(A/N okay this next section is comprised of Frodo's point of View, Merry and Pippin's and Rashelle's. It's a little choppy, hopefully not as confusing as I think it is. I wanted to try something to make this part more suspenseful but I don't think it worked. I liked the way it was written anyway so I kept it. Also there is implied rape here so be careful if you don't like that stuff. Just a heads up! Now on with the story!)

"Big Folk at the Green Dragon," Frodo said softly as he and Sam sat at the kitchen table. They had just finished breakfast and were enjoying a cup of tea. Sam had told his master about Rosie's visit. Frodo shook his head and lifted his teacup to his lips when there came a knock at the door. Sam touched Frodo's arm.

"I'll get it Mr. Frodo, it could be Miss Rose again,"

"No, Sam, I'll answer it. I have a few questions of my own," Frodo sat down his cup and rose from the table as Samwise began to clear the table.

Frodo walked down the long hall and finally came to the door were the stranger knocked again. It was a sharp rap like with a cane. Maybe it was Gandalf.

Frodo opened the door to find out it was not.

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"GET OFF ME!!!! Meriadoc, Peregrin, ANYONE!!! " Rashelle cried from the big man's shoulder. He obviously didn't have to worry about anyone standing up to him. Any passerbys either fled or stood rooted with fear, so he let her scream her heart out. He was a huge man around seven feet tall, riddled with scars and stitches. His head was shaved and he wore a dragon skin tunic. Further and further away the Green Dragon became with each step the giant man took. Rashelle struggled to free herself from his grip, but only to weep with tears of despair when she could not. With an evil chuckle from the stranger, he turned into the surrounding forest.

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"Hullo, is this the abode of the respectable hobbit, Mr. Frodo Baggins?" smiled the foxish looking man. He looked down at Frodo with dark glittering eyes and a cigar between his teeth, several which were gold. His skin tan from a rugged life and his long thin nose marked him from coming from the north as did his rich white snowbear coat. His long back hair was braided with bright colorful ribbons and on his fingers were several bright jeweled rings and in one hand he held a gold and cherry wood walking stick. Frodo recognized the rogue at once.

"Stoneblu," He said trying not to frown. This was the man that sold him Rashelle.

"Ah! You remember me, I'm flattered!" Stonblu grinned, his golden teeth winking in the sun as he gave a sweeping bow.

"Yes, I do, how can I help you?" Frodo asked trying to sound polite even though he wanted to chase the rogue from his stoop.

Stoneblu returned to his full height and keeping his smile scratch his scruffy chin.

"Master Baggins, I wanted to speak to you about your previous purchase to me, about five years ago,"

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Merry and Pippin burst out from the Green Dragon and could hear Rashelle's cry echoing off the sky. The man was easy enough to track. He was arrogant and stupid and never bothered to disguse his huge booted prints. They traveled across the small wooden bridge and entered the bridge where the thief should have painted his footprints in gold. The soft moss and soil left his prints deep and clear in the forest light.

A sudden scream made birds scatter from their nest and Merry felt sick in his stomach and Pippin leapt ahead of his cousin.

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"GET OFF ME!! Leave me ALONE!!!" Rashelle cried as the man pressed against her. She could feel the heat from his body and nearly taste his lust as he crushed her soft body under him. When she refused to stop squirming he drew his massive hand back and cracked her across the face. Rashelle screamed out in pain.

"You were on of ours, how did you get so much spirit?" He growled and she swung her reddish-brown eyes to his. There was already a knot forming over her eye and her lips were cracked and bleeding.

"You're one of Stoneblu's men!!" She renewed her struggles to escape him, "I'll never go back! NEVER!!!"

"Shut up!" The man snarled and shoved her to the ground and straddled her small writhing body, effectively pinning her to the ground. Then he grabbed the collar of her dress and easily ripped it and her underclothes leaving her bare before him.

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"What do you want with Rashelle?" Frodo asked Stoneblu, trying to sound curious, but every alarm in his head was going off. Stoneblu scratched his head and draped his fur-drenched arm around Frodo's small shoulders.

"Well, you see, I have a very wealthy patron whose heard about your snowy footed girl and has become very interested. He's willing to pay me and you," He tapped Frodo's chest with his walking stick for emphasis, "nearly double what she's worth."

"But I've already paid for Rashelle," Frodo said and Stoneblu took a long drag on his cigar, looking at Frodo with an amused expression.

"So, you've even given her a name, how cute." He then knelt down and drew Frodo close to him with the arm around the hobbit's shoulders. "I know you've already paid for her, and if its a woman you want, well, I was thinking we could set up a trade," He took the cigar out of his mouth a blew a cloud of smoke away from Frodo but the smell was still putrid. "Whaddya say, Master Baggins, take a look at my merchandise?" As he spoke, a colorful caravan Frodo had not noticed on the dirt rode was being opened and inside were dozens of women.

"I'm not interested," Frodo said hastily, ducking from Stoneblu's arm, but the crafty rogue hooked one of his suspenders with the curved handle of his cane.

"Now, now, Master Baggins," Stoneblu laughed, placing the cigar back in his mouth and wrapped his arm back around Frodo's shoulders, " I simply won't take no for an answer until you at least see the merchandise," and with that he forced the small hobbit from the stoop and down to the colorful caravan.

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When Marry and Pippin finally found the monstrous man they feared they had come too late. Rashelle laid prone on the ground, the moss brown with her blood as the savage stranger was attempting to enter her, but she was simply too small for his engorged member. He never noticed the two enrage hobbits at his back and continued with his task. Anger overtook Pippin and he lunged at the naked man. The Took landed on his huge broad shoulders and unsheathed his sword. With a howl of rage, Pippin plunged his blade into the man's skull where the monster gave a grunt of pain and then collapsed backwards, dead.

Both hobbits rushed to Rashelle's exposed body and Pippin tenderly scooped her up as Merry covered her with his cloak.

"Oh, Rashelle, love, forgive me," Merry sobbed, kissing her dirty forehead as her blackened eyes slowly slid open.

"Merry, Pippin?" She croaked, red blood dribbled between her swollen lip, but Merry shushed her.

"Your safe now, darling, rest we'll get you home," He petted her snarled locks when she began to weep.

"Merry, my dress, he destroyed it. That beautiful gown, it cost so much. I'm so sorry I couldn't," Pippin held her close and cut off her rambling words.

"We can get another dress, but we can't get another you. Don't fret, Shelly, I'll get you another one," The Took promised as they began their track to Bag-End.

Rashelle sighed and relaxed in Pippin's arms and nestled close to him.

"I don't need another dress," She murmured, dozing off, "All I needed was you,"