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DISCLAIMER: Don't own the LotR characters, but if they're for sale call me at +354....

SUMMARY: Frodo is captured by Saruman who wants to claim the ring, but.. Where is the one ring? Just read and see.. (Reviews would be really appreciated)

RATED: R, for dark themes, violence, abuse and some angst-y subjects

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Aelfigu: Hey, thanks for joining! I'm afraid I won't live up to your standard since I suck at this writing stuff, but I will try my best.

Iorhael: Hey, I have here an old quote from you. When I asked you how many chapters you were gonna write for 'Nasty Hobbitsess' - - "Uh, (grin nervously, scratch an unitchy head) how many chapters? Honestly I thought it would be no more than 7 or 8. But with the plots I have in my head, I'm lucky if I can finish the story in 40 chapters. Umm, I guess. I don't know." - - and now you've finished writing 49 chapters. The point is I have no idea where this will end.

Endymion: Oh, you've joined too. You're gonna stay, yay? Your reviews are really great when you get all 'critique'. I need that. I believe an honest review helps a young writer to mature. You know what I'm saying. I'm still a young, foreigner. That's why I love reviews plus I love the knowledge of someone reading my story, not many - but some. Give it time, I'm gonna place myself in J.R.R Tolkien's shoes in the future (Rolls her eyes, ´Yeah.. right') Oh and why is Frodo in Mordor? I was just implying that the two-some had gotten really close to Mount Doom before they were captured.

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Frodo asked for death, but never had he asked for this torment that was now beating him down. He was really close to fainting, but every time he closed his eyes Sam snapped him awake again.

"You asked for this, my dear Frodo" Sam said as he gave him another kick in the side, Frodo rolled over groaning, clutching his stomach. "How do you think I was going to kill you? Sing you a lullaby?"

Sam paced around the broken hobbit on the cold floor. Looking at the ringbearer disgustingly, he sent him another kick.

The chamber was remarkably quiet. Frodo was quiet. Sam paused as he knelt down and roughly rolled Frodo over. Frodo's fair face was swollen and his eyes were tightly shut, new tears were beneath his closed eyelashes and some had gone all the way down his pale face.

"Are you going to give up now, Frodo?" Sam asked. When he got no response, he slowly pulled out a dagger from his belt "You better make up your mind before I tear you apart!" His panting was the only sound in the room and yet no reply came from Frodo.

Sam tore Frodo's tunic open and found the wound from the Morgul blade, it was not fully healed, a dead skin was covering it and could be easily ripped open again

Sam slowly placed the tip of the dagger on Frodo's right shoulder "Maybe we can fashion your unwounded shoulder, Mr. Frodo. You see the scar the Ringwraith gave you will never fully heal, why don't we make your shoulder match, eh? The scar will be a memory of your loyal Samwise Gamgee in the shadow world"

When he raised the dagger, his wrist was caught. In shock, Sam dropped the dagger and was forced to turn around

"You fool!" Saruman spat as he clutched Sam's wrists tighter "You should had consult with me before you chose to give the Ringbearer his death"

"Sir, he's needless and stubborn. Frodo is only a waste of time" Sam said

"And even though he won't talk, he does not deserve the death he seaks for" Saruman said, "You see, little one. There are some things that are far worse than death. And the worst he deserves

"Now, let him be" Saruman said

With a one last look at Frodo, Sam followed Saruman out the door. Frodo was left in the depths of dark, pained and nearly beyond hope.

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In the darkness of Lothlórien a slight movement could be seen for those who were awake. But none were. A she-elf was still awake, her troubled eyes searched for the mirror of her own. In the water she could see the past, present and the future. Now she sought to see the present. Something was dearly troubling her sleep and she needed to find the cause of her insomnia.

Gracefully, she took up a pitcher made of silver. She poured the water that was in the pitcher into the mirror that most elves and some more knew as Galadríels's mirror

Her usually calm face, twisted with worry when she saw a hobbit that she was familiar with, she had seen him before. She had placed her hope upon him as the whole middle - earth had. Now the Middle-Earth's only hope was held captive, in the dark lands of Mordor.

"Oh, Maura" She whispered to herself as the picture of Frodo faded into darkness and slowly developed into the clear water that it once was.

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Frodo stirred in his sleep, his hand woke up before his mind as it tried to reach up to to the neckline. Half way up it gave in and fell back to the cold floor. The pain woke up his mind and his eyes tried to open up, but the dried tears had sealed his eyelids closed and it took a long time to get them fully open, his vision was bleary and unfocused.

Looking for any life in the chamber, Frodo slowly rolled his head to the side. A cry of pain echoed in the chamber when his head met the most terrible headache.

He lay limp on the floor, shivering. Crying a tearless cry for all his tears were spent. Oh, couldn't someone come and take him from this dreadful place?

A soft noise was heard from outside, Frodo's attention went immediately towards the window, and there he saw something familiar to him.

"Aiwê" Frodo forced a smile through his pain

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Ah, there you go. I updated! Ah, and in case if you are wondering "Maura" is Frodo's Elvish name in the common tongue. If you don't know what "Aiwê" means you'll find out in next chapter. So, come on.. Please review.

I know my chapters are short. I've been really busy and I'd rather post short chapters than none.