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“A... Atchooo!” “And good morning to you too!” Merry sniffled, shuddered and sat
down at the breakfast table. He sneezed again and tried to swallow away the
feeling of soreness in his throat. “Merry?” Esmeralda said, looking at
her son. “Are you feeling all right?” “I’m just a bit sniffly, Mum.” Merry
reached for his tea, and sipped the warm drink, relishing the warm feeling down
his throat. He had slept like a log all night, but was feeling stuffy and achy
this morning. “Can I help with the messages today
too?” The rain was still pouring down outside the Hall, and most of the grown
ups were out by the river already. Merry wanted to be where the excitement was,
and to help his father. If Buckland and the safety of hobbits living there was
his father’s responsibility, than it was Merry`s too. His father did not turn
his back on his duty if he had a bit of the sniffles, and therefore Merry could
not. “I’ll promise to wear warm clothes,” he said. I will need them anyway,
for I’m freezing already, Merry thought and looked to see if the fire in
the hearth was burning low. Esmeralda came around to Merry`s
side of the table, and laid a hand on his forehead. “No fever, but I think you
should stay inside today, love. I don’t want you out in the rain.” She stroked
his curls, and sat down again. He had done a remarkable job yesterday. “Please? I’m all right, really. I
want to help.” If he ran from the Hall to the riverbank he would get warm, he
was sure.
“All right, but I want you to stay
inside as much as possible.”
“He’s outside with your father I
think. They ate breakfast early. The crews by the river did a good job
yesterday, for the riverbank seems to be stabilized now.“ she said, handing him
a handkerchief. “Blow your nose.” ***** Merry did not have that many
messages to run, and was secretly glad for it. He was not feeling very well,
and ached all over. His throat was getting sorer too, and he did feel a bit
lightheaded. When lunchtime came he was exhausted, and sat heavily down on his
chair at the table. Saradoc looked at him disapprovingly, but said nothing. He
reckoned that Merry still was tired after yesterday’s ordeal. All the workers
were in by now, and ate in the large hall. Frodo had come in together with
Merry`s father, and sat down beside Merry at the table. Merry drank his milk
eagerly, but only picked at his food. There was much talking going on, so no
one noticed. Except Frodo. “Why are you not eating Merry?” “I’m not hungry, and it’s not very
fun to eat with a stuffed nose.” He gave a little sneeze and blew his nose,
putting his fork down.
“All right. I’m exhausted, but after
I’ve had a little nap we can do whatever you want. Maybe you need a nap too?”
Frodo said, thinking that his cousin looked tired. “I’m not a baby Frodo, I don’t need
a nap. Maybe we could find a book with some elvish in the library, and you
could teach me?” Frodo laughed. “I don’t think we
would find any elvish books in the library here, but we shall see what we will
find. But I need a nap, and you should try to take one too. You look tired,
Merry-lad.” ***** With a mother's sense, Esmeralda
thought that something was not quite right. She had gone to bed, but could not
sleep. Putting a dressing gown on over her nightdress, she went to Merry`s
room. He had been sniffling and sneezing the whole day, and knowing that he
almost never was ill, she thought she would just check on him before going back
to bed. Like all children Merry had had a few bouts with a head cold
necessitating a couple of days in bed, but he had never been really ill, and
was back on his feet quickly. Merry seemed to always go free when an illness
went through the Hall. Carefully she opened the door to the
room, and went inside. It was almost completely dark, save for the lamp burning
low on the desk. She could hear the rain outside the Hall. Merry was lying with
his back to the door, snoring lightly through his stuffed nose, his bright curls
tousled and mussed, indicating a restless sleep. She stood watching her little
lad for a moment, then leaned over to give him another good night kiss before
going back to her own bed. Feeling her cool hand on his
shoulder while she kissed his curls, Merry awoke and shifted over to his back.
“Mum?” he rasped.
“I wanted to help with the messages.
And you said I did not have any fever this morning.” “I know, darling.” Silently she
reprimanded herself for not having watched over him more closely, but he had
been with Frodo all afternoon, and he had seemed all right that morning. She
had seen him briefly at supper, but he did not look any more ill then.
“How do you feel love?” Merry tried to sit up, but the
motion only made him cough.
“I’ll be right back.” ***** Esmeralda went to fetch a bowl, cold
water, some cloths and a jar of salve. She entered Merry`s room again, knowing
that she would not get any more sleep this night. Merry slept again. Sometimes she
forgot that he was only 12 years old. Knowing it was his destiny to be Master
one day, he had taken on more responsibility than she had ever imagined that a
lad of his age would do. And he had saved lives. Saved lives. She could not
quite understand that yet. Her brave lad, her little Merry had saved several
lives yesterday. She wrung a cloth out over the bowl,
and placed it on Merry`s brow. Esmeralda pulled the covers down to
Merry`s waist and unbuttoned his nightshirt. The salve she had brought with her
was made to ease the coughing. She silently opened the jar and gently rubbed some
of the salve on Merry`s chest. He was hotter now, and she had been gone from
his side only a few minutes. Merry coughed a bit in his sleep and
shifted. Esmeralda replaced the cloth on his brow and stroked his curls. This
was going to be a long watch. Merry settled again and slept on. ***** Merry awoke, suddenly coughing deep
and wetly. Instinctively he curled into a tight ball. Esmeralda rose quickly from her
chair, and lifted him into a sitting position. Merry was drenched in sweat and
his skin was very hot to the touch. Esmeralda held him through the fit and when
it passed, she gave him a little water to drink. She wrung out a fresh cloth and
gently washed his fevered body. She laid him back down and dressed him in a new
nightshirt from the cupboard. If he was no better in the morning she would send
for the healer. A new cloth was placed on Merry`s forehead. ***** The next day it was still raining,
and Frodo decided he would wake his little cousin with breakfast in bed. He
fixed a nice tray with all of Merry's favourites and made his way to the lad's
room. Setting the tray down before the door, he opened it slowly and peered
inside. Esmeralda was sitting in the chair by the bed, and Merry was asleep,
snoring heavily. Frodo spotted the bowl on the
nightstand and the cloth in Esmeralda`s hand. She had just wrung it out, and
was about to place it back on Merry`s brow. “Merry!” Frodo rushed to the bed and knelt by
Merry, taking his hand. “Oh Merry… What happened, Cousin Esmie?” “He became feverish some time after
he went to bed I think. Did he complain to you about not feeling well
yesterday?” “No, but I sensed that he was not
well, sniffling and sneezing as he was. And he seemed exhausted too, but
stubborn lad that he is, he claimed he was fine when I suggested that he take a
nap. We were in the library all afternoon.” Frodo stroked Merry`s curls and
looked back at Esmeralda. “He’s so hot!” he almost whispered,
then asked: “How long have you been here, Cousin?” “All night. I couldn’t sleep, and
came to give him another good night kiss, and when I got here, he was
feverish.” “I brought a breakfast tray, hoping
to surprise him. He was so brave yesterday! Do you think we should wake him?”
Frodo took the cloth from Merry`s head, feeling it’s dryness and quickly wet it
again, gently wiping Merry`s face. “No, we’ll wait a bit longer. He
woke up several times coughing, so I think he needs what sleep he can get.
Bring the tray in here, and go get Saradoc please. I’ll wait here. And see if
you can find the healer. Hurry, Frodo dear!” “Yes, Cousin.” Frodo said, hurrying
out of the room, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Merry sick? That was
beyond comprehension. Frodo had known Merry all 12 years of his young cousin's
life, but could not recall him being this sick before. He ran towards the
Master’s study, hoping to find his cousin there. ***** Just a few minutes after Frodo left,
Saradoc entered Merry`s room, coming to the bed. He had not seen his son except
for meals yesterday, There had been too much discussion going on about the
securing of banks and planning the clean up now that the worst was over, so he
had had little time to see how Merry was faring. He had noticed, though, that
Merry was sniffling a bit and sneezing. But if Esmeralda was not worried, he
saw no reason to be concerned. Now an almost breathless Frodo had come for him,
saying that Merry was ill, and please come at once. Merry stirred, coughing. He shifted
a little, trying to find a comfortable position. Saradoc reached for Merry
before Esmeralda could, and lifted his son upright, whispering soothing noises
in his ear. Merry was like a rag doll in his arms when the fit passed. Limp,
sweaty and flushed, he was laid back down. The Master remained perched on the
edge of the bed, gently rubbing Merry`s arm. Esmeralda was giving her husband a
brief description of what had happened when Frodo entered with the healer. ***** Pardy, the healer, started issuing
orders at once, when he saw the ill lad lying limply in the bed. Frodo had
explained what he had seen himself, and what Merry`s mum had told him. “Master,
get more cold water! Mistress, would you please move out of the way?” Frodo was
standing forgotten by the hearth. Saradoc got up and grabbed the bowl
and hurried to comply. ”Don’t worry sweetie, he’s just here
to check on you, all right? You were out in the rain for a long time you know.”
Esmeralda said, moving her chair a little further from the bed. “Aye. I heard you did a fine job,
alerting the people in Standelf. You’ll be a fine Master when your turn comes.”
The healer said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Merry was still breathless, and
nodded. He was not used to having the attention of a healer, and felt a little
intimidated. Merry looked from one grown up to another. His parents seemed
nervous about something, and the healer had ordered them about. You did not
order the Master about without a very good explanation. Merry had been sick
before, and they had not reacted like this then. But as far as Merry could
recall, they hadn’t called for the healer before either. Sure, there had been
scrapes and bruises before, but nobody had been acting like they were now.
Merry did not feel well at all, but surely there were no reason for this
behavior, was there? Merry felt a sudden urge to have Frodo close, this beloved
elder cousin that Merry could always trust to have a solution to everything. “Frodo?” he rasped out, barely
audible, and no one heard him. And now the healer was filling all his vision,
smiling at him. “Now then laddie, let’s see what’s
what, shall we?” Pardy saw the lad’s half frightened look, and started talking
nonsense to Merry while checking his ears and eyes and feeling his throat. He
turned Merry`s head from side to side, and asked him to open his mouth. While having his head turned, Merry
spotted Frodo standing by the hearth, looking as frightened as Merry felt. He
wanted to reach out to him and give him a hug, but felt too weak, and this
healer was in the way. “Your throat is sore, isn’t it?” he
said. “Yes.” it came like a rasping
whisper.
“Has he been coughing much?” Pardy
said, looking at Esmeralda. “He’s been coughing a bit during the
night, and he had a fit now just before you came.” she said. Pardy turned his attention back to
Merry. “I have to listen to your breathing now young master. I’ll take your
nightshirt off first. You’re all sweaty and I think you probably want a new
one.” Merry just nodded and allowed the healer to take his shirt. He shivered a
little, but said nothing. Esmeralda saw it though, and
silently pleaded with her eyes for the healer to be quick. Frodo was anxiously
following the examination from his corner by the hearth. What if his dear
little cousin was terribly ill? What if he died after saving those
people? He looked so small and weak. Not the
strong, laughing, mischievous lad Frodo was used to having around. Frodo felt
like crying at the mere thought. It was not fair! Merry was just a little lad.
He forced those thoughts away and concentrated on the activity by the bed. Drawing a deep breath when told to
do so, Merry started coughing again, the healer holding him this time. When the fit ended, he laid Merry
back down against the pillows, and poked him a bit at the stomach, tickling as
he did so. Merry did not squirm even a little, but stayed put, eyes closed,
breathing high pitched and shallow. “Give him a bath, not too hot, and
put him back to bed. I’ll give him some tea to ease the coughing, and reduce
that fever, but he should be fine with a couple of days in bed. And you ought
to get some rest and food yourself Mistress.” Esmeralda looked at the tray Frodo
had brought, then shook her head and moved the chair back to the bedside again,
taking Merry`s hand and stroking his curls. From the corner of her eye she saw
Frodo coming forward too, kneeling by Merry`s head. “How bad is it?” he asked, anxiety
in his eyes. “It can go either way. But I want
you to keep a close eye on him. Even if he is normally a strong lad, he is very
weak now. The fever has taken a lot of his strength, and that coughing is not
good. I’m not saying that he will get worse, but I am concerned about the
effects of the coughing and his fever. It sounded like he has some fluid in his
lungs. I’ll be by a bit later with the tea.” Bathed and in clean sheets and
nightshirt Merry slept again, tired out from the coughing and the fever
stealing the energy of his body. ***** When he awoke again, coughing, Frodo
was sitting by his bed, tea mug in hand. He set the mug down and helped Merry
sit up, one arm round his back, a hand on his forehead, steadying his head.
Frodo had not bothered going to the great hall to eat, but had brought
something with him to Merry`s room when he had relieved Esmeralda of the watch.
Most of it stood untouched though. He was too anxious about Merry to eat much. “Hullo there. How are you feeling?”
he said after the fit passed, Merry resting in his arms. “Stuffy and achy and my chest hurts
too.” Merry shifted a little. “And thirsty”. Frodo got the water mug from the
nightstand and helped Merry take a few sips. He put his hand on Merry`s
forehead. “You have a fever you know. That would make you achy. And your body
is probably tired of coughing so much.” He tried to sound calm, but Frodo was
scared about how ill Merry was. “Mmmm…” Merry fell back against
Frodo and closed his eyes. “Go back to sleep, love. It’s the
best thing for you.” Frodo wrung out the cloth and put it back on Merry`s brow,
brushing away limp curls. He would need more cool water soon. ***** “My lad Will says that the young
Master saved lives in Standelf the other day. They say he rode from the Hall
down there in no time, and that if he hadn’t come to alert them about the trees
coming down the river, hobbits could have died,” one farmer said to another. “Aye. Ah… Here’s the Master himself.
Maybe he can tell us more?” the other said. The rain had stopped for now, and
workers were storing away the sandbags and the trenches were filled again.
Buckland was preparing to go back to normal. Saradoc had, even if he did not
want to with Merry sick, ridden up to the Bridge to check on things there. He
would ride to Standelf later. He arrived the inn in Newbury just in time to
hear the farmer’s comment about Merry`s actions. “Come to check on the Bridge,
Master?” the first farmer said. “Yes. I’ve been up there already and
everything seems to be in order. It looks like you lot did a good job. It was
your lad who came to the Hall with the message? You tell him I’m glad he made
that journey. If he had not been so fast, our messenger would not have come to
Standelf in time.” Saradoc had of course told the lad this himself, but it did
not hurt to tell the father as well. He was always pleased when someone told
him that Merry had done a fine job with something. “Aye. And where’s your lad? We have
hardly seen you without him lately. He went down to Standelf himself, didn’t
he?” The curiosity was plain on his face. Hobbits liked to gossip, and if there
was some news about the Master or his family, every Bucklander saw it as his or
her right to know. They loved their Master, and old Rory. And Saradoc had
proved to be a good, conscientious caretaker of the strip of land between the
Brandywine and the Old Forest. Little Merry was also showing his potential as
the upcoming Master, even if that was a long time ahead. Saradoc thought a moment before
answering. He knew that whatever was said would be repeated and multiplied
several times by who knew how many before they were finished. But he had to
tell the truth. If there was one thing Saradoc had tried to make Merry
understand, it was that he always should be truthful. He could do no less
himself. “He’s back at the Hall,” he finally
said. “Busy with other things today is he?
That's a shame as he seems eager enough to travel around the Shire with you. Or
that Baggins cousin of his.” “He’s ill.” Saradoc said. “He’s come
down with a cold, and is being kept in bed.” “Oh. I am sorry to hear that,” the
first farmer said. Hobbits would gossip about all and nothing, but they never
liked it if someone was ill, especially not if it was a child. And this was the
Master’s child, a lad that had shown great valor with his actions. “I will” Saradoc said. He had
thought about staying for luncheon, but decided against it, he would never be
back at the Hall before dark and he had to ride to Standelf too. And he had a
sudden desire to see how Merry was faring. Merry had, of course, not been far
away from his father’s thoughts all day, but now Saradoc felt the urge to sit
by his bedside and watch over his son. It suddenly came to him that he had only
this one child, and he vowed to look after his little Merry-lad as much as he
possibly could. Mounting his pony, he kicked it in to a brisk run for the Hall.
He would risk a quick stop there before going to Standelf |
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