"How is she, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked as Frodo came out of the bedroom where Rashelle slept. Frodo shook his head.
"Riddled with nightmares and plagued with fears, but her wounds are dressed and she's asleep,"
"As you should be, sweet sir. The day's nearly done and you're worn to the bone," Sam sighed placing his hand on Frodo's shoulder.
"No, Sam, there's too much to do,"
"Do, Mr. Frodo?"
"We're leaving for Rivendell in two days. I want to get away from this evil for a few days, but no one outside our circle is too know. Tell them we're going to Brandybuck Hall," Frodo then stretched and yawned. "Where's Merry and Pippin?"
"Looking after Foxburr,"
"Who?"
"Honestly, Mr. Frodo, the girl!" Sam frowned, "Merry calls her Foxburr cause of the color of her hair,"
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, Sam, I never should have bought her. It changes everything between us five. Had I know about Rashelle, I would have. . . " Again he tears came and Frodo squeezed his eyes shut. Sam hugged is master close, allowing Frodo to rest his head like some sadden child.
"What's done is done, Mr. Frodo, but Rashelle is home and safe now with those that love her. Nothing will change, you'll see. Why don't you go get aquintanted with Foxburr and I'll get Pippin to watch Rashelle as I start dinner? After dinner and a good smoke we'll get ready for 'Brandybuck hall'.
"Elves bless you, Samwise Gamgee," Frodo murmured hugging the gardener close.
"So, you've lived in that caravan all you're life?" Merry asked trying to make small talk with the red headed girl. She was quiet and only seemed interested in talking about her master.
"Yes, we're trained about the art of the bed as soon as were brought in. Since I was bred there I've been trained since before I can remember," She said disinterestedly and Pippin frowned.
"Since you can remember! That's disgusting that they do this to such young women,"
"What is?" She asked, looking at Pippin. He was revolted by what he saw in her eyes. Since she had never spent any life outside the caravan she only knew sex. She had no idea what had been done to her. He stood up to get away from her as Frodo and Sam came into the den.
"Pippin, there you are. Would you go watch Rashelle while?" Sam asked as Frodo sat between Merry and Foxburr. The Took gladly slipped off down the hall as Sam disappeared into the kitchen to start dinner.
Merry looked over Frodo's ragged appearance and shook his head, "Geez, Frodo, you look like a wraith," The blue-eyed Baggins gave a halfhearted chuckle and leaned into the couch.
"I probably would be if Sam wasn't here to stop me,"
"I can help you relax, Master," Foxburr offered and planted a kiss on Frodo's neck. Frodo held up a hand.
"No, no thank you, Foxburr," He said and then looked over at the halfblood to see tears spilling from her eyes. "What is it? Are you hurt?"
"I'm sorry, I don't please you," She murmured. Frodo took a deep breath as Merry shook his head.
"Foxburr, look, I know things have been a little hectic and I haven't told you the true reason for buying you,"
"I know, the reasons are always the same, master, there's no reason to embarrassed," She said softly and Frodo shook his head.
"No, it's not like that! I don't want sex, I didn't buy you to give me sex, I bought you so you could make your own decisions," Frodo tried to explain, but Foxburr pouted and in one smooth motion straddled Frodo's lap.
"But I want to give you sex," She murmured and leaned down, artfully catching his lips beneath hers. For a moment, Frodo gave in, kissing the halfblood back tenderly, until Rashelle's face jerked him to his senses.
He broke the kiss, shaking his head.
"No, I can't. Foxburr, I'm old enough to be your father,"
"I don't mind, I like older hobbits," She purred and slipped his suspenders off his shoulders. She quickly unbuttoned the top buttons to his shirt and kissed along his collarbone causing Frodo's heart to beat wildly. "Come, master, relax, let me soothe your aches," She gave a rock in his lap causing the bulge in his trousers to involuntarily grow larger. "See, I knew you liked me,"
"No, Foxburr," Frodo said, but he was quickly loosing ground under the redhead's tongue and swift hands. He wanted to, but he couldn't stop thinking off Rashelle. "Stop, Rashelle, I . . ."
"She is a slave like me, you own both of us, what does she matter? She is sick and injured, I am healthy. I can make you forget your problems. Come, master," Foxburr breathed hotly in Frodo's as she gave another rock over Frodo's stretched trousers, but her words had gone too far. Frodo gave Foxburr a rough shove, causing her to tumble to the floor.
"Rashelle is not a slave! She is my love! I would die for her. She matters more than anything in the world. Not that you could understand, all you know is rutting and screwing, but that won't change the fact that she's in pain and scared for her life!"
Foxburr trembled on the floor, like a dog waiting for its abusive master to lash out, but nothing else came. Frodo glared at her for a moment and then stormed off out of the den.
Merry slipped off the sofa and kneeled beside Foxburr and took her into his arms.
"You must forgive all of us, especially Frodo. He loves Rashelle more than anyone, except perhaps Pippin. I don't think he bare to touch another woman without thinking of her,"
Foxburr looked into Merry's hazel eyes tearfully, these tears were real. Not the sugary ones she had shed moments earlier when pleading with Frodo. "Then how do I please him? What he says is true, all I know is sex, but that's never been a problem before, what makes him so different. I love him because he freed me, but the only way I know to show I love him is to make love to him." Merry shushed her.
"I know, and Rashelle was the same way you were, not as aggressive mind you, but still from her life in the caravan it was all she knew. But she learned, and you'll learn too. Give it time,"
Foxburr buried herself in Merry's chest. "You all love her so much, one of you killed for her, will anyone love me so much?"
"Of course, Foxburr, of course," Merry murmured and kissed her forehead.