I own neither Frodo, the One Ruling Ring, or the events surrounding them. They all belong to the vivid imagination of JRR Tolkien and I'm borrowing them for no monetary gain . . . even if someone was daft enough to offer. When I hand Frodo back I don't "think" he will be in any worse state than JRRT left him. Judge for yourself.
A belated birthday drabble for Slipstream_chan
RAPE
He floated, a wisp of down on air as soft as green in springtime. Sunbeams caressed pale cheeks and Ithilien enfolded him in the sweet perfume of leaf and blossom.
Gone, the cloying grey misty tendrils robbing warmth, the acrid dust clogging his breath. Darkness that had leached all to grey was swept away and strength devouring flame, extinguished.
Destroyed. He was free of it. But was he whole? Healed?
Upon-a-time his soul had brimmed, instead there was only a bereft and aching cavity. The Ring was gone. Who, now, was Frodo Baggins . . . once son, cousin, friend . . . Ringbearer?
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