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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."