Title: Shadows
Words: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Frodo, Aragorn

Shadows

"Frodo lay half in a dream, imagining that endless dark wings were sweeping by above him, and that on the wings rode pursuers that sought him in all the hollows of the hills." (FOTR, Flight to the Ford)

Just a little moan, barely audible. Aware of Frodo's discomfort, he drew the blanket closer around the ill hobbit, and he stroked his brow soothingly. The lingering Shadows could do no harm to Frodo. Not yet.

But the certainty grew inside him that they must reach Rivendell quickly. In the meantime he tried to ease Frodo's sufferings as well as possible. An Athelas cloth, a soothing massage, warm blankets and heated stones to warm the Ring-bearer.

Still he realised that hope was swallowed by the Shadows with every passing hour. Patiently, he waited for the morning, waking at Frodo's side.