It was a quiet morning. I had just woken out of bed. I yawned loudly and stretched out my arms. I hopped right out of bed, took off my nightshirt and changed into a small white dress.
I tied my hair back with a small red bow and placed warm socks on my feet. It was unusually quiet in Bag End. Normally, Frodo would be up at this time, preparing breakfast in the kitchen. But, he wasn't. I wandered all around the hobbit hole looking for Frodo, but he was nowhere to be seen.
All of a sudden, I heard a loud coughing noise coming from Frodo's bedroom. I politely knocked on his door. "Frodo? Frodo, can I come in?" I could hear Frodo coughing, hoarsely. I clutched the doorknob and slowly opened up the bedroom door.
I saw Frodo in his bed, covered in his bedsheets. I quickly ran up to him and sat at his bedside.

"Frodo. Frodo, it's me. Wake up. Wake up."
Frodo heard my voice and he raised his eyelids, gradually. "Frodo, are you alright?", I asked, in an anxious tone of voice. Frodo held his fist up to his mouth and coughed, loudly.
"I'm so sorry, my dear. I'm afraid...." Frodo paused and coughed again. "I'm afraid I'm terribly ill." "How did you...." "I don't know. I don't know."
Frodo's voice was shaky and unsteady. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you like this. It's all my fault." "No, Frodo. You didn't frighten me.", I reassured. "It's alright. I'll take good care of you." "Take care of yourself before you take care of me.", Frodo wheezed. He let out a loud sneeze, which startled me half to death. "Frodo, let me help. I want to.", I begged. "I'm your daughter. You've always taken care of me. Why can't I take care of you?"
Frodo's eyes had turned a light shade of blue. He gazed at me, mournfully. The window in Frodo's room was open. A cold gust of air came through the room and sent shivers down my spine. Frodo shook violently and buried himself in his comforter. I placed a hand on Frodo's forehead. It felt terribly warm. "He must have a fever.", I thought. "It's going to be alright, Frodo.", I whispered to him.
All of a sudden, I heard a soft knock coming from. the front door. Frodo coughed, roughly. "I forgot....I forgot to tell...you. Sam...was...was supposed to come over....today." My green eyes lit up with hope. "Maybe he can help!", I smiled. "Frodo, I'm going to get Sam." Frodo shook his head.

"N-no, that's...not necessary, m'dear. I'll be f-fine."
"No, Frodo. I'm going to go and get him. I won't be long." Frodo smiled weakly at me. "I know.", he croaked. "I know you will, darling. Please, be careful." "I will.", I grinned.
I ran quickly to the front door and unlocked it. After I opened the door, I saw Sam standing right in front of me. There was a wide smile on his face. "Hello there, Ms. Brianna. Frodo told me that I was supposed to come over and visit. Where is he?"
I knew that Sam would be disappointed if I told him that Frodo was sick, but I had to tell him anyway. I looked down at the front porch with downcast eyes. "I'm sorry, Sam. Frodo's sick.", I muttered. Sam's ears perked up and fearful expression fell upon his face. "Mr. Frodo is sick? Where is he?" "He's in his bedroom. I was wondering if maybe you could help me?"
Sam patted me on the head. "Of course, I'll help you, m' love." I let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness. Follow me, Sam." Sam gently took a hold of one of my hands and we walked all of the way towards Frodo's bedroom.
When we stepped into the room, Sam rushed up to Frodo's bedside. He noticed that Frodo's face had turned pale and washed-out.
Oh, Sam. Thank goodness you're here.", Frodo gasped. "Ms. Brianna told me that you were sick.", said Sam, as he clutched both of Frodo's cold, weak hands. "I'm afraid so, Sam.", Frodo replied in a faint voice.
"Do not fret, Mr. Frodo. We're goin' to get you back to health in no time. Is there anything that you need?"

"Medicine, Sam. I...I need medicine.", Frodo murmured. "It...It's in a cabinet...in the kitchen..."
I gazed up at Sam. "I know where it is.", I told him. "Would you like me to fetch it, Ms. Brianna?" "I guess. It's pretty easy to find. It's in a small cabinet, in the kitchen. It's close to the oven. I'll stay here with Frodo." Sam nodded his head and he dashed over to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, I sat beside Frodo, keeping him company. I couldn't stand to see Frodo like this. He was weak and feeble and pale. It broke my heart.
"I'll be alright.", Frodo whispered to me, in a ghostly voice. "Can you be brave for me?"
I swallowed hard. I was trying to hold back tears. "I'll try, Frodo. I'll try." Frodo chuckled, softly. "That's my girl. I'm so proud of you."
I smiled, weakly. "Will you come here and give me a kiss?" I leaned forward and kissed Frodo gently on his warm forehead. "I'm not going to leave you. Never ever." "I know you won't.", Frodo told me.
After Sam came back with the medicine, he poured some of it on a tablespoon and gave it to Frodo. "Open wide, Mr. Frodo.", Sam said, calmly. Frodo opened his mouth and swallowed back the medicine. "Oh, thank you, Sam. Thank you." "You're welcome, Mr. Frodo. Is there anything else I can do for you?" "Will you fetch me some cold water and some handkerchiefs? The handkerchiefs are in my nightstand."
Sam headed towards the nightstand, which stood right beside Frodo's mattress. He opened up the top drawer and snatched up some handkerchiefs. Sam set them on top of the nightstand and handed one over to Frodo. "Thank you, Sam.", he said, while blowing his nose into a handkerchief.
"I'll get you your water, sir." Sam told Frodo. Sam ran back to the kitchen and filled a glass up with water. He darted back to the bedroom and handed Frodo the glass of water. "Here you are, Mr. Frodo. Some nice, cold water. I hope it's to your liking."
Frodo sipped at the glass of water. "It's perfect. Thank you." He glanced back at me with his bright blue eyes and didn't speak. There was a wide smile growing on his face. "Are you hungry at all, dear?" "A little. But, I want to stay here with you." "You should have something to eat. Sam will stay here and look after me." "But, I don't..." "Please. Take care of yourself. You need to eat.", Frodo spoke, softly.
Sam looked over at me, too. "Mr. Frodo is right. Don't worry, he'll be safe with me. I'll make sure that nothing happens to him." "You promise?" "I promise, m'love." "Oh. Alright.", I sighed.
I headed towards the pantry and grabbed some leftover Roast Chicken and vegetables from the night before. I also grabbed myself a glass of cold water. I ate alone in the quiet kitchen. "I wish that Frodo had never gotten sick.", I mumbled to myself.
Meanwhile, Sam was sitting beside Frodo, having a quiet conversation with him. "You know, Mr. Frodo, you are lucky to have a daughter that cares about you so much." "Yes. I am lucky. She's all that I have, Sam. She's my heart and soul. I love her so much." "I know you do, Mr. Frodo."
Later on that day, there was another knock on the front door. It was Merry. I wonder why he came here. "Hello, Brianna.", Merry grinned. "How are you?" "I'm fine, Merry. What are you doing here?", I asked him, politely. "Pippin is visiting some relatives. I came here just to see what Frodo was up to." I shook my head at him. "What's wrong?", he asked me. "Frodo's sick.", I replied, in a sad tone of voice.
"Frodo is sick? Oh, no. That can't be good. Do you mind if I come over and say 'hello' to him?" "I don't know. Sam is taking care of him right now and I think he wants to be left alone in peace. I hope you'll understand." "Oh, I see. So, you are all alone?" I nodded my head in agreement. "Yes, I am." "May I come in and join you?"
I thought it would be nice to have the extra company. Merry always knew how to cheer me up. "Sure.", I smiled back at him. He followed me into the kitchen. "Would you like me to make you some tea?", I asked him, politely. Merry shook his head. "Why not?", I frowned.
"How about I make some? For the both of us?", Merry insisted. "Are you sure?" Merry nodded his head.
After Merry prepared the tea, he brought out two teacups out of one of the kitchen cupboards and set them down on the table. "I'll go bring some milk and sugar.", I told him. I immediately got up from the table and headed towards the pantry. I quickly grabbed some sugar and a tall glass bottle of milk from the pantry. As soon as I was about to leave, I could hear Frodo coughing violently. A sad feeling filled my heart. I walked back to the kitchen and set the milk and sugar on the table.
"Merry, I'm worried about Frodo. What if he doesn't get better?" "He probably will. You just have to give it some time." "You're probably right. But, what am I going to do?" "You should take care of yourself. Don't worry about Frodo. Sam is taking good care of him."
I let out a loud sigh. "I guess you're right, Merry."
After we finished our tea, Merry bid me goodbye and he headed out the front door. I cleaned up the table and headed over towards my bedroom. I sat down on my mattress, collapsing my head into my hands. "I really hope that Frodo gets better.", I muttered to myself. "I really hope that he does." I lied down for a while and had a quick nap.
A half hour later, Sam knocked on my door. I yawned and stretched my arms. I stumbled towards my door and greeted Sam. "I didn't mean to disturb you, Ms, Brianna. Mr. Frodo wants to see you." "He does?" Sam allowed me to take a hold of his hand and he lead me towards Frodo's bedroom.
I sat at his bedside, nervously. Frodo tossed around and faced me. There was a weak smile on his face.

"Hello, my darling. How are you feeling?" "I'm alright.", I answered in a shaky voice. Frodo could tell that I was worried about something. He could see it in my eyes. "What's wrong?" "N-nothing. I'm fine." "No, you're not." "I'm fine.", I shuddered.
Sam came up behind me and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Alright, I'll tell you the truth.", I whimpered. "I'm scared. I'm worried that you'll never get better. I'm worried about you. I don't want you to leave me."
My eyes became watery and a stream of tears flowed down my cheeks. "I'm sorry, Frodo. I tried to be strong. I can't...." Frodo sat up in his bed. He wiped away the tears that were falling from my eyes with his thumbs. "I never knew it was going to be this hard."

"It's alright, darling. It's alright. I understand. There's nothing wrong with expressing your feelings. I know you tried your hardest." "Frodo, I don't want you to go.", I sobbed.
Frodo pressed his hands against my temples and kissed my forehead. His baby blue eyes mesmerized me. "Shh, shh, shh. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you.", he soothed. "I promise. I promise." "A-a-alright.", I whimpered. Frodo leaned foreword and kissed me on my forehead. He stroked my cheek with the palm of his right hand. "Shhh.", he reassured. "Why don't you go to bed and get some rest?" "I don't want to leave you.", I sobbed. "Shh, shh. It will be alright.", Frodo reassured.
Sam kneeled down beside me and cradled me in his arms. "It's going to be alright, me dear. I'll take you to bed.", he whispered in my ear. "But, S-S-Sam....", I blubbered. "Shh, shh, shh. Come with me. Come with me."
Sam carefully led me down to my bedroom. He tucked me into my bed, folding the bedsheets over my chest. I whimpered into my pillow. Sam sat down at my bedside and gently massaged my back in circular motions. "Shh, shh, shh.", he soothed. "Close your eyes. Close your eyes. Sleep in peace. Shhh, my love. Sleep 'til morning light. Sleep. Sleep.", he whispered. Sam began to hum me an old hobbit lullaby and continued to massage my back. "Sleep."
The next morning, I felt someone brush my hair back over my ears. "Wh-who...who is it?", I said, groggily. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Frodo sitting down beside me. "Frodo? Is that you?", I murmured. "Yes, it's me.", he answered, compassionately. "It's me." "You're not sick anymore." "I know." "I'm so glad that you're alright."
Frodo chuckled, softly. "I'm glad, too."