Frodo and Merry One-Shots

Are You An Angel?

I was in a haze. Everything was a blur. I was lying in the middle of a forest, surrounded by many trees. I struggled to lift myself off of the ground. "Help. Someone help me."
I saw someone approach me. It was a boy with curly, brown locks and bright blue eyes and was as pale as snow.

He sat down and grabbed a hold of my hand. His hands were as cold as ice. "Oh, are you alright? You seemed to have had a nasty fall." I was mesmerized by the sound of his voice. It was soft and kind and gentle. I stopped and stared into his beautiful eyes. I didn't answer. I looked at the boy with deep curiosity.

"Are you alright?" He repeated, brushing my hair back. "Where...Where am I?" I asked him.

"You are in The Shire, darling." He answered back. I was surprised that he would call me that. "Darling." It sounded beautiful, the way he said it. "Am I dead?" I asked him. "Am I in heaven? Are you an angel?"

The boy chuckled. "No, you are in The Shire. You are alive."
"You look like an angel to me." I replied.
"That is very nice of you to say that." He chuckled. "I've never gotten a compliment like that before. What makes you think that I am an angel?"
"Well..." I said, timidly.

"Your skin. It's so pale. Your hair is so fair. You have the most beautiful eyes. And your voice....is....so...mesmerizing."

The boy smiled at me and lifted me from off of the ground. "Come, let me take you somewhere safe." He said in a soft tone of voice.
"Oh. Alright." I said, timidly.