got him to look at me and I brushed my thumbs against his cheeks. "You need to at least get some sort of rest."

"I can't, y/n," he answered, though he sounded tired. "It's impossible to sleep with this darn thing around my neck."

"Would it help if I was by your side?" I suggested.

Frodo blushed.

"S-Sure."

I smiled softly at him before I got myself comfortable on the pebbly bank of the river. I used my pack as a substitute pillow before patting my chest, indicating to Frodo that he could rest on it. He blushed again before hesitatingly snuggling into me, with his head resting softly on my chest. I responded by wrapping a protective arm around his waist.

I don't know how long we've laid there, but we soon heard the sound of arguing from nearby. I couldn't exactly hear what they were talking about, but it wasn't good.

"Why should we listen to you?" Boromir spat. "Why can't we just take the Ring to Gondor? We could be more powerful than Sauron himself. We'll have something that he doesn't have."

Frodo's body tensed against mine. His action startled me a little bit, as I thought he had been asleep. I responded by wrapping my arm even more protectively around his waist. With my free hand I ran my fingers repeatedly through his curly dark brown hair.

"But that would get Sauron to find a reason to destroy us!" Aragorn hissed back. "I am not going to take the Ring to Gondor!" He paused before adding, "I do not want to betray Frodo like that."

I allowed myself to relax. At least I knew to trust Aragorn. Boromir, not so much.

The duo took their argument someplace else, allowing me and Frodo to relax a little more. Frodo looked up at me, resting his chin on my chest. His blue eyes wide with fear. He gripped my dress tightly.

"I'm scared, y/n," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Shh. I know, sweetheart," I murmured in a soft voice. I opened my arms out to him and pulled him into another warm hug. He gladly sank into my embrace. "I'll be here to protect you. Always." I pressed a gentle kiss to his curly hair and rested a hand gently on his back. I paused for a second, noticing that Frodo had not gone to sleep again. "Get some sleep, Frodo. I'll be here when you wake up."

Frodo nodded sleepily. And finally, he went to sleep.