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Estel's Birthday
Chapter 6: Hobbity Healing
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March 1
Barking wildly, Scamp raced off toward the trees. Aragorn
quickly handed Pippin to Sam and leaped to his feet.
We’re under attack, was the Ranger’s first thought. Then,
impossible, we’re in the Shire. Impossible or not, he ran to
where Arthad and the pony stood, both shifting nervously, and
debated retrieving his sword from where it lay sheathed among his
gear. Bilbo ran to the nearby cart, and Aragorn realized that
the hobbit had the same idea as he.
“Bilbo, keep Sting hidden and stay here with the boys,” Aragorn told
him, realization dawning as to what had most likely occurred.
“I believe I know what’s happened, and I don’t think we’ll need
weapons. Keep everyone together. I’ll be back
soon.” With that, he strode off on his long legs, using
Scamp’s barks as a guide.
“Bilbo,” Frodo whispered when the old hobbit returned, “what was
it? Did you ever hear anything like that before?”
“No, Frodo lad,” Bilbo admitted. “But whatever it was, it’s
stopped.” He took deep breaths to calm himself, wishing that
the sun had not yet set so that he could survey the surrounding
area.
“Stay close, Master Pippin,” Sam said, keeping Pippin from running
after Scamp.
“Pip, are you all right?” Frodo asked anxiously, kneeling in front
of the child.
“Something was loud,” Pippin said accusingly.
“Estel’s gone to see about it,” Bilbo said in a deliberately jovial
voice. He knew he had to get everyone busy enough to stay at
camp and not be tempted to follow Aragorn. “I believe there
are dishes to be washed. Sam, would you help me with these
pots?”
“Glad to, Mr. Bilbo,” said Sam, glad for some useful activity.
He moved toward the pan of water holding the supper dishes.
“But Bilbo,” Frodo gasped indignantly, “We have to see what---”
“Frodo,” Bilbo interrupted him softly, “Estel asked that we stay
together, and wait for him. He’ll let us know if he needs any
help. We have a C-H-I-L-D to look after, and I believe a
certain little lad needs his bath.”
Frodo looked back at Pippin, who was still glaring at him -- but now
for a different reason.
“No,” Pippin declared. “I don’t want any...” The protest
was cut off by a huge yawn.
“Come on, Pip,” Frodo sighed, scooping the child up into his
arms. “Just a short bath, then to bed and a story.” He
quickly prepared the toddler for a bath, and carried him to the
makeshift tub. Settling the sulky tot into the pan of warmed
water, Frodo rolled up his sleeves, reached for the soap and a
cloth, and began gently but thoroughly scrubbing his young cousin --
who immediately began splashing and enjoying himself.
“Peregrin,” Frodo chuckled, “which of us is taking this bath?”
“Cheep cheep cheep!” Pippin sang and splashed, “duckies go cheep!”
When Pippin was clean and starting to splash less and yawn more,
Frodo lifted him out of the water, quickly toweled him dry, then
wrapped him up in a thick blanket.
“I’ll find his nightclothes and tuck our little duckling into bed,”
Frodo said to Bilbo. “I need to change into dry clothes,
myself.” He cast a worried look toward the trees before
disappearing into the tent with his warm, drowsy bundle.
~*~
Aragorn moved quickly through the grove of trees, his senses alert,
and soon came to where Scamp was dashing about in a wide
circle. There was a strange smell to the air, like something
seared and burned. As the Ranger came closer, Scamp ran in
front of him, beginning to bark once again. Aragorn tried to
go around her, but Scamp immediately ran in front of him again.
“Are you trying to keep me back?” Aragorn asked, impressed with the
little dog’s protective instincts. “You’re quite the guardian,
aren’t you?” He bent and patted her, wishing he had brought a
torch. From what little he could see under the dark trees, it
appeared as if something had hit the sandy ground and formed a wide,
circular depression. Everything was quiet except for a faint
hiss, but slowly, crickets began to chirp once more, and Scamp grew
calmer.
“Something fell, didn’t it?” Aragorn murmured to the pup.
“Something from the sky...” He looked up through the branches,
lost in thought.
~*~
Bilbo smiled with relief as Scamp bounded back into camp. The
pup, with the knitted cap still tied onto her head, dashed to her
water dish and started slurping noisily.
“Where’s Estel?” asked Frodo anxiously, emerging from the tent.
“I hear him talking to Ollie,” Sam replied. “Here he comes.”
“Is Pippin settled down?” Bilbo asked Frodo.
“Settled, but fighting sleep,” Frodo sighed. “He wants to say
good night to Estel, and---” He groaned as his young cousin
followed him out of the tent, sleepy but determined, dragging a
blanket behind him. “Come here, you rascal.” Frodo
scooped up Pippin and held him as Aragorn joined the hobbits around
the campfire.
“Estel, is everything all right?” Frodo asked.
“As far as I can tell, everything’s fine, Frodo.”
“What made the noise, sir?” Sam asked.
Aragorn smiled at the anxious hobbits. “Do you remember what
we were talking about, that something strange occasionally falls
from the sky? I believe we were witness to just such an
event.”
Frodo looked puzzled. “But why would something fall? And
from where?”
“I truly do not know,” Aragorn responded, “and until I can
investigate the area in daylight, I am not certain what has
fallen. But I do not believe we are in any danger.” He
smiled and touched the boy’s shoulder in reassurance, and Bilbo
thought he saw the Ranger wince.
“Estel, are you hurt?” asked Bilbo suddenly.
“Nothing serious,” Aragorn said with a chuckle. He held up his
right index finger, which showed the redness of a burn. “I was
foolish enough to ignore Scamp’s warning, and touched something
where the sand had been disturbed. It was too dark to see
clearly, and what I thought was a rock, was not. I am anxious
to go back in the morning to see it clearly. It almost seemed
as if a portion of the sand had turned to glass.” He wiggled
his finger ruefully. “Very hot glass.”
“Sam, fetch some cold stream water in a cup or pot, please.
Frodo, where did we put the salves and bandages?” asked Bilbo
briskly.
“There, in that pack,” Frodo pointed, his arms still full of sleepy
Pippin.
“Bilbo,” Aragorn protested as Sam dashed off, “you needn’t---”
“Nonsense,” Bilbo said firmly. “Ah, thank you, Sam.
Estel, sit down so we can tend to you.”
With a resigned sigh, the Ranger sat down by the fire and found
himself surrounded by solicitous hobbits. Before he knew what
was happening, he found his finger eased into a potful of cold
water.
“The cold will help keep any blistering down,” Frodo said matter of
factly. “Later on, we can put Bilbo’s salve on your finger;
it’s wonderful.”
Meanwhile, Pippin was watching the procedure anxiously.
“What’s wrong, Pip?” Frodo asked.
“Kiss it,” Pippin urged.
“What?”
“Mummy says you have to kiss a scwatch to make it better,” the
toddler explained.
“I see,” Frodo grinned. He deposited Pippin into the Ranger’s
lap. “You kiss it, Pip. Just like mummy does.”
Pippin pulled Aragorn’s finger out of the water and kissed it,
making a little smacking sound with his lips. He smiled up at
the Man, satisfied that everything would now be fine.
“Thank you,” Aragorn said tentatively.
“Don’t the Elves know about that particular healing technique?”
Bilbo asked with a grin. “You really must tell Lord Elrond
about it, the next time you see him.”
“I’ll think about it,” Aragorn chuckled.
“I’ll get more cold water,” Sam said, going to refill the pot at the
stream. “Mr. Estel,” he asked anxiously when he returned, “is
it over? What if somethin’ else falls?”
“Be at ease, Sam,” Aragorn assured him. “Such an event as what
has occurred this night is so rare as to be nearly legendary.
We will investigate in the full light of morning, but do not let
your hearts be troubled. There is still great beauty to be
enjoyed.” He motioned upward to where the star showers still
painted bright trails overhead.
“Estel...” Frodo said hesitantly.
“Yes?”
”Tomorrow morning, after we see what’s in the trees, can we... take
a walk?” Frodo asked the Ranger. “We haven’t really been able
to spend any time together. Just the two of us. What I
mean is---”
“I would love that, Frodo,” Aragorn said, smiling fondly at the
tween.
“Good,” Frodo said happily. “Now, how about that story,
Pip? Maybe something about...” His voice trailed off when he
realized that the toddler had fallen fast asleep in Aragorn’s
arms. “Finally,” he sighed with relief.
“I’ll take him,” Bilbo chuckled, gathering up the sleeping
toddler. “Frodo, why don’t you and Sam get Aragorn some
tea. I’ll join you shortly.”
“What an interestin’ day,” Sam said.
“Indeed it has been,” Bilbo agreed with a laugh. “What was
that you were saying about remembering few of your birthdays,
Estel?”
“Trust me, my friend,” Aragorn grinned, “I will not soon forget this
one!”
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