Clear Shot 11

[claudia603]

Title: The Clear Shot
Author: Claudia
Rating: PG13
Summary: Faramir and Boromir are on a hunting trip just inside the Shire. Boromir accidentally shoots a hobbit…
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no money from them.
Story Notes: Yikes! Another young!injured!Frodo! What’s wrong with me? :-)

And for purpose of story, Frodo and Faramir and Boromir are about the same age, in their early twenties…

Whee! I finished a fic!


Clear Shot 11


Frodo had to laugh. He imagined that the group of nine gathered around Mrs. Rushlight’s wooden table was the most interesting bunch the kind wife of the healer had ever seen – Frodo and Bilbo, Boromir and Faramir, Sammy, his two little sisters, Gandalf, and the healer.

“I’ve heard so much about you, you dear thing.” The healer’s wife kissed Frodo’s cheek. “I’m so glad you’re all better, though I know Sammy’s going to miss you.”

She had put cushions on the chairs that Frodo and Bilbo sat on so that they could comfortably eat at the table. Frodo’s feet dangled far off the ground, but he was content.

“And I’ll miss him, too.” Sammy looked crushed at the idea of Frodo leaving the next day. “But we will write, won’t we?”

Sammy nodded. “I’ve known my letters for a good while now, though I’ll be starting to learn father’s craft soon.”

“A more noble craft you cannot find,” Gandalf said, winking at the young man.

“Thank you, sir.” For a moment, Sammy seemed to forget his sorrow while he basked under the wizard’s praise.

“You’re heading for the Shire tomorrow?” The healer’s wife asked of Bilbo.

“We hope,” Bilbo said. “The ranger Strider and your husband both gave Frodo the go ahead to travel and I know he misses his home.”

“And,” Frodo added. “Sammy is always welcome to visit, Mrs. Rushlight, though he might have difficulty not banging his head on our ceiling. And I will come back when I’ve recovered more.”

“And someday both of you lads must come to our city,” Boromir said. “You would be most welcome.”

“Yes,” Faramir said. “We would be proud to show you our towers and winding streets. I would have you listen to the trumpets and see our soldiers in their livery.”

Frodo and Sammy beamed at each other.

“Oh, yes,” Frodo said. “We would love that.”

The healer’s wife served steaming plates of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, and something else that made Frodo’s eyes widen in joy.

“Mushrooms!”

“I told her,” Sammy said with a grin. “I said hobbits love mushrooms but she already knew.”

“You can’t live around Bree all your life and not learn something of the Little Folk,” the healer’s wife said. “I got the recipe from a hobbit who works for us.”

Bilbo rubbed Frodo’s shoulder. “My boy’s always loved mushrooms, more so than is natural for even a hobbit.”

Soon food was piled high on everyone’s plates. The fire in the hearth crackled, sending waves of warmth over Frodo. He had never felt so content, surrounded by the people he loved and the people he had come to adore in a short time.

Faramir raised his mug of ale. “A spread this good would be difficult to find even in our castle in Minas Tirith.”

“I must agree,” Boromir said. “If any good came out of this, it is that I have come to a greater appreciation of the people and lands nearly forgotten by Gondor.”

“And I’m glad I got to meet you,” Frodo said. “All of you.”

“Let us have a toast,” Boromir said. “To Minas Tirith, to Bree, to the Shire, and most of all, to Frodo’s recovery.”

“I will second that,” Bilbo said, smiling at Faramir and Boromir.

***


Faramir and Boromir urged their horses through the early morning mist. The chattering of birds was the only other sound, as the sun had barely begun to rise. Faramir’s heart was joyful.

“We will be arriving home much later than father was expecting us, but I am glad beyond words that we turned back.”

“Aye,” Boromir said. “It was a sweet ending, else we would have gone home believing he was dead.”

“He must be truly special,” Faramir said thoughtfully. “He is dear to Gandalf the Gray, and that is no small matter.”

“You can keep your wizards,” Boromir said. “But I will agree that the halfling is dear. I was sad to part from him.”

“I hope he will come to our city one day,” Faramir said. “Or perhaps we will return to these northern lands.”

“Perhaps,” Boromir said. “And I will leave my arrows behind.”


THE END

Comments

[trianne.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Claudia!

I echo what everyone else has said. A lovely story, very sweet. Your Bilbo and Frodo are delicious. Your Boromir came good at the end, your Faramir is honourable and good. And Gandalf, too! Just a lovely treat.

thank you!

[claudia603.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Trianne! I'm glad you followed (even though there was no hobbit/man lovin', LOL!). I had a lot of fun with that one, that bunny that hit me out of the blue!