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d'ohTopic: "Boo Boo Poo Poo"(9)
One might surmise that Halloween was on the mind of the Hobbit, but nothing could be further from the truth. By the same token, one might believe that another year without Bilbo saying "I know right where I was at 10:55 AM," would receive more than a wistful sigh in the wind. Frodo has been wounded, and his futile attempts to ignore the pain reflect upon his lack of judgment.
Frodo was wounded by the Black Riders in the great book, and his eventual departure from the Shire was the result. He suffered throughout his adventure, but refused to let it deter him from his struggle as the smallest and the weakest. This day, masses of bone matter congeal at the left hip and knee of the Hobbit. He is unable to face any challenger with the assurance that he could stand throughout. It is a feeling completely foreign to him.
The advances of modern medical technology truly boggle the mind, but the sheer thought of chemical mish-mash sloshing about in his colon goes beyond the practical. Similarly, Frodo can not imagine replacing part of his skeletal frame with something approaching the world of robotics. His alternative it seems, is to endure.
He knows now what that rocking chair must have meant to John Kennedy. To endure is a noble effort, but that doesn't mean much when putting on a sock becomes an Olmpic event. Sam is nearby, willing to help when asked. The rest of the Fellowship need not know now.
