Sticking Point by Lbilover

Originally written in 2005 for the Toilanddrouble prompt 'Old Age'.

“Frodo, I’m stuck.”


“I can’t move; my lower back’s seized up.” Sam reached awkwardly behind him with one hand and tried to massage the area in question.

Frodo looked over his shoulder in alarm. “But Sam, we’re in the middle of-”

“I know right well what we’re in the middle of, Frodo! But while you may still be limber as a tween, I ain’t!”

Despite the urgency of the moment, Frodo couldn’t suppress a giggle. “Oh Sam, what are we going to do? You’re still-”

“I know. All right, you slide forward-” There was a soft ‘pop’. “Now help me turn over.” Sam gave a pathetic groan as Frodo gently assisted him. The extremity of Sam’s condition was now quite evident, and Frodo simply couldn’t leave him that way while he went for help.

“Here, Sam dear, let me-” and he dealt with the matter with tender efficiency.

“FRODO!” Sam arched his back involuntarily.


Frodo stared, aghast.

But then, to his utter astonishment, Sam sat up, a look of bemused wonder on his face. “Frodo- my back- you’ve fixed it!” He added slyly, “Reckon you should share your technique with the Elves?”

They fell together, laughing like children.