Hobbits Who Run With Wargs, or Beneath the Stars: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

[bingo_bolger_baggins]

In a moonlit clearing in the Old Forest, surrounded by snow covered trees and sheltering rocks, and creeks burbling quietly under ice, a ranger knelt beside a hobbit who arrived there not of his own volition. And it was clear the perils of the wild had not been kind to this dweller of the gentle hills. But the arduous chase was ended. The nightmare ride was over. And wrapped in the anguish that had become all that was left for him of Middle-earth on this gruesome journey, the hobbit reached to the friend who had come to his side beyond the bounds of hope . . . .

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[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*looks into the fire (http://www.adventurist.net/buffalo/old_river_trail_09-02/photos/campfire.jpg) then back at Arathorn's hands (http://www.awareness4u.com/glowing_hands.jpg), or perhaps that was the effect of the fire, but the pain was certainly much fainter now, speaks wonderingly* The hands of a healer.

*smiles, raises an eyebrow to his joke and gives him a glance that would belie that comment* And one such a huge beast could carry off with ease.

You did run all this way then. Amazing, my friend. You followed the tracks?

*nods* Thank you a thousand times over, lisse mellon. I owe you my life. *small smile, nods* Please.

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*smiles as he tears long strips from the hem of his extra shirt* I'm not completely useless, even if I never became King. *binds Bingo's injuries carefully one by one; keeps up a fairly chatty patter to lull his friend into a drowsy state*

I did run after you. And yes, I'm a good tracker. I have to be--I get hungry! Wargs are easy enough to track. Big body, small brain. Very easy.

*ties a knot in the final bandage* I'll help you into the shirt. *lifts Bingo's body and slips his friend's arms into the large garment, first one, then the other; lays him back down and reaches for the knapsack*

We are lucky to have my bedroll in my knapsack. We'll have to share it, unfortunately. *winks at Bingo* But we'll be warmer under the same blankets, if you don't mind. *arranges blanket around them both*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*smiles warmly at him under droopy eye lashes* I dare say.

*nods* You are. I've done enough tracking to know that couldn't have been an easy feat, no matter how capable and rangerly you are.

*is lifted, is comfortable enough to enjoy it now, smiles drowsily at him* Thank you, mellon. The service here is impeccable.

Hmmmm, waaaarrm. And I think it fair to warn you, you're going to be in a great deal of trouble when I get well. Hnnn. *snuggles in close against him laying his head and an arm on Arathorn's chest and reaches with his other hand for the Dunedain's hand*

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*clasps Bingo's hand gently in his own* I'll be in trouble when you get well? Then I'll use my best healing techniques for your pains and scrapes if that's your promise. *eyes twinkle merrily in the moonlight*

*slides his other arm lightly yet protectively around Bingo making his own body a haven of comforting repose for his recuperating friend* Sleep now, brave one, and dream of pleasant things, if you must dream at all. I'll not leave your side tonight, Bingo. Not at all...not at all...*voice trails off sleepily*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*clasps (http://www.digicamhelp.com/images/articles/clasped-hands.jpg) back, chuckles sleepily* Mmmmmhmmm.

*sinks sleepily against Arathorn's arm* I am glad. Good night, vanima mellon . . . *snuggles tightly against him as he drifts into sleep*